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Kurt Hummel ([personal profile] showbizpanache) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-08-18 11:33 pm

[OPEN]

Who| Kurt Hummel and YOU.
What| Kurt is blowing off some stream and trying to practice using a bow, perhaps in vain. Come bug him.
Where| The training center.
When| Earlier in the day.



[He's getting better at this, he thinks.

Or he wants to believe that, anyway. His arrows never fly straight, and half the time his wrist cramps up and he can't let them fly at all. Still, he wants to get good at this so badly. There's no way he'll use a knife or a spear or something that would require him to feel someone die, feel their blood spill, not if he can help it. No, this is better, distance is better, even if this is so impractical and he feels like giving up a little more every time an arrow bounces limply off the opposite wall.

If there's any skill he's always been good at, it's perseverance. And there's no way he's going to stand around and wait to die like Eponine had suggested. He doesn't want to kill people, but he has to survive. It doesn't take a genius to do the math.
]
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[personal profile] polyturtle 2013-08-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't respond to that. Those words....hadn't he said them before? Hadn't he vowed he wouldn't abandon his integrity, his morals, his beliefs? The words and ideas which had guided him, the ethical stars he'd followed, they'd been there, full of hope and confidence that maybe - just maybe - there was a way to make things all right in some way.

Well. It was Kurt's choice to make the same, stupid mistake. He'd just make a
bore while he died until he got it.

And so, after a moment of simply
staring at the boy but how much younger was he really? Was he even younger? Don is suddenly gone, as swift and as abrupt as he'd come, without another word.]
Edited 2013-08-30 04:16 (UTC)