邑輝 一貴 Muraki Kazutaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-06-12 10:36 pm
lamorteblanc) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-12 10:36 pm
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Characters: Muraki and anyone!
Setting: Starts at 4-20 then the cafeteria and ends in the morgue.
Format: Doing my little comment spam thing
Summary: Newcomer at the tower and boy, is this one shiny!
Warnings: Prosthetic eye replacement? Maybe?
Room 4-20
[ So he'd gotten up, lying there in a measure of stunned silence as he realizes he's undergoing sleep paralysis. But it's all over in a while and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair a moment. And then there's the pause. The collar makes him frown but even more is the sight of the letter. He pours over it with a measure of interest, a frown on his face as he reads through it once more. If he believes it, the look on his face isn't enough to discern a response.
When he does get himself up from bed though, a hand instinctively goes up to lightly run his fingers through his hair. The smallest look of irritation comes to his face however before he moves his hand to cover his right eye. You, dear intruder as it were, may note that there would be a glass on his nightstand which contains, rather curiously, a prosthetic eye. ]
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Cafeteria:
[ The oatmeal doesn't put him off. He's had a few bowls in his time. However, what does disturb him is the thought that there doesn't seem to be anything else offered. So he's pondering this while taking his time with the oats, eyes shifting around at the others in the area if any.
Has desperation driven anyone to ambush a newcomer for his oatmeal yet? ]
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Floor 26/Morgue
[ With the entire fiasco of the oatmeal over with (hopefully without people ambushing him), the doctor begins to wander the floors. Of course, his wanderings take him to the morgue which just pulls him in. His unhealthy obsession with death makes sure of this. Though he finds a distinctly heavy feeling in the air, nothing stops him from entering.
Truth be told, Kazutaka seems perfectly at home with the bodies. His assessment seems almost casual, almost calm as he checks the corpses. They pose more questions than answers, however. Were they here for show? To intimidate? Mere disposal? For now, he's just looking them over, noting any visible marks on the skin and making a note to come back with his scalpels later should curiosity strike.
However, there's one particular locker that seems to be unstable... and perhaps the latch on that door may be clicking just a bit more than usual should you want to come in and bother him. ]
Setting: Starts at 4-20 then the cafeteria and ends in the morgue.
Format: Doing my little comment spam thing
Summary: Newcomer at the tower and boy, is this one shiny!
Warnings: Prosthetic eye replacement? Maybe?
Room 4-20
[ So he'd gotten up, lying there in a measure of stunned silence as he realizes he's undergoing sleep paralysis. But it's all over in a while and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair a moment. And then there's the pause. The collar makes him frown but even more is the sight of the letter. He pours over it with a measure of interest, a frown on his face as he reads through it once more. If he believes it, the look on his face isn't enough to discern a response.
When he does get himself up from bed though, a hand instinctively goes up to lightly run his fingers through his hair. The smallest look of irritation comes to his face however before he moves his hand to cover his right eye. You, dear intruder as it were, may note that there would be a glass on his nightstand which contains, rather curiously, a prosthetic eye. ]
---
Cafeteria:
[ The oatmeal doesn't put him off. He's had a few bowls in his time. However, what does disturb him is the thought that there doesn't seem to be anything else offered. So he's pondering this while taking his time with the oats, eyes shifting around at the others in the area if any.
Has desperation driven anyone to ambush a newcomer for his oatmeal yet? ]
---
Floor 26/Morgue
[ With the entire fiasco of the oatmeal over with (hopefully without people ambushing him), the doctor begins to wander the floors. Of course, his wanderings take him to the morgue which just pulls him in. His unhealthy obsession with death makes sure of this. Though he finds a distinctly heavy feeling in the air, nothing stops him from entering.
Truth be told, Kazutaka seems perfectly at home with the bodies. His assessment seems almost casual, almost calm as he checks the corpses. They pose more questions than answers, however. Were they here for show? To intimidate? Mere disposal? For now, he's just looking them over, noting any visible marks on the skin and making a note to come back with his scalpels later should curiosity strike.
However, there's one particular locker that seems to be unstable... and perhaps the latch on that door may be clicking just a bit more than usual should you want to come in and bother him. ]
all the terrible terrible things.
How long has this been happening?
[ It's... slightly bothering him as if this is the only food he's going to get... and there isn't any more...
And really. It's just rude for a tower to kidnap them and not provide for their needs. Bear with him, Rin. It'll earn you a bit! ]
/covers eyes
Since I got here. I think this is normal... [which, by the way, is NOT COOL. He's got nowhere to go, really. Rin takes a seat opposite the White Haired Man and stares a hole into the wall in front of him.]
You got that dumb letter too, right?
..yes. Good in-law.
I wonder what they constitute saving us if they decide to take us from our worlds and here without even considering what we need.
[ But his eyes are on Rin, only glancing at the oatmeal. He'll make it last... ish. Good thing he eats like a bird. ]
However, I have to say I don't believe a word of it.
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Yeah. ...You don't look like a guy who'd need something. [Not like Rin's one to talk.]
I doubt if anyone does. I sure as hell don't believe a damn word of it.
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I mean basic commodities. Certainly they've provided us with shelter... but what about food? Any consideration for those we've left?
The entire thing seems completely unbelievable. Enough power to destroy the world. It goes against all realms of scientific possibility.
[ He'll be polite though and not eat in the other's presence at first. ]