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towerofanimus2012-07-23 01:26 pm
myblueskies) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-23 01:26 pm
Finally returning [Open]
Characters: Romeo and open
Setting: Room 1-02, round the tower and eventually floor 35
Format: Starting in prose, will switch if you want!
Summary: Right after June's event Romeo was sent to his dead world, he has spent the last 20 days there. He is finally back, is human again and wants to hug all his friends, find Piccolo and his stolen puppet theater!
Warnings: Mentions of June event
Everyone was dead, there weren't even any stars anymore. No blue sky over Milano anymore. Romeo had wandered Milano and the path to Sonogno over the twenty days he had been here. He didn't know why he was here, he had disappeared. Just like Molly had but he didn't know why. At least he was a human here but with no friends around; no people at all, only bones littering the streets.
[Room 1-02] When Romeo woke up, not in the dark dead world he had been walking for so long, but the bright white room he had long come to think of as his own he jumped to his feet. He had been scared that he would never return. He worried about Molly, she had been away forever, alone on her world. The only person left.
He had also been scared that if he did come back he would still be a strange rocking thing. But he looked down at his hands and grinned. "Human again." He looked around to see if his roommates were in, he was especially worried about Gamzee, he had been hurt lots by mister Jason.
"I'm back!"
[Around the tower] Romeo left his room and started down the tower, he wanted to find all his friends. Check that they were okay, that they were all back to normal too. That even though really bad things had happened they had managed to keep their spirits up. When he saw any of his friends he ran up to them, hugging them or clasping their hand.
Of course he had another reason for going to every single floor, Piccolo hadn't been in his room. He had jumped out of Romeo's pocket when Romeo had been taken a month and a half ago, and he hadn't seen him since. "Piccolo?" He called, looking under things. "Have you seen my friend Piccolo? He is a small white weasel!"
[Floor 35] After his reunion with Piccolo Romeo returned to his room, now that he had checked on everyone he actually noticed the note on his bed. On top of a book; another reward for the horrible things that had happened... The book was Moby Dick, Romeo smiled sadly. But it was a story he had wanted to perform with puppets and he had promised to teach mister Russia how to use a puppet theatre.
Except looking round his room his theater was no where to be seen. Romeo frowned and set off again to search.
He stumbled upon it on floor 35, he hadn't seen it before because he had known Piccolo would be inside or in the nice forest. He ran towards it, his face crumpling when he saw how damaged it was. All the paint was pealing off, the curtains were soaked through and torn from the constant storms. It didn't look pretty anymore, but sad and broken.
Romeo burst into tears, it was such a silly thing to cry about. After everything that had happened, seeing all his friends turning into scary things, being turned into a scary thing himself, being trapped in a rocking toy, witnessing his lifeless world. That it was seeing his destroyed toy that finally made him cry.
He knew it wasn't mister Jason or one of the other bad people who had done this, it wasn't the sort of thing they would do. He didn't know who it had been, but someone had put it out here and now it was ruined. He scrubbed his eyes and tried to stop his tears.
Setting: Room 1-02, round the tower and eventually floor 35
Format: Starting in prose, will switch if you want!
Summary: Right after June's event Romeo was sent to his dead world, he has spent the last 20 days there. He is finally back, is human again and wants to hug all his friends, find Piccolo and his stolen puppet theater!
Warnings: Mentions of June event
Everyone was dead, there weren't even any stars anymore. No blue sky over Milano anymore. Romeo had wandered Milano and the path to Sonogno over the twenty days he had been here. He didn't know why he was here, he had disappeared. Just like Molly had but he didn't know why. At least he was a human here but with no friends around; no people at all, only bones littering the streets.
[Room 1-02] When Romeo woke up, not in the dark dead world he had been walking for so long, but the bright white room he had long come to think of as his own he jumped to his feet. He had been scared that he would never return. He worried about Molly, she had been away forever, alone on her world. The only person left.
He had also been scared that if he did come back he would still be a strange rocking thing. But he looked down at his hands and grinned. "Human again." He looked around to see if his roommates were in, he was especially worried about Gamzee, he had been hurt lots by mister Jason.
"I'm back!"
[Around the tower] Romeo left his room and started down the tower, he wanted to find all his friends. Check that they were okay, that they were all back to normal too. That even though really bad things had happened they had managed to keep their spirits up. When he saw any of his friends he ran up to them, hugging them or clasping their hand.
Of course he had another reason for going to every single floor, Piccolo hadn't been in his room. He had jumped out of Romeo's pocket when Romeo had been taken a month and a half ago, and he hadn't seen him since. "Piccolo?" He called, looking under things. "Have you seen my friend Piccolo? He is a small white weasel!"
[Floor 35] After his reunion with Piccolo Romeo returned to his room, now that he had checked on everyone he actually noticed the note on his bed. On top of a book; another reward for the horrible things that had happened... The book was Moby Dick, Romeo smiled sadly. But it was a story he had wanted to perform with puppets and he had promised to teach mister Russia how to use a puppet theatre.
Except looking round his room his theater was no where to be seen. Romeo frowned and set off again to search.
He stumbled upon it on floor 35, he hadn't seen it before because he had known Piccolo would be inside or in the nice forest. He ran towards it, his face crumpling when he saw how damaged it was. All the paint was pealing off, the curtains were soaked through and torn from the constant storms. It didn't look pretty anymore, but sad and broken.
Romeo burst into tears, it was such a silly thing to cry about. After everything that had happened, seeing all his friends turning into scary things, being turned into a scary thing himself, being trapped in a rocking toy, witnessing his lifeless world. That it was seeing his destroyed toy that finally made him cry.
He knew it wasn't mister Jason or one of the other bad people who had done this, it wasn't the sort of thing they would do. He didn't know who it had been, but someone had put it out here and now it was ruined. He scrubbed his eyes and tried to stop his tears.
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And he waved his hand, motioning for Romeo to follow him towards the stairwell and off to the Cafeteria.
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