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sixthiterationlogs2017-06-02 11:03 pm
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Entry tags:
- division: kira akiyama,
- doctor who: rory williams,
- dragon age: astrid hawke,
- dragon age: fenris,
- fullmetal alchemist: riza hawkeye,
- harry potter: credence barebone,
- harry potter: tina goldstein,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- hunger games: johanna mason,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- justified: tim gutterson,
- l&o: sonny carisi,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- moana: moana,
- star trek: beverly crusher,
- star wars: baze malbus,
- star wars: leia organa,
- vtr: samantha moon
we all scream (but this time, for ice cream)
WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Inn, near the Kitchen
WHEN: June 3rd
OPEN TO: All! Mingle post!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Open
There's another one of those strange boxes sitting on the porch of their home when Ravi gets up to another scorching, awful day. He's not sure what switch they hit to get this sort of weather, but he wants them to take it back, seeing as he's been sweating so much that he has to do laundry practically every day to cope with the ridiculousness of it. He can't go shirtless because he has absolutely no will to show everyone the out of shape disappointment that it his torso.
He bends to pick up the box and bring it inside, but hisses when his fingers contact something frosty cold at the bottom of the box. Opening it in a hurry, his eyes widen and he tugs the box to his chest as best as he can, taking off in a completely ungraceful run, heading straight for the inn and shouting as he goes. "Ice cream!" he says, like the world's skeeviest ice cream truck on legs, luring children in after him. "Ice cream, there's ice cream, it's going to melt," he warns, because there are six tubs of it, but he fears that in this heat, it's not going to last very long at all. Scientifically, he knows that it's just going to be calories that generate heat, but science can go take a backseat.
He unloads the toppings and the various six flavours (ranging from vanilla to chocolate, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter pecan, and even a treasured cherry garcia), the sprinkles and peanuts going with the caramel and hot fudge sauces. He could weep because there are even serving spades, bowls, and spoons. He knows he ought to be wary about food after the whole chocolate poisoning incident (if it really was the chocolate), but it's just so hot and he's just so hungry.
He'll chance it, because if he doesn't, he just gets some delicious flavoured ice cream soup soon.
WHERE: Inn, near the Kitchen
WHEN: June 3rd
OPEN TO: All! Mingle post!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Open
There's another one of those strange boxes sitting on the porch of their home when Ravi gets up to another scorching, awful day. He's not sure what switch they hit to get this sort of weather, but he wants them to take it back, seeing as he's been sweating so much that he has to do laundry practically every day to cope with the ridiculousness of it. He can't go shirtless because he has absolutely no will to show everyone the out of shape disappointment that it his torso.
He bends to pick up the box and bring it inside, but hisses when his fingers contact something frosty cold at the bottom of the box. Opening it in a hurry, his eyes widen and he tugs the box to his chest as best as he can, taking off in a completely ungraceful run, heading straight for the inn and shouting as he goes. "Ice cream!" he says, like the world's skeeviest ice cream truck on legs, luring children in after him. "Ice cream, there's ice cream, it's going to melt," he warns, because there are six tubs of it, but he fears that in this heat, it's not going to last very long at all. Scientifically, he knows that it's just going to be calories that generate heat, but science can go take a backseat.
He unloads the toppings and the various six flavours (ranging from vanilla to chocolate, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter pecan, and even a treasured cherry garcia), the sprinkles and peanuts going with the caramel and hot fudge sauces. He could weep because there are even serving spades, bowls, and spoons. He knows he ought to be wary about food after the whole chocolate poisoning incident (if it really was the chocolate), but it's just so hot and he's just so hungry.
He'll chance it, because if he doesn't, he just gets some delicious flavoured ice cream soup soon.
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Not because she sets any stock in romance; he knows she doesn't. But because she's lost everything, and he's lost almost everything, and the reason he's let them all have their ways with him for so long is that he doesn't want to lose what's left. Annie is all he has, even after he gave in to Snow and let them have him.
"Being happy's all I've wanted, for years. I wanted to fight them, all of them, but I couldn't fight back." Not openly, but even now he's still not willing to admit anything about the revolution, even to Johanna.
He swirls the ice-cream around in the bowl, spoon leaving a trail through the still-solid treat, then he rocks back, pulling a knee up in front of him.
"Guess it doesn't matter here. If it did, someone would have done something by now."
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"Besides, since when were you scared?" she taunts. "You're a career, you're supposed to thrive on the adrenaline and the danger. If someone comes after you, use those special little skills they trained into you, prove why it's dangerous to let pretty little rich kids know how to kill," she says, her eyes sharp and her tone as dangerous as ever.