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towerofanimus2012-05-19 11:56 pm
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-19 11:56 pm
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Characters: Reno/Sparky, open
Setting: Sunday the 20th
Format: Prose OR action
Summary: Trying blatantly to ignore the horror of seeing his planet totally lifeless, Reno tries to go about life as normal- as it can get in the Tower.
Warnings: Broken people
Cafeteria
After his wake up in the tower again after visiting the home world, Reno had been shaken but forced it back down. Shion hadn't been in sight and he had focused on that. This morning, however, he sat at a table wearing his black shirt and pants, hair unbound, staring off into the distance and trying to process everything he had seen since Jason had sent him back.
One of the questions he had running around in his mind was why had they brought him back. He almost would have rather stayed. Everyone he knew had died, everything he knew was gone, save for this Tower- and the Tower was hardly the place he wanted to call his new home. It shouldn't have been him. There were better people that they could have saved, though even that he was torn on. The Tower was just so awful.
Call it survivor's guilt, or call it trauma, or stress or anything. Tried as he might to push it away, it was coming back to bite him in the ass this morning.
Floor 25 - Meadow
Much later, he was feeling a bit better, if still raw around the edges. The enormity of actually being there still hadn't hit him, not fully anyway, and he knew when it did, there was a distinct possibility he might go crazy. In the mean time, a routine was good, and he felt better sticking to something that was at least somewhat familiar by now. Besides, people were relying on him.
He showed up at the meadow for his usual training session, wondering if anyone else would come out of habit or stopped when he had gone home. It didn't matter either way, he was warming up, needing to do something other than think for a while.
Floor 32 - Forage Island
It was about a lunch time, if someone took their lunch late, and he was wandering the island on what was now Floor 32. He wandered around for a while, since this was a place he didn't get much time to explore after it appeared.
It kind of reminded him of the forests around Gongaga. Just about the time he realized that, he spotted a small cluster of berries.
Foood? Maybe, and it would be something more interesting than nutrient bars, but knowing this place? It was probably poisoned or would turn his insides out. Still- there was an idea.
Contemplating the different things he found, he started gathering some and putting them in his pockets to sort out later. Maybe he could find someone who knew how to identify these things.
Setting: Sunday the 20th
Format: Prose OR action
Summary: Trying blatantly to ignore the horror of seeing his planet totally lifeless, Reno tries to go about life as normal- as it can get in the Tower.
Warnings: Broken people
Cafeteria
After his wake up in the tower again after visiting the home world, Reno had been shaken but forced it back down. Shion hadn't been in sight and he had focused on that. This morning, however, he sat at a table wearing his black shirt and pants, hair unbound, staring off into the distance and trying to process everything he had seen since Jason had sent him back.
One of the questions he had running around in his mind was why had they brought him back. He almost would have rather stayed. Everyone he knew had died, everything he knew was gone, save for this Tower- and the Tower was hardly the place he wanted to call his new home. It shouldn't have been him. There were better people that they could have saved, though even that he was torn on. The Tower was just so awful.
Call it survivor's guilt, or call it trauma, or stress or anything. Tried as he might to push it away, it was coming back to bite him in the ass this morning.
Floor 25 - Meadow
Much later, he was feeling a bit better, if still raw around the edges. The enormity of actually being there still hadn't hit him, not fully anyway, and he knew when it did, there was a distinct possibility he might go crazy. In the mean time, a routine was good, and he felt better sticking to something that was at least somewhat familiar by now. Besides, people were relying on him.
He showed up at the meadow for his usual training session, wondering if anyone else would come out of habit or stopped when he had gone home. It didn't matter either way, he was warming up, needing to do something other than think for a while.
Floor 32 - Forage Island
It was about a lunch time, if someone took their lunch late, and he was wandering the island on what was now Floor 32. He wandered around for a while, since this was a place he didn't get much time to explore after it appeared.
It kind of reminded him of the forests around Gongaga. Just about the time he realized that, he spotted a small cluster of berries.
Foood? Maybe, and it would be something more interesting than nutrient bars, but knowing this place? It was probably poisoned or would turn his insides out. Still- there was an idea.
Contemplating the different things he found, he started gathering some and putting them in his pockets to sort out later. Maybe he could find someone who knew how to identify these things.