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towerofanimus2012-06-14 08:46 pm
lullabyforyou) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-14 08:46 pm
When things go bump in the night--
Characters: Neku and tower occupants!
Setting: Stairwell and the oh so lovely cafeteria
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match you!
Summary: Neku wakes up in a terrifying tower and is immediately pissed off to high hell.
Warnings: I have a feeling you guys will be bringing the warning's to me.
Stairwell:
[People die.]
[People die a lot. He's seen more of it this week than he ever thought he'd see in his entire life, but it's one thing to watch someone die, and entirely different to watch someone die because of you.]
[Understandably, he's notably upset. This isn't where he's supposed to be. No explaination. Some random, psychotic freak out and he's wandering the halls, jumpsuit discared already for much more familiar, comfortable clothing, a reassuring chink of pins in his pockets--]
[Before walking straight off the edge of the stairs and doing a series of amazing, mildly painful tumbles and summersaults. And hitting someone.]
[It's really not his day.]
Cafeteria:
[And from bad to worse, this offically Is Not His Day. Perhaps it's morbid fascination that has his shoving the oatmeal around in his bowl, nose wrinkling as it squealches unpleasantly, looking like something a cat ate-- and hacked right up again.]
Right. [Pitiable offering or not-- he wasn't eating that. No way in hell.]
[He'd rather have a lumbo pack of muffins than touch this crap.]
Setting: Stairwell and the oh so lovely cafeteria
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match you!
Summary: Neku wakes up in a terrifying tower and is immediately pissed off to high hell.
Warnings: I have a feeling you guys will be bringing the warning's to me.
Stairwell:
[People die.]
[People die a lot. He's seen more of it this week than he ever thought he'd see in his entire life, but it's one thing to watch someone die, and entirely different to watch someone die because of you.]
[Understandably, he's notably upset. This isn't where he's supposed to be. No explaination. Some random, psychotic freak out and he's wandering the halls, jumpsuit discared already for much more familiar, comfortable clothing, a reassuring chink of pins in his pockets--]
[Before walking straight off the edge of the stairs and doing a series of amazing, mildly painful tumbles and summersaults. And hitting someone.]
[It's really not his day.]
Cafeteria:
[And from bad to worse, this offically Is Not His Day. Perhaps it's morbid fascination that has his shoving the oatmeal around in his bowl, nose wrinkling as it squealches unpleasantly, looking like something a cat ate-- and hacked right up again.]
Right. [Pitiable offering or not-- he wasn't eating that. No way in hell.]
[He'd rather have a lumbo pack of muffins than touch this crap.]
no subject
Shi--dammit. [ 8|; ] Are you okay?
[He's been here like, half an hour. And already he's almost broken the oldest person here.]
[It's a Monday, isn't it. Definitely a Monday.]
no subject
he does get back to his feet fairly easily though]
No harm done, young man. Perhaps paying a bit more attention to where one's going may be advisable...
no subject
[Welp.]
[Squinting in the near pitch black at Xehanort, all Neku really has to do is squeeze a pin. Just a thought, and fire races down the edge of the stairwell, going down the ways and out of sight-- but catching a few piles of dust and hair as it goes; small, very dim torches on the ground. At least he'll be able to find his way downstairs, now.]
What's down that way?
no subject
he regards the merrily crackling flames curiously for a moment]
A variety of floors. Each one with their own mysteries and matters and potential dangers. It's quite a fascinating place if you're interested in that sort of thing.
[and a studied look]
Somehow I doubt that you are. In which case, this place will be entirely dull to you... until the next round of torture begins.