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snowblindrpg2016-12-19 10:59 pm
theurgy) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-12-19 10:59 pm
[log] pretty pretty princesses [closed]
Characters: Cassel and Adelina
Location: Building 145
Date: Day 190
Summary: Two teenagers try very hard not to freeze to death.
Warnings: Will edit as necessary!
[Cassel finally makes it to the storage unit minutes before lockdown. It doesn't take long to slip from the grocery store to the little building beside it, but by the time he does, he's already shivering violently. He's wearing a leather jacket and gloves more suited for fall than for winter, and while they cut the wind a bit, it feels like the chill has seeped down into his bones. He isn't used to cold like this, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that his heart sinks when he sees where they'll be spending the night—a bare concrete floor and an empty, echoing room.
Cassel closes the door behind him and hears the lock engage a moment later, then drops his pack to the ground. He already looks a little ridiculous—there's a pink leopard print cutting cape wrapped around his throat like a scarf, and he's wearing sneakers that certainly weren't made for traipsing around in the snow and the ice. At least he has fresh food.]
Location: Building 145
Date: Day 190
Summary: Two teenagers try very hard not to freeze to death.
Warnings: Will edit as necessary!
[Cassel finally makes it to the storage unit minutes before lockdown. It doesn't take long to slip from the grocery store to the little building beside it, but by the time he does, he's already shivering violently. He's wearing a leather jacket and gloves more suited for fall than for winter, and while they cut the wind a bit, it feels like the chill has seeped down into his bones. He isn't used to cold like this, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that his heart sinks when he sees where they'll be spending the night—a bare concrete floor and an empty, echoing room.
Cassel closes the door behind him and hears the lock engage a moment later, then drops his pack to the ground. He already looks a little ridiculous—there's a pink leopard print cutting cape wrapped around his throat like a scarf, and he's wearing sneakers that certainly weren't made for traipsing around in the snow and the ice. At least he has fresh food.]
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Where I'm from you have to go to school until you're eighteen, and the last four years are called high school. A blazer is a jacket, and dorkiest means you'd be embarrassed for me if I wore it in front of you.
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[It's said with some skepticism. While things like the communicators and other technology are met with fascination, this is the first real moment of culture shock she's come up against.]
Then... The garment you're speaking of isn't particularly fashionable.
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[He says this with a completely straight face, as though it's the most important thing in the world.]
Do all soldiers wear fancy dresses where you're from?
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[She shakes her head.]
No, this was for my coronation. It's a shame I wasn't on the battlefield when I was brought here, I might have had more appropriate clothing in that case...
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Coronation. Coronation for what?
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I will tell you once you explain calculus to me.
[Priorities.]
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I thought the one upside to freezing to death was not having to think about homework.
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[The hole grows ever deeper.]
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Schoolwork that you have to finish outside of class.
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[Strange or not, she seems interested in hearing more about it. It's such a foreign concept to her.]
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[Cassel just somehow conned his way into a super nice one.]
They give you work to finish between classes, which everyone hates.
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[A small frown.]
Why would you hate the opportunity to learn more?
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[God, somehow Adelina makes him feel bad about complaining about homework.]
Sometimes after being in class all day I don't feel like doing French translations for another two hours, you know?
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I don't know what French is, either, so I'm afraid not... But, how long did your lessons typically last?
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[Or at least she assumes it wasn't, since she still has no idea what either is.]
It was more about manners and etiquette, history and diplomacy... Economic policy and proper leadership, military tactics. Then there was how to speak properly in public, as well as decorum. How to ride a horse, the art of needlepoint. Things of that nature.
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[He brushes the hair back from his forehead absently.]
So, are you going to tell me about this coronation?
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[She'll never let go.]
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I give you half my life story and that's the response I get.
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[Just saying.]
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What can I say? I like to be concise.
[And now he's just looking at her expectantly.]
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What sort of coronation do you imagine it was?
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If you wouldn't have considered it as much of a mistake with anyone else, you shouldn't with me.
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So you're a humble queen. That's good, because I don't know the proper way to bow or kiss your hand or whatever.
[He's joking.]
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