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thecapitol2013-06-08 08:19 pm
teethofneedles) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-08 08:19 pm
Entry tags:
The dead walk
Who: Karis; OPEN
What: The wandering zombie.
Where: The Lounge; the training center
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: It's Karis. Swearing abounds.
The Lounge
Karis has kept to herself over the last few weeks. She's preferred it to actually talking with the other tributes - Breathers, the lot of them - and it's only recently she's decided to come out of her self-imposed isolation. Aside from a few times when she'd ventured out. She didn't exactly enjoy the attention she got (although it was kind of flattering to know she had fans; she'd been getting a steady stream of fan-mail). Today she's finally in the lounge. Nothing else to do but sit around and wait for the next Arena to com. Which is really what she hates: the waiting. Waiting is dull. Absolutely boring and she can't even hurt anyone until they say so.
But today, she's entertaining herself by singing (loudly) a rather obscene ditty about a Night Elf and a Tauren and it makes her feel better. She's got to be annoying someone, right?
Training Center
She moves on to the training center later. It's something to do, after all. Even if she feels proficient enough already. She toys with one of the practice bows and then picks it up, testing the heft and the pull of the weapon. She contemplates it (she's never been a huge fan of bows, but they're useful) and then plucks a few practice arrows out of the box. SHe bends the string and lets fly. The arrow quivers as it buries itself in the target - not a bulls-eye. She frowns at herself and then picks up another shaft and fits it to the string.
She's out of practice.
She bends the bow again and sends another arrow shooting down-range.
What: The wandering zombie.
Where: The Lounge; the training center
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: It's Karis. Swearing abounds.
The Lounge
Karis has kept to herself over the last few weeks. She's preferred it to actually talking with the other tributes - Breathers, the lot of them - and it's only recently she's decided to come out of her self-imposed isolation. Aside from a few times when she'd ventured out. She didn't exactly enjoy the attention she got (although it was kind of flattering to know she had fans; she'd been getting a steady stream of fan-mail). Today she's finally in the lounge. Nothing else to do but sit around and wait for the next Arena to com. Which is really what she hates: the waiting. Waiting is dull. Absolutely boring and she can't even hurt anyone until they say so.
But today, she's entertaining herself by singing (loudly) a rather obscene ditty about a Night Elf and a Tauren and it makes her feel better. She's got to be annoying someone, right?
Training Center
She moves on to the training center later. It's something to do, after all. Even if she feels proficient enough already. She toys with one of the practice bows and then picks it up, testing the heft and the pull of the weapon. She contemplates it (she's never been a huge fan of bows, but they're useful) and then plucks a few practice arrows out of the box. SHe bends the string and lets fly. The arrow quivers as it buries itself in the target - not a bulls-eye. She frowns at herself and then picks up another shaft and fits it to the string.
She's out of practice.
She bends the bow again and sends another arrow shooting down-range.