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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.]
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I'm not going to starve. [He ate like, a whole burger yesterday. Shibuyan's and their awesome appetite.]
[Besides, even if he didn't eat (and he did go about three days there before learning about food in the tutorial), could he even starve?]
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You are when that's the only food around here. Quit being a brat, some of us'd kill to get that shit!
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[Oh yeah, he's really not hungry anymore.]
Alright, look. Find a bowl and we'll go halves.
[He's going to put so much corn under his pillow tonight, you better deliver dude.]
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[Now he better hope he doesn't need to eat all the oatmeal before he can eat something else, because Mondo is definitely taking him up on this offer. He doesn't usually extort oatmeal, really!]
Bowl's're in the kitchen.