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towerofanimus2011-08-25 12:09 am
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[001] intro post; open!
Characters: Axel and anyooooooneeee /ghost noises
Setting: Dorm room hallways.
Format: Whatever you want!
Summary: Axel's just ditched his dorm room and istrying to look like he knows where he's going wandering around the hallways, looking for some info.
Warnings: Possible mild cursing?
Confusion and panic tend to go hand in hand, but Axel's not going to let that be the case for him.
After stuffing the letters he'd found in one pocket of his cloak, Axel had been quick to get out of the room he'd woken up in. He'd taken note of the number on the door on his way out, so that he could be sure of where he needed to head back to- afterall, that trunk seemed to have his stuff in it, among a few other things- and then gotten to searching up and down the halls for a familiar face, or better yet, someone who looked like they were in a position of authority.
And that's where he still is now, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated with himself for not actually knowing what the hell else to do.
Still, no need to stress. There had to be someone around with enough of a brain to answer his questions.
Just a matter of finding them.
Setting: Dorm room hallways.
Format: Whatever you want!
Summary: Axel's just ditched his dorm room and is
Warnings: Possible mild cursing?
Confusion and panic tend to go hand in hand, but Axel's not going to let that be the case for him.
After stuffing the letters he'd found in one pocket of his cloak, Axel had been quick to get out of the room he'd woken up in. He'd taken note of the number on the door on his way out, so that he could be sure of where he needed to head back to- afterall, that trunk seemed to have his stuff in it, among a few other things- and then gotten to searching up and down the halls for a familiar face, or better yet, someone who looked like they were in a position of authority.
And that's where he still is now, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated with himself for not actually knowing what the hell else to do.
Still, no need to stress. There had to be someone around with enough of a brain to answer his questions.
Just a matter of finding them.
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Did someone ask for brains?In the hallways, Axel would find that there were several computer terminals scattered throughout. Upon one of them, he could find a girl.
She was casually typing away, one elbow propped against the table and cupping her cheek, a casual hum escaping her lips.]
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Brains are definitely preferable.Axel's willing to try and tug information out of anyone he can, honestly- so upon spotting Rose, he heads over and taps her on the shoulder, forcing a small smirk onto his face. Best not to scare off the
littlegirl who may or may not be able to help.]Hey, think you could give a guy a hand?
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You're new here, I'm surmising?
[She turns back to the computer and opens up a page (http://animus-network.livejournal.com/12756.html), scooting aside so Axel has a clear view.]
This will help answer your initial questions.
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Different timepoints? Murderous ovens and freezers? Oatmeal or doom? This place didn't sound cool. Not. At. All.
Eyes narrowing, Axel rereads a few points as he drags one finger down the screen- hopefully Rose doesn't mind fingerprints too much- and questions her.]
So then, what's the situation with escapees? Numbers, results?
[And suddenly theseriousface pops out. Behold.]
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[She tried to blast a hole in the wall and destroyed everything but the wall.]