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pawnstorm2016-05-05 08:53 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-05-05 08:53 pm
Oh but don't bowl me over [open to all!]
Who: Caren and everyone taking this job!
When: 05/05 - 05/31
Where: Halls of Glory
What: Small description or summary
Rating: Ranging from G, to PG-13, to R. After all, we're not safe for work.
A: General cleaning
To those who knew Caren...it might have been a bit of a surprise. That she was so good at this. Most of the time, she seemed to laze about, not asking for much, reading and seeing about her needs, and not anyone elses.
But here, she was very earnest. Almost too much so. She had scrubbed the courtyard until her hands were raw, and now...was bare foot, and stringing up the clotheslines. Anyone coming up while she's in the midst of this gets a warning.
"I hope your shoes are clean, or you're bare foot. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you for marring up this part of the courtyard." She didn't even look at the person as she said it. She was standing on a stool, barefoot, as she put up the linens. How did she see that person? Magic?
Maybe.
B: Bulletin Board
This part of the job was almost impossible. Really. The notes were tawdry, perhaps more so due to Heaven's feel, and the fact of the matter was, it was...rather something. She kept pausing in the midst of her tearing things down, and staring at some of them.
And sometimes, she even commented.
"No woman would want such a thing. It'd hurt her back." "If it's so big, how could he even fight?" "...ah, I wasn't aware of this pairing."
And so on.
C: Armory
Some of these things made no sense for uniforms. Some of it was all sorts of sizes, for one, but she could understand...at least some of them. After all, her room mates were a great example of various diverse sizes. It was all about getting everything in the right order though. She ended up having to play the game of match the sizes, and making it into a fairly neat pile. Although...some of them, she wasn't quite so certain as to what to do with them.
With a frown, she ended up holding a uniform top. Or, in this case, not much of a top; it looked as if it was designed to show the underboob of a woman. Was there...oh. She plucked it out, and frowned, finding a man's shirt, designed the same way.
...who in the world would or could wear a shirt like that.
D: Roof
"....heh."
Caren stood on the roof, seeing all too many crows. Instead of dressed to clean, however, she was wearing what could only be refeered to as her battle attire. And there was already some monday leftovers on her leg, and some on her back. She tried to be nice about it. This was a job better someone with charm, maybe even natural charm. Instead, things were about to come to a head.
She unfurled her shawl around her.
"It seems you're ready to become target practice." If she wasn't stopped, she would start using her weapon to whack crows too and fro off the roof. Or you can help her, or watch or...even get hit by cloth or a crow. Doesn't matter to her, really.
E: Where the Glory is
She wasn't sure how there was so much art. Really, she didn't think it did anyone any good. Just a lot of gaudy pieces, some of them that were quite untrue. She had been set to taste at polishing some of the pieces. But some of them...
She took a moment to look under a leaf or two, and made a noise.
"You wish." She muttered, before going back to work.
F: Shopping list
This was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. She had things that she wanted to do, mostly in the way of sparring. And now...there was this.
With a glower, she came up to the next person who she came across, and shoved the list their way.
"Take this. I've no idea what half of these things are, and I do not wish to go shopping. It's easy colle. Enjoy."
G: Wild card!
If you don't see anything here that works for you, feel free to come up with something else!
When: 05/05 - 05/31
Where: Halls of Glory
What: Small description or summary
Rating: Ranging from G, to PG-13, to R. After all, we're not safe for work.
A: General cleaning
To those who knew Caren...it might have been a bit of a surprise. That she was so good at this. Most of the time, she seemed to laze about, not asking for much, reading and seeing about her needs, and not anyone elses.
But here, she was very earnest. Almost too much so. She had scrubbed the courtyard until her hands were raw, and now...was bare foot, and stringing up the clotheslines. Anyone coming up while she's in the midst of this gets a warning.
"I hope your shoes are clean, or you're bare foot. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you for marring up this part of the courtyard." She didn't even look at the person as she said it. She was standing on a stool, barefoot, as she put up the linens. How did she see that person? Magic?
Maybe.
B: Bulletin Board
This part of the job was almost impossible. Really. The notes were tawdry, perhaps more so due to Heaven's feel, and the fact of the matter was, it was...rather something. She kept pausing in the midst of her tearing things down, and staring at some of them.
And sometimes, she even commented.
"No woman would want such a thing. It'd hurt her back." "If it's so big, how could he even fight?" "...ah, I wasn't aware of this pairing."
And so on.
C: Armory
Some of these things made no sense for uniforms. Some of it was all sorts of sizes, for one, but she could understand...at least some of them. After all, her room mates were a great example of various diverse sizes. It was all about getting everything in the right order though. She ended up having to play the game of match the sizes, and making it into a fairly neat pile. Although...some of them, she wasn't quite so certain as to what to do with them.
With a frown, she ended up holding a uniform top. Or, in this case, not much of a top; it looked as if it was designed to show the underboob of a woman. Was there...oh. She plucked it out, and frowned, finding a man's shirt, designed the same way.
...who in the world would or could wear a shirt like that.
D: Roof
"....heh."
Caren stood on the roof, seeing all too many crows. Instead of dressed to clean, however, she was wearing what could only be refeered to as her battle attire. And there was already some monday leftovers on her leg, and some on her back. She tried to be nice about it. This was a job better someone with charm, maybe even natural charm. Instead, things were about to come to a head.
She unfurled her shawl around her.
"It seems you're ready to become target practice." If she wasn't stopped, she would start using her weapon to whack crows too and fro off the roof. Or you can help her, or watch or...even get hit by cloth or a crow. Doesn't matter to her, really.
E: Where the Glory is
She wasn't sure how there was so much art. Really, she didn't think it did anyone any good. Just a lot of gaudy pieces, some of them that were quite untrue. She had been set to taste at polishing some of the pieces. But some of them...
She took a moment to look under a leaf or two, and made a noise.
"You wish." She muttered, before going back to work.
F: Shopping list
This was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. She had things that she wanted to do, mostly in the way of sparring. And now...there was this.
With a glower, she came up to the next person who she came across, and shoved the list their way.
"Take this. I've no idea what half of these things are, and I do not wish to go shopping. It's easy colle. Enjoy."
G: Wild card!
If you don't see anything here that works for you, feel free to come up with something else!
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[ He gives her a baffled look before turning his attention back. The cobwebs now cleared, he reaches out to take out the first item of clothing. It's a sailor school uniform—but of course, Bolin never having seen one before, thinks nothing of it. ]
What's so funny—oh, sorry. [ He corrects himself. ] Do you have a girlfriend?
[ Caren is laughing because she's gay, right? ]
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No, not that either.
[She waves a hand, snickering quietly. Nothing wrong with women-she can and would willingly couple with a woman. A relationship though...
That's funny.]
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What follows is just a speedo, and he's sincerely beginning to lose faith in this operation. ]
Then why'd you laugh?
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The idea of someone like me with someone else is absurd. I will not say that I can not love, as all humans, and human variants, do have the potential.
I should correct that. Being in a healthy relationship would not be possible. I am hollow, twisted, and cruel. It is best for all parties that I do not make the attempt.
I'm decent enough not to inflict myself as nothing more than a physical relief for any persons interested. At least that way I would be useful.
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But Bolin's just bad at reading people. ]
Who told you that? [ His response, both concerned and a little upset. ] Who told you that you were those things anyway?
[ There's just so much to address! ]
And what do you mean "physical relief" so you can be useful? Is that fun for you?
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She's thankful for it even, as she continues to take, shake out, and fold shirts as an automatic response.]
Someone telling me these things would imply anyone would care.
[She's just opened a whole new world to him.]
I think you can get that. Fun may be stretching it. It can, however, be quite pleasant, if the other person knows what they're doing.
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Bolin replies on instinct, ] Care— what do you... [ He cuts himself off, expression more quiet and careful. ] I know it can be a lot better than "pleasant", what I mean is, is that a good reason to do it?
[ But he can't stop thinking about - ]
And you don't... have a family or anything?
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Perhaps. I'm useful, and that brings me satisfaction. Joy is rare for me, which is frankly...for the best.
[Again was the quiet laugh. More fabric was folded.]
Sion enjoys the rumour that we are siblings, but that's him being a gossip monger. I haven't had parents since I was a small child. Instead, I was raised by a religious organization. The church, as it's called informally.
[All of this is said without infliction, without anything but sheer calm. She's not agitated in the least. If anything, she's....cold.]
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But he wouldn't trade his brother for it.
He abandons the chest entirely now, walking over to her to sit a respectable distance away. She doesn't seem all that bothered by answer his questions, so he keeps going. ]
Why is it a good thing for you not to be happy?
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Even if the pain is my own. Which is fine. It's far better than feeling nothing at all.
[He won't believe her, or will want to do something about it. She can just feel it.]
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At least he manages to catch himself on his lack of sensitivity however, trying to gather himself to offering something a little more coherent. ]
I mean... why is that when you're happy? You've really never been happy with anything else? [ He furrows his brows. ] Like being... with someone that you love?
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Who knows? Perhaps there is a reason for it all.
I do feel a certain satisfaction from performing my duty. However...your example would mean two things.
One, that I love and am loved in turn, and two that if that were to happen that we would spent time together. Time simply being, if nothing else.
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[ Though not anyone that Bolin knew. But things are different here, the people are so different. Even as someone that routinely worked with criminals, the characters that Bolin's met here are so different from the ones he knows back in the Four Nations.
Even the terrorists, they had something that they loved, and they were happy serving it.
He feels naive now. ]
But you're young! Who knows what's in the future.
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[She agrees. If she were inclined to, she might have made some sort of joke, alluded to Queen perhaps. But she doesn't. Instead, she watches Bolin, intently, trying not to let her smile widen.
It would prove the point, but she would also scare him off.]
It is true. I am nineteen. I have...some time left at least, moreso if I am here for some time.
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[ Though his assumption of sixteen/seventeen is that far off the mark. Caren does seem fairly mature despite her sweet face. Not just mature, but even... adult. But that's her, and even as little as Bolin understands some of the things that she's told him about herself, he's not about to question her further. What would he even say? That she might be wrong about her own feelings? It wouldn't make any sense.
Instead, he shuffles back to the chest, pulling out the next item (a bunny suit) without really thinking about it. ]
I'm twenty, by the way. I don't think there are too many people our age here.
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[She's not going to deny it. It's the truth. But having done most of the folding, she decides to take a break, moving over to watch Bolin with his treasure trove. A bunny uniform? Perish the thought.
Caren moves so she can lean against the wall by the chest, all the better to watch him.]
Just old of curiosity, how old would you say the average hero is? Male, female, or both.
[Appearances can be deceiving. But really, she wonders how deep of a hole he can dig himself into.]
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The next item out of the chest is an actual respectable uniform, and he takes his time to fold it. ]
For the girls... maybe fifteen? [ He's thinking of Asuna and Saber. ] And for the guys, twenty five?
[ What's with the age gap! ]
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Caren manages to keep her expression deadpan as usual, but it's only through practice that she doesn't start laughing. That was quite the age gap.]
Truly?
[Caren don't you do it.]
That seems quite the game between the two. Why do you think it's such a large difference?
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Maybe... because girls are mature faster than guys? [ ??? Continues folding uniform. ] I don't know?
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[They're both right, but she's still teasing him. In her own, weird way.]
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Isn't it the same for women, though? [ He casts a sidelong glance at her, looking puzzled. ] The teenage girls I've met here haven't been that buff.
[ So why not take women in their twenties too?? ]
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I do not know. It could simply that they appear to be teenagers, or there is some other advantage I haven't considered.
[She glances him over.]
Perhaps, for one reason or another, they have a lower life expectancy? Or it could have to do with brain development.
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Anyway, it's not important.
[ Folding the uniform, he reaches in to grab the last item from the chest to find... what would be the Enprise equivalent of a kimono. It takes him a while to unfold the entire fabric, the bright colours dulled from years spent inside the chest, but it's still soft against his fingers.
Standing up so that he can better see the entire thing, scorch marks and holes from burns eventually become apparent, though it doesn't take away from the haunting beauty of the garment. ]
Whoa... this is actually really nice.
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But what he brings out is striking. Caren pushes herself off of the wall, and makes to stand by Bolin's side. Easier that way to see all of the pattern underneath the burns and scrotch marks.]
It's beautiful.
[She's thoughtful as she looks it over, her head tilting to the side. She's seen similar robes on Airy though...not that many.]
I wonder why they made this.
[Keeping it...that's another question. A good one, but a question nonetheless.]
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[ It's certainly beautiful, and Bolin isn't put off by the amount of fabric. Traditional warriors in the Four Nations would fight in all kinds of heavy robes, so this doesn't seem that farfetched to him. (Granted, Bolin has no idea of constricting a kimono can be.)
He swings it closer to Caren, noting her interest. ]
What, do you want it?
[ He wonders if anyone would even notice if they nabbed something out of the piles of old clothes. ]
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