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thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
Entry tags:
Day 271 | OPEN | The first step is usually the hardest
Who: Rob, Anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
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I know. I thought I was compensating for it enough, but I guess not.
[Looking for where the fish have moved to after their recent scares. Probably not too far. They are just fish after all.]
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[ Thankfully, there's some fish nearby that shouldn't be too difficult to spear, considering how shallow the area they're in is...
Hopefully. ]
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Shit. Shit. Fuck.
[He managed to hit a fish, yes, but on the side instead of the head, leaving it still alive but with a mortal wound that will soon kill it. Until then though... Now Rob's not sure how to put it out of its misery with it moving around still.]
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[ GEEZ ROB no, but Shing has to run over to the fish and quickly hit it in the head before it could wriggle and damage itself more. ]
... see, it's okay! You got it...
Like I said, it... takes a lot of practice to get it right. It took me a long time to finally get it, too...
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I didn't wanna get it like that.
[He looks somewhat distressed at how that went.]
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[ Sigh. This was going nowhere quickly, wasn't it... ]
Anyway, uh. I think we have enough fish now, so... let's stop here for today? I still need to show you how to clean and skin them.
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Y-Yeah. Cleaning and skinning's good.
[He starts untying his knife from the spear.]
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[ Said as Shing gets the fish he caught from the cold water nearby and gestures for Rob to follow him to the Distillery, asking for permission to use its kitchen for obvious reasons... ]
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Okay! So... first you want to open up the fish so you can remove its guts and clean it out a little.
[ Shing invites Rob to watch as he places the tip of the knife in the fish's back end and, with a slow but firm motion, pushes it to the front of the fish in a straight like, finally stopping at its gills. ]