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entrancelogs2014-12-12 07:41 am
assembles) wrote in entrancelogs2014-12-12 07:41 am
as the friendship goes resentment grows
Who: Steve Rogers and special guests! (semi-closed for pre-arranged threads)
Where: All around Wonderland
When: 12/12 - 12/14
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone didn't think twice before eating the fruitcake. Have a very grumpy, grinchy Steve Rogers.
The Story:
Ever since that communal dream a few nights ago, Steve hasn't been sleeping particularly well. So it only figures that when he finally does fall into a deeper sleep on the night of the 11th, he's woken up by the sound of clattering and clinking outside. It's enough to rouse him out of bed and he's extra careful, taking his shield along with him when he opens the door from his bedroom out into the hallway.
What he sees are garlands and strings of lights whipping themselves down the hall, arranging themselves just so, moved by some invisible force. Steve watches for a good minute or so as the process continues and the mansion decorates itself. He's heard whispers about how terrible things had been last Christmas, but he didn't realize the mansion was so intent about getting into the spirit. It's like the calm before the storm, or maybe it's meant to give them a false sense of security.
Steve returns to his bed, but he isn't able to fall back to sleep. He stays up sketching, but when morning eventually comes and he heads outside for his routine jog, he finds that the entire outdoor area has been blanketed in snow.
Steve runs anyway, not bothering to get more appropriate clothing because the cold isn't something he feels much, even when it's snowing.
After his jog he heads back inside, takes a shower, and then heads down into the dining hall for a late breakfast. As much as Steve tries to think of pancakes or waffles or bacon, though, all that the mansion is interested in giving him is fruitcake. Eventually, Steve gives up, because he's hungry and he's never been particularly picky. He knows that most people don't like fruitcake, but it's not half bad.
Or that's what he thinks while he's eating it, at least. Afterward he's got a sour taste in his mouth, and his entire mood takes an unexpected nosedive. He leaves the dining hall to find the mansion just as decorated, but now the sparkling lights and ribbons only serve to annoy him, and when he returns to his room and finds the stocking with his name on it, he rips it off of his door with an undue amount of anger.
For the next three days, Steve contends with an uncharacteristically bad mood, one that keeps him locked up in his room for most of the time. He only ventures out to exercise (either by jogging or venting his grumpiness on the punching bags in the training room) or to get more food -- though now he's actively avoiding anything holiday related, thank you very much.
[OOC: Three days of grumpy Steve for everyone's enjoyment! This log is for pre-discussed threads. Come to his room to bug him or feel free to find him in the noted areas, or in the hallways to/from those places. Both prose and bracket tags are fine by me!]
Where: All around Wonderland
When: 12/12 - 12/14
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone didn't think twice before eating the fruitcake. Have a very grumpy, grinchy Steve Rogers.
The Story:
Ever since that communal dream a few nights ago, Steve hasn't been sleeping particularly well. So it only figures that when he finally does fall into a deeper sleep on the night of the 11th, he's woken up by the sound of clattering and clinking outside. It's enough to rouse him out of bed and he's extra careful, taking his shield along with him when he opens the door from his bedroom out into the hallway.
What he sees are garlands and strings of lights whipping themselves down the hall, arranging themselves just so, moved by some invisible force. Steve watches for a good minute or so as the process continues and the mansion decorates itself. He's heard whispers about how terrible things had been last Christmas, but he didn't realize the mansion was so intent about getting into the spirit. It's like the calm before the storm, or maybe it's meant to give them a false sense of security.
Steve returns to his bed, but he isn't able to fall back to sleep. He stays up sketching, but when morning eventually comes and he heads outside for his routine jog, he finds that the entire outdoor area has been blanketed in snow.
Steve runs anyway, not bothering to get more appropriate clothing because the cold isn't something he feels much, even when it's snowing.
After his jog he heads back inside, takes a shower, and then heads down into the dining hall for a late breakfast. As much as Steve tries to think of pancakes or waffles or bacon, though, all that the mansion is interested in giving him is fruitcake. Eventually, Steve gives up, because he's hungry and he's never been particularly picky. He knows that most people don't like fruitcake, but it's not half bad.
Or that's what he thinks while he's eating it, at least. Afterward he's got a sour taste in his mouth, and his entire mood takes an unexpected nosedive. He leaves the dining hall to find the mansion just as decorated, but now the sparkling lights and ribbons only serve to annoy him, and when he returns to his room and finds the stocking with his name on it, he rips it off of his door with an undue amount of anger.
For the next three days, Steve contends with an uncharacteristically bad mood, one that keeps him locked up in his room for most of the time. He only ventures out to exercise (either by jogging or venting his grumpiness on the punching bags in the training room) or to get more food -- though now he's actively avoiding anything holiday related, thank you very much.
[OOC: Three days of grumpy Steve for everyone's enjoyment! This log is for pre-discussed threads. Come to his room to bug him or feel free to find him in the noted areas, or in the hallways to/from those places. Both prose and bracket tags are fine by me!]
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He's playing all by himself, but that doesn't stop him from racing around the large room while he talks to himself. Distantly, Steve remembers doing that kind of thing at that age, but he can't for the life of him imagine what enjoyment he got from it now.
The kid isn't his responsibility, and so he pointedly ignores him as he moves over to the long table in the room to try and get something to eat that isn't cookies or fruitcake. It's only been a day and he's already sick of Christmas food.
And small children getting in the way. It seems like there are a lot more of them around all of a sudden.
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Looking crestfallen, he shoves himself forward to retrieve the fallen piece.
"..Aw man. Lame."
Really lame. He has not seen an actual toy in almost a month.
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He shoves aside yet another plate of cookies that the mansion insists on giving him and lets out a sigh.
The sooner he solves this kid's problem, the sooner he'll leave him alone. And so:
"You could get another one from the closets."
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His eyes grow wide and he looks away, before he looks back.
"...Yeah but they're all the way upstairs."
His hand runs over his face, "Why does everything suck ass."
But he will keep looking at him, then looking away and looking back.
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Finally, finally, he gets a hot plate of food. It's difficult not to be suspicious of anything the mansion serves up now, but Steve's got to eat something.
Which means he doesn't need to be here anymore.
"You could just find an empty room on this floor," he points out as he picks up his plate of food and moves toward the door. The kid is definitely eyeballing him, but that doesn't mean Steve's obligated to stick around.
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