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towerofanimus2012-07-16 08:38 pm
morituramfides) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-16 08:38 pm
System Error
Characters: Jin Shirato ft. Crazy Head Persona, and anyone willing to approach him
Setting: Floor 27 [The Lab], Floor 15 [The Workshop], Floor 2 [The Infirmary] and in between. Can backdate to before the event if you want.
Format: Starting prose, but I don't care~
Summary: The fallout from the Infighting event and Minato's Bluekat-induced rampage are still casting a dark shadow on Jin's already screwed up head, and he's dealing with it the best way he knows how to: by avoiding everyone ever, ignoring his problems and distracting himself with totally normal person hobbies!
Warnings: EXPLOSIVE material (get it), mentally unwell techie arsonist
Floor Twenty-Seven - Research Laboratory||
For over a week, Jin'd been able to avoid most contact with others-- at the least, those he knew. He'd hardly even been in his room, only there to retrieve some things he needed and get a bit of a shut-eye when he needed it. He'd been coaxed out to the party only from his budding paranoia, and someone might've seen him in the hallways every now and then in transit.
But for the most part, he had been holed up in the laboratory on the 27th floor-- not exactly ont that was popular around here, and hopefully especially less so after June. Jin himself would've absolutely abhorred the sight of this floor a month ago, but now it had what he needed; it had an ample amount of supplies, and it was quiet, and was usually overlooked by most of the residents in favor of the Library or the Music Room above. He still couldn't bring himself to face much of anyone, so the solitude was for once, a comfort.
It was here that he had settled himself at a worktable for a good amount of the last week, an ample amount of supplies on the table in front of him where he sat. There were some containers that were already sealed and finished, and there were others that were half full, some empty, and an ample amount of miscellaneous things just scattered about-- he even had his laptop on the table, the casing open to expose the gadgetry inside. He was preparing a mixture of some kind of powder, or alternatively, assembling something else with wire and metal. He needed something to do with himself; something productive. Idleness and inactivity were not a luxury he was accustomed to having. If one could hear they might hear him mumbling in an odd, one-sided conversation.
Floor Fifteen - Workshop ||
He needed materials, simple as that. The Workshop was a much more common space for people though, he knew that; so while he was trying to sort out what he needed at the moment, he as mumbling a bit more above the normal low-volume one would expect from mumbling. It'd quickly become apparent that he wasn't talking to himself-- it sounded like he was actually addressing someone. And those that knew Jin might be able to guess that his other conversation partner was the doombringer that was living in his head.
Floor Two - Infirmary||
Moros had been his only substantial contact since the month began, but the Persona still wasn't agreeable enough to give him any healing spells. So Jin could be found in the infirmary, his jacket open so that the sleeves could be more easily pulled off his arms as he fixed up his hands with disinfectant and bandages. Working with sharp materials and strange chemicals wasn't exactly leaving his hands in any good condition.
He'd also grabbed another bottle of the suppressants from one of the drones, which had been hastily shoved into his pocket, a long with a few other medical supplies.
Anywhere Else ||
As much as he wanted to avoid people, he had to do something with himself, and with the long distance between floors that he needed, it was easy to spot Jin in an a hallway or clammering down the staircase. Don't expect him to stick around though; he was even less open to conversation that he usually was right now.
Setting: Floor 27 [The Lab], Floor 15 [The Workshop], Floor 2 [The Infirmary] and in between. Can backdate to before the event if you want.
Format: Starting prose, but I don't care~
Summary: The fallout from the Infighting event and Minato's Bluekat-induced rampage are still casting a dark shadow on Jin's already screwed up head, and he's dealing with it the best way he knows how to: by avoiding everyone ever, ignoring his problems and distracting himself with totally normal person hobbies!
Warnings: EXPLOSIVE material (get it), mentally unwell techie arsonist
Floor Twenty-Seven - Research Laboratory||
For over a week, Jin'd been able to avoid most contact with others-- at the least, those he knew. He'd hardly even been in his room, only there to retrieve some things he needed and get a bit of a shut-eye when he needed it. He'd been coaxed out to the party only from his budding paranoia, and someone might've seen him in the hallways every now and then in transit.
But for the most part, he had been holed up in the laboratory on the 27th floor-- not exactly ont that was popular around here, and hopefully especially less so after June. Jin himself would've absolutely abhorred the sight of this floor a month ago, but now it had what he needed; it had an ample amount of supplies, and it was quiet, and was usually overlooked by most of the residents in favor of the Library or the Music Room above. He still couldn't bring himself to face much of anyone, so the solitude was for once, a comfort.
It was here that he had settled himself at a worktable for a good amount of the last week, an ample amount of supplies on the table in front of him where he sat. There were some containers that were already sealed and finished, and there were others that were half full, some empty, and an ample amount of miscellaneous things just scattered about-- he even had his laptop on the table, the casing open to expose the gadgetry inside. He was preparing a mixture of some kind of powder, or alternatively, assembling something else with wire and metal. He needed something to do with himself; something productive. Idleness and inactivity were not a luxury he was accustomed to having. If one could hear they might hear him mumbling in an odd, one-sided conversation.
Floor Fifteen - Workshop ||
He needed materials, simple as that. The Workshop was a much more common space for people though, he knew that; so while he was trying to sort out what he needed at the moment, he as mumbling a bit more above the normal low-volume one would expect from mumbling. It'd quickly become apparent that he wasn't talking to himself-- it sounded like he was actually addressing someone. And those that knew Jin might be able to guess that his other conversation partner was the doombringer that was living in his head.
Floor Two - Infirmary||
Moros had been his only substantial contact since the month began, but the Persona still wasn't agreeable enough to give him any healing spells. So Jin could be found in the infirmary, his jacket open so that the sleeves could be more easily pulled off his arms as he fixed up his hands with disinfectant and bandages. Working with sharp materials and strange chemicals wasn't exactly leaving his hands in any good condition.
He'd also grabbed another bottle of the suppressants from one of the drones, which had been hastily shoved into his pocket, a long with a few other medical supplies.
Anywhere Else ||
As much as he wanted to avoid people, he had to do something with himself, and with the long distance between floors that he needed, it was easy to spot Jin in an a hallway or clammering down the staircase. Don't expect him to stick around though; he was even less open to conversation that he usually was right now.