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theirlithium2012-11-10 08:15 pm
apricity) wrote in theirlithium2012-11-10 08:15 pm
LETS GO TO THE MALL~ [Robin Sparkles Style]
[ It has been an interesting time in the perpetually dark city; a place that took quite a bit of adjustment on his part; the hot weather entirely unappealing, the odd sorts of creatures with their irritating attitudes, the strange monsters-- the only thing he was really used to was the constant darkness as it was not so different on Jotunheim. He was, also, used to the snap judgements made about his appearance-- here they often provoked arguments based upon the color of his skin, where as on Jotunheim they often chided him for his size. Stark may have been abrasive, but he had proven himself a good fighter in the face of things and while blunt about Loki's looks it was simply statements less than derogatory commentary which was good enough when Loki's attitude in general was taken into consideration.
Trekking through the mall was an interesting fair-- one in which he learned exactly what a mannequin was. Of course he had frozen a good dozen of them with ease; fighting wasn't out of his range of abilities despite his small stature for a "giant". It's once they're prowling through the mall and he's plucking up things he finds of interest from the many stores-- there had been a trinket store with many, many owls which did not appeal to him in the least. Of course, it's the metallic glitter of silver, gold and steel that catches his attention. He reaches through the broken glass case to pry a watch out, flipping it end over end. He does not know what the useless front to it is. Though he supposes it must have belonged to one or another at a time, a dwarf named Rolex apparently. He squints a bit before he begins to twist the band, snapping the face off of one side and beginning to twist it off of the other. ]
Midgard has a love for baubles.
Trekking through the mall was an interesting fair-- one in which he learned exactly what a mannequin was. Of course he had frozen a good dozen of them with ease; fighting wasn't out of his range of abilities despite his small stature for a "giant". It's once they're prowling through the mall and he's plucking up things he finds of interest from the many stores-- there had been a trinket store with many, many owls which did not appeal to him in the least. Of course, it's the metallic glitter of silver, gold and steel that catches his attention. He reaches through the broken glass case to pry a watch out, flipping it end over end. He does not know what the useless front to it is. Though he supposes it must have belonged to one or another at a time, a dwarf named Rolex apparently. He squints a bit before he begins to twist the band, snapping the face off of one side and beginning to twist it off of the other. ]
Midgard has a love for baubles.