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disingenuous) wrote2025-06-02 08:01 pm
disingenuous) wrote2025-06-02 08:01 pm
strohl catchall
how many metaphors can i fit in here
[ from wherever she's seated in the gate area, the moment he looks in her direction, she'll pat the chair next to her. ]
Edited 2025-06-03 02:17 (UTC)
[ what an obedient boy. ]
Hello, Strohl. There isn't anything to bother me other than the wait for team assignments. How are you?
Hello, Strohl. There isn't anything to bother me other than the wait for team assignments. How are you?
I'm feeling about the same. [ he smiles, a little sheepish, rubs the back of his neck with his hand. ] Bit of a pain, isn't it? Not knowing. I don't mind working with a team - I do at home, but... I'd like to keep it that way, and I've a feeling it's not going to work out.
[ his hulkenberg. :( ]
I've heard some of the other places had teams before, so they seemed more - used to it. Did yours, Miss Roxana?
[ his hulkenberg. :( ]
I've heard some of the other places had teams before, so they seemed more - used to it. Did yours, Miss Roxana?
Is Hulkenberg and you from the same world? You both reacted similarly when I used your first names. I didn't mean to overstep the first day, Strohl.
[ she's learned. ]
No, there were no teams or anything of the sort. Colors that we were assigned, but it didn't mean anything more than where we slept.
[ she's learned. ]
No, there were no teams or anything of the sort. Colors that we were assigned, but it didn't mean anything more than where we slept.
[ oh...! he ducks his head, pinkening a little, and waves his hand. ]
Oh - it's alright, there's no need to apologise, it's not like you knew -- and yeah, yeah, we are. We've traveled together for a while, now, long before all of this. [ a beat ] ...though, honestly, I didn't even know her name was that long.
[ whoops. ] Suppose it makes sense in hindsight - anyway, tells you how often we use them.
[ as for the bit about the teams, he makes a thoughtful noise - and then laughs, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
God, now there's the thing I'd really like to get this over with and get to. I'd do anything for a proper bed.
Oh - it's alright, there's no need to apologise, it's not like you knew -- and yeah, yeah, we are. We've traveled together for a while, now, long before all of this. [ a beat ] ...though, honestly, I didn't even know her name was that long.
[ whoops. ] Suppose it makes sense in hindsight - anyway, tells you how often we use them.
[ as for the bit about the teams, he makes a thoughtful noise - and then laughs, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
God, now there's the thing I'd really like to get this over with and get to. I'd do anything for a proper bed.
Edited (my SPACING) 2025-06-04 02:06 (UTC)
If it's not something that comes up in your everyday life and your culture persuades against it, it's not surprising even if I can't say I fully understand it.
[ but she gets that it is what it is. ]
That's the only thing I'm looking forward to about teams: proper sleeping arrangements.
[ but she gets that it is what it is. ]
That's the only thing I'm looking forward to about teams: proper sleeping arrangements.
It's mostly just formality - titles, and the like. Suppose it makes it more...personal, once you get close enough to address someone by their given name, yeah...?
[ this is weirdly embarrassing to talk about.
clears his throat. ANYWAY. he groans at that, this time dramatic. ]
And a proper bath - I'm right there with you, Roxana. I'm going to have a crick in my neck for weeks, long as my head's still attached.
[ j...joking ]
[ this is weirdly embarrassing to talk about.
clears his throat. ANYWAY. he groans at that, this time dramatic. ]
And a proper bath - I'm right there with you, Roxana. I'm going to have a crick in my neck for weeks, long as my head's still attached.
[ j...joking ]
Doesn't that make it special? More intimate?
[ it's only embarrassing if you get embarrassed.
she can guess he's joking. ]
I don't think you're the type to let someone just decapitate you. But you're right. I would love to have some of the luxuries I'm used to again.
[ it's only embarrassing if you get embarrassed.
she can guess he's joking. ]
I don't think you're the type to let someone just decapitate you. But you're right. I would love to have some of the luxuries I'm used to again.
[ roxana is out on the flight deck, touching some of the plants there as if trying to soak in some of the outdoors after being stuck in the terminal. ]
What are you thinking?
[ a lot happened. ]
What are you thinking?
[ a lot happened. ]
Edited 2025-06-08 02:56 (UTC)
[ i'm glad we're all like this bc i have written so many starters that were like iM TOUCHING GRASS I NEED OUT OF CONTAINMENT
by which i mean!! strohl's also out here with the plants, standing with his arms folded, one foot tap tap tapping away - when he hears roxana, he looks over, then dips his head politely in greeting. what is he thinking. ]
...That it seems like we'll be playing by the rules of other people's games, while we're here. [ is eventually his answer, thoughtful if grim about it. ] And that we've a long, long way to go.
[ a pause - that thoughtfulness shifts, to something softer, a touch of concern. ] That came as a surprise to you, too, right? Are you alright, Roxana?
by which i mean!! strohl's also out here with the plants, standing with his arms folded, one foot tap tap tapping away - when he hears roxana, he looks over, then dips his head politely in greeting. what is he thinking. ]
...That it seems like we'll be playing by the rules of other people's games, while we're here. [ is eventually his answer, thoughtful if grim about it. ] And that we've a long, long way to go.
[ a pause - that thoughtfulness shifts, to something softer, a touch of concern. ] That came as a surprise to you, too, right? Are you alright, Roxana?
[ airport air has a distinct stuffy quality to it, too. they must breathe in the outdoors.
she offers him a humorless smile. ]
It was a surprise, but I'm fine. I'm more frustrated by not anticipating it more than anything. I don't know what we'll see from your game, but it'd be best to keep an eye out for anything familiar, however horrible.
she offers him a humorless smile. ]
It was a surprise, but I'm fine. I'm more frustrated by not anticipating it more than anything. I don't know what we'll see from your game, but it'd be best to keep an eye out for anything familiar, however horrible.
[ this is true hell i cannot imagine being stuck in an airport for 8 weeks
he nods, to that, looking grim. ]
...Let's hope it's not accidents. [ the talk about maybe the murder was actually just a normal accident brought back unpleasant memories - he lifts a hand and rubs it over his face. ]
What was he talking about...? Balancing colours, and all that.
he nods, to that, looking grim. ]
...Let's hope it's not accidents. [ the talk about maybe the murder was actually just a normal accident brought back unpleasant memories - he lifts a hand and rubs it over his face. ]
What was he talking about...? Balancing colours, and all that.
[ a perfect place to endure murder once again.
she sighs. ]
Accidents would make being confined for nine hours worse. [ at least have some conviction for them to have to go through trial, even if a brain is addled for it. ]
The Prism that he mentioned likes colors, and it liked balance. If you were there, you were assigned a color.
she sighs. ]
Accidents would make being confined for nine hours worse. [ at least have some conviction for them to have to go through trial, even if a brain is addled for it. ]
The Prism that he mentioned likes colors, and it liked balance. If you were there, you were assigned a color.
That seems more of an outlier than a pattern, and the murders stick out more to the auditors than random accidents.
[ or at least that's the impression she has. ]
Why don't you take a guess and I'll tell you if you're close?
[ or at least that's the impression she has. ]
Why don't you take a guess and I'll tell you if you're close?
Hmm....
[ she takes a second to think. ]
Eight. Most of the colors of the rainbow and then some that aren't.
[ she takes a second to think. ]
Eight. Most of the colors of the rainbow and then some that aren't.
[ crawls in ara love me
as roxana is out and about today, she might hear a noise - the cacophony of metal hitting glass, the shriek and shatter like nails on a chalkboard, electrical sparks flying.
and then, immediately after that, she'll hear a scream. it's not a scream of fright, no. it's angry, but that's not quite it either. it's -- like a feral animal. a noise so guttural and devastated that it's barely human, the sort that chills you to your bones. grief, made aural.
investigate? ]
as roxana is out and about today, she might hear a noise - the cacophony of metal hitting glass, the shriek and shatter like nails on a chalkboard, electrical sparks flying.
and then, immediately after that, she'll hear a scream. it's not a scream of fright, no. it's angry, but that's not quite it either. it's -- like a feral animal. a noise so guttural and devastated that it's barely human, the sort that chills you to your bones. grief, made aural.
investigate? ]
[ she investigates. she approaches the direction of the scream, of glass shattering. she is no stranger to horrible and feral sounds, human or otherwise. she knows it is more likely grief than not today. ]
[ grief indeed.
the sound becomes immediately obvious - the glass came from a shattered departure screen just outside of the sim room. as roxana comes around the corner, she'll notice a few things.
the first is that it's strohl. he has his greatsword out, and as to be expected, just in front of the departure screen, shattered into showers of glass. sparks fly off of the electronics, and his shoulders are heaving, still standing there with the sword strike completed, metal buried into the ground.
the second is that his tattoo of the week is visible on his back. it's huge - the text is repeating, thick black strikes of ink that cover his family crest entirely.
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AG
it doesn't seem that he's noticed he has company, or heard roxana yet. ]
the sound becomes immediately obvious - the glass came from a shattered departure screen just outside of the sim room. as roxana comes around the corner, she'll notice a few things.
the first is that it's strohl. he has his greatsword out, and as to be expected, just in front of the departure screen, shattered into showers of glass. sparks fly off of the electronics, and his shoulders are heaving, still standing there with the sword strike completed, metal buried into the ground.
the second is that his tattoo of the week is visible on his back. it's huge - the text is repeating, thick black strikes of ink that cover his family crest entirely.
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AG
it doesn't seem that he's noticed he has company, or heard roxana yet. ]
[ his grief is emblazoned for everyone to see, on his back to all the little shards on the floor.
she walks towards him slowly, carefully, and makes a point to step on glass. she doesn't mean to sneak up on him at all.
this is his chance to tell her to leave him alone, if he wants to vent his violence without anyone around. ]
Again?
she walks towards him slowly, carefully, and makes a point to step on glass. she doesn't mean to sneak up on him at all.
this is his chance to tell her to leave him alone, if he wants to vent his violence without anyone around. ]
Again?
[ he doesn't, is the thing. the glass crunches under her heels, tiny noises in tune with the sparks occasionally coming from the broken screen. he's breathing hard, and white knuckling the sword, but he almost doesn't even seem to realize roxana is there.
until he does - he lifts his head, almost belatedly. he's a wreck, expression destroyed somewhere between angry and startled and devastated, fat tears in the corner of his eyes, down his cheeks. he stares at her for a long moment, like he's trying to get his bearings, and then jerks his head away.
... ]
Just like that. Died the same way. Stolen off on one of those trips. Came back injured. The next morning, she was gone.
[ stiffly, like he's barely, barely holding it together. he wants to break this screen again. wants to sit on the ground and scream like a child, throw even worse of a tantrum than he already has. all you ever do, leon strohl, is fail. ]
until he does - he lifts his head, almost belatedly. he's a wreck, expression destroyed somewhere between angry and startled and devastated, fat tears in the corner of his eyes, down his cheeks. he stares at her for a long moment, like he's trying to get his bearings, and then jerks his head away.
... ]
Just like that. Died the same way. Stolen off on one of those trips. Came back injured. The next morning, she was gone.
[ stiffly, like he's barely, barely holding it together. he wants to break this screen again. wants to sit on the ground and scream like a child, throw even worse of a tantrum than he already has. all you ever do, leon strohl, is fail. ]
[ it's more serious than she thought. she came to see the state of him more than anything, and once he looks away, she maneuvers around the glass to stand next to the hallway wall. she maintains some distance. ]
Why do you feel like it's your fault?
Why do you feel like it's your fault?
I swore I'd protect her.
[ twice. twice, now. it doesn't even occur to him why she's asking - he's unaware of the tattoo of the moment, falling deep into this hole of self loathing and despair, of grief and sorrow. it's more anguish and undirected fury than anything particular - devastation. she's somewhere else, at some other airport. he knows this. it doesn't make knowing that vi cried into his shoulder on thursday and told him he made her feel safe any less stark. ]
Twice, twice she put her faith in me, even after I failed her the first time! And what happened? The same damn thing, the same conditions -- everything!
[ twice. twice, now. it doesn't even occur to him why she's asking - he's unaware of the tattoo of the moment, falling deep into this hole of self loathing and despair, of grief and sorrow. it's more anguish and undirected fury than anything particular - devastation. she's somewhere else, at some other airport. he knows this. it doesn't make knowing that vi cried into his shoulder on thursday and told him he made her feel safe any less stark. ]
Twice, twice she put her faith in me, even after I failed her the first time! And what happened? The same damn thing, the same conditions -- everything!
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