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thecapitol2013-05-29 08:37 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-29 08:37 pm
I'm Down Shouting Names at the Flickering Screen [Open]
WHO| Howard and anyone!
WHAT| Howard decides to get serious about the Games.
WHERE| Tribute Lounge
WHEN| Post-Arena
WARNINGS| Swearing.
There's been enough hiding. There's been enough moping. Howard knows that this feeling of motivation is fleeting, and that just means he has to cling to his productivity for as long as he can before it slips back into despair. Before he thinks about how he's going to die again. Before he wonders where Eponine is. Before he thinks about how she left him like his parents did. Before he cries.
So instead of feeling that, he's going to feel something else. He's going to feel entertained. And possibly, he'll learn something along the way; it's about time he forces himself to study. About time he moves past the squeamish feelings of seeing people he knows bleed and scream on the screen and actually starts taking notes on who to ally with and who to stab in the back, or, potentially, in the front.
He sits in a Tribute lounge with snacks, feet propped up on a glass coffee table, starving body covered in comfy clothes his stylists won't let him wear outside, a fluffy blue bathrobe and canvas cargo pants. His hand periodically moves from its path between bowl of snacks and his mouth to grab a cup of melted butter.
He doesn't care how tacky or unhealthy is it. He covers that bowl of popcorn in butter and plops down on the couch, munching away at it as he watches Wesker and Maximus attack each other.
WHAT| Howard decides to get serious about the Games.
WHERE| Tribute Lounge
WHEN| Post-Arena
WARNINGS| Swearing.
There's been enough hiding. There's been enough moping. Howard knows that this feeling of motivation is fleeting, and that just means he has to cling to his productivity for as long as he can before it slips back into despair. Before he thinks about how he's going to die again. Before he wonders where Eponine is. Before he thinks about how she left him like his parents did. Before he cries.
So instead of feeling that, he's going to feel something else. He's going to feel entertained. And possibly, he'll learn something along the way; it's about time he forces himself to study. About time he moves past the squeamish feelings of seeing people he knows bleed and scream on the screen and actually starts taking notes on who to ally with and who to stab in the back, or, potentially, in the front.
He sits in a Tribute lounge with snacks, feet propped up on a glass coffee table, starving body covered in comfy clothes his stylists won't let him wear outside, a fluffy blue bathrobe and canvas cargo pants. His hand periodically moves from its path between bowl of snacks and his mouth to grab a cup of melted butter.
He doesn't care how tacky or unhealthy is it. He covers that bowl of popcorn in butter and plops down on the couch, munching away at it as he watches Wesker and Maximus attack each other.
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Howard looks positively delighted at the idea of teaching Moody Blues to drop some four-letter bombs on TV.
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"Well, I'm a big fan of 'asshole', but 'douchebag' and 'fuckhead' have a nice ring to them."
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"Well, most swear phrases are made up by sticking individual curse words together. When you learn them all, you can start combining them, like Legos. Then you get some good ones, like cocksucking motherfucking cumdumpster and goddamn smacktarded son of a whore. But you want to save the really long chains for certain occasions, because usually when you really want to get a reaction, you need to just like, bam." He gestures with his hands. "Precision fuck-strike."
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She was used to long curse strings, the one's in her own world could go on for ages. But she liked these ones, she grinned even if she didn't understand the words, they sounded good. "So if I do be really hating someone and be wanting them to be really knowing it I would be calling them a goddamn smacktarded son of a whore but if I do just be wanting to be making someone angry or cursing them in battle I would be calling them a fuckhead."
She is the best student.
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Howard listens to Pruna recite it back and nods. "Exactly. Exactly like that. And curses mean more if it's something the person's already insecure about, like how good they are at sex."
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But if it was something she could insult people about, then she was interested.
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