Viktor Krum --> LOL JK TOBIAS FOR NOW (theviktor) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-12-01 16:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: thg: viktor krum, ch: thg: yuliya alekseev, p: ari, p: emily |
Who: Yuliya Alekseevthg & Viktor Krumthg
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Outside in the snow
What: The Bulgarian Invasion- Viktor attempts to explain the compound and why he is nearly a decade younger than he should be.
Rating/status: Low? Viktor is still a bb.
Viktor realized that in spite of his games, he still liked the snow. Maybe it was because they seemed so far away now, but Viktor didn't really associate the things that happened in the games with snow. Maybe if his life had gone on as it normally did and he'd had time that let everything really...sink in, he'd feel differently about it. On the other-hand, if he had gone back to District 9 like he should have, he would have just had to have gotten over it- the snow wasn't going to stop coming for him or anyone else. Besides, the climate of his games was probably constituted about fifty percent of the reason why he won in the first place (the other forty-nine percent went to Nadezhda, and the remaining one percent was sheer luck). So why should he be afraid of it, really? Besides all that, Viktor had far too many memories of the snow in District 9. Sure, it made things cold, but everyone there had been born in the cold. It normally wasn't too terrible, and they had so many snow-themed community activities that usually made it a more pleasant phenomena than not.
With the snow gear Captain Epsilon had provided them with, Viktor was impossibly warm outside in the snow. It seemed strange, really, to be so warm outside in the snow, but Viktor liked it. It made him enjoy it even more. Laying down in the snow with his hood on to keep his head from getting wet, Viktor attempted to keep his eyes open so that he could watch the snowflakes falling. His Papa always told him that every individual snowflake was unique, that there were no two that were alike. It seemed so impossible when there were so many, but it was nice to think that they were all different. Viktor couldn't be sure, really, if it was true or if it was just one of his Papa's stories, but it didn't matter too much to Viktor. He still liked the idea. As he laid on the ground though, he squinted up at the flakes in an attempt to make out their individual shapes so that maybe he would be able to see for himself how different they were.