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towerofanimus2012-09-18 09:45 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-18 09:45 pm
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The Doctor is [...A Kid?] (Backdated to yesterday, the 17th)
Characters: Richtofen in Nathan Young's body, and you!
Setting: Room 3-12, the dormitory hallways, the staircase, and anywhere else, really.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the body of someone many years his junior, and he is not taking it well.
Warnings: Just Richtofen being his usual rambling, crazy self - but with the added bonus of being someone else as well!
[The first thing Richtofen notices when he wakes up is the bushy hair that he can feel around his head. He snaps to attention and his hand flies to his head, where it entangles itself in brown curls. Sitting up straight now, Richtofen first pulls at the curls, examining them as best as he can, then looks down at his body. He must be 20 years younger, because no matter where he looks, he can't see the many scars he's accumulated from his time spent fighting soldiers and zombies.
The more he looks at himself, the more painfully apparent it becomes that this is not his body at all. He never looked like this when he was younger, or wore these clothes, or anything of the sort. He scrambles out of bed, standing uncertainly on legs that aren't his, and throws open the lid of his trunk to see it full of things he doesn't recognize.
He's beginning to freak out. He opens his mouth to shout:] What is going- [And he has to pause, because his voice is suddenly much different.] -on..?
[Once he gathers his bearings, Richtofen can be found storming through the halls and down the steps, ready to grab whoever he runs into to demand answers. Listen, and you might hear an accented voice - German, as opposed to Nathan's usual Irish - shouting to nobody in particular.]
This crazy place, waking me up like this, am I a child now? Why?! I am not enjoying this, do you hear me?
Setting: Room 3-12, the dormitory hallways, the staircase, and anywhere else, really.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the body of someone many years his junior, and he is not taking it well.
Warnings: Just Richtofen being his usual rambling, crazy self - but with the added bonus of being someone else as well!
[The first thing Richtofen notices when he wakes up is the bushy hair that he can feel around his head. He snaps to attention and his hand flies to his head, where it entangles itself in brown curls. Sitting up straight now, Richtofen first pulls at the curls, examining them as best as he can, then looks down at his body. He must be 20 years younger, because no matter where he looks, he can't see the many scars he's accumulated from his time spent fighting soldiers and zombies.
The more he looks at himself, the more painfully apparent it becomes that this is not his body at all. He never looked like this when he was younger, or wore these clothes, or anything of the sort. He scrambles out of bed, standing uncertainly on legs that aren't his, and throws open the lid of his trunk to see it full of things he doesn't recognize.
He's beginning to freak out. He opens his mouth to shout:] What is going- [And he has to pause, because his voice is suddenly much different.] -on..?
[Once he gathers his bearings, Richtofen can be found storming through the halls and down the steps, ready to grab whoever he runs into to demand answers. Listen, and you might hear an accented voice - German, as opposed to Nathan's usual Irish - shouting to nobody in particular.]
This crazy place, waking me up like this, am I a child now? Why?! I am not enjoying this, do you hear me?
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You provoked me.
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...Your sense of humor is juvenile.
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[That is the mature way to win an argument. Take note, Rosa.]