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towerofanimus2012-03-04 06:49 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 06:49 pm
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This is just all too much (open)
Characters: Shion and anyone
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose but will follow you
Summary: Shion is freaking out, it's been a couple of days since Hitori Kakurenbo and Shion is not doing well. He's mostly been hiding in his room, but he is hungry.
Warnings: Mentions of events of Hitori Kakurenbo and death. Also Shion on the point of a breakdown. And tl'dr.
Shion couldn't even think anymore, the fear had been building for months since he had been brought here. Ripped from his world, told it was destroyed. Killed by monsters, he had met a few people but it was risky. One of the trolls he had spoken to had killed him, a boy he met had proceeded to cut out his heart...
He had died again, during the massacre that the tower had called a game. His body withered, as if he had been stung by a parasite bee. As if his fight to survive had been for nothing. He had chosen to live, and here he didn't have a choice, but it was a life in which he was also forced to experience death.
Shion had been trying not to think about it, trying not to think about the strangeness, or the fact he should be dead three times over. The fact this place made absolutely no scientific sense.
Teddy bears didn't move, they definitely didn't murder you. People didn't come back from the dead, floors didn't appear in buildings over night. The world couldn't have ended.
He poked at his food, he should eat but he was too scared. Every movement made him jump, he wanted to go back to his room.
Well really... really he wanted to go home. He was supposed to be helping Nezumi save Safu, to bring down the wall between No. 6 and the West Town. Well, truthfully the latter was his aim alone, but here he could do none of it. Who knew what had happened to Safu, had Nezumi tried to enter the correctional facility alone?
Were they even alive? Was the note he had read months ago true? Had the world truly ended?
Something clattered behind him and he jumped dropping his bowl onto the floor where it smashed.
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose but will follow you
Summary: Shion is freaking out, it's been a couple of days since Hitori Kakurenbo and Shion is not doing well. He's mostly been hiding in his room, but he is hungry.
Warnings: Mentions of events of Hitori Kakurenbo and death. Also Shion on the point of a breakdown. And tl'dr.
Shion couldn't even think anymore, the fear had been building for months since he had been brought here. Ripped from his world, told it was destroyed. Killed by monsters, he had met a few people but it was risky. One of the trolls he had spoken to had killed him, a boy he met had proceeded to cut out his heart...
He had died again, during the massacre that the tower had called a game. His body withered, as if he had been stung by a parasite bee. As if his fight to survive had been for nothing. He had chosen to live, and here he didn't have a choice, but it was a life in which he was also forced to experience death.
Shion had been trying not to think about it, trying not to think about the strangeness, or the fact he should be dead three times over. The fact this place made absolutely no scientific sense.
Teddy bears didn't move, they definitely didn't murder you. People didn't come back from the dead, floors didn't appear in buildings over night. The world couldn't have ended.
He poked at his food, he should eat but he was too scared. Every movement made him jump, he wanted to go back to his room.
Well really... really he wanted to go home. He was supposed to be helping Nezumi save Safu, to bring down the wall between No. 6 and the West Town. Well, truthfully the latter was his aim alone, but here he could do none of it. Who knew what had happened to Safu, had Nezumi tried to enter the correctional facility alone?
Were they even alive? Was the note he had read months ago true? Had the world truly ended?
Something clattered behind him and he jumped dropping his bowl onto the floor where it smashed.
Sorry for the late tag - was waiting on some event stuff
She pauses, before walking around towards him, to the smashed bowl and food. "Do you need help?" She wouldn't be able to help much - one arm still in a sling - but she could some, at least.
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"It's fine," she replied, shifting her arm in the sling a little. "I just ran into some monsters a few days ago." But she's okay now. Really.
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"You went to the infirmary right?"
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Trust him he studied ecology when he was a small child...
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"Okay," she said finally, reaching up and working at the sling until she was able to slide her arm out more easily.
The problem wasn't her arm itself - rather her shoulder, which had gotten dislocated in the fighting. It was back in place now, but still a little swollen, and sore, not to mention it hurt a little to move around too much.
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"It should be okay in a week or so... did they give you anything to stop the pain?" Somehow he doubted it.
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She couldn't say she was fond of the quick, brusque treatment she'd been given by the Tower's staff, but still... it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Besides, before they'd fixed it, her shoulder had been excruciating - it'd hurt to even try to move.
"It's okay, though. It's a lot better now than it was."
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"I am sorry you are in pain."