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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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Like this tower is good for anyone. Really... there've been worse.
[It's a weak attempt, but... can he really judge with the mistake they both made? But... that question nearly makes Yu freeze. It takes a small whisper, a gentle push for him to get going again.]
... Up front, he's a bit of a dork. Easy to talk to, maybe says just a bit too much and laughs just about anything off. In fact, we all thought of him as just some stupid detective or as a friend. We trusted him. But- [he pauses...]
When you get down to it, he's selfish and self-absorbed. Even he admitted that when he found out he has this same exact power I do- [Gee, why does this sound so odd?] -he thought nothing of it, thought he'd have a little "fun" in using it. That's when he started flirting with people he was supposed to protect. They rejected him, and he pushed them into the TV. Not long after, someone else discovered he had the same power... and Adachi manipulated him to do the job for him.
...I can understand killing out of mercy, but he did it because he was "bored" and it "got interesting" so he watched like a spectator of some game. It makes me sick, thinking we even have the same...
[No... not really the same. Now that he thought about it, it was almost like...
... Almost like a Shadow of his Persona.
...Welp.]
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... He can't judge Adachi. Not really. So after a brief pause, Minato just... laughs slightly. It's quiet, and just a bit... empty. Vacant. It isn't something any teenager should know, at any rate. One has to wonder why it is that having a Persona seems to inflict this on all of them. ]
... Ah, so he's that kind of person, then... and those people died, right? So he's the kind of guy who won't even dirty his hands and take someone's life himself?
[ And one has to pause, here, and wonder... just how many lives Minato himself has cut short. Finally, he stands, brushing his pants off as he slips his Evoker into his pocket. His expression is... dark. He isn't sure what he feels right now. Maybe he's just trying to make himself numb by being morbid. It's what he knows. ]
That's... kind of sad, actually. But when you get down to it, he's the sort of person who makes excuses and doesn't own up to his faults, right? Like, "it was all society's fault!" That type of person... I wonder if that kind of person can even be helped? Probably not, since it's ultimately up to them, the things they do. That's why he's where he is. But he won't change, right?
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[Because he'd gotten in first, before their Shadows could kill them. It had gotten a bit too close for comfort sometimes, but... they still managed it. That laugh, though... he knew it far too well even if he didn't have it as rough growing up.]
Heh... close enough. [Yu sighs, hating himself for being able to so closely mimic that bastard's tone when he wanted to... sometimes even when he didn't.] I don't know. It is up to him, in the end.
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... To tell you the truth, I know someone similar. Things would be a lot easier if I decided to just kill him myself, but I can't.
[ He knows all too well having a foil in someone deciding to embrace the end. In short: It Sucks. ]
People get hurt all the time, though. If you make yourself care too much about those you don't even know, then you just end up getting in your own way. In the end, I'm not really any better than the guy I know. I've done things just as bad. It's just perspective.
... Isn't it? But that doesn't mean it's useless for you to try and not make the same mistakes.
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Guess we do have something else in common, then.
[It does, and he can't bring himself to kill of his own volition; never mind how much easier it would be. He made a promise to stay true to himself and others, and to take responsibility for his actions.]
Can't really help it. [He taps the side of his head once...trying not to shudder.] I'm like him that way. It's why I can't stop myself, because that empathy is what sets me apart from Adachi. I doubt there isn't something that distinguishes you from him, too. No two people are the same.
[He knows... which is why he's trying to be the better man, now.]
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[ He catches himself giving Yu a bitter smile at those words and turns away. Too much pain there. ]
Don't stop that. What you do, I mean. You're... different. You're not like me. You still have a chance not to become something... awful. But, I guess I never had a choice to begin with...