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Post by Dune Wood on Mar 25, 2012 22:08:29 GMT -6
  Dune sighed. He was on a train bound for District 3. He hated doing his dad’s dirty work. Well, he loved touring the districts, but he hated always being on “Official business”. A letter with the emblem of District 1 sat in his lap. He was supposed to deliver it to the Mayor of District 3, and get a reply as soon as possible. His instructions were to not leave the general area of the Justice Building until he received one, even if it took a few days. At least his mother had allowed him to bring along his guitar. Most people in the districts had never seen a guitar, and always stood fascinated while he played it, generally somewhere around the justice building.
Unfortunately he wasn’t allowed to go to District 4. Dune’s birth parents had written to his other parents, telling them about the situation. Velvet Sparks, being the jolly, slightly idiotic and gullible politician that he was, agreed wholeheartedly and forbade Dune from ever stepping foot in District 4. Dune almost pointed out that his brother had the full ability to travel between districts like he did, but then he realized that he probably wouldn’t be allowed out of his house then, because he could see Layke in District 1 of all places, so he decided to keep quiet.
Finally, the train slowed to a stop, and Dune got off. He was glad he wore shades, because the sun in District 3 was blinding that day. Even with his glasses on, he had to shade his eyes with his hand to see anything, and then had to look around for a moment to get his bearings. Once he finally figured out where he was, he set off in the direction of the Justice Building. His guitar was strapped to his back in a special case his dad had ordered for him from District 8 the day after Marvel left for the Capitol.
Thinking about his late brother made Dune cry a bit, so he had to take off his glasses, exposing his two colored eyes for a moment, but only long enough to wipe away the tears. Dune didn’t cry. The last time he cried was the day she died. Just the thought of her made Dune cry harder. He had to take deep breaths, wipe his eyes one last time, and put his glasses back on before someone saw him. His eyes were already a send up, so Dune Sparks, the son of the Mayor of District 1, crying was definitely not something he wanted people seeing.
When he made it to the Justice Building, Dune found the Mayor’s office with relative ease, and delivered the letter with no issues. He was told to wait outside, so Dune did just that. He plopped himself down on the far right side of the steps leading up to the Building itself, his glasses protecting his eyes from the sun. He pulled his guitar out of its case, earning him a few strange looks from passers by, but no one actually stopped. That is, until he began playing. Just a few notes, something simple to start off with. When he really got into full swing, he was playing an old song, something he’d heard once when he was little.
He finished it off with a rendition of the Capitol’s anthem, and then glanced around at the people who had amassed around him. “Thank you, thank you. I’m done for now, enjoy your day. I’ll be here until I’m told to leave.” Dune smiled at the people.
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: The Circle; MP3s Killed the Record Companies; Pop Goes the Camera - All by Adam Lambert
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Mar 26, 2012 19:11:40 GMT -6
  The loud noises of the small house were overwhelming. How was a girl supposed to get any sketching done when there were a couple other girls darting around the small bedroom that Copper shared with two other foster kids. The volume only seemed to increase. If the wire came at a forty-five degree angle here... "COPPER! SHE TOOK MY DOLL!" Copper growled and slammed her sketch book closed."Seriously?" she snapped, glaring at the two blonde girls on the ground. "You have three dolls. Those two look exactly the same. What the hell is wrong with you two?" The two girls turned red at Copper's outburst before looking back at the dolls. The younger of the two started wimpering before tears came from her eyes.
Copper shook her head and stood up, shoving her books and pencil bag into her small messenger bag and walking out of the room. Her house parents weren't home, so they wouldn't hear the little twits in the other room crying. It wasn't the first time she had snapped at them like that, and it probably wasn't going to be the last, but every time she still got into trouble and was made to take on extra chores around the house. Copper didn't care. Right now, she just needed peace and quiet. Something she wasn't going to get by staying in that house.
She stepped out the front door and walked down the street towards the Justice Building. It wasn't going to be loud there. It rarely ever was. Perhaps she might get a little work done for once.
It really wasn't a long walk. The stone benches outside were shaded with small trees, so the burning hot sun wasn't murderously torturing. She took a seat on the cool seating before pulling out her notebook. For a moment, the silence was bliss. However, the ecstasy was interrupted by a small melody that filled the immediate area. Her eyes narrowed as she finished the small wheel shape she was drawing and she glanced towards where the noise was coming from.
A dark haired boy had an instrument of some sort on his lap. She couldn't exactly remember what the primitive looking technology was called, but it fascinated her. It wasn't ancient, she would know about it, but perhaps... Renessiance? Medieval? She wasn't sure exactly, but she wanted to know.
She stood, carrying her notebook with her arms across her chest. She walked towards the music, obviously the Anthem of the Capitol and pushed herself towards the front. She pulled her glasses off of her eyes and rested them on her curly red hair that was pulled up in a small bun. The instrument's music was beautiful, she had to admit that. Much more pleasing to her ears than the screaming and yelling at the house. She would much rather be interrupted by this sort of distraction.
The song ended, and she smiled, giving a small applause. "I'll be here until I'm told to leave, the boy said. Copper smiled and nodded. "Then leave. Of course, it's probably not my authority you are waiting for," she teased with a small smirk. "I hope I don't sound stupid by asking, but what is that sort of instrument called?
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Post by Dune Wood on Mar 26, 2012 21:20:06 GMT -6
Dune tucked his guitar back in his case when he heard someone say he should leave. He glanced up to see if it was one of the Mayor’s attendants, but he knew them well enough to recognize them, and the girl standing before him wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t sure who she was and he was about to do something he never did: throw his father’s weight as Mayor around, but even he knew that was a weak excuse in District 3. And then she made a joke. All of Dune’s anger vanished, and he glanced up at her through his shades, not that she could see it.
He stood up and wiped his hands on his pants, and then wiped his pants off with his hands. It took him a moment to see the redundancy in what he was doing, so he quietly put his hands away and strapped his guitar case to his back. “This, my friend, is a guitar. Near as I can tell, it’s one of the last in Panem, so not a lot of people know what it is. Ergo, you don’t sound stupid. I’m Dune, by the way. Dune Sparks.”
Dune had to admit, as much as he didn’t want to notice, she reminded him a lot of Samantha. They had the same curly copper hair, the same basic body type, the only thing that was different was the glasses. Samantha didn’t wear glasses. Thinking about Samantha shot a sharp pain through Dune’s heart. He hoped this girl never had to face the same fate she did. He couldn’t stand to see that happen, especially if he was in the Arena with her. It would basically rip his heart out if he had to be the one to kill her. Right then and there, Dune made a promise to himself that if this girl and he ended up in a Rebel Arena together, he’d protect her until his dying breath. Which would probably be at the hands of Layke, because, let’s face it: Dune’s luck sucked.
“Might I enquire as to your name?”
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: Original Sin - Meatloaf
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Mar 27, 2012 13:02:21 GMT -6
The wires. The way the music echoed through the air. The waves emitted by the vibration of the steel strings. It seemed so simple, yet so affective. It immediately made her think of some of the books she had read where the music protected a treasure. Pianos, where if you played the wrong note, the floor would crumble beneath you. Harps, where the melody was able to put even the most foul of protectors in a trance. It was amazing what wood and steel could accomplish. Such simple materials, yet such an amazing device.
Copper watched as the instrument was placed back in its case in awe. A guitar, he said. The last one of its kind, and it was in his hands. How did he manage to have a hold of it? Was he from the Capitol, where they all had splendid and rare things? No. He was far too normal appearing to be from there, and he didn't seem to have the fashion sense for that culture. He didn't look as if he were from around here. He was too... athletic looking? Many of the other District 3 boys and girls still stayed inside a lot, so they didn't look quite as muscular.
She was studying him when her thoughts were interrupted. "Oh. My name is Copper," she offered, taking her glasses off of her head and slipping them into the case in her bag. She looked back up at him. "And who are you?"
It wasn't often that she saw people from other districts in the area, even if they weren't restricted since the new government. It was fascinating just to see a new face around the small town. "I don't mean for that to sound rude or anything, but you aren't from around here, are you? What business do you have in this boring place?"
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Notes: Haha, you jinxed me!
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Post by Dune Wood on Mar 27, 2012 21:03:42 GMT -6
Dune smiled and shook his head. Copper had guessed right when she said he wasn’t from District 3. “I’m Dune Sparks from District 1. My dad’s the Mayor of District 1, and I’m here as a messenger to the Mayor of 3. And I don’t think District 3 is boring. Different, yeah, but not boring.” Dune said. District 3 was definitely not District 1, but Dune was glad to be out of the monotony of his own District. The place was crazy, to say the least. It reminded Dune a lot of a mixture of District culture and Capitol culture.
He’d gotten a chance to visit the Capitol once when he was very young, and the experience had traumatized him. So many strange looking people. Dune couldn’t understand why people forced themselves to dress like that, or why they changed so much about their bodies. The only thing about the Capitol that Dune had actually liked was the fact that he didn’t feel weird for having two different colored eyes. Not that many people noticed. If anything, they noticed how plain he and the rest of his family looked compared to everyone else. That was also the first time Marvel had been to the Capitol.
He didn’t envy his brother for getting to return to the Capitol, if anything the whole situation made him angry. Angry at the Capitol for making his brother compete in those horrible Games, angry at Marvel for leaving him, and angry at the Mockingjay for killing Marvel. But Dune knew that dwelling on such things was bad for him, and was only good for making him cry, much like he was doing right now. Dune frowned, he seemed to be crying a lot lately. He was angry with himself for letting his emotions getting the better of himself so much, and his eyes were starting to hurt with as much as he was rubbing them to get rid of the tears.
Dune removed his shades and set them atop his head to wipe his eyes again. The whites of his eyes were growing red from crying so much. He looked up wiped out his water line then back at Copper, exposing his mismatched eyes to her. “Sorry about that,” he explained, his voice shaky, “I’m not normally like this. It’s just, thinking about my bro--” Dune faltered. Copper didn’t need to know he was thinking of Marvel, and the word brother made Dune’s thoughts move to Layke, which made him tear up again.
Dune half sat, half slumped, half collapsed back onto the steps. He had to rest his head between his knees, because if he start controlling his breathing, he was going to seriously burst out into tears right in front of God and everyone, smack dab in the middle of District 3. And that would not reflect well on his father, the son of District 1’s mayor crying in the middle of District 3. Dune’s breathing slowly spiraled out of control and began to sound dangerously like hyperventilation, before he finally managed to steady himself and even out his breathing pattern.
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: Cain's Blood - 4 Runner
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Mar 28, 2012 16:39:12 GMT -6
Copper turned a bit red when she heard who she was talking to. The mayor's son? The mayor of District One, no less. That would explain why he had something that nobody else had. He had to be one of the most important people in the districts... aside from the main government at the Capitol, of course.
Copper had never visited another district before. She had, once, managed to leave to go to the small common area, but had never actually crossed the border into another district's domain. This boy probably traveled a lot like this. He'd probably seen every place at least once. She didn't even know why he was talking to her if he were so important. Her eyes glanced down at herself in her simple clothes and she frowned.
Looking back up, she saw that his mood had changed. Was he getting annoyed with her? Did she say something wrong? Her face got even redder, almost matching her hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything," she started, sitting next to him, but he was already talking, and probably couldn't even hear a word she was saying. His... brother? Was that what he was about to say?
He had decided to remove his glasses, and his eyes were very curious. They were both different colors. It was actually quite fascinating, and Copper wondered if that were natural, or if it had surgically been done. No. Bad Copper. How can she be thinking about that when he was crying right here in front of her?
"No. Don't cry," she pleaded, unsure of what to do. When a child at home cried, she would hold them to her chest until they stopped. But, obviously, that wouldn't work in this situation. He was as old as her, and holding him to her chest... well, that would be just a bit awkward, now wouldn't it?
She glanced around as several people started to group around them, wondering why he was crying. Her eyes narrowed into her death stare, and she was thankful that she had taken off her glasses already. They always seemed to lessen the effect. The people continued to move, but that didn't keep them from starting to talk as they left.
"I was just kidding before," she whispered to him with his head tucked into his knees. "But maybe you should go. At least somewhere a bit less... public, should I say?" Copper hoped he didn't take her suggestion the wrong way, but she was sure he didn't want to be seen in this state. "I'll go with you. Unless you don't want me to, of course..."
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Notes:It was fine ^_^. Just hope mine was
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Post by Dune Wood on Apr 1, 2012 15:36:09 GMT -6
Dune wiped his eyes again and looked up. “No, I’ll be fine. And I can’t really go anywhere. I have to wait for the Mayor’s reply to my father’s letter.” Dune rested his back on the wall of the Capitol building. He hoped he didn’t have to wait long, because he wanted to follow Copper’s suggestion and get out of there. He still had to consciously regulate his breathing, lest he start hyperventilating again, and pass out. He glanced up at the sky, suddenly wishing his parents in District 4 had never given him up. It always bothered him as to why they did that. He was exactly like Layke in every way possible, down to the mismatched eyes, so why did they give him up?
Dune wasn’t allowed to ponder this for very long, because a guard came out of the Justice building, carrying a letter embossed with the seal of District 3. “Is there a...Dune Sparks out here?” Dune stood up and made a feeble attempt to make himself look somewhat presentable, but that just didn’t seem to be working for him. “Um, that would be me.” Dune raised his hand and walked towards the guard.
“This is for you.” The guard said, handing Dune the letter. When Dune had the letter safely in his hands, the guard turned and walked back into the Justice Building. “Well, he seemed....nice...” Dune said, turning back to Copper. He picked up his guitar case, stuffing the letter in his pocket. His father didn’t expect him home until early evening, so he had some time to kill. “So where exactly did you have in mind?” He asked Copper, beginning to wander in one direction. He really hoped she would follow, or he was about to get hopelessly lost in District 3.
“I’m sure such a pretty local girl like you would know of an out of the way place. Somewhere with food, preferably. I’m famished.” Dune wasn’t attempting to be patronizing when he called Copper pretty, he was being genuine. Dune generally didn’t give out compliments unless he meant them, and he didn’t have ulterior motives, like attempting to woo a girl. He just wanted to be nice.
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: The Arena - Luke Conard and Joey Graceffa
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Apr 4, 2012 10:09:46 GMT -6
He had to wait for the letter. Copper nodded in understanding and sat by him on the steps. It was quiet for a moment, and she noticed Dune trying to get a grip on himself, so she stayed quiet. She really didn't know what to say, or do, so she stayed quiet and waited, hoping that would be all he needed from her. His eyes kept drawing her attention. It was so strange how they were two different colors, and she wondered if it was surgical. Perhaps, since his father was mayor, of the first district, no less, they were still able to afford luxuries the Capitol had. That made her feel even more awkward and out of place around him. The girl from the third district who lived with a foster family and didn't even have any parents.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the man at the door asking for Dune. She glanced up at him and waited, but he didn't even notice her presence. At least he wasn't going to tell her to get off of the doorstep this time. She looked back down at her bag as the man walked inside and slammed the heavy doors closed behind him. At first, Copper thought that Dune was going to leave her. "So where exactly did you have in mind?"
She got quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Somewhere quiet and undisturbed in the third district... with food. There was a small diner a couple blocks away. It wasn't anything too fancy that a District one would find too enjoyable, but he did want something quiet, after all.
It took her a moment or two to realize exactly what he had said. A pretty girl? Her? Perhaps he had meant petty, and in which case he would have been right. She tried not to think too much of it, but that was something nobody had ever called her before. "Well, there is this small diner a block or two down," she finally answered, standing to follow him. "It's nothing much, but it's quiet and usually pretty empty. I tend to go there to get out of the house. The waitresses are usually pretty friendly."
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Post by Dune Wood on Apr 7, 2012 13:56:23 GMT -6
When Copper said she knew of a diner that was usually pretty empty, and pretty quiet, that had friendly waitresses, Dune couldn’t help but smile. “That sounds absolutely perfect. You know, living in District 1, we don’t have a whole lot of those. It’s all big and better. Honestly, it’s like living in the Capitol, except...less lavish. I hate it, to be absolutely honest. I’d much rather live in one of the outlying Districts. Not like, 12 or anything, but like 3 or fou--Like three.” Dune almost said he’d like to live in 4. This was true enough. He’d give up everything, including his guitar, to live in District 4.
He would love to live with Layke and his birth parents, not that he didn’t love the Sparks. Velvet and Sapphire Sparks had always been there for Dune, starting from the moment they took him in after finding him on the steps of the District 1 Justice Building. He had always loved them like real parents, and they had always loved him like a real son. Even Marvel, who had always been kind of the jealous type, loved Dune like a real brother.
One of Dune’s fondest memories of his adoptive family was after he and Marvel had been playing outside. Sapphire had called them in for dinner, and was distraught to find both her boys covered in mud. Velvet, having just come home from work, had laughed his hearty booming laugh, and told his wife that “Boys will be boys will be boys” She had laughed her little tinkling laugh, and told them to wash up.
That was before either of them began training. And then Marvel went into the Games. And then she killed him. Dune shook his head before he could start crying again. He shouldered the guitar case he’d previously been carrying by the handle, and slipped his shades back on. “So, Copper. Two questions. Where is this diner, and what would you recommend?”
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: Famous Last Words - MCR
Lyrics: Pop Goes The Camera - Adam Lambert
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Post by Copper Macintosh on May 18, 2012 3:01:54 GMT -6
How could anybody hate living in the Capitol? Or even District 1, for that matter. Even after the fall of the Capitol, District 1 and 2 still were far nicer than the others. Perhaps it was because of their location that the jewels and rock still came natural, so it still made up the majority of the area's income. Of course, she had never heard anyone tell her that they didn't like it. The children that had taken trips outside of District 3 always talked about how amazing it was to visit one of the nicer areas. Of course, when she thought about it for a moment, it made sense. He was surrounded by this every day of his life. It must have been nice to see something different for a change.
"The Diner is just three blocks down this street. It's on the left corner with the small wooden sign. It looks like it could use a few repairs, but it's still one of the favorite areas of this district. Maybe because it's been around so long. I don't think anybody would know what to do without it.”
Copper held her bag tightly to her as she walked down the road towards the street and glanced up at Dune. "I personally prefer the waffles they have. They use this strange berry, I have no idea what it is, exactly, they say it's specially grown, but they use it in their waffles. As a joke, they try to make the waffles look like a hard drive. You know what I mean?" Of course he knows what you mean. Even a district 12 would know what a hard drive was... right? Copper didn't even know why she was so flustered with herself at asking a stupid question like that. Hopefully he didn't take offense to it.
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Notes: So... muse is dead, but I think I've put it off for long enough. Sorry for the rambling, haha
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Post by Dune Wood on Jun 14, 2012 23:00:45 GMT -6
Based on Copper’s description, Dune thought he could make out the outline of the diner if he squinted really, really hard. And then she mentioned waffles and berries, which made his stomach rumble. Dune realised he hadn’t eaten since he had left District One that morning, and any sort of food, regardless of what it was or what it was made of sounded good. When she mentioned hard drives, she totally lost Dune. Dune liked to think he wasn’t stupid, in fact, he fancied himself somewhat smart, but compared to this girl before him, he was an absolute idiot. He realized he had absolutely no idea about anything that was District Three, or even District One, for that matter.
No, Dune specialized in a different sort of industry, one that wasn’t the luxuries of One, or the technology of Three, no. He specialized in Music, the industry of someone caught between Districts. He was one of the few people he knew of that could play a musical instrument, and the only one he knew that could play guitar. “Nope, Copper. I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, but it sounds delicious! Let’s go!” Dune said, with a giant grin on his face. Dune could tell that Copper was a bit flustered, but Dune himself had learned early on to just go with it.
As they walked down the street, Dune replaced his sunglasses over his mismatched eyes and pulled out his guitar. He strummed a few notes, hummed for a second, then began to sing.
“Silence in the air, tears in his eyes
Everyone he ever loved leaves and dies
He knows that he’s the next in line
My pain is his and his is mine.
She loved him with all her heart
Yet in the night she did depart
And the one before him now
His life he’ll sacrifice, that solemn vow.”
Dune knew it was crap. He was never very good at making songs up, and when he did attempt it, they always sounded really, really bad. Fortunately, they’d arrived at the diner, which meant that Dune had an excuse to put his guitar away and not humiliate himself like that in front of Copper again. Since Dune hadn’t a clue as to how to go about behaving in a small diner, he waited for Copper to take the lead. It should never be said that Dune wasn’t one to be humble when life called for it, and right now, life was definitely calling for it.
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Tags: Copper Macintosh
Music: Les Miserables Soundtrack
Lyrics: Pop Goes The Camera - Adam Lambert
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Jul 14, 2012 19:41:47 GMT -6
So he didn't know what it was. Copper didn't know if she should have been relieved, or angry with herself for talking about things he didn't understand. It often made her feel unintelligent when the same happened to her, but Dune seemed to push it aside so easily. It was actually quite admirable in her opinion. “That's probably a good idea,” she responded with a small smile. The diner seemed to be growing closer, and she could already smell the sweetness of the waffles and other foods they served.
When she looked back up at Dune, he was replacing his glasses. Her stomach gave a small turn, and she realized that she didn't like it when he was wearing them. His eyes were so... different from anybody else s. Just like her.
Of course, she didn't say anything when he covered them up, but when he pulled out his... guitar... she listened intently. Not only was the instrumental device amazing, but his voice was so... amazing. Copper didn't know any other words for it, but she was too mesmerized to think of them. There were people who could sing in district 3, of course. And even some who knew how to play musical instruments, but Dune was just... amazing...
Just as he finished, Copper blinked and looked down. "Did you write that yourself?" she asked as they reached the door. When she stepped in, the waitress gave her a friendly smile.
"I see you've brought, Miss Macintosh. You never have guests. And never adorable male ones, either," she said. Copper blushed and the waitress smiled at Dune. She waved them towards a table in the corner and placed the menus on opposite sides. "Or would you rather sit on the same side so you can hold hands?"
"Umm... no thank you Mini. I think across from each other is fine." Mini nodded and walked away. Copper turned back towards Dune and tugged on one of her loose curls. "Sorry about that. Mini just got out of high school and she's a little... well... viral, I suppose..." she said with a nervous laugh.
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Post by Dune Wood on Jul 17, 2012 21:39:43 GMT -6
Dune listened to the short exchange between Copper and the waitress, Mini, he thought her name was. After he and Copper were seated, he fixed her with a wide eyed “deer-in-the-headlights” stare. He knew that he should actually be looking at the menu placed in front of him, but something about that conversation had thrown Dune for a loop. He’d heard a lot before, being the son of the Mayor of District One, of all places, but still. The people in District Three never ceased to amaze him. The thing that had really freaked him out wasn’t even Copper’s tech talk. He had no idea what “viral” meant, just like he hadn’t the slightest idea what a hard drive was, but that was beyond the point.
Dune’s gaze never faltered. He never moved, never blinked. He was just astounded that anyone could actually say things like that, especially in a place like this diner, and in present company. He’d just....never heard of such a thing. He’d heard some really atrocious things in his life, because, well, he’d been to the Capitol, and they didn’t seem to have that thing in their face that prevented their mouth from speaking every thought their brain had, or any tact, for that matter. He’d seen more Capitol citizens metaphorically choke on their own foots than should be humanly possible.
And yet, here he was, appalled at what was probably really just small talk between two friends. His jaw began to slowly open, leaving his mouth hanging wide and free. He hoped he wouldn’t catch flies, but couldn’t find the strength or focus to close his mouth. He just couldn’t fathom the words that had been said right in front of him. Finally, he managed to fix his face, close his mouth, blink, all that fun stuff.
And then he fixed Copper with a steely gaze. “Copper,” Dune said slowly, choosing his words carefully, “you don’t think I’m adorable, do you? I mean, adorable’s for puppies. I am not a puppy. If anything, I’m rugged, handsome, stuff like that. But adorable? What am I, five?! Way to crush a guy’s ego, calling him adorable. You’d think I was a small child in a comical sailor’s outfit or something. Geez.”
He fully expected to be laughed at, but Dune was totally serious. He didn’t want to be adorable. That sounded just about as far from manly as you could get. Dune didn’t wanna be in the same category as a puppy. He wanted to be rugged, handsome, someone girls just threw themselves at! Really, anything but ADORABLE!
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Music: When I Grow Up - The Pussycat Dolls
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