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towerofanimus2011-08-20 03:38 am
tortileghostwriter) wrote in towerofanimus2011-08-20 03:38 am
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>David: Attempt to write. | Open
Characters: David and YOU
Setting: Library.
Format: Action!
Summary: Reflection on his time here so far and what happened before, all the damned voices, and just trying to start up his work again. Also, apple juice.
Warnings: Pretentious douchebag 13 year old, writing process, introspection, madness, shadows that keep on changing, an echoing voice, and other things.
[To say that David wasn't enjoying his time in the Tower so far was an understatement at best. He needed to get out, he needed to return, this place was driving him further into madness than he already was. Yggdrasil seemed to always have something to say, these days. Swimming in his flesh and blood, swirling and speaking in his mind as his shadow danced. Words of comfort mixed with taunts, mixed with harsh analytical statements, all in different voices. If only he knew who she had had once been.
He needed to do...something with himself. Lurking the network only bore entertainment value for so long. So, here he was in the library, set up in front of one of the terminals. The desk space is being well-used. Bottles of apple juice sit off to the side. In front of him is the keyboard; there's a book that, thus far, had shown itself to be vile, perfect for his purposes. Beside that, he's got a notebook, jotting down an outline and some early remarks for some ironic review or analysis. He is ready to go.
It's like this for a while. But he stops, nibbles on one side of the pen for a bit, and groans, tearing the sheets written so far and crumpling them.]
Hackneyed.
[Annoyed, and said mostly to himself. That same old echo again. Behind him, his shadow just keeps on stretching and moving.
Care to approach?]
Setting: Library.
Format: Action!
Summary: Reflection on his time here so far and what happened before, all the damned voices, and just trying to start up his work again. Also, apple juice.
Warnings: Pretentious douchebag 13 year old, writing process, introspection, madness, shadows that keep on changing, an echoing voice, and other things.
[To say that David wasn't enjoying his time in the Tower so far was an understatement at best. He needed to get out, he needed to return, this place was driving him further into madness than he already was. Yggdrasil seemed to always have something to say, these days. Swimming in his flesh and blood, swirling and speaking in his mind as his shadow danced. Words of comfort mixed with taunts, mixed with harsh analytical statements, all in different voices. If only he knew who she had had once been.
He needed to do...something with himself. Lurking the network only bore entertainment value for so long. So, here he was in the library, set up in front of one of the terminals. The desk space is being well-used. Bottles of apple juice sit off to the side. In front of him is the keyboard; there's a book that, thus far, had shown itself to be vile, perfect for his purposes. Beside that, he's got a notebook, jotting down an outline and some early remarks for some ironic review or analysis. He is ready to go.
It's like this for a while. But he stops, nibbles on one side of the pen for a bit, and groans, tearing the sheets written so far and crumpling them.]
Hackneyed.
[Annoyed, and said mostly to himself. That same old echo again. Behind him, his shadow just keeps on stretching and moving.
Care to approach?]
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I'm attempting to begin work on a review.
[He doesn't need to let this kid know it isn't going well.]
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Though, it needn't necessarily be an honest opinion.
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