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towerofanimus2012-04-22 11:09 pm
traverses) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-22 11:09 pm
first wing
Characters: Leon, the gentlemen of room 3-08 (possibly), and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-08 and the caf.
Format: Either or.
Summary: "Oh no, where am I, woe is me"
Warnings: None.
Room 3-08
Leon liked waking up in his own room, wherever it happened to be at the time. It was a good feeling to know that nothing had happened during the night, or at least nothing that immediately affected his body. Unfortunately, he had never considered this feeling until today, which was the second day in his life when he didn't wake up in his own room. Immediately he rolled over and looked around. It was obvious that he wasn't in his clothes anymore; it was some kind of bodysuit, judging from the odd feeling on his skin. Something was choking around his neck, not hanging like the Griever was; a collar of some kind. There were three beds in the room besides his, and some of them were filled with strangers. Maybe they were sleeping; he really only skimmed over them, because of the more immediate presence of a letter sitting on the bedside table, with his name -- his real one -- printed on the front.
Leon reached over and opened it, reading the first letter inside; with any luck, they would provide an explanation as to why he's woken up in this circumstance; it's already put him in a bad mood. Apparently, it wasn't bad enough, because upon reading the words 'world' and 'destroyed'...
"What?!"
Cafeteria
After that little incident ended, Leon pulled on his clothes and decided to start exploring. It soon became apparent that this place was a tower, if the elevator he found was to be believed; it only stopped at a few floors, but the first one was also the first (presumably the ground floor), which was as good a place to start as anywhere else.
So now the Tower at large will be presented with one irritable, awfully strong man, sitting at one of the tables and ripping at a roll while he continues to look over the letters. (The fact that he even has them should tip off anyone else that he's a newcomer who neglected to eat his oatmeal.) He was onto the second one now; it mentioned that the first floor was the cafeteria, which was a little useless now that he'd already figured it out, but the other things -- rooming? Network? Jobs? -- were definitely new. This letter spoke as if life in this tower was going to last for a while... yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.
Setting: Room 3-08 and the caf.
Format: Either or.
Summary: "Oh no, where am I, woe is me"
Warnings: None.
Room 3-08
Leon liked waking up in his own room, wherever it happened to be at the time. It was a good feeling to know that nothing had happened during the night, or at least nothing that immediately affected his body. Unfortunately, he had never considered this feeling until today, which was the second day in his life when he didn't wake up in his own room. Immediately he rolled over and looked around. It was obvious that he wasn't in his clothes anymore; it was some kind of bodysuit, judging from the odd feeling on his skin. Something was choking around his neck, not hanging like the Griever was; a collar of some kind. There were three beds in the room besides his, and some of them were filled with strangers. Maybe they were sleeping; he really only skimmed over them, because of the more immediate presence of a letter sitting on the bedside table, with his name -- his real one -- printed on the front.
Leon reached over and opened it, reading the first letter inside; with any luck, they would provide an explanation as to why he's woken up in this circumstance; it's already put him in a bad mood. Apparently, it wasn't bad enough, because upon reading the words 'world' and 'destroyed'...
"What?!"
Cafeteria
After that little incident ended, Leon pulled on his clothes and decided to start exploring. It soon became apparent that this place was a tower, if the elevator he found was to be believed; it only stopped at a few floors, but the first one was also the first (presumably the ground floor), which was as good a place to start as anywhere else.
So now the Tower at large will be presented with one irritable, awfully strong man, sitting at one of the tables and ripping at a roll while he continues to look over the letters. (The fact that he even has them should tip off anyone else that he's a newcomer who neglected to eat his oatmeal.) He was onto the second one now; it mentioned that the first floor was the cafeteria, which was a little useless now that he'd already figured it out, but the other things -- rooming? Network? Jobs? -- were definitely new. This letter spoke as if life in this tower was going to last for a while... yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.
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"Leon!" he repeated again, his beak turning into an honest-to-goodness grin. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"
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A smile that Donald would cherish okay no. At that mention, Donald turned a little sadder than before, giving a sigh of frustration and pure annoyance."Yeah. I haven't seen Sora, Goofy, Micky or Pluto anywhere." Granted, due to Donald logic, he hadn't seen the Soras that were in this tower. However it was probably best he hadn't so far, they'd probably break his heart to see them like that.
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