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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.
oh sweet baby jesus all the tags-- you guys are awesome
However, the moment he swaps to english, Axel pauses and turns, and offers what is possibly a slightly intimidating lack of response to Francis' smile. Ignoring the question, he instead skips straight to the point.
Only kind of agitated, huh?]Where's the exit to this place?
[There's an exit, right?]
;)
Undeterred, Francis snorted and shook his head.]
Mm, I do not know. It's difficult to leave for good. [head tilt]
Not without dying and even that's not a cure-all. Oh, a few have been released to the wreckage of their homes but they come back in shambles.
... f-francis is so cool
Doesn't dying kind of defeat the purpose?
NO YOU.
Shifting his weight he grinned, reaching in his pockets to take out a cigarette. Ignore his oral fixation.]
Ah, I suppose in a normal universe that applies. You do not stay dead here.
[brow quirk, reaches up to touch his own cheek below the eye, giving his matchstick a mildly curious look] You did not happen to get those tattoos in prison for killing people, did you?
Just curious.