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thecapitol2013-09-15 07:40 pm
shellfishlovver) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-15 07:40 pm
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Who| Orphaner Dualscar and OPEN
What| Dualscar being horrible about death, news at 11.
Where| Central Commons
When| Prior to the funny business in the tunnels
Warnings/Notes| Talk of death, blatant disregard for the feelings of others etc
For the first time in a long time, Dualscar is somewhere other than his own quarters or the training center. Having exhausted himself with endless gym sessions and relentless practice out of boredom, he's begun to seek out something more interesting to him. An array of things even, all of them managing to preoccupy him for the moment.
Human alcohol is strange, but it certainly hits the spot. He's content with the liquor that's been served to him, though he wouldn't be able to name it if he tried. It's pungent and it burns when he swallows it, all the essentials are there. The other object of interest is a cigarette that had been handed to him sometime ago. He's seen people with them, but he's not entirely sure he wants to put it in his mouth. However, without a lighter the desire is pointless. He simply turns it over in his hands a few time and inspects it curiously before tucking it behind his fin.
The most interesting occupation for now is the television. He's stretched all six feet and four inches of himself over a couch, not bothered by the fact that his legs are draped listlessly over the sides. Generally he'd have more concern for appearances, but he's currently far from anyone he cares to impress. Despite his leisurely position, his facial expression is that of an alert and fascinated person. His eyes are glued to the screen as the deaths of fellow tributes are repeated on the screen.
He certainly isn't the jovial sort, but occasionally a particularly humorous death will have him snorting into his drink. He clearly isn't the empathetic sort, that much is obvious through only a few moments of observation.
What| Dualscar being horrible about death, news at 11.
Where| Central Commons
When| Prior to the funny business in the tunnels
Warnings/Notes| Talk of death, blatant disregard for the feelings of others etc
For the first time in a long time, Dualscar is somewhere other than his own quarters or the training center. Having exhausted himself with endless gym sessions and relentless practice out of boredom, he's begun to seek out something more interesting to him. An array of things even, all of them managing to preoccupy him for the moment.
Human alcohol is strange, but it certainly hits the spot. He's content with the liquor that's been served to him, though he wouldn't be able to name it if he tried. It's pungent and it burns when he swallows it, all the essentials are there. The other object of interest is a cigarette that had been handed to him sometime ago. He's seen people with them, but he's not entirely sure he wants to put it in his mouth. However, without a lighter the desire is pointless. He simply turns it over in his hands a few time and inspects it curiously before tucking it behind his fin.
The most interesting occupation for now is the television. He's stretched all six feet and four inches of himself over a couch, not bothered by the fact that his legs are draped listlessly over the sides. Generally he'd have more concern for appearances, but he's currently far from anyone he cares to impress. Despite his leisurely position, his facial expression is that of an alert and fascinated person. His eyes are glued to the screen as the deaths of fellow tributes are repeated on the screen.
He certainly isn't the jovial sort, but occasionally a particularly humorous death will have him snorting into his drink. He clearly isn't the empathetic sort, that much is obvious through only a few moments of observation.
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He winces as the tribute on the screen dies, averting his eyes to look down at the back of the couch instead. It wouldn't be as bad if they didn't show it, didn't focus on it so lovingly and edit it to be as visible as possible.
"You wouldn't find it half as funny if it were you."
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"Is that meant to guilt me, dirtscraper? Am I meant to feel the error in my ways thanks to your bold wisdom?" He rolls his eyes, fixing his eyes on Signless. It's increasingly apparent that Signless just talked his way into an uncomfortable place to be, but Dualscar isn't quite in the mood to lash out.
"Do you have a particular desire to be bothersome or does it come naturally to you?"
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A scream echoes from the television. He winces again.
"I just think it's hypocritical of you to laugh at others' pain when you would likely want everyone to take your own suffering very seriously and feel sympathy for you."