[Suddenly assigned a job and made to do work for just peeking in on a show? By accident even? Heck, Hiccup didn't even know how he got here. He was pulled aside, alongside his dragon and was told to cough up some sort of payment. Being on Berk, they often traded things, but he had nothing of monetary value.
It was all a rush. Hiccup was certainly in a blind rage, causing a scene outside as his dragon, Toothless, was taken away in a cage, his mouth muzzled to keep him from attacking. It all happened so fast, he can't even remember who or what knocked him out.
When he came to, he was welcomed with tools to work with, and was given the job to fix one of the clown cars. He sits outside the tent of their current location, sitting beside the miniature car. He sits beside it stubbornly, a few bumps and scratches over his face and hands. The chief of Berk certainly put up a good fight, but it still wasn't enough. His dragon was no where to be found. And the look in his eyes as he was taken away, etched in his mind's eye...
Hiccup closes his eyes tightly, throwing a wrench at the clown car with a cry of frustration. And childishly, he kicks his peg leg against the rubber wheel of the clown car, which shifts under the impact, falling even further off it's front axel.]
B: WILDCARD: Backstage
[While he may have been caught watching the show behind closed curtains, he manages to take in the sight of the performers from time to time, when he's got some downtime between odd jobs and repairing. It amazes him, seeing how athletic and skilled some of these people were. Not only that, but even the people backstage were pretty amazing.
He finds someone passing by and smiles shyly as he walks up to them, clearing his throat loudly to catch their attention. This place seemed so thankless in the first place so. Might as well spread some positivity, yeah? Hiccup, himself sure needed it, and maybe he could strike up a conversation or two among his fellow... 'carnies'.]
Hey! Just wanted to say, ah... [He purses his lips and points his fingers at them. Finger guns.] Good work!
C: WILDCARD
{{ooc: Up for anything you can throw at me, if neither of these tickle your fancy!}}
Hiccup | How to Train Your Dragon | Newbie
[Suddenly assigned a job and made to do work for just peeking in on a show? By accident even? Heck, Hiccup didn't even know how he got here. He was pulled aside, alongside his dragon and was told to cough up some sort of payment. Being on Berk, they often traded things, but he had nothing of monetary value.
It was all a rush. Hiccup was certainly in a blind rage, causing a scene outside as his dragon, Toothless, was taken away in a cage, his mouth muzzled to keep him from attacking. It all happened so fast, he can't even remember who or what knocked him out.
When he came to, he was welcomed with tools to work with, and was given the job to fix one of the clown cars. He sits outside the tent of their current location, sitting beside the miniature car. He sits beside it stubbornly, a few bumps and scratches over his face and hands. The chief of Berk certainly put up a good fight, but it still wasn't enough. His dragon was no where to be found. And the look in his eyes as he was taken away, etched in his mind's eye...
Hiccup closes his eyes tightly, throwing a wrench at the clown car with a cry of frustration. And childishly, he kicks his peg leg against the rubber wheel of the clown car, which shifts under the impact, falling even further off it's front axel.]
B: WILDCARD: Backstage
[While he may have been caught watching the show behind closed curtains, he manages to take in the sight of the performers from time to time, when he's got some downtime between odd jobs and repairing. It amazes him, seeing how athletic and skilled some of these people were. Not only that, but even the people backstage were pretty amazing.
He finds someone passing by and smiles shyly as he walks up to them, clearing his throat loudly to catch their attention. This place seemed so thankless in the first place so. Might as well spread some positivity, yeah? Hiccup, himself sure needed it, and maybe he could strike up a conversation or two among his fellow... 'carnies'.]
Hey! Just wanted to say, ah... [He purses his lips and points his fingers at them. Finger guns.] Good work!
C: WILDCARD
{{ooc: Up for anything you can throw at me, if neither of these tickle your fancy!}}