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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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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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[She's seen all sorts of robes and armor, but it's still...who would keep this? Even when it's all like that.
His offering the kimono has her eyes widen, and she raises her hands as if to ward it off.]
I don't have the dress making skills. And it would need to be remade; it's too...
[She makes a face.]
And I'm certain it wouldn't fit, either.
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[ He shrugs, turning aside so that he can go about folding the beast. It proves almost impossible just by holding it up, due to the breadth of the fabric, and eventually he sets it on the ground to fold. ]
Too bad something this nice is locked away though. [ He means it, considering that most of the other things they'd found were pretty weird. ] What's the point of keeping all this stuff...
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She shrugs though as she makes to smooth out the kimono beside him.]
Who knows? Maybe there is a use out of all of this, fabric use or not.
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You're pretty good at folding.
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[Modest? Not really, it's not much to brag about.]
I've had plenty of practice.