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towerofanimus2011-07-25 02:25 am
lamentless) wrote in towerofanimus2011-07-25 02:25 am
Open sesame~
Characters: Roxas, his roomies, and anyone else who pokes their head in.
Setting: Room 1-16.
Format: Starting prose, matching you~
Summary: Hey, there's a new, occupied room on the floor- and it seems to be full of...yawning?
Warnings: Rox is the master of being oblivious. Also, Ven may potentially threadhop any comment thread on this entry, fair warningbecause Plus is all skurred to post her own entry trololololo.
It took him quite a moment to realize he was awake in the proper sense of the word, really. He sure didn't feel it, and frankly was between drowsy and stiff, a deep ache setting in his muscles. It only took a few moments to sort of remember why- he'd fallen off the tower, hadn't he...? Oh damn, oh geez- 'Am I alive...?' The boy opened his eyes sluggishly, taking in the sight of a stark white ceiling. Took a deep breath. Yep, alive. Then, when he felt like he could move...rolled on to his side and yawned, closing his eyes again. Obviously he was in the hospital. Not, that he'd been to the hospital before- but where else could he be? It wasn't like he could fall off a tower and not be hurt somehow. It was probably better to not get up and do too much.
"...figures." The word was pretty stark in the otherwise-quiet seeming room. He hadn't bothered to check his surroundings or wonder any further. It never seemed to occur to him that there could be anything else going on at all...
Setting: Room 1-16.
Format: Starting prose, matching you~
Summary: Hey, there's a new, occupied room on the floor- and it seems to be full of...yawning?
Warnings: Rox is the master of being oblivious. Also, Ven may potentially threadhop any comment thread on this entry, fair warning
It took him quite a moment to realize he was awake in the proper sense of the word, really. He sure didn't feel it, and frankly was between drowsy and stiff, a deep ache setting in his muscles. It only took a few moments to sort of remember why- he'd fallen off the tower, hadn't he...? Oh damn, oh geez- 'Am I alive...?' The boy opened his eyes sluggishly, taking in the sight of a stark white ceiling. Took a deep breath. Yep, alive. Then, when he felt like he could move...rolled on to his side and yawned, closing his eyes again. Obviously he was in the hospital. Not, that he'd been to the hospital before- but where else could he be? It wasn't like he could fall off a tower and not be hurt somehow. It was probably better to not get up and do too much.
"...figures." The word was pretty stark in the otherwise-quiet seeming room. He hadn't bothered to check his surroundings or wonder any further. It never seemed to occur to him that there could be anything else going on at all...
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[But then again, he's Ienzo, so moot point.]
...yes... it would.
[Wait 'til you meet the trolls, bro. They're eeeeverywhheeeeere.]
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[He's busy grinning in triumph that Roxas finally gave into the flawless logic.]
Don't worry, I don't think the people here are that bad. Every world has different rules and stuff than the last one, so it's only natural they'd seem weirder!