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towerofanimus2012-03-04 05:08 pm
thegirltwin) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 05:08 pm
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Backdated to the morning after Hitori Kakurenbo.
Characters: Nina Fortner and you.
Setting: Room 01-15 for the first part, and any random hallway en route to the cafeteria for the second.
Format Starting out in prose but I'll match all respondents.
Summary: Nina, the day after her resurrection, tries to process everything that's happened.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of gore and Hitori Kakurenbo.
Part I
"No -- !" was Nina's outburst upon waking up. "No, don't -- !" And then she remembered. It had already been done. She couldn't stop it.
She had died. It seemed unfathomable, even though Nina had heard of such things happening in the Tower before. But never to her. What had felt like a fairy story or a bad dream related by a friend was now very much real. Nina had died but she was living again now, the fresh memory seared into her consciousness, making her want to quiver all over. She was grateful to be alive again, and yet -- and yet it felt so intensely and powerfully wrong. The dead weren't supposed to return to life. Death was the end, the one thing from which nobody returned. Wasn't it?
Not anymore. She wondered vaguely first if she had even really died. If it was the entire game was a rich nightmare generated by the Tower, or if, perhaps, the bodies they were in were not real bodies at all. Then she wondered if maybe she had ever even been alive, if this wasn't some kind of hellish afterlife.
The sleep paralysis lingered much longer than the first time Nina arrived, and her immediate terrifying, irrational thought was, somehow, that she might never move again. Soon, though, it dissipated and Nina's body bent to her will. With a tiny groaning noise, she rolled over.
The sight of the bear lying beside her on the bed was enough to make her eyes widen and her body tense up, a loud gasp escaping her. For a moment, Nina could feel all the memories rushing back. It was like she was being gutted all over again, the pain as familiar now as it was when it happened.
There was something attached to the bear, though. More instructions? Another game? No! One quivering hand reached out and took the note.
Game over! it read. Some of you won, some of you lost, but I hope it was interesting. Because you were all so entertaining, I've made it so none of you are infected anymore. You're welcome!
It was easy for Nina to force herself to feel some relief at that bit of good news she wasn't expected, and the realization that the games were finally over. For now, anyway. There seemed to be no telling what the Tower would do next. Nina stared at the bear for a while. She wasn't sure how long before she grabbed it, flung it violently away, and rolled over onto her stomach. She buried her face in her pillow. "I died," she whispered breathlessly to herself, still shocked. "I really died!"
Then she began to quietly sob.
Part II
Nina didn't want anyone else to burden anyone else with her problems right now. It felt deeply wrong, to foist it off anybody else when many of them were suffering themselves and the Tower was already home to enough misery, and all part of her wanted to do was hole up somewhere and hide anyway.
But she couldn't stay in her dorm room forever. She needed to eat, and part of her didn't want to stay cooped up with that creepy bear anymore anyway. She'd just have to take everything on step at a time, one thing at a time. After everything she'd suffered before coming here, she wouldn't let the Tower be the thing to destroy her either.
Although Nina had been careful to make sure there was no evidence she had been crying before leaving, it was probably still obvious how drained and shocked she was by the way she moved, the tiredness and perpetually hovering behind her eyes. If that wasn't enough, she nearly ran into someone in the hallway, although she was fleet-footed enough to avoid a collision at the last moment.
She still stopped, though, turning to check on the person she'd nearly run into. "Ah, I'm sorry," Nina apologized. "Are you okay?"
Setting: Room 01-15 for the first part, and any random hallway en route to the cafeteria for the second.
Format Starting out in prose but I'll match all respondents.
Summary: Nina, the day after her resurrection, tries to process everything that's happened.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of gore and Hitori Kakurenbo.
Part I
"No -- !" was Nina's outburst upon waking up. "No, don't -- !" And then she remembered. It had already been done. She couldn't stop it.
She had died. It seemed unfathomable, even though Nina had heard of such things happening in the Tower before. But never to her. What had felt like a fairy story or a bad dream related by a friend was now very much real. Nina had died but she was living again now, the fresh memory seared into her consciousness, making her want to quiver all over. She was grateful to be alive again, and yet -- and yet it felt so intensely and powerfully wrong. The dead weren't supposed to return to life. Death was the end, the one thing from which nobody returned. Wasn't it?
Not anymore. She wondered vaguely first if she had even really died. If it was the entire game was a rich nightmare generated by the Tower, or if, perhaps, the bodies they were in were not real bodies at all. Then she wondered if maybe she had ever even been alive, if this wasn't some kind of hellish afterlife.
The sleep paralysis lingered much longer than the first time Nina arrived, and her immediate terrifying, irrational thought was, somehow, that she might never move again. Soon, though, it dissipated and Nina's body bent to her will. With a tiny groaning noise, she rolled over.
The sight of the bear lying beside her on the bed was enough to make her eyes widen and her body tense up, a loud gasp escaping her. For a moment, Nina could feel all the memories rushing back. It was like she was being gutted all over again, the pain as familiar now as it was when it happened.
There was something attached to the bear, though. More instructions? Another game? No! One quivering hand reached out and took the note.
Game over! it read. Some of you won, some of you lost, but I hope it was interesting. Because you were all so entertaining, I've made it so none of you are infected anymore. You're welcome!
It was easy for Nina to force herself to feel some relief at that bit of good news she wasn't expected, and the realization that the games were finally over. For now, anyway. There seemed to be no telling what the Tower would do next. Nina stared at the bear for a while. She wasn't sure how long before she grabbed it, flung it violently away, and rolled over onto her stomach. She buried her face in her pillow. "I died," she whispered breathlessly to herself, still shocked. "I really died!"
Then she began to quietly sob.
Part II
Nina didn't want anyone else to burden anyone else with her problems right now. It felt deeply wrong, to foist it off anybody else when many of them were suffering themselves and the Tower was already home to enough misery, and all part of her wanted to do was hole up somewhere and hide anyway.
But she couldn't stay in her dorm room forever. She needed to eat, and part of her didn't want to stay cooped up with that creepy bear anymore anyway. She'd just have to take everything on step at a time, one thing at a time. After everything she'd suffered before coming here, she wouldn't let the Tower be the thing to destroy her either.
Although Nina had been careful to make sure there was no evidence she had been crying before leaving, it was probably still obvious how drained and shocked she was by the way she moved, the tiredness and perpetually hovering behind her eyes. If that wasn't enough, she nearly ran into someone in the hallway, although she was fleet-footed enough to avoid a collision at the last moment.
She still stopped, though, turning to check on the person she'd nearly run into. "Ah, I'm sorry," Nina apologized. "Are you okay?"
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Definitely avoiding Minato. Trying not to think about what had happened or what he had done but dwelling on it anyways. His clothes were a mess from the hours of hiding, he hadn't slept since they had been taken to play.
He hadn't died either, he stumbled as he almost walked into someone and looked up. "No harm done..." He realised who it was, "Nina..."
The last time he had spoken to her she had been dying...
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His was one of the last voice she heard before she lost consciousness completely, slipping into the icy grip of death. Nina felt a chill run down her spine and swallowed hard. "I... Hello."
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Too many, and for nothing. "I'm sorry..."
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She sighed. "I don't suppose you could tell me something."
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