towerofanimus | Hanging onto the last of me.

Characters: Luke, Jonouchi [and anyone else from the 2-12 gang]. AND WHOEVER? Seriously, OTA, in all prompts.
Setting: Library of Floor Three in the AM; Room 2-12 around NOON; LEAVING Floor Seventeen/Bloody Handprints and Screams Room... around evening time
Format: I'm accommodating as you all should know by now.
Summary: ~~LUKE FAINTING LIKE A GIRL IN FIRST PROMPT.~~ Luke's been skipping his checkups, so he's forced into yet another. Jou and Luke have a nice chat. /o/
Warnings: Luke will faint. Randomly. In the very first prompt.

[LIBRARY]
It's that day again. The day they'll come to get him for skipping out on another check-up--the one thing he refuses to give into. WHY make it easier on them? It's one trait he's managed to cling to. Somehow, it's been engraved into his mind that, if he can hold onto not giving into that one thing... he can hold onto himself. Whether it's true, or not... Well, that's something he'll find out later.

Sitting in the library has become a norm for him. Even when he's not reading, he still sits there and enjoys a moment of peace. Something to collect his thoughts and attempt to come up with a plan--which he never does. He can't think of one thing to contribute, besides what Asch told him on the first day: "try not to die"

Sounds simple enough, but... Speaking of Asch, he wonders how ~~the grumpy jerk~~ he's doing since the... incident. Sigh. Likely a lot worse than Luke's doing...

[LUKE'S ROOM]
Waking with a start, he blinks. At first, the initial thought of 'will I be unable to move, this time?' manages to cross his mind. Of course, as usual, it's answered with him lifting his hand to his forehead--a dazed look on his face. Sighing, he slowly moves into an upright position. Again, he had passed out. Again, he had awoken in the same stupid bed... in the same stupid place. No surprises, only predictability. This place...

It's starting to get to him, a little. Sighing and scratching the back of his head, he lets out an annoyed sigh, eyes narrowing in frustration. There's got to be something he can do, besides the small retaliation that's likely nothing more than a minor setback in their week. Anything, would be good.

"Damn it..."

[FLOOR SEVENTEEN]
He had decided to take some time to explore, a little. Maybe he's just bored, but he soon finds himself on the Seventeenth Floor. The floor is empty. Blinking, he begins walking further in--then stops. What the hell had happened in here? Blinking, his eyes travel over the hand prints. Is that... blood? He steps closer to one, then freezes at the sudden screaming. His body goes rigid and he looks around. Is this floor haunted, or something?

"Wh-what the hell?!"

Green eyes search the room, but... nothing. Nobody.

With that, he makes a beeline for the door.

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[He's just passing by, but the sound of screams draws his attention and he dashes over - foolishly, really, as he has no way of dealing with a situation - to investigate.]

Are you all right in here?

[He blinks at the fact that someone is standing at the door as he comes out. Pausing after taking a few good steps from the door, he turns and gives the stranger a fairly nervous expression.]

Uh... well...

[He forces his expression to relax, before scratching the back of his head.]

Did you... happen to hear a woman scream, just now? [He is looking in the room, as though half-expecting to see said woman come running out of the room, any second.

That was definitely one of the top five creepiest moments in this tower, for him.]

... n... o, I didn't...

[He looks over Luke's shoulder, as though somehow that will grant him access into the room.]

Did something happen?

A-ah... Well, I went in there, and...

[It sounds unbelievable even before it's coming out.]

There were bloody hand prints, so... Well, I got closer to them to inspect. Next thing I knew there was a woman screaming. It sounded like she was right there... But I didn't see anyone.

[A slightly nervous laugh escapes.] I know it's just the Tower messing with me, but still...

[He listens intently, taking in what Luke says. There's no hint of disbelief... why would he not believe it?

It sounds fascinating, though...]

A phantom, perhaps...
[He glances at the door himself, curiously.]
It may bear investigation...

[He watches the stranger, then looks back into the room.]

... You think so? I mean... I guess it could be looked into, more.

[He actually is curious to know, but there's no way he'd do it alone.]

[He gestures toward the doorway.]

There's no harm in looking. We may discover something, or we may not. There's no way to know unless we go...

... though you are free to wait, if you are still unsettled.

[He shakes his head.]

It's fine, it just freaked me out a little, at first. I don't mind going with you.

All right, then onward! To terror, or to better understanding. Or perhaps both!

[And off he goes, walking with purpose back through the door and into the room. At first glance, it seems rather perfunctory... bright red handprints on the wall, and a silence thick and heavy...

then something screams right next to him and he jumps, looking around quickly as though he might be able to see what startled him.]

[Eyes widened as the scream happened directly next to the guy. Leaning away from the invisible source (which makes it look as though he's leaning away from the guy, actually), he immediately turns around.

... No... there's definitely nothing visible in this room, aside from the hand prints...

Nothing.

And that's actually really unnerving, even knowing that it's the tower's doing.]

U-uh... any... ideas?

[For a moment words escape as his heart feels like it's in his throat. It takes a moment for him to be able to speak, and a few breaths to attempt to still himself. All the while he's looking, to see if there's anything there...

but there's not. Just the redhead who accompanied him, and the bloody wall.

And silence once more.]

... now I understand why you left with such alacrity...

I would have said some sort of phantasm, but there's nothing here... though I was certain that whoever was right beside me... did you see anything?

[Luke shook his head at the question.]

Nothing. I saw... nothing. [He's frowning in disbelief, somewhat, before letting out a soft sigh.]

So I guess it really is just a trick by the tower...

[He's still for a moment or two to let his heart slow. There doesn't seem to be anything else... for the moment.]

It seems that way... but it's certainly effective! I wonder if it's timed, or if it's random?

[Luke hadn't thought about that. If it's timed, then that means that it's definitely not a ghost...]

That's a good question... [He scratches the side of his face a moment.]

Maybe we should try to find out! [Suddenly, he's not all that afraid now. Investigation mode is go.]

[He can't help but grin at Luke's sudden enthusiasm. He hasn't really had anyone interested his chosen sort of poking at things before.]

I wonder if it's based on how long one has entered, or perhaps proximity to the handprints... there's quite a few possibilities for triggers, here. What did you say you were doing when you heard the scream?

[He crosses his arms behind his head, tilting it to the side.]

Hm... maybe. I was looking more closely at the bloody handprints when I heard the scream the first time. I had moved closer, then... y...eah.

Ah... so was I. It seems the handprints are the drawing feature of the room... at least the blood grabs the attention of one's senses the fastest. Perhaps it has to do with proximity to the wall...

Hanging onto the last of me.

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