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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]
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"No worries, kid."
Eddie realizes sometimes he might look a little intimidating, but if you don't play fucking awful music or murder his friends, he's generally pretty easy to get along with! Castor's gaze doesn't go unnoticed, however.
"You ever seen a guitar before?" He asks with a small smile. Okay, so sometimes he likes showing off how awesome he is just to get a reaction out of people. It's taken to be one of his favorite hobbies here.
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At the mention of the guitar, Castor's eyes wandered up to it again. "Well... I have, but nothing like that." It was pretty cool, honestly, though he wasn't sure what the purpose of such a large guitar could be.
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"It's a model Flying V. I've had it with me since I learned how to drive." He responds with a hint of pride in his voice. "Clementine and I have been through some crazy shit together."