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R | WARM BODIES ([personal profile] shambler) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-05-20 05:07 pm

Looking for Love [OPEN]

Who| R [OPEN]
What| R takes it upon himself to ask for dating advice from whoever he bumps into (sometimes literally). This can be from advice to how to be the most romantic Romeo ever to the downright awful. To make intros easier, we can handwave R introducing himself and assume he’s already corraled them into this if you like.
Where|| Around the Training Center, the Tribute Tower, and the Speakeasy. Possibly the park.
When| | Before the Victor Crowning
Warnings/Notes|| Nothing so far.

R’s on a mission to acquire intel for How to Date; Revised for Zombies.

Oh, and for scrawny little guys like Howard. Although if you asked him, personally R believes Howard’s already got one step in the door just because he’s got a working heart. Don’t tell Howard he thought that.

The point is R’s motivated. It’s almost unicorn rare to know what he wants and how to get it. Motivation doesn’t come easy to zombies, R feeling the strain raking its claws across his brain folds as he takes his first stumbling step into today. His Escort turns to stare while she primps her hair, surprised that he’s going out on his own instead of having to be herded. He even remembers to groan something about “…prac-tice…for…Games”, just like the Helmsman coached him to, and R almost thinks that’s a mistake when his Escort’s face lights up. He made her day. She almost looks like she wants to drop everything, come along as if she knows how to tie nooses any better than he does. Luckily she settles for waving him good luck, so pleased she’d radiate sunshine if she could.

He lurches off before she changes her mind.

R’s mission is a multi-stage attack:

1). Find someone, anyone with a pulse.
2). Grill them on romance.
3). Hoard the advice.
4). …He’s still working on the next step. R’s lucky he got this far, to be totally honest.

For now R roams, a tall swaying zombie with a muzzle and a bad habit bumping his way into friends and strangers and wrangling them into his quest.
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[personal profile] akingalways 2013-05-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well, R. Step 1 is right within reach, and its in the form of this tall drink of man. No, not just a drink of man. A gallon of kingly man. At least, he'd like to think that, even fresh from...er. Discussing things his...er. Generous Sponsor friend. Yes.

If he says it like that, its not as damning, right?

In any case, there he was, in the Speakeasy, drinking his insanely expensive coffee, signing autographs for the females, and generally being aloof towards the wait staff. Because Kings were always calm, aloof, clear-headed, confident...
Edited 2013-05-21 00:40 (UTC)
savedbyasong: (whaaa)

[personal profile] savedbyasong 2013-05-21 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Shion glanced up as well as R passed through, he currently was sat in a sofa, as if he was wishing it would swallow him up.

As he was, because he was once again in the middle of a lecture from their escort about how he really should cover up that horrible scarring and make up tips for doing so and how they should talk to a stylist about covering it more permanently.

He was constantly caught between horror that soon he would be thrown into a situation where he would be forced to kill others, and horrific embarrassment at his stylists and escorts attempts to turn him into what they wanted.

When he saw R he made please help me eyes at him. "Can I go too? We were practicing together." A complete lie but Rat's lessons had to come in handy for something.
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[personal profile] xanthous 2013-05-21 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The Training Center has seen a lot of the Psiioniic, lately. He's determined to not die so pathetically in the next game, and that's going to require a lot of training. He's still horribly emaciated and weak and, well, pathetic, but he's slowly working on getting to a point where just walking won't wind him.

It's slow going.

It's probably unfortunate that he's from an alien culture with multiple kinds of romance, and that he doesn't even really have experience with it at all. But R is an alright guy, if a bit smelly, so he can take a break from his stretches to offer a hand. (And, really, any excuse to not do all of this working out would be welcome.)
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[personal profile] themediator 2013-05-21 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Suze hadn't seen R since they had parted ways in the arena, and after her run is with Karis, she was partially relieved that she hadn't. Frankly, the idea of comparing one zombie to another still seemed completely out of the realm of possible, and yet there she was doing just that. R had been nice. If anything he was more like a lost spirit than a blood-thirsty monster. Karis had been...well, Suze hadn't survived the arena after meeting her. She left it at that.

So when she saw R roaming down the hall, she almost turned and left in the other direction. But that wasn't fair, and she knew it. It just took an awful lot of convincing on her part to stay were she was and greet him.

"R." She waved. "...Hey."
revvinguptheharley: (I flip for you)

Because she knows ALL about love.

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-05-21 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh...it's you."

Harley remembered zombie boy from when he took a bite out of her, and to be honest she had half a mind to knock his block off.

She was in the training hall balancing on a yoga ball on one foot almost casually.

"If you're coming back for another taste tough! You may be pale enough but you're not my type Salomon Grundy."
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[personal profile] themediator 2013-05-21 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It took Suze a moment to get past the muzzle. Was that something they put on him while they weren't in the arena? Wherever that other zombie was...well, Suze hoped they had done the same to her. She at least, probably deserved it.

"You mean you want to ask me for help?"

She thought that was what he was trying to get across at least.
revvinguptheharley: (Thumbs up!)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-05-22 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmmm?" Harley looked puzzled then grinned, then laughed out loud and stood up straight clutching her sides. Losing her balance she fell bouncing off the ball and landing on her back still giggling.

"You came to ME for advice? ME!?" She sat up rubbing away a tear. "Gosh that's precious. Alright Grundy Jr. I forgive you. What can Mama help you with?"
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TRAINING CENTER

[personal profile] whosalicewhite 2013-05-22 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
In what could be the worst possible advice-giver, Parker's wandering about, looking for cameras and other surveillance.

The only way to do that is be on the ceiling. Look up, R.

Edited (hit the stooooooopid wrong key) 2013-05-22 01:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] xanthous 2013-05-22 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
R will probably be sorely disappointed, then. At least he chose a great time to interrupt, because the Psiioniic is about to keel over.

The smell doesn't help that feeling, and he coughs. It's so cloying. Someone needs to give R's Escort a talking too, and badly, because the smell of decay is nowhere near this bad. Bluh.

"It could be a worthe day." He wipes his brow, making a face when it comes back wet. He's so sweaty, it's gross...and probably makes the not-human smell all the worse. "Ith there thomething you need?"
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[personal profile] tis_allgood 2013-05-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Bert was too restless to train, and not having much better luck occupying his wandering mind in the lounge. Between watching footage of the last arena and snippets of information on other tributes he was starting to feel far too immersed in the Capitol. Which was why he was more than happy to stop and talk to someone he knew and liked like R. It would be a good distraction for both of them.

"Arre! Have you mastered the hat trick yet? I know you've been practicing."
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[personal profile] amourtician 2013-05-22 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jay is sitting at the bar in the Training Centre, sipping black coffee and holding a wet washcloth to his forehead. He can't tell if he's having a hangover or a migraine and he's a little too embarrassed to ask his Escort or Mentors for help, especially if it is, indeed, a result of his drinking. He's been trying to keep that as under wraps as possible.

He's currently staring at R, trying to figure out if he's sick, drunk or just weird.
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[personal profile] savedbyasong 2013-05-22 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Shion just nodded and watched as they all trailed out of the room, only when they were all gone did he relax and stand up.

"Thanks." He smiled at R, "You saved me."
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[personal profile] akingalways 2013-05-22 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
And...cue a spit take.

"WHAT THE-"
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because ballet-fu sickle fighting is one of my favorite headcanons

[personal profile] sleeplessinalternia 2013-05-22 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Karkat is in one of the sub-levels, training with the sickles. It almost looks like he's dancing.

He stops, however, when he notices R. "You want something?"
Edited 2013-05-24 06:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tis_allgood 2013-05-22 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Cuthbert was patient while he came back, not wanting to insult R's ability to do things for himself. He had nothing better to do today anyway, and he had a feeling it would be worth the wait.

Lucky for R, Bert left the hat behind today, although he had been given a set of troll horns from his stylist that looked a little silly on his head. Hopefully R had seen enough of those around to not be distracted by them.

"Certainly, I will help in any way I can!"

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