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estoria2015-12-22 09:03 pm
kirkwalled) wrote in estoria2015-12-22 09:03 pm
[ losing my edge ϟ open ]
Who: hawkeward moment and whoever else wants to encounter her!
When: various times! but generally post-event because hawke continues not to respect cerealia at all
Where: the church, novus, and trader ceres
What: hawke the bird wonder aggressively ignoring the wrongness of cerealia once again
Rating/Warning: this is a blatant dehiatus general open log, there's not much to say about it
one. or this would be sacrilegious if it wasn't hawke
[ today, anyone who enters the church will be graced with the blessed sounds of -- of snoring. it's not a heavy snore, not one of those gross mucus filled ones that turn a person's stomach, but a snore nonetheless and the culprit isn't immediately visible. this is because the culprit, who is hawke, is sleeping away on one of the pews off towards the back, in the shadows. she's actually quite hidden away, a passing glance would dismiss her and she has a sweater tucked under her head for a pillow. sure, she's sleeping in a church but it isn't as if she wants to disturb anyone. really, that'd be rude!
look, she doesn't really have an apartment right now and the ghosts were kind of aggressive and just -- let the woman nap.
or don't, actually. there's a dog hanging around there too that would be plenty happy with getting up and going to do something else. he might even help you wake her up! ]
two. or this isn't an episode of jessica jones i swear
[ to any poor soul walking past novus this evening (or even at novus), they will see a scruffy looking woman being unceremoniously thrown out of the bar. she stumbles, obviously not very steady on her feet but she manages to catch herself anyway. a sour look as the door slams behind her and she lifts a hand to wipe at the blood on her cut lip before calling out. (which, uh, hawke did you get in another bar fight?) ]
One would think you'd be more charitable! With what, us being the ones who suffer this city the most!
[ hawke eternally has a bone to pick with ceres and cerealia as a whole and while she refuses -- outright refuses -- to get more involved than necessary (this won't be kirkwall 2.0, alright), she doesn't mind freeloading to get what she's due. of course, in a hypercapitalistic city like this, that's not regarded so highly and novus isn't above showing her such. it's a seedy bar anyway! and their drink is poor! that's what hawke's opinion is and after a moment of just scowling at the place, she may notice you. ]
Ah, out for a night on the town, are you?
three. or at least it isn't whole foods (of ceres)
[ trader ceres is overpriced and understocked yet here hawke finds herself anyway. she needs food and still finds the more modern street food served at the food stop too rich for her tastes so, she generally sticks to making her own until she can adapt. when you're from ye olde times, chili cheese dogs are just a bit too much for your stomach.
today, hawke is in the pastry aisle, carrying a basket filled with a variety of things. rice crackers, bread, a huge cut of meat, poptarts. those are the things that can be found in her basket. she's also truly rocking the lazy morning food shopping look, in her sweatpants and grandpa sweater, untied sneakers on her feet and disheveled hair. hawke is just slowly becoming less and less respectable as days go on and no one could really predict that this woman has saved thedas twice over and can kill things ten times her size. come on, she's impressive!
but she isn't very impressive today as she reaches out and grabs a pack of blueberry muffins. she sniffs it, trying to see if it's good enough for her old timer stomach, but the plastic is too much and she lets out a frustrated noise after a moment. ]
It's as if they want you to pay for it before you know if it's edible at all.
[ which is so rude, obviously. hawke's just going to glare at the package a moment longer before looking up and whoever is close by -- ]
Hey, you! Do you know if these are any good?
[ she shakes the muffins a little in gesture and is, well, genuinely asking. help a bro out? ]
misc. or i'm really rusty with open logs
[ and if any of those prompts don't work, but you still want a hawke -- feel free to tag anyway! or hit me up and we can plot something out. thanks for readin'! ]
When: various times! but generally post-event because hawke continues not to respect cerealia at all
Where: the church, novus, and trader ceres
What: hawke the bird wonder aggressively ignoring the wrongness of cerealia once again
Rating/Warning: this is a blatant dehiatus general open log, there's not much to say about it
one. or this would be sacrilegious if it wasn't hawke
look, she doesn't really have an apartment right now and the ghosts were kind of aggressive and just -- let the woman nap.
or don't, actually. there's a dog hanging around there too that would be plenty happy with getting up and going to do something else. he might even help you wake her up! ]
two. or this isn't an episode of jessica jones i swear
One would think you'd be more charitable! With what, us being the ones who suffer this city the most!
[ hawke eternally has a bone to pick with ceres and cerealia as a whole and while she refuses -- outright refuses -- to get more involved than necessary (this won't be kirkwall 2.0, alright), she doesn't mind freeloading to get what she's due. of course, in a hypercapitalistic city like this, that's not regarded so highly and novus isn't above showing her such. it's a seedy bar anyway! and their drink is poor! that's what hawke's opinion is and after a moment of just scowling at the place, she may notice you. ]
Ah, out for a night on the town, are you?
three. or at least it isn't whole foods (of ceres)
today, hawke is in the pastry aisle, carrying a basket filled with a variety of things. rice crackers, bread, a huge cut of meat, poptarts. those are the things that can be found in her basket. she's also truly rocking the lazy morning food shopping look, in her sweatpants and grandpa sweater, untied sneakers on her feet and disheveled hair. hawke is just slowly becoming less and less respectable as days go on and no one could really predict that this woman has saved thedas twice over and can kill things ten times her size. come on, she's impressive!
but she isn't very impressive today as she reaches out and grabs a pack of blueberry muffins. she sniffs it, trying to see if it's good enough for her old timer stomach, but the plastic is too much and she lets out a frustrated noise after a moment. ]
It's as if they want you to pay for it before you know if it's edible at all.
[ which is so rude, obviously. hawke's just going to glare at the package a moment longer before looking up and whoever is close by -- ]
Hey, you! Do you know if these are any good?
[ she shakes the muffins a little in gesture and is, well, genuinely asking. help a bro out? ]
misc. or i'm really rusty with open logs
someone stop them
outwardly, hawke just gives a huff of laughter and keeps an amused expression on her face. she'll kill you, jason. later. punch you right in the throat. ]
No, no. I'm not asking to embarrass you. [ yeah you are, hawke. shut up. ] I've just come to the realization that we're good enough friends at this point to share such details with one another, yes? I really want to get to know you now. I can admit to finding you attractive -- even if, a bit young -- but since you're obviously so disinterested in women, friendship might be the wiser course of action.
[ hawke, you still think his name is nancy drew. well, sort of. she probably tried to text him and realized it's not in the cerevice. now she's a little suspicious. ]
theyre grounded until the universe collapses from heat death
But please consider another thing he's best at: shit eating grins. He's not even bothering to hide how hilarious this is because, c'mon. Is that really the best she can dish out? It's super duper disappointing. He's totally going to snort before shrugging his shoulders.]
Have you ever considered that maybe it's you I'm not interested in? Not that big of a shocker. But like I already said — don't feel too bad. Most people just aren't able to meet my high standards.
[This is what she gets for not being up to date with pop culture.]
but jason already had a heat death
but without missing a beat, she gives a sad (if facetious) sigh as he finishes talking about his high standards. oh, jason. ]
Is this because I've been calling you Nancy Drew? I did figure out it was fake when I tried to send you a letter the other day.
[ hawke's so old she accidentally calls texts letters because sometimes she forgets the new terminology. leave her alone. ]
Still, if you'd prefer to be friendless and alone, you only need to say so. I'm not cruel.
[ this is the most pathetic conversation is all of cerealia. ]
YELLS AT YOU
But he's totally snorting at her in the most exaggerated, shit eating manner. Look, man. There is a very short list of things he cares about, and his name and making friends are definitely not items on that list. Those are just very bad assumptions.]
Heh, you say that like it's a bad thing. [BEING FRIENDLESS AND ALONE IS A BAD THING, JASON?.] I don't care about anyone, and nobody cares about me. I'd say it's a pretty sweet deal.
[This conversation is so pathetic... How did this happen...........]
'Sides, you're just upset you're not as good as you thought.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
but also that throws her off a little because remember who you're talking to, jason! this is hawke. champion of kirkwall, survivor of many assassination attempts, bleeding heart that gives too much to a city that hates her. saying something like "no one cares about me" in front of her just makes her laugh. ]
Oh, that's a lie. I care about you. [ probably the only damn sincere thing she's said this entire conversation yet it's still so flippant in a way only hawke can do. ] So, you'll have to think of something better. Is it for appearance? Ah, my brother used to do the same thing -- never wanted to care for anyone ever! Joined the army to spite me but then I just tagged along and he nearly strangled me. How can you care for no one when you're fighting for the King?
[ but uh. ]
Still, notttt a comparison I'm sure I want to make in the context of this conversation.
[ yes, definitely not going to compare jason to carver if she still wants to get in his pants. she's just gonna grimace a little, whoops. ]
Anyway, I'm actually phenomenal but you're stubborn. You won't give in in one conversation, will you? Might as well talk about something else.