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towerofanimus2014-01-06 09:19 pm
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Petal 001
Characters: Ib and everyone else
Setting: All over the tower.
Format: Prose to start, will switch to match.
Summary: Ib awakens at the tower with no clue what the heck's going on
Warnings: Cuteness? Nothing, will edit if something comes up.
"Your world has been ????. I saved you. Let's all be happy here."
Ib tilted her head at the words on the paper, one of which she didn't understand. She rubbed her collar some as she tried to figure it out. It was confusing, to wake up away from home, away from her mom and dad, with a collar on her neck, and the clothes and the letter... none of it made any sense. Speaking of clothes, Ib frowned, rubbing at the skintight white material. It was uncomfortable, and she didn't like it. Setting the letter aside, Ib stood, opening the trunk in the room. On one side was a teddy bear. On the other (to her relief) a set of normal clothes. And in the middle... a red rose.
Ib picked up the rose, finding it to be made of silk. This wasn't the gallery, but if she was here and she had a rose... Maybe Garry was here with a rose as well. She set it down for only a moment so she could change. Eerily enough, it was the outfit she had worn to the gallery: a long-sleeved white blouse with a deep red neck ribbon, a matching skirt, and black knee socks with red Mary Janes. She eagerly peeled off the white jumpsuit and put on her normal clothes. She tired to take off the collar, but no dice; she appeared to be stuck with it. Closing the trunk, Ib picked up the rose and walked out of her room, proceeding to wander the tower.
Maybe Garry was right around the corner...
Setting: All over the tower.
Format: Prose to start, will switch to match.
Summary: Ib awakens at the tower with no clue what the heck's going on
Warnings: Cuteness? Nothing, will edit if something comes up.
"Your world has been ????. I saved you. Let's all be happy here."
Ib tilted her head at the words on the paper, one of which she didn't understand. She rubbed her collar some as she tried to figure it out. It was confusing, to wake up away from home, away from her mom and dad, with a collar on her neck, and the clothes and the letter... none of it made any sense. Speaking of clothes, Ib frowned, rubbing at the skintight white material. It was uncomfortable, and she didn't like it. Setting the letter aside, Ib stood, opening the trunk in the room. On one side was a teddy bear. On the other (to her relief) a set of normal clothes. And in the middle... a red rose.
Ib picked up the rose, finding it to be made of silk. This wasn't the gallery, but if she was here and she had a rose... Maybe Garry was here with a rose as well. She set it down for only a moment so she could change. Eerily enough, it was the outfit she had worn to the gallery: a long-sleeved white blouse with a deep red neck ribbon, a matching skirt, and black knee socks with red Mary Janes. She eagerly peeled off the white jumpsuit and put on her normal clothes. She tired to take off the collar, but no dice; she appeared to be stuck with it. Closing the trunk, Ib picked up the rose and walked out of her room, proceeding to wander the tower.
Maybe Garry was right around the corner...
Dorm Floor 3, I apologize in advance for him
Oops! Sorry about that. I didn't see you there.
[She looked like she was in his target range for typical victims, great! You could never have too many kids in the tower to kill..]
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It's okay... Um, could you tell me where I am?
((OOC: Oh dear. We have reached the point in the conversation where I point you at my permissions post. |D))
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[Got it~]
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Horrortower...? Did my mom and dad bring me here?
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[Hardly anybody got people they knew, in the big scheme of things.]
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Then how did I get here?
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[Ib had heard about such a thing happening, but never to her. To be honest, that was a little scary.]
So you were kidnapped too?
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Should I be scared?
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[Least comforting person ever.]
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Being scared won't do any good.
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