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towerofanimus2012-07-30 04:09 pm
vestigialdream) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-30 04:09 pm
Entry tags:
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
Characters: [AU1] Platina and you, maybe?
Setting: Various locations
Format: Prefer action, but I'll roll with whatever you want to roll with.
Summary: Platina arrives in the Tower. Stuff ensues.
Warnings: Not sure, will update if there are any. Please note that Platina cannot speak to your characters. She can write, though.
[Room 3-05]
[Platina jolts awake, as would anyone else under these circumstances. She blinks, uncomprehending for a moment. She manages to get her clothes on quickly though, after finding them in the trunk.
She reaches over to the letter nearby and reads it. A long moment passes as she comprehends this. Your world has been destroyed. She's not sure if she should be upset or happy about this-
Anyone who comes in, or wakes up here, will find her just sitting there, head bowed as she stares at the letter. She's trying not to cry, you see.]
[Floor 22]
[She's just gotten out of Floor 23 and is now looking around in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. She's paying less attention to the artwork and more attention to the stairs because...
Seriously? What was that? She's pretty sure there was a floor there...but a quick check of her notebook shows that if there was, she didn't speak to anyone there. So now she's just fluttering around the gallery, hand in front of her mouth thoughtfully. What just happened?]
[Floor 13]
[Platina can be found wandering here with an expression of awe on her face as she observes the architecture and the stained glass. She's never seen anything like it. The quiet, the vast nature of it, the lack of connection to the outside world...for some reason, she likes it.]
[Cafeteria]
[You knew this was going to happen. Platina is sitting at one of the tables with a generally displeased look on her face as she eats the oatmeal. Bleh! This is horrible! From time to time she draws abstract, yet annoyed scribbles in her notebook. It's as close as she can get to announcing that she can't stand this stuff.]
Setting: Various locations
Format: Prefer action, but I'll roll with whatever you want to roll with.
Summary: Platina arrives in the Tower. Stuff ensues.
Warnings: Not sure, will update if there are any. Please note that Platina cannot speak to your characters. She can write, though.
[Room 3-05]
[Platina jolts awake, as would anyone else under these circumstances. She blinks, uncomprehending for a moment. She manages to get her clothes on quickly though, after finding them in the trunk.
She reaches over to the letter nearby and reads it. A long moment passes as she comprehends this. Your world has been destroyed. She's not sure if she should be upset or happy about this-
Anyone who comes in, or wakes up here, will find her just sitting there, head bowed as she stares at the letter. She's trying not to cry, you see.]
[Floor 22]
[She's just gotten out of Floor 23 and is now looking around in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. She's paying less attention to the artwork and more attention to the stairs because...
Seriously? What was that? She's pretty sure there was a floor there...but a quick check of her notebook shows that if there was, she didn't speak to anyone there. So now she's just fluttering around the gallery, hand in front of her mouth thoughtfully. What just happened?]
[Floor 13]
[Platina can be found wandering here with an expression of awe on her face as she observes the architecture and the stained glass. She's never seen anything like it. The quiet, the vast nature of it, the lack of connection to the outside world...for some reason, she likes it.]
[Cafeteria]
[You knew this was going to happen. Platina is sitting at one of the tables with a generally displeased look on her face as she eats the oatmeal. Bleh! This is horrible! From time to time she draws abstract, yet annoyed scribbles in her notebook. It's as close as she can get to announcing that she can't stand this stuff.]