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towerofanimus2012-10-12 05:10 pm
provenworth) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-12 05:10 pm
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The nightmare's just begun....
Characters: Elena (provenworth ) AND YOU
Setting: Room 3-15, Dormitory Floors, and all throughout the Tower.
Time: October 12th-16th
Format: Anything is a go!
Summary: After not heeding the warning to collect candy, Elena has woken up feeling.....different. Besides the obvious changes, she's got wanderlust, and she happens to show a preference to forests.
Warnings: Gore, death of animals, blood, possible killings (will be modified as needed)
Ladies Bathroom - 10/12
Pain. A constant aching pressure in her chest, the only remaining pain after being crushed to death by her costume. Just how cheap polyester could actually kill a person was confusing, but this was the Tower. Apparently anything went. Fingers moved to press against her closed eyelids, groaning as she slowly sat up, her other hand pressing against the flat of her chest to soothe the pain. Lowering her hand, eyes opened, and she froze.
"....T-that...that's...."
Her attention went to her other hand, which had moved to touch its partner. Both hands were red. Blood red. The bright angry red of fresh blood. Rubbing her hands together to try and wipe the blood off, she rose, pulling back the white of her dress -. Eyes narrowed, staring at the fabric that had, yesterday, been red. Waving it away, she returned to her hands, which had only started to ache from the constant rubbing trying to get the blood off. Moving out of the bedroom to the bathroom, she went to the first skin she can find, hands work both faucets open, water rushing over her skin as she tried desperately to wash the blood off.
"Come off, come off, come off...." Frowning, she tried more soap, hands rubbing vigorously. Looking up at the mirror, all movement stopped. For several seconds the water ran over her hands, the splashing of the liquid over flesh and porcelain the only sound until she screamed a long, shrieking sound that echoed in the small room.
Around the Tower - 10/12 thru 10/15
With her initial panic subsided for now - surely the color would come off eventually, like falling into a tub of permanent ink and having to wait until all the stained ink would come off - Elena felt a need to...go. To travel around the tower, her basket brimming with weapons of various kinds tucked against her. It did come with the costume and, hell, she was running out of ammo. But she's
Where she's going is anybody's guess. She just needs to go. A little voice encourages it, whispering promises of good things if she keeps going, keeps walking, to find the forest. To find green fields, the beaten track through tall trees. And so she walks on and on and on...
provenworth ) AND YOUSetting: Room 3-15, Dormitory Floors, and all throughout the Tower.
Time: October 12th-16th
Format: Anything is a go!
Summary: After not heeding the warning to collect candy, Elena has woken up feeling.....different. Besides the obvious changes, she's got wanderlust, and she happens to show a preference to forests.
Warnings: Gore, death of animals, blood, possible killings (will be modified as needed)
Ladies Bathroom - 10/12
Pain. A constant aching pressure in her chest, the only remaining pain after being crushed to death by her costume. Just how cheap polyester could actually kill a person was confusing, but this was the Tower. Apparently anything went. Fingers moved to press against her closed eyelids, groaning as she slowly sat up, her other hand pressing against the flat of her chest to soothe the pain. Lowering her hand, eyes opened, and she froze.
"....T-that...that's...."
Her attention went to her other hand, which had moved to touch its partner. Both hands were red. Blood red. The bright angry red of fresh blood. Rubbing her hands together to try and wipe the blood off, she rose, pulling back the white of her dress -. Eyes narrowed, staring at the fabric that had, yesterday, been red. Waving it away, she returned to her hands, which had only started to ache from the constant rubbing trying to get the blood off. Moving out of the bedroom to the bathroom, she went to the first skin she can find, hands work both faucets open, water rushing over her skin as she tried desperately to wash the blood off.
"Come off, come off, come off...." Frowning, she tried more soap, hands rubbing vigorously. Looking up at the mirror, all movement stopped. For several seconds the water ran over her hands, the splashing of the liquid over flesh and porcelain the only sound until she screamed a long, shrieking sound that echoed in the small room.
Around the Tower - 10/12 thru 10/15
With her initial panic subsided for now - surely the color would come off eventually, like falling into a tub of permanent ink and having to wait until all the stained ink would come off - Elena felt a need to...go. To travel around the tower, her basket brimming with weapons of various kinds tucked against her. It did come with the costume and, hell, she was running out of ammo. But she's
Where she's going is anybody's guess. She just needs to go. A little voice encourages it, whispering promises of good things if she keeps going, keeps walking, to find the forest. To find green fields, the beaten track through tall trees. And so she walks on and on and on...
Floor 6 - 10/16
Elena is something of a spirit in the forest, flitting between the trees, watching all those who came into the woods. <i>HER</i> woods. This was her place, her sanctuary. And she'd marked it as thus - leaving several stakes stuck into the ground at the entrance, the heads of dead animals perched atop each. They had been filthy creatures, ruining the quiet peace of her woods. Ah, but no longer, she'd silenced them and others, laid out as other warnings to stay away, the blood of her kills staining the pure white of her dress and frock. But that hadn't been enough - no. She had to lay traps, set explosives. Yes, that would do well to kill those nasty animals - or any poor soul who came upon it.
Peering down from her perch above the path, the red hood fell well over her forehead and eyes, leaving only nose and mouth visible. Several other drops of blood splattered against her cheek, sinking into the indent of her laugh lines as she grinned down, watching. Waiting.
Elena is something of a spirit in the forest, flitting between the trees, watching all those who came into the woods. <i>HER</i> woods. This was her place, her sanctuary. And she'd marked it as thus - leaving several stakes stuck into the ground at the entrance, the heads of dead animals perched atop each. They had been filthy creatures, ruining the quiet peace of her woods. Ah, but no longer, she'd silenced them and others, laid out as other warnings to stay away, the blood of her kills staining the pure white of her dress and frock. But that hadn't been enough - no. She had to lay traps, set explosives. Yes, that would do well to kill those nasty animals - or any poor soul who came upon it.
Peering down from her perch above the path, the red hood fell well over her forehead and eyes, leaving only nose and mouth visible. Several other drops of blood splattered against her cheek, sinking into the indent of her laugh lines as she grinned down, watching. Waiting.
[10/13 | Around the Tower]
He spots her in a corridor as she walks aimlessly and recognize her- So he approaches her and speaks with a slightly worried voice. After all, she looks as though she's walking without a purpose. ]
Are you alright, lady...?
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Beneath the blood red hood, her eyes almost look distant as she walks, slowing snapping out of the blank daze when she's approached by an unfamiliar figure.]
I'm...fine. Just going for a walk. [Her head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing slightly. His face was hidden from her view, meaning that he could be anybody in the tower - even one of the potential 'evil minds' that had gone to meet with Ganondorf at the last meeting she'd been so rudely removed from.] Who is the man behind the mask?
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No one you have met before, I am afraid. I would take this mask off, but- [He tries to pull it off, but no can do. Or maybe he just fakes it.] The tower seems intent on me keeping it.
[ He nods to her. Still strange, the tower probably has a greater effect on her that it has on him, which is not surprising all things considered. ]
Maybe you require assistance...?