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towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
pitiedthefool) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-02 12:47 am
005 | ❝Come back for the hope that you've stolen...❞
Characters: Yu and you it will never get old
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the doorunless you're his roommate). For close CR, there's an animal other than a crane for them of their choosing. He was in a giving mood. :c
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
Setting: Starting in the morning of the return from Infighting on the dorm's second floor, wandering later on
Format: Your choice
Summary: Birthdays were had in Hell, so he decided to celebrate by flooding the dorms with origami cranes and do several other things.
Warnings: I sense a few New World Fools...
Yu wasn't one to say when he was hurting, nor was he the kind of person to simply ignore when others were either. It was hell, the last month... and according to the notes he'd received from Naoya and Zo the main portion of the tower hadn't fared well, either. So for remainder of the first day, all he did was continue making paper cranes in his shared dorm room. If anyone asked, he probably was too absorbed in how calming it was to respond much...
Floor One
After dropping off the little paper figurines at the doors of the other Persona users and his friends, Yu found himself wandering down to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten much of anything for the last month and barely stomached whatever Ken and the others had brought him from the table, so finding all of these ingredients in the cafeteria?
It was like he was finally back in his element after what felt like an eternity.
The teen soon lost himself in the scents and mundane actions that come from cooking, probably making extra on purpose for anyone who wanted to try something that wasn't guaranteed to poison them. After all, he does know his way with a knife and a stove... even if it was a pain figuring out Fahrenheit-to-Celcius every now and then.
Floor Five
Yu tried to avoid this floor as much as he possibly could for reasons only a select few fully understood. He always ignored the red-collar workers as they went about their jobs, doing what they always did. Yet the sensation he had when coming here...
For once, he could recognize it. That emptiness and the suffocating feeling as though death were clawing up his legs again, trying to drag him down into the pits of hell. The crushing void within his heart to the point where he could almost hear their screams as death claimed them all over and over again.
He almost fell to his knees once or twice, taking hold of something before he could. A rail, someone's arm... he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted out of here before the despair that nearly claimed the spark of hope that still resided in his heart returned once more.
Floor Fourteen
Over the several months Yu'd been here, the media room had become a place of solace where he would meet with his friends and bond. Whether it was over music or video games didn't matter. He just enjoyed the time he spent with them.
This time, however, he was looking for someone in particular... someone he couldn't find at the "wrap-up party" last weekend. After a while of waiting, he sat down and began playing a little game again. Maybe they just decided not to come today...
Floor Twenty-Two
For some reason this week, Yu had begun to frequent the art gallery much more often than he normally did. After all, it seemed to be a place where a certain goddess kept finding him... and all it did sometimes was show him his fears. Oddly enough when he looked at the paintings now, it wasn't mostly his own world he was looking at...
It was of a surgeon cutting open a patient who remained awake, abominations and many grotesque creatures oozing out of the person's abdomen. Yet he didn't flinch, didn't so much as make any acknowledgement of what it was he saw. All he did was keep walking and enjoying the silence all the while hoping someone would soon break it.
Night, Your Floor of Choice
Cooking wasn't the only thing that was cathartic for the teen. No, there had also been a reason he had tried making a weapon for himself only to find a new friend giving him one instead. It had been a month, and his skills were a little rough around the edges, but he'd decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay out until around midnight and fight once the monsters came out.
If you're lucky, someone might even hear a single word being muttered before the sensation of electricity remaining stagnant in the air became more poignant: "Persona."
[ooc note: For Purse Owners Yu's met and seen their Personas, there is an origami figurine of them in their rooms somewhere (more than likely just at the door
ALSO! If you'd be so kind as to also state the day of the week in the comment as well, it would be greatly appreciated! You can also have your characters wander into him on accident on either lounge floors. It gets old saying "Yu sit here, wat do?" after a while... |3]
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You're right... There has.
[She pauses, then sighs]
I just don't want anybody to add to it, all because of me.
[It was right now, times when the idea occurred to her of others sacrificing for her sake, or getting hurt because of her, that she remembered who and what she was, the problems she'd caused back home... how undeserving she felt she was of that sort of thing her friends might try and do for her.]
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Xion. Don't think like that.
[He knew it too well as of late, but Yosuke's words had snapped him out of the 'because of me' mentality. There is a quiet determination, maybe someone else's presence being actively drawn on. He didn't know.]
We have all been through our hardships, but that doesn't mean we need to keep them to ourselves. That's what friends are for, to share the burdens in our lives and to pick us up when we fall.
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She smiles helplessly]
I have good friends.
[That's what friends were for, huh? She hesitates, the smile slipping.]
Vanitas is from my worlds... But a long time before mine, I think. He knows other people from my worlds too. I met Vantias when he first got here.
[She hesitates. She's talked about this to Ven and the others, but never to an outsider.]
I'm not sure if you've ever seen it but... sometimes when people look at me, they see someone different. Vanitas saw another boy from our worlds named Ventus and even when I told him I wasn't... he attacked.
[And judging by her expression, the altercation didn't end well.]
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But this is pushing it. He loathes people like what Xion is explaining.]
Ven-? [Why yes, yes that name is familiar. Huh.] ...All I see is a girl with black hair and vibrantly blue eyes.
[He gives her a guarded smile. One that still offers the sincere warmth of his true smile, but also keeping his outrage sealed away.]
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Y-yeah... I'm... not quite sure why. [It's a lie, and she doesn't look at him as she says it, but it's something she promised Namine she'd keep a secret, not something she's just keeping to herself.]
It... That was a few months ago, though. Other... other things have happened since.
[Her hands tighten again, though this time with something more like anxiety. This is a lot harder to talk about than she would've thought.]
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He wasn't going to ask if she didn't want to tell, but she didn't need to blatantly lie about it. It stung a little, but that wasn't the point of the conversation.]
... I'm here to listen, if you can talk about it.
[That goes with everything; not just Vanitas.]
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Yu's words made her duck her head, fighting to keep her mind from going blank. There were so many awful things that'd happened Vantias was just one of them. Axel leaving, her absorbing the memories of so many others... Reno dying... and that was just in the past month or so. Beyond that... and especially concerning Vanitas...]
He hates me. I don't know why but he does and... [How does she just talk about this, really? Or maybe it's easier to just not think about the hows and keep going] He's used me to hurt my friends, and... [her fingers are fumbling with the bag and after a few moments, she picks it up, opens it and lays it on the table so he can see the contents - the shells (both whole and broken) and the paper bird he'd made her] He stole these a few days ago, and... and when I found him...
[Well, you can guess, given her injuries.]
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Yu stands, says nothing about what was said. In fact, there's probably nothing he can say that would make it any better for her. All he does is move so that he's sitting beside her instead, staring at the broken shells for a moment before wrapping an arm around her.
...He loathes people like that. Despises people who hate for seemingly no other reason than 'because I can'. It's infuriating to think his new friend had gone through that on her own, to be used like that- Well, it strikes a rather painful cord with him.]
I'm sorry I wasn't here to help.
[He squeezes tight. Not enough to hurt, but enough to show that he's a lot stronger than he seems to be for someone who looks like a really tall toothpick.]