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towerofanimus2012-07-20 08:32 am
sleepchained) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-20 08:32 am
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Characters: Monday and anybody
Setting: Floor 28 (morning), Floor 22 (afternoon)
Format: i will match you! s'all good
Summary: Monday wanders around and reminisces about his home and is generally being melancholy.
Warnings: monday being depressing sometimes i guess
Morning: Floor 28
[ Normally, the floor is relatively quiet. The instruments play by themselves sometimes, but it's no issue.
However, today, floor 28 is filled with music, generated by the grand organ and the person playing it.
He's a little rusty. But quite good, and engrossed in his playing. The piece seems to be strongly reminiscent of religious hymns, and may almost sound familiar at some points - but not quite. It's always, at best, slightly off. ]
Afternoon: Floor 22
[ He's wandering the art gallery, reflecting quietly on the pieces within.
He turns into a side hall, and finds himself facing pictures painted in a stained-glass style.
There are six of them, heavily stylised. But they hold a potent sort of recollection for him, even so.
One is missing, however. A frame leans in the corner, the canvas within rent into tatters. He doesn't bother to turn it over.
He just sighs, stepping back to look at all of them. It's been a very long time since he's seen those faces depicted in this way. ]
Setting: Floor 28 (morning), Floor 22 (afternoon)
Format: i will match you! s'all good
Summary: Monday wanders around and reminisces about his home and is generally being melancholy.
Warnings: monday being depressing sometimes i guess
Morning: Floor 28
[ Normally, the floor is relatively quiet. The instruments play by themselves sometimes, but it's no issue.
However, today, floor 28 is filled with music, generated by the grand organ and the person playing it.
He's a little rusty. But quite good, and engrossed in his playing. The piece seems to be strongly reminiscent of religious hymns, and may almost sound familiar at some points - but not quite. It's always, at best, slightly off. ]
Afternoon: Floor 22
[ He's wandering the art gallery, reflecting quietly on the pieces within.
He turns into a side hall, and finds himself facing pictures painted in a stained-glass style.
There are six of them, heavily stylised. But they hold a potent sort of recollection for him, even so.
One is missing, however. A frame leans in the corner, the canvas within rent into tatters. He doesn't bother to turn it over.
He just sighs, stepping back to look at all of them. It's been a very long time since he's seen those faces depicted in this way. ]
Afternoon: Floor 22
Man, some of those animals sure looked real.
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Still, he's curious. It's something that resonates with him. All that lost time, kept in a form that can be seen and touched; the preservation of a life ended.
He walks back to the hall with the stuffed and mounted wildlife, looking at the silent display. After a moment, he lightly touches the moose's antlers, tracing the curve.
There are flashes of sound, brief impressions of memory; birdsong and fresh air. He takes his hand off, and looks around at the other animals.
My, they do look real.
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...her nose itches.
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Perhaps he's just being paranoid. He does stop and look at the wolf for a long moment, though, patting it carefully on the head. He's always liked animals. Perhaps that's why he doesn't enjoy stuffed and mounted ones.
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Ahh, sweet relief.
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"Oh, hello. Where did you come from?"
He might seem odd, to Amaterasu; there is the noise of a quiet, constant ticking where a heartbeat would normally be, words and numbers in scripts of languages both living and dead shining occasionally under his skin. The facade is nowhere near perfect, for those who have the power to see through it.
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She yawned widely as he petted her, then bumped against his leg. What was he doing around this creepy art gallery, anyway?
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It's not like he can understand her if she doesn't actively communicate with him, and he's kind of distracted because of the whole 'oh gosh an animal i like animals' thing.
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