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exsiliumlogs2012-11-04 08:13 pm
modestchivalry) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-11-04 08:13 pm
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Date & Time: Evening of November 4th
Location: General vicinity of the Hold
Characters: Castor Wallace & YOU!
Summary: To keep his mind off of being anxious about everything, Castor takes a walk around the Hold to get a general idea of what is where, etc.
Warnings: None! Should anything come up, I will update accordingly.
[certainly not this one. or rather, he's trying not to be. it's not so much of afraid of fighting rather than a terrible inexperience with fighting in general. when the most you've done is heed to every beck & call of the first class, you start to question your future as a soldier. the more Castor thinks of his pathetic career thus far, the more unsure of himself he feels.
a gloved hand rubs his face as his feet absently walk. at this point his mind & body are on two separate fields & there doesn't look to be any middle ground.
he doesn't think he looks anything but calm because he's used to putting on fronts & faces. even if a lot of the nobles rubbed him the wrong way, he knew nothing he could say or do would change their minds so he simply put on a smile & said yes a lot.
but now? it's hard to ignore the stress slowly building up within him, stirring up inside, making everything hard to deal with when he's so... scared.
there's a slow, sluggish pace to his walking as he roams aimlessly around the Hold. he was hoping that the short exploration would cheer him up but instead his mind is doing more wandering than he is]
Location: General vicinity of the Hold
Characters: Castor Wallace & YOU!
Summary: To keep his mind off of being anxious about everything, Castor takes a walk around the Hold to get a general idea of what is where, etc.
Warnings: None! Should anything come up, I will update accordingly.
[certainly not this one. or rather, he's trying not to be. it's not so much of afraid of fighting rather than a terrible inexperience with fighting in general. when the most you've done is heed to every beck & call of the first class, you start to question your future as a soldier. the more Castor thinks of his pathetic career thus far, the more unsure of himself he feels.
a gloved hand rubs his face as his feet absently walk. at this point his mind & body are on two separate fields & there doesn't look to be any middle ground.
he doesn't think he looks anything but calm because he's used to putting on fronts & faces. even if a lot of the nobles rubbed him the wrong way, he knew nothing he could say or do would change their minds so he simply put on a smile & said yes a lot.
but now? it's hard to ignore the stress slowly building up within him, stirring up inside, making everything hard to deal with when he's so... scared.
there's a slow, sluggish pace to his walking as he roams aimlessly around the Hold. he was hoping that the short exploration would cheer him up but instead his mind is doing more wandering than he is]