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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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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[It's hard not to hear that. The first sob he hears is more than enough to send Hubert whipping around and in Hope's direction. He feels and looks alarmed, because why is a boy wailing so prominently in the middle of the square?]

Are you all right . . . !?

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

I... I am now! [Scrubbing blearily at his eyes, he snuffles loudly once before choking back another sob, attempting to speak more coherently.] No thanks to you... no thanks to anyone! I could have died, and no one would have cared!

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[What a change. Hubert stares in shock for a second as the words sink in, after which he rests a hand on his glasses, mostly out of discomfort at the sudden accusation.]

What . . . what makes you say that?