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towerofanimus2011-08-26 06:43 am
rompicoglioni.livejournal.com) wrote in towerofanimus2011-08-26 06:43 am
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All this meaningless direction
Characters: Romano and everyone ever.
Setting: Dorm room 1-02, F13 [Cathedral], F4 [Lounge], F1 [Cafeteria]
Format: Action
Summary: Lovino boy is back from ruined Italy. Welcome him back as he journeys to the bottom of the tower?
Warnings: Other than Romano's language, I can't think of anything to warn for.
[Dorm room 1-02]
[When Romano eventually wakes up, it's with a gasp for breath and a sense of dread and heartache leaving him as he eyes the walls and ceiling of his room.
He holds a hand over his chest, where his heart is still beating rapidly, then up to where his collar is in place over his neck.]
Shit. [His voice is quiet, eyes tearing up just a little.] Fratello, I couldn't find you. I was there and I couldn't find you. [He uses the heel of his left hand to wipe away the tears forming.] God damn it.
[If he's not alone in the room, he's not aware of it yet.]
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[F13, Cathedral]
[This is a floor he hasn't seen before. It almost makes him angry, that a cathedral would pop up in a place like this. Is God even here to help him?
Either way, it's a change, and it's curious enough that he decides to take a seat in the nearest pew, listening to whatever he can hear. It's not real peace, but it's the closest thing he can grasp at right now.
It reminds him of morning mass back home, and how Veneziano had trouble making him go before...]
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[F4, Lounge]
[There are quite a few new floors, Romano unfortunately discovers. When he finally makes it to the lounge (which he is now thankful exists) the first thing he does is flop on an empty couch to let his aching muscles rest. Fuck whoever made this tower so goddamn tall, and screw them for not sharing the elevator.]
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[F1, Cafeteria]
[Having finally made it to the cafeteria without dying (frequent breaks are great things), he finally gets to eat breakfast. Breakfast includes waffles and coffee, which is... pretty amazing to a guy who doesn't remember the last time he's eaten. This is actually his second helping.
He is a vacuum.]
Setting: Dorm room 1-02, F13 [Cathedral], F4 [Lounge], F1 [Cafeteria]
Format: Action
Summary: Lovino boy is back from ruined Italy. Welcome him back as he journeys to the bottom of the tower?
Warnings: Other than Romano's language, I can't think of anything to warn for.
[Dorm room 1-02]
[When Romano eventually wakes up, it's with a gasp for breath and a sense of dread and heartache leaving him as he eyes the walls and ceiling of his room.
He holds a hand over his chest, where his heart is still beating rapidly, then up to where his collar is in place over his neck.]
Shit. [His voice is quiet, eyes tearing up just a little.] Fratello, I couldn't find you. I was there and I couldn't find you. [He uses the heel of his left hand to wipe away the tears forming.] God damn it.
[If he's not alone in the room, he's not aware of it yet.]
[F13, Cathedral]
[This is a floor he hasn't seen before. It almost makes him angry, that a cathedral would pop up in a place like this. Is God even here to help him?
Either way, it's a change, and it's curious enough that he decides to take a seat in the nearest pew, listening to whatever he can hear. It's not real peace, but it's the closest thing he can grasp at right now.
It reminds him of morning mass back home, and how Veneziano had trouble making him go before...]
[F4, Lounge]
[There are quite a few new floors, Romano unfortunately discovers. When he finally makes it to the lounge (which he is now thankful exists) the first thing he does is flop on an empty couch to let his aching muscles rest. Fuck whoever made this tower so goddamn tall, and screw them for not sharing the elevator.]
[F1, Cafeteria]
[Having finally made it to the cafeteria without dying (frequent breaks are great things), he finally gets to eat breakfast. Breakfast includes waffles and coffee, which is... pretty amazing to a guy who doesn't remember the last time he's eaten. This is actually his second helping.
He is a vacuum.]
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Is she around? [Not that he wants to meet her.]
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Si. I... she wanted some space, says I've been... clingy. [Totally not huffy at that she is so not clingy at all...]
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Clingy? [that makes him smile, and anyone who knows him knows that means he's about to poke fun at something] So you're the clingy type?
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Gives him a sharp glare, replying in just as sharp a tone] I thought she was dead, asshole. So yes, I'm going to be a bit clingy, because she's my sorellina. You would do the same with him, don't lie.
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He recoils a bit, and feels like a bit of an asshole in the process.] Okay, so maybe I would. He's clingier, though.
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...Is he really clingier?
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Yes, he's the damn clingiest thing on two legs. It doesn't matter if he misses you or you just walked out of the bathroom, he still clings like a needy monkey.
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[Shrugs, looking away] And you really mind that? It's nice to be wanted...
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To be wanted...? [A flash of insecurity on his face.] Well yeah, but he doesn't... really want me. The jerk would rather spend time with potato lickers than his own brother.
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[She sees that insecurity, feels her own within herself and sigh] Saying that only makes it worse you know... at least pretend. It'll help.
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...
[He's going to be stubborn and ignore her advice here, or at least not vocalize how he feels about it. Instead, he tries to bring up a similar topic.]
How is the relationship with you and your sister?
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And please like that will work. She's the queen of changing topics, you can't distract her]
Like any relationship between sister's.
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So you would call it 'normal'?