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thecapitol2013-08-31 12:32 pm
paidinbeer) wrote in thecapitol2013-08-31 12:32 pm
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Who: Orc and Open to All
What: Having too much fun leads to some strange choices
Where: Training Center Common Area
When: Noon
Warnings: Depressed, alcoholic rock monster
Orc heard noise all around him and felt light stabbing at his eyes. He must have fallen asleep somewhere other then his room.
This wasn't unusual for him though he was doing it less lately since he could have all the alcohol he wanted back in his apartment with the other tributes.
He didn't want to, his head was starting to hurt as his brain started up and reminded him how hungover he should be. He knew however if he remained passed out in public he'd never hear the end of it from the papers and TV shows that follows tributes. Though he was far from the only person involved in the games to drink heavily.
Opening his eyes to the blinding light of day he groaned and sat up. As the world of color came into focus he recognized the furniture of the common area of the Training Center. Sure enough there were some "reporters" if you could call them as such taking pictures of him and one of them jokingly asking if he had a rough night and who his friend was.
Friend? Orc blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around before his eyes settled on a creature that was laying on the sofa next to him currently eating salad from a bowl someone had brought it.
It was a lamb. A rainbow colored lamb.
It was not the first time in his life that Orc had absolutely no excuse for something he had done under the influence of alcohol, but this was by far one of the most baffling.
"Hello." He grunted to the lamb who bleated in response and resumed it's meal.
Casting a wary glance around he spotted a server and growled. "Drink."
The server scurried away, grateful he no longer had to stand around watching over the sleeping rock creature and it's "pet"
What: Having too much fun leads to some strange choices
Where: Training Center Common Area
When: Noon
Warnings: Depressed, alcoholic rock monster
Orc heard noise all around him and felt light stabbing at his eyes. He must have fallen asleep somewhere other then his room.
This wasn't unusual for him though he was doing it less lately since he could have all the alcohol he wanted back in his apartment with the other tributes.
He didn't want to, his head was starting to hurt as his brain started up and reminded him how hungover he should be. He knew however if he remained passed out in public he'd never hear the end of it from the papers and TV shows that follows tributes. Though he was far from the only person involved in the games to drink heavily.
Opening his eyes to the blinding light of day he groaned and sat up. As the world of color came into focus he recognized the furniture of the common area of the Training Center. Sure enough there were some "reporters" if you could call them as such taking pictures of him and one of them jokingly asking if he had a rough night and who his friend was.
Friend? Orc blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around before his eyes settled on a creature that was laying on the sofa next to him currently eating salad from a bowl someone had brought it.
It was a lamb. A rainbow colored lamb.
It was not the first time in his life that Orc had absolutely no excuse for something he had done under the influence of alcohol, but this was by far one of the most baffling.
"Hello." He grunted to the lamb who bleated in response and resumed it's meal.
Casting a wary glance around he spotted a server and growled. "Drink."
The server scurried away, grateful he no longer had to stand around watching over the sleeping rock creature and it's "pet"
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"It's where I came from. It sucks."
Yes. This is the perfect explanation.
Orc shrugged once again looking at the sheep curiously. Who would train a sheep "Once saw a movie where a big trained a bunch of sheep to stay in a group." At least that's what Orc thought was the point of that movie.
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"They trained the pig, so the pig could train the sheep right?"
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And with that incredibly stupid joke Orc's stomach grumbled again. All this talk of pigs made him wants some bacon.
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"Least the food around here is good." He conceded "And there's alot of it."
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"Who are you again." Orc had been wondering but he hadn't gotten around to asking. Honestly for all he knew this was one of his escorts.
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Except Diana called him by his old name. But Diana seemed to do whatever she wanted.
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Shall we keep this going or fade to black here would you say?
Fading to black is cool!