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thearena2014-09-03 12:41 pm
broadsidewaltz) wrote in thearena2014-09-03 12:41 pm
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➵ a few noteworthy ventures [ open ]
Who| Hubert and you!
What| grabbing a shotgun he won & later examining the new... er, additions to the mall
Where| the lockers near the skating rink & later at the center of the mall where some of the new christmas attractions are!
When| Week Two!
Warnings/Notes| nothing, unless anyone comes by with fighting intent! beware the shotgun! (of course major injuries/death will have to be run by both of us)
➀
The scavenger hunt was definitely a way to pass the time, and Hubert had taken the opportunity. After all, he was all nerves despite this Arena being much more peaceful than he imagined- and it was good to devote all that energy to somewhere more productive than pacing.
So, he would make it back to the locker he had the key to, awhile after turning in everything he had been asked for. Opening it as discreetly as he could, he would be rather pleasantly surprised to see a shotgun inside-- pulling it out carefully, along with the ammunition provided, marveling over it. It wasn't his custom-made pistols, but a gun was a gun, and it was a good defense compared to having nothing at all. And hey, it had his name engraved on it!
Want to happen over this guy nerding out over his new digs? Feel free, because he'll be looking over every inch of the shotgun curiously, as if trying to see if there were differences from the guns he was used to back home.
➁
A little later, with the shotgun awkwardly lining his inner coat pocket (he'd have to make a sling for it to carry it over his shoulder later, he noted to himself), Hubert found himself extremely curious about the sudden... decor. Not to mention the strange blaring holiday music, and the snow that was obviously fake... yeah, don't mind him as he peers closely at a little cabin/building called "Santa's Workshop", fingers running over the fake snow and furrowing his brow in thought.
Did this have anything to do with anything? Was it a hint of future events to come, or was it a menace already? Yeah, the blue-haired teen might look a little weird squinting at the string lights, but that's up to you to tell him.
What| grabbing a shotgun he won & later examining the new... er, additions to the mall
Where| the lockers near the skating rink & later at the center of the mall where some of the new christmas attractions are!
When| Week Two!
Warnings/Notes| nothing, unless anyone comes by with fighting intent! beware the shotgun! (of course major injuries/death will have to be run by both of us)
➀
The scavenger hunt was definitely a way to pass the time, and Hubert had taken the opportunity. After all, he was all nerves despite this Arena being much more peaceful than he imagined- and it was good to devote all that energy to somewhere more productive than pacing.
So, he would make it back to the locker he had the key to, awhile after turning in everything he had been asked for. Opening it as discreetly as he could, he would be rather pleasantly surprised to see a shotgun inside-- pulling it out carefully, along with the ammunition provided, marveling over it. It wasn't his custom-made pistols, but a gun was a gun, and it was a good defense compared to having nothing at all. And hey, it had his name engraved on it!
Want to happen over this guy nerding out over his new digs? Feel free, because he'll be looking over every inch of the shotgun curiously, as if trying to see if there were differences from the guns he was used to back home.
➁
A little later, with the shotgun awkwardly lining his inner coat pocket (he'd have to make a sling for it to carry it over his shoulder later, he noted to himself), Hubert found himself extremely curious about the sudden... decor. Not to mention the strange blaring holiday music, and the snow that was obviously fake... yeah, don't mind him as he peers closely at a little cabin/building called "Santa's Workshop", fingers running over the fake snow and furrowing his brow in thought.
Did this have anything to do with anything? Was it a hint of future events to come, or was it a menace already? Yeah, the blue-haired teen might look a little weird squinting at the string lights, but that's up to you to tell him.