[Figures that when Norton finally stops being a hermit and ventures out of his work to socialize, things have gone to shite. A curse, huh? Norton has little experience with such things, but at least he knows some human-style first aid, and can coach the novices on what they can do to help if they're dealing with a novice who hasn't fully transformed yet.]
Keep a cool head on you, so you can observe and not miss a thing. Tune out the screaming-- trust me, it's worse for me than it is for you. [That last comment was delivered rather sardonically, his smile crooked... Though it wasn't even a genuine smile anyway.] But if you're that concerned... Put something in their mouth, make sure it depresses the tongue and keeps the fangs away. There are worse awakenings than realising your tongue is gone, but it would still be unpleasant.
[Then he leans over the body of the cursed vampire, though keeps his hands to himself.]
What's their status again? Novice? Youngblood? [Guess who wasn't paying attention. Is he really a teacher here?]
anyway, winter games! (betting on players)
[Sod curses, apparently. Some of the Blue Court's inclinations are not his style, but at least they got this thing right. Perhaps playing in the snow is a bit too childish, and some of the games are just downright ludicrous (thrall-curling? really? stars above!) but at least someone's being entertained...
And, hey, if there's a competition, there's sure to be gambling, right? If not, then there should be.
Norton takes a spot beside a fellow spectator of the hockey game, to strike up a casual (for now) conversation.]
Eh, all of them look to be in good shape, but it's the nature of vampires, isn't it? Who're you rooting for, in any case? It doesn't need to be your own Court, really. [Bit funny, coming from a man with his own Court's colours.]
anyway, winter games! (snowball fights)
[What was that about playing in the snow being a little too childish?
Well, fuck that. Sometimes you just have the impulse. An unlucky someone might just get a snowball to the chest. Or the head. Or even the face, if Norton can get a good angle in.
And when caught? He gives that crooked little grin, complete with a hint of fang.]
What, afraid of a little snowball? [Norton crouches down to mold another one, keeping eye contact all the while.] Don't know how to dodge or block?
wildcard [bring your own prompt! feel free to send me a pm first if you'd like to plan it out before writing.]
norton campbell | identity v | blue court | youngblood | tdm
anyway, winter games! (betting on players)
anyway, winter games! (snowball fights)
wildcard
[bring your own prompt! feel free to send me a pm first if you'd like to plan it out before writing.]