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towerofanimus2012-07-05 05:18 pm
wrigurun) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-05 05:18 pm
Entry tags:
003 → Such is the life of a stage 1 boss
Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Room 1-03, Any unrestricted floor, Floor 32
Format: Post in prose, tags in prose or action
Summary: The most recent event has taken more out of her than she thought she had. On top of everything else, Wriggle throws a tantrum the only way she knows how.
Warnings: None
Room 1-03
When Wriggle first awoke she just stared at the ceiling for ages, expecting it to warp and change at any moment. The room was still though, almost painfully so. Maybe it was because she’d spent so long away from it, but it seemed somewhat more humid than usual. Sitting up, she soon found why. The floor of her room was covering in about a foot of water and blanketed in dying fireflies.
Letting out a girlish shriek she leapt off the bed and waded around in the water, trying to save as many as she could. It was a lost cause, most were already dead. Scooping up the ones that showed any signs of life she quickly deposited them in the take that she kept besides her bead.
The tank full of dead firefly larvae.
She hadn’t been there to take care of them, there was no where for them here anyway. With the sudden shift in seasons between her world and this they were not adapting. Biting her lip she couldn’t help the tears that ran down her face.
Any unrestricted floor
“I’m so sick of this place!”
All the stress and anguish had finally caught up on her and she let it all go on the thing she hated the most. Glass was smashed, doors were blown off their hinges, absolutely everything that could be broken she tried to break. Whether it was from overzealous kicks or showers of bullets she didn’t care.
Wriggle couldn’t stand to look at this place anymore. This was no way to live, no place to be happy in and no matter how outmatched she was, she wasn’t afraid of fighting anyone that got in her way.
Floor 32
Among the grass lay a short firefly girl. Her face was wet and red from crying as she let the insects crawl over her limp body. The warm breeze was nice, almost like home.
After her tantrum earlier she was exhausted but she just couldn’t find it in her to fight any more. She missed her home, she missed the abundance of bugs, she even missed being made fun of and getting beaten up. Anything was better than this.
Setting: Room 1-03, Any unrestricted floor, Floor 32
Format: Post in prose, tags in prose or action
Summary: The most recent event has taken more out of her than she thought she had. On top of everything else, Wriggle throws a tantrum the only way she knows how.
Warnings: None
Room 1-03
When Wriggle first awoke she just stared at the ceiling for ages, expecting it to warp and change at any moment. The room was still though, almost painfully so. Maybe it was because she’d spent so long away from it, but it seemed somewhat more humid than usual. Sitting up, she soon found why. The floor of her room was covering in about a foot of water and blanketed in dying fireflies.
Letting out a girlish shriek she leapt off the bed and waded around in the water, trying to save as many as she could. It was a lost cause, most were already dead. Scooping up the ones that showed any signs of life she quickly deposited them in the take that she kept besides her bead.
The tank full of dead firefly larvae.
She hadn’t been there to take care of them, there was no where for them here anyway. With the sudden shift in seasons between her world and this they were not adapting. Biting her lip she couldn’t help the tears that ran down her face.
Any unrestricted floor
“I’m so sick of this place!”
All the stress and anguish had finally caught up on her and she let it all go on the thing she hated the most. Glass was smashed, doors were blown off their hinges, absolutely everything that could be broken she tried to break. Whether it was from overzealous kicks or showers of bullets she didn’t care.
Wriggle couldn’t stand to look at this place anymore. This was no way to live, no place to be happy in and no matter how outmatched she was, she wasn’t afraid of fighting anyone that got in her way.
Floor 32
Among the grass lay a short firefly girl. Her face was wet and red from crying as she let the insects crawl over her limp body. The warm breeze was nice, almost like home.
After her tantrum earlier she was exhausted but she just couldn’t find it in her to fight any more. She missed her home, she missed the abundance of bugs, she even missed being made fun of and getting beaten up. Anything was better than this.
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"And save what? Weren't our worlds destroyed?" Wriggle said bitterly. There were times when she still half-wished she'd been destroyed with everything else. At least then she wouldn't have to lament about it here.
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"But I don't know how to get back..."
It was easier to beleive that there was nothing to go back to rather than there was no way back.
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