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[contempsi]

[Hi, everyone. Remember that kid with a bit of a chip on his shoulder? The one who came through all that bereavement and strife to face his fears and confront his Fate head on and (insert ten-minute-long speech about coming up against the world and taking on Hell himself and... you know, stuff)?

The one who takes no nonsense (well, most of the time) and might secretly strive just a little to be just like the crotchety soldier woman who was just days ago ordering someone off their lawn?

Yeah, well, now he's sitting in the middle of the Plaza on his butt, SOBBING LOUDLY like a hysterical five-year-old and not caring who sees.

What do, citizens. What do.]


(ooc: Can apply to any day during the event if you wish. :] And uh. What trait of his have I amped up? Just his typical melodramatic tendencies. Nothing major. :') Haaave fuuuun.)

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[Lightning's appearance might startle him out of crying, but it doesn't do anything to shift the overall mood that's come over him. A wrist's dragged over his eyes before Hope turns his face away with a heavy, heartfelt sigh and crosses his arms over his chest.]

What. [His tone is hard and sullen.]

—Nevermind. You wouldn't understand anyway. Nobody understands me.

[Cue soundtrack courtesy of Linkin Park?]

[thestormishere]

Oh, really.

[ The teen might consider himself lucky that Lightning's sense of humor tends to swing in a different direction than what would cause her to be actually amused by this; it's doubtful he'd take her laughing at him very well, huh? Instead she's left trying to conceal just how annoyed she is- not at him, but at whatever happens to be responsible. ]

How long have you been out here?