Yoshino Chidori [吉野 千鳥] (
floreatnoctem) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-07-08 08:04 pm
Entry tags:
Holy water cannot help you know
Characters: [AU1] Chidori Yoshino; OPEN
Setting: Anywhere, everywhere
Format: Action, but I'll match if you prefer prose.
Summary: Chidori can't quite get back into simply existing in the tower, especially after the month she's had.
Warnings: Mentions of body horror, suicidal thoughts, righteous fury, possibly language if she gets worked up enough.
[Everything is still the same, and she's not sure whether it's depressing or infuriating.
In the month without them there, despite everything they've been forced to go through, how much they've been cut into, 'enhanced', mutilated for the sake of 'science- the tower remains just as she remembers it before leaving. Nothing has changed, save for the fact that some have gone and more have come in their place. Unsurprising, as most things in the tower were at this point- it was just another part of the routine, something to be seen, noted, and taken in stride. Nothing she couldn't do, and nothing she hadn't done before. The only thing that was different was that it seemed that some of the other residents of the tower had taken to emulating their captors, using the others against her will.
She could still feel a twinge where she'd been run through again.
Medea, for her part, has been nothing short of insufferable; the steady chatter of her derision a steady stream of sound in the back of her mind. Every day is an even greater failure to her, but as ever, Chidori ignores her and continues about her days as best she can. But the strain from the last few days is evident in the way she carries herself, the frost in her gaze and the derision in her tone, when she can be persuaded to talk. But she keeps the anger controlled, a seething roil of emotions held in check beneath her usual impassive mask.
It won't be too long before she can't keep her hold on it anymore though.]
Setting: Anywhere, everywhere
Format: Action, but I'll match if you prefer prose.
Summary: Chidori can't quite get back into simply existing in the tower, especially after the month she's had.
Warnings: Mentions of body horror, suicidal thoughts, righteous fury, possibly language if she gets worked up enough.
[Everything is still the same, and she's not sure whether it's depressing or infuriating.
In the month without them there, despite everything they've been forced to go through, how much they've been cut into, 'enhanced', mutilated for the sake of 'science- the tower remains just as she remembers it before leaving. Nothing has changed, save for the fact that some have gone and more have come in their place. Unsurprising, as most things in the tower were at this point- it was just another part of the routine, something to be seen, noted, and taken in stride. Nothing she couldn't do, and nothing she hadn't done before. The only thing that was different was that it seemed that some of the other residents of the tower had taken to emulating their captors, using the others against her will.
She could still feel a twinge where she'd been run through again.
Medea, for her part, has been nothing short of insufferable; the steady chatter of her derision a steady stream of sound in the back of her mind. Every day is an even greater failure to her, but as ever, Chidori ignores her and continues about her days as best she can. But the strain from the last few days is evident in the way she carries herself, the frost in her gaze and the derision in her tone, when she can be persuaded to talk. But she keeps the anger controlled, a seething roil of emotions held in check beneath her usual impassive mask.
It won't be too long before she can't keep her hold on it anymore though.]

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He glances at her sketchbook though.]
You draw?
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[She looks down at the book, as if she hadn't expected him to make note of it- she's so used to its presence that it's always strange when someone else notices it.]
A lot, I'm afraid.
[It keeps her busy when she can't find anything else to do.]
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[Not that he could ever really say that his ironic comics were masterpieces. They really weren't.]
There isn't a lot to do here sometimes, so it's probably better to have something to do than be bored as balls.
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[Chidori hasn't ever taken into consideration how 'cool' her hobbies may or may not be. She just does things because she likes to do them- or in some cases, because she has to. She tilts her head at him and then shrugs a shoulder.]
You should try and learn to do something new. It might help.
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I guess. This place is big, but there isn't a whole lot to do about finding a good hobby to keep you preoccupied. I stick to the media room, but there's only so much you can do in there for so long.
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[Her expression clears, and she settles back down carefully, motioning in his direction with the sketchbook.]
You play video games then? Jin and I play a lot, some days. Though... there is a boy who looks a lot like you who goes to the music room a lot. [A pause, and she raises her pencil.] Do you mind?
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[Uh. UHHH. Hopefully his ears didn't turn red or anything. He's just a little taken aback.] Naw. I ain't bothered.
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[Especially with the instruments playing themselves.]
Yes, that's his name, I think. The one with all the purple. [She flashes him a look of vague amusement- she almost wants to start color-coding the both of them.] Besides looks, are the two of you really so similar?
[Even if his ears do go red, Chidori certainly isn't going to mention it. She flips to a clean page and starts sketching.] Thank you, then. It's been a while since I had a proper model.
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[Even if they were, he would deny it. He doesn't like people treating them as the same person.] Don't proper models get naked and stand on a stage with like sticks and sheets? I'm telling you now, it costs extra to get me to do that.
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[Her mouth twitches in amusement at his jibe about models, one brow rising.]
Not necessarily- however you'll find I don't much care for that sort of thing, so if you'd like to get paid for it, you'll have to ask elsewhere.
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It's okay. I still need to figure out my stage name. Can't really flaunt my real name down incase I want to consider different career routes.
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[She grew up with one of them for one thing, and Medea can sense their Personas for another, so maybe it's easier for her than most.]
Hmmm... will you go the food route, or the awful innuendo route?
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The awful innuendo route of course.
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Hmmm, I'm afraid I'm terrible at that, otherwise, I'd offer to help brainstorm.
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I could just be really blatantly obvious too. Something like Dick Princess or something. [Knight of Blowjobs? Hmm.]
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[Her mouth twitches.]
My, that seems a little too blatant, don't you think? I'd think you'd be at least a little more subtle.
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People aren't expecting blatant. It would shake things up a bit, but I'd probably go for something classier. [This is the most serious conversation.]
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[So droll.]
Well, it cannot be difficult to be at least marginally classier than 'Dick Princess'. At least put a 'lord' in there somewhere.
[The absolute seriousest.]
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[Because that's classy right?]
Lord Testicles the 2nd. That sound majestic enough to real in the winners?
[No one can compete with how serious these two are right now.]
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[Absolutely classy.]
Will you wear a monocle?
[She is completely serious- about the monocle, at least.]
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[What.]
And a crown. I will only be dressed as the most proper hooker.
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[She stifles a chuckle.]
Such a dapper streetwalker you will be, little Lord.
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[But he just grins.]
Damn right. They can't handle my swag.
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[She cracks a smile too.]
People will be falling into swoons on both sides of the street.
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[Dave is the lamest child. It is him.]
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