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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
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Instead, he just pushes the cart along, picking up speed, even jumping onto the back of it to ride it like a chariot of glory. ]
Oh man, I can't believe we're really doing this!
[ #thuglife ]
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Of course we are, kid! Look at their faces, those shambling pieces of metal can't do anything to stop you.
[ pfft, robots. who needs 'em? ]
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As he rides the back of the shopping cart to a glorious escape, he has a moment of "ohgodwhatamidoingthisiscrazypleasestopthistrainiwanttogetoff" but does he head that little voice of reason in his head?
NOT TODAY. This is his little piece of rebellion. Take that, CERES! He's in your shops, stealing your pineapples! ]
Right! I'll just - explain everything when I bring the cart back, just in case.
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also ceres can probably afford this, right? probably. ]
Well, I suppose if you want to be a wet blanket about it, sure.
[ hawke, you literally said he could bring the cart back and everything would be fine just a few minutes ago. ]
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Or something like that. ]
I don't want to be a wet blanket! [ Said in the most wet-blankety manner ever. They're through the door now, though! Fresh air, freedom! ] Wow, I can't believe that actually -
[ And then, after a few feet, the wheels on the shopping cart lock. The cart skids to a stop and Dipper, its hapless driver, flies over the handle and into the pineapple-laden basket. ]
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that said, hawke opens her mouth to interject with probably another insult when -- oh. oh that's embarrassing. she skids to a halt then, stumbling a little before catching herself and turning to dipper. one hand goes to her head, the other to her hip as her eyebrow furrows, taking in this really pathetic scene. ]
Oh, Maker. What did you do?
[ because this is obviously a dipper thing and not a they're breaking the law thing. ]
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From his hapless grave of pineapples: ] Iiiiii probably deserve that.
[ He twists to look through the metal wiring on the cart to the wheels below. ]
I guess the wheels locked? Must be some kind of...anti-theft precaution.
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Yeah, you really did.
[ hawke, you're no help here. she just drops her hands to tuck them into her pockets and rocks on her feet a little. ]
I guess that's why no one was chasing us. I could break the lock, if you want to still go through with it.
[ probably. then there's probably a high chance of them getting attacked by robots. do you want to get attacked by robots, dipper? was that on your morning to do list?
... it was probably on hawke's. ]
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And he still just...lays there. Miserably. Questioning his decisions and place in the universe...okay, maybe not that. ]
I think I've done enough damage for one shopping trip. [ That's damage to himself, by the way. ] But...thanks?
[ ????? ]