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towerofanimus2012-06-18 03:36 pm
donttouchthequbeley) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-18 03:36 pm
Entry tags:
Hunger pains
Characters: Puru Two and YOU
Setting: Floor 19
Format: Prose for starters, but I'll match you.
Summary: Puru Two reads while starving; not a good combo
Warnings: possible swearing, maybe a fight depending on how she is approached.
While everyone had been panicking and fighting, Puru Two had been taking some alone time for herself, again. Books were the only thing she could really delve into now, thinking there might be something to help recharge the funnels. The energy reserves were damn near depleted, maybe able to keep up for another day at best, which she doubted. There had to be something on this, somewhere. No one was helping her with this problem, and she had to do it on her own.
Many problems were present. One was the large stack of books she had, and the thickness they carried with each page. Even worse, the contents were mostly gone in some books, leaving methods and such gone, and her throwing the book off to the side in frustration. However, the main problem was the growling of her stomach, the lack of food finally getting to her. Soon enough, she sighs and slams her head into a book.
"....This place....hate it...."
Setting: Floor 19
Format: Prose for starters, but I'll match you.
Summary: Puru Two reads while starving; not a good combo
Warnings: possible swearing, maybe a fight depending on how she is approached.
While everyone had been panicking and fighting, Puru Two had been taking some alone time for herself, again. Books were the only thing she could really delve into now, thinking there might be something to help recharge the funnels. The energy reserves were damn near depleted, maybe able to keep up for another day at best, which she doubted. There had to be something on this, somewhere. No one was helping her with this problem, and she had to do it on her own.
Many problems were present. One was the large stack of books she had, and the thickness they carried with each page. Even worse, the contents were mostly gone in some books, leaving methods and such gone, and her throwing the book off to the side in frustration. However, the main problem was the growling of her stomach, the lack of food finally getting to her. Soon enough, she sighs and slams her head into a book.
"....This place....hate it...."
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"I'll be fine."
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She asked the question before even thinking. Still, while she was able to let some people near her, extremely few, but she couldn't help but be suspicious. And from what she sensed of Enoch, she was completely unsure of what to think; Glemy fooled her once, and she didn't want to repeat.
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"Nothing..." he said slowly, as if not sure why he even has to say that.
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Again, the word had come out without much prompt, save for the way Enoch stared at her. She shook her head, resting her free hand on her forehead.
"I'm just not used to this, alright?"
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In his time, communities survived by neighbors helping one another. Not to say it was idyllic by any means, or that there weren't bad neighbors, but in an environment like a desert, without the sort of technology people have to keep them comfortable...
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Eyes glanced down at the book on the table, and she sighed. That was not a memory she wanted to relive, but she couldn't help but think about it.
"I wasn't born naturally."
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