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towerofanimus2012-09-15 10:03 pm
birdinthehand) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-15 10:03 pm
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In Comes An Angry Bird
Characters: Ankh and you! (Open)
Setting: Room 1-16 and around the dorms, Floor 1 cafeteria, Floor 19 library
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Just the usual waking up in a weird place and reacting poorly to it.
Warnings: Possible violence, as Ankh is irritable and likes to hit things.
[Option A - Room and Dorms]
The new resident of room 1-16 is reacting poorly to... well... just about everything. He's scowling the moment he's free from the sleep paralysis, he's sneering as he reads the letter that was left atop him, and he's shouting as he lashes out at the room around him.
"What the hell is this?!"
If there's no one present to give him an answer, he'll storm out into the hall, still in the default white bodysuit and still clutching that letter.
"Hey! HEY! What the hell's going on?! Eiji? EIJI?!"
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[Option B - Floor 1 cafeteria]
By the time he makes it down to the cafeteria, Ankh has calmed down a tad. He had gone back to the room, found his trunk, changed into some proper clothing, and decided to explore this place that fate had plunked him into. An elevator trip to the very bottom floor had gotten him down to the first floor, and thus to the kitchen and cafeteria that was there. Okay. Sure. He could go for something to eat after all of that yelling. Like ice cream.
He refused the bowl of oatmeal that had been handed to him. (Which is to say that he simply dropped it on the nearest table and walked away from it.) Instead he hopped the counters and sidestepped any kitchen staff, and went right for the freezers. Freezers that held nothing but disappointment.
"There's nothing?" Nutrition bars. Nutrition bars as far as the eye could see. Perhaps you'll find him still staring in shock. Or instead, after the shock wears off, you'll catch him angrily tossing boxes and piles of bars aside, desperate to locate so much as a freezer-burnt popsicle.
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[Option C - Floor 19 research library]
With the cafeteria and its lack of frozen treats behind him, Ankh had continued on his mission to explore the tower. He had made it higher than here, sure, but had come back down again when some weird force kept him from manifesting his wings for far longer than he'd have liked. Screw that. A library was a fine enough place to perch for now. It had shelves he could sit atop, and books he could attempt to peer through for information. If he couldn't fly out and couldn't see an exit, then he'd sit and watch and learn everything that he could.
If you're wandering by, you might get hit by a flying book when he gets frustrated with a dry and boring text that isn't telling him what he really wants to know.
Setting: Room 1-16 and around the dorms, Floor 1 cafeteria, Floor 19 library
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Just the usual waking up in a weird place and reacting poorly to it.
Warnings: Possible violence, as Ankh is irritable and likes to hit things.
[Option A - Room and Dorms]
The new resident of room 1-16 is reacting poorly to... well... just about everything. He's scowling the moment he's free from the sleep paralysis, he's sneering as he reads the letter that was left atop him, and he's shouting as he lashes out at the room around him.
"What the hell is this?!"
If there's no one present to give him an answer, he'll storm out into the hall, still in the default white bodysuit and still clutching that letter.
"Hey! HEY! What the hell's going on?! Eiji? EIJI?!"
----
[Option B - Floor 1 cafeteria]
By the time he makes it down to the cafeteria, Ankh has calmed down a tad. He had gone back to the room, found his trunk, changed into some proper clothing, and decided to explore this place that fate had plunked him into. An elevator trip to the very bottom floor had gotten him down to the first floor, and thus to the kitchen and cafeteria that was there. Okay. Sure. He could go for something to eat after all of that yelling. Like ice cream.
He refused the bowl of oatmeal that had been handed to him. (Which is to say that he simply dropped it on the nearest table and walked away from it.) Instead he hopped the counters and sidestepped any kitchen staff, and went right for the freezers. Freezers that held nothing but disappointment.
"There's nothing?" Nutrition bars. Nutrition bars as far as the eye could see. Perhaps you'll find him still staring in shock. Or instead, after the shock wears off, you'll catch him angrily tossing boxes and piles of bars aside, desperate to locate so much as a freezer-burnt popsicle.
----
[Option C - Floor 19 research library]
With the cafeteria and its lack of frozen treats behind him, Ankh had continued on his mission to explore the tower. He had made it higher than here, sure, but had come back down again when some weird force kept him from manifesting his wings for far longer than he'd have liked. Screw that. A library was a fine enough place to perch for now. It had shelves he could sit atop, and books he could attempt to peer through for information. If he couldn't fly out and couldn't see an exit, then he'd sit and watch and learn everything that he could.
If you're wandering by, you might get hit by a flying book when he gets frustrated with a dry and boring text that isn't telling him what he really wants to know.
Option B
"...jackass turkey, what the hell are you doin' here?!"
Option B - oh man oh man oh man :D
The moment he heard that familiar voice call out to him, Ankh froze. Then he made a choking sound and turned about, staring in confused shock.
"Me? What the hell are you doing here, you big red moron?!"
Woosh, he was away from the shelf and sweeping spilled bars aside, gesturing dramatically and angrily with that weird hand of his.
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Maybe. He does drink Naomi's coffee like it's going out of style, though.
"I've been stuck here for who knows how long! I shoulda figured you might have had somethin' to do with it with all crap you already caused!"
Momo's head jerks around like he's looking for something for a few moments before settling on Ankh again. "Where's your buddy? OOOs?"
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"OOOs. Eiji." His arm drops and some of the seething rage leaves him. He's just sneering now. "They said he was here, but he's gone now. Whatever that means. If you're here, then he didn't leave by train, hm?"
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"So we can't leave. Tch." He turns partly away, taking an idle swipe at a stray nutrition bar on a nearby shelf. "How long have you been here?"
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Momotaros shrugs, then sighs. "Months, at least. I've been a lil' too busy to keep track of things," he answers, then leans on the door frame. "However long it's been, it's been far too long."
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"Hmph! Anything at any time?" He reaches out to take a swing at the Imagin... and it's just as Momotaros is turning himself around to get all worked up about stuff. Ankh misses by a wide shot, then steps back. Okay, okay, a good time to get some defensive distance...
"Torture? I've heard something about torture. With no real purpose, either... or is there? They've also said the letter was probably a lie. 'Your world has been destroyed'. I'm not buying it. Any of it."