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A k i t o [明人相馬] S o h m a ([personal profile] akito_sohma) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-05-28 07:43 pm
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☯ The First Spirit ☯

Characters: Akito & open. Bring on the possibilities.
Setting: Floor Four.
Format: I will match any/all commenters, but I'll start in third person paragraph form.
Summary: Her new beginning isn't going as expected.
Warnings: Cursing and temper-tantrums might be an issue, but she'll be pretty sedate and depressed.

Her world had become unbalanced. Again. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find any sign of home or her family. Wasn't her nightmare supposed to be...over?

Of course she had read the ridiculous message, but she refused to believe that her world had been destroyed. How the hell did that even happen?

"Liars." she hissed, reaching down to tug off her sandals. All of the - perhaps meaningless - walking was starting to hurt her feet. Maybe the next floor would possess a chair - or some sort of perch. She wasn't going to be too picky at this point.

Shoving open the door, Akito suppressed a yelp when she entered a room with...glass walls. Well, at least she could see a good portion of the tower from here and...

Chairs.

Crossing the room, she loosened her robe and threw herself onto one of the many cushions. Closing her eyes, she frowned and tried to come to some logical conclusion. It was clear she had been kidnapped, but for what purpose? Surely not her own good. If Earth had been destroyed then...

I would have wanted to die with them. This isn't a gift.

It was another curse.

Burying her face in her hands, she felt an all too familiar headache forming behind her eyes.

"Damnit." she gritted her teeth, "Shigure..."

She would be damned if she cried.

But wasn't she damned already?
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s'cuse me while i just gush over a furuba character being in the tower

[personal profile] syncingdoll 2012-05-29 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It was somewhat of her fate to stare out windows, wasn't it? Kohaku didn't exactly enjoy the view, but she didn't particularly abhor it - scanning the clouds for any impression of meaning was simply something that wasted time. A lot of things she did here was simply to waste time.

The sound of someone flopping down on the cushions draws her out of it, slipping back into an awareness a little bit above 'dully looking out a window.' She catches a muttered swear, and.. hm, is that a name?

Kohaku turns from the glass to cast a curious look at Akito. "Having a poor day?'