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towerofanimus2012-06-06 04:22 pm
tagjamming) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-06 04:22 pm
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Characters: Beat and YOU.
Setting: Room 4-10, the cafeteria, or... well, anywhere in between, if you want to stop the guy grinding on rollerblades down the spiral staircase.
Format: I started with prose, but you're welcome to either.
Summary: Beat wakes up in a powerless Tower, makes a fool of himself (as usual), and goes exploring.
Warnings: Probably language because lmao Beat.
The residents of Room 4-10 woke up to a bang.
Beat had realized quickly upon waking up that he was experiencing two things: one, an extremely comfortable sensation like he had been wrapped up, and also that he couldn’t move; so, predictably, he started telling himself to kick, thrash, anything that got him off of this bed. His body would not respond. …Of course, when it did, the force he had built up sent him hurtling right off the bed and onto the floor in a mess of limbs and covers.
Wait, covers?
The teenager disentangled himself and looked back at where he had been previously. That explained the constriction. It was a bed – he had woken up in an actual bed. That hadn’t happened in… well, years, really. That was his first clue that he was not where he was supposed to be. The second and third were the blank walls and the other three beds, filled with strangers. The fourth was the white bodysuit he was wearing. Fighting down unwelcome reminders of the Noise Tanks, Beat put on his ordinary clothes and then turned his attention on the letters next to his bed.
He stuffed them both in his pocket, put on his skates, and set off without a word.
—
As soon as he left the dormitories, it seemed, the lights went off.
Beat’s first stop was the cafeteria, dark; the elevator on the dormitory floor didn’t work. It seemed that there was a spiral staircase running all the way down the tower’s spine, so of course, Beat grinded along it. With virtually no light whatsoever. A very… interesting experience, to be sure, but by the looks of things it was the only way down – and like hell was he going to walk all that way.
“Hello?” he shouted, voice echoing along what had to be a giant room. He had reached what had to be the end of the staircase, basically guessing where the floor was. His skates made a soft clicking noise as he moved along, relying on his other senses to tell him more about the room – which wasn’t much. “Anyone home?”
Jesus. This place was giving him the creeps. So much for getting a better look at those letters…
Setting: Room 4-10, the cafeteria, or... well, anywhere in between, if you want to stop the guy grinding on rollerblades down the spiral staircase.
Format: I started with prose, but you're welcome to either.
Summary: Beat wakes up in a powerless Tower, makes a fool of himself (as usual), and goes exploring.
Warnings: Probably language because lmao Beat.
The residents of Room 4-10 woke up to a bang.
Beat had realized quickly upon waking up that he was experiencing two things: one, an extremely comfortable sensation like he had been wrapped up, and also that he couldn’t move; so, predictably, he started telling himself to kick, thrash, anything that got him off of this bed. His body would not respond. …Of course, when it did, the force he had built up sent him hurtling right off the bed and onto the floor in a mess of limbs and covers.
Wait, covers?
The teenager disentangled himself and looked back at where he had been previously. That explained the constriction. It was a bed – he had woken up in an actual bed. That hadn’t happened in… well, years, really. That was his first clue that he was not where he was supposed to be. The second and third were the blank walls and the other three beds, filled with strangers. The fourth was the white bodysuit he was wearing. Fighting down unwelcome reminders of the Noise Tanks, Beat put on his ordinary clothes and then turned his attention on the letters next to his bed.
He stuffed them both in his pocket, put on his skates, and set off without a word.
—
As soon as he left the dormitories, it seemed, the lights went off.
Beat’s first stop was the cafeteria, dark; the elevator on the dormitory floor didn’t work. It seemed that there was a spiral staircase running all the way down the tower’s spine, so of course, Beat grinded along it. With virtually no light whatsoever. A very… interesting experience, to be sure, but by the looks of things it was the only way down – and like hell was he going to walk all that way.
“Hello?” he shouted, voice echoing along what had to be a giant room. He had reached what had to be the end of the staircase, basically guessing where the floor was. His skates made a soft clicking noise as he moved along, relying on his other senses to tell him more about the room – which wasn’t much. “Anyone home?”
Jesus. This place was giving him the creeps. So much for getting a better look at those letters…
[4-10]
[All that commotion over in your corner of the room seems to have startled one of your roommates, Beat. And he's a newcomer as well, it seems.
Strange beds. People in white bodysuits. Is this supposed to be some kind of hospital or something? Last time he checked, Dojima was the one who had just checked into one. Not him.]
What the hell's going... [His attention shifts to the departing teenager, and he attempts to flag him down before he leaves.] Hey! Hey, wait a minute. What's going on here?!
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[...But the guy who called him over didn't exactly look like a problem -- a cop-shaped problem, at least. And he's woken up in the same position that Beat had, it looks like. So Adachi gains the dubious honor of this little troublemaker giving him the time of day.]
Do I look like I know what's going on here?
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[Kids. They never know anything.
Sighing, Adachi pushes himself up into a sitting position, turning and allowing his legs to dangle over the side of his bed.]
What is this place...?
[His eyes are drawn to the two letters resting atop his nightstand, though he still has yet to notice the yellow collar latched around his neck. He reaches for the first envelope and tears it open, giving that first letter a read...]
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[...Just not things about magical death towers.]
[Noticing the other guy grab for the letters, Beat fishes his own set out of his pockets. And yes, looking around, the two other guys had identical copies sitting on their stands. Were they supposed to piece the letters together or something? What is this, a video game?]
[But as it turned out, only one of the letters had a puzzling, intentionally vague message. The other was actually quite informative, but even then, he gave it barely a skim.] The hell is this, housing instructions? Why are they telling us what to do?
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Adachi puzzles over this bizarre letter again and again. The message is simple enough, yet it raises so many questions.]
Is this some kinda joke?
[A look at the next letter, at the primer about the Tower they now find themselves in, gives Adachi less room to believe that this isn't for real. It's too intricate for some stupid prank, too detailed. This place, wherever it is, is vast. Lots of different floors, different spaces. Likely he and his brand new roommates aren't the only ones that've been dragged here. Who else has been brought here? And was the world truly destroyed?
If it was, then good. He couldn't stand that meaningless existence. Clearly whatever forces have dragged him here must have better plans in store for him, too.]
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[He stares at the letter for a little while longer, actually reading this time. Adachi thought it sounded too complex to be a forgery, but... well, clearly he hadn't seen what Beat had. Some of these people get really into putting up illusions for their captives. It was probably another stupid scheme by a rival gang, trying to take the GG's best player out of commission.]
[Yes, that was it. Obviously.]
[Maybe a reasonable person in his position would be concerned about the abilities of whichever gang had abducted him and stuck him in here. There was no mention of being held captive or anything in the letter, that would be far too easy. ...But what about the other guy? Beat raised an eyebrow at the sight of him; he didn't look anything like a rudie. Probably a businessman or something along those lines. But then, what place would he have in Tokyo-to's overly complicated gang wars? ]
[Shrugging, he returned the envelope to its honorary position in his pocket and looked at Adachi proper.] ...Well, we're not gonna find anything slouchin' around here. Let's go.
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R-right.
[---before putting away his letters. But, oh hey! There's a trunk at the foot of his bed, too. That might be a much better place for him to keep his stuff than his nightstand. He rises out of bed and moves towards it.]
What's your name, kid?
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[Does he look like a child to you? Yes? Shut up.]
[Beat folds his arms, tapping his finger impatiently for Adachi to hurry up with his things so they can get down to business. Eventually he just gives up and moves over, to peer over his shoulder into the small trunk. Adachi may notice that he's presently on rollerskates, even though they're clearly inside a building...?]
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Just call me Adachi.
[Well, at least this Tower place was somewhat generous when it came to surprise abductions.
Beat may notice, before Adachi tears into his trunk, the presence of a shiny police badge resting atop folded clothes. After rifling through the trunk's contents for a moment, Adachi eventually comes across his pistol. He reaches for it, but before he can take it in hand, he spares a glance at Beat. More specifically, at his skates.]
You really think you're gonna need those in here?
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not that Beat was really one to talk with his stupid tag alias. But rest assured that he did spy that little trinket on top of the pile of clothes.][To Adachi, the badge looked shiny and new; to Beat, however, it was severely outdated. He knew what it was, an old police badge, but those hadn't been used in... years. Not in his lifetime, anyway. (Plus it didn't seem to have any rhinos on it, which was good.) The mere presence of it puts him internally on edge, but his face has already morphed into one of its typical smirks, and that doesn't move it an inch. ...And neither does the pistol, either, though it comes close.]
[He looks from the badge, to the weapon, to Adachi, and back to the badge, before deciding that he might as well jump the gun.]
Hey, does the name 'Gouji Rokkaku' mean anything to you?
[Beat's pretty sure he knows the answer, since he clearly saw the skates and isn't screaming his head off, but you gotta make sure with the cops.]
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[Adachi blinks in surprise. What a random, odd name to be asked about. He shakes his head.]
No. Not at all. Why?
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