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thecapitol2013-06-03 12:25 pm
tis_allgood) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-03 12:25 pm
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WHO| Cuthbert Allgood and Open!
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.
It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.
Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.
"Damn! These things are just too small."
He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.
It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.
Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.
"Damn! These things are just too small."
He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.
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But if he truly heard voice of the Messiahs, perhaps this was means of repentance for sins. And even for those he wished the most painful sorts of death, who was he to deny ticket entry to the Carnival for one such as that? He grits his teeth.
"If he can find space free for his own, then bother he motherfucking may."
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Bert sits down at the edge of the painting GH was already making and takes a bit of brown and green to play with. He isn't really drawing anything in particular, just shapes and lines, letting the colors mix together and drip down.
"Thankee."
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"IT AIN'T to be mere decoration. IT'S OFFERING," He explains, without prompting. "It is form of holiest praise. GIFT AND PRAYER. Made of the most righteous truth; that which what up and runs through a motherfucker's veins." He brings his palm up to his mouth and sinks his fangs in, just enough to draw color, not enough to shred (nor attract the attention of the motherfucking peacekeepers what ever linger the fuck on). Beads of the deepest indigo-purple rise up, which he then shows Cuthbert, before then smearing his own blood on the wall.
"BUT BLESSING IS MARRED HERE," he says, with growl rumbling beneath. "A gift has been stolen. SEEN AT WHAT YOUR KIND BLEED CUTHBERT. Seen at the motherfucking lack what gets prevalence on up in here. IN HIS TIME THERE WAS ONLY TO BE ONE WHAT HAD SUCH BLOOD AND HE WAS NOT MEANT TO MOTHERFUCKING HAVE IT. In his time, there was NEVER WAIT ON FOR THE HOLY TWO. Blood, Cuthbert, is everything and motherfucking all. THE MESSIAHS WILL NOT BE PLEASED. Nor am I, do you understand?"