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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.
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Maybe? I don't know what icecream is.
[He just figured it was food because... well, the context helped a lot. Don't judge him for being a desert kid, man. He snorts at the look, casually hooking his hands in the back pockets of his pants, slouching a little.]
I'm a troll. Name's Eridan.
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[He looks faintly taken aback. And then looks away, expression as sour as ever, obviously not impressed. But there will be no further elaboration, because if there's one thing that Ankh isn't, it's helpful.]
...A troll. Hn, like in human stories? Or something else?
[Probably something else. Probably something worth knowing. And it probably wasn't worth it to try to knock this guy's block off. Not now, not yet.]
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[He arches an eyebrow and notices the courtesy of a name was not returned. Hmph. Well, he's tired and cranky and you're not a very nice person, Ankh, so he sees no reason not to troll the shit out of you...]
You know, the aliens that created the human universe.
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He wasn't sure if the rest was legitimate. But he wasn't sure that he cared. There's no real change in his expression.]
And now you're stuck in this tower, too. Hmmph. Pitiful, for one of the aliens that 'created the human universe'.
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[He snorts.]
It's like vacation, really. Just with more murder and despair.
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So can you leave? Can anyone leave? I've heard that the letter is a lie.
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[A snort.]
But you won't like the alternative anymore than this.
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[It's asked very flatly. He's already pretty sure that the alternative is going to be horrible in some fashion.]
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I'll take my chances here.
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[He snorts.]
At least there's shit to do here.
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[Ankh hadn't gotten farther than this floor, after all. He still has so much horrible exploration left to do.
He looks very skeptical that there's anything worthwhile to do here.]
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[A small pause.]
Make friends.
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'Make friends'...
[Apparently, there is no friend-making happening today.]
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Or make enemies, that works just as well.