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Howard Bassem ([personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-08-22 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not all secrets get revealed," Cindy smiled, wagging her finger. "It would just spoil all the fun in learning about someone, wouldn't it? No one wants to know the end of the story first."

All those fairy tales were never Disney version. They were never any one version, actually. But none of them were good.

"Good point. School isn't a great thing to think about. Maybe they have some kind of recorder thing? Speak into it your notes, see what they could be, all that good stuff. Could be fun."
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-08-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not fun! What's the point of reading a book if you don't get to be surprised by the ending?" That was no way to live, really. Who wanted to know the end, and spend their whole life with the knowledge of how it happened? Some surprises needed to stay that way.

She leaned forward like him, but still far enough away that no one's bubble was being breached. "Commentary for the games? Like... whatever that guy's name is, Templesmith or something? Where we get to sit behind the desks and comment about what's going on?" That... sounded kind of fun, actually.
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-08-28 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Cindy raised an eyebrow. Mommy issues? Not really that surprising. This kid grew up on the streets, right? So his mom had to be... not the best mom in the world. Cindy could think up all kinds of scenarios, but she knew she would never be told which was the right one.

"Do not ever compare me to a mom, just saying the word gives me the creeps." Not mothering material. She didn't have any good ones to look up to, but just. No. "Also, I listen to audio books, mostly, so fast forwarding to the end sucks."

That actually sounds like a good idea. A really good idea. "I love podcasts." Cindy grinned. "I listen to them all the time. And people pay attention to them, especially if the comments are snarky enough."
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-08-30 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh my god, really? No, I do not have a mommy phase. I have a protective phase where I'll rip someone's throat out to keep them safe, but no mommy there. And no, I never played with dolls as a kid. We didn't really do dolls back home, for me, anyway." She paused. "I played with mice."

Well, she did! They were cute and fuzzy and really the only thing she had for companions. They didn't talk or anything, but there were always nice to be around.

"I think we do. The two of us combined might be over-snarkified, but those are really the best ones, right? I'm really liking this idea right now, I mean. Just think of the possibilities!"
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-09-02 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd never ate a mouse. What purpose would that have served for her, really? She did get fed, it just wasn't anything good, or enough. But then those mice also got turned to horses at night, so, you know.

Couldn't lose one of your horses. But they were her friends, still. Not allowed to leave the house, cooking the meals, cleaning, mending, everything. She wouldn't kill friends. But she's not judging him for doing it. You resorted to anything to survive. She got it.

"I am one hundred percent game," Cindy said with a grin, leaning forward and bumping her fist against his lightly before sitting back again. "Just let me know when, and I'll be there." Thinking about the time, though, made her glance around for a clock.

"Shit. I gotta go, my escort is a real bitch, and I am not in the mood to deal with her passive aggressive sighs." She rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch and stretching with a yawn.

"Until next time, Howard?"
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[personal profile] undercoverprincess 2013-09-11 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
She laughed. "Yeah. Me too." Cindy shook her head as she left. What an interesting conversation. What an interesting kid. She liked him.