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towerofanimus2012-10-12 09:18 pm
waiting4niinii) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-12 09:18 pm
New playground
Characters: Satoko Houjou and YOU.
Setting: October 12th. From her room and onward.
Format: Pros or Action.
Summary: The tower drops a Trapmaster. Now she wonders about.
Warnings: PGish... Satoko is a brat.
03-17:
['Come, let us go to the next Hinamizawa' was the last thing Satoko remembered before she woke up. Her eyes opened wide so sudden as she laid still on the bed. Her panicked face stayed hidden towards the wall. Slowly her hand reached up towards her forehead with a gentle touch before she drew her hand close to her. No blood and no wound. Was she alive? Was it then all just a dream?
The child quickly sprung herself upright and turned her head behind her, expected someone to be by her side. In the end, there was no one. Satoko studied the room as she scanned it.]
Rika! ...Rika?
[Her friend wasn't here, except the four beds? Something was wrong. Satoko rubbed her sleepy eye before she could stare down. What was she wearing? There was a piece of paper in reach. Satoko grabbed it and begun to read it to herself. After the letter was read, Satoko curled back to her bed to face the wall again. There's a couple muffles.]
Rika... I'm sorry.
Floor 6:
[After Satoko changed clothes, it was time to explore the tower. It was called, Operation: Study the enemy's location. One of the stops, she came to a large forest in a room? Satoko stared up and around the room disbelieved.]
Now, how did they fit something like this here?
[Satoko asked herself. Not that she was complaining, more like it was nice of the enemy to put a forest this big into the tower. Satoko rested her chin between her thumb and index finger.]
Although, I suppose I should thank them.
Floor 1/Cafeteria:
[Now it was time for some grub. Studying your enemies can grow an appetite. Before Satoko could step into the cafeteria, her body came to a halt when her nose caught that disgusting aroma, pumpkin. Terror grew on the child's face as she pinched her nose.]
That smell...
[Satoko stuck out her tongue. She marched forward praying the cafeteria had something besides this aroma. If this was the enemy's attack, they did a damn good job.]
Setting: October 12th. From her room and onward.
Format: Pros or Action.
Summary: The tower drops a Trapmaster. Now she wonders about.
Warnings: PGish... Satoko is a brat.
03-17:
['Come, let us go to the next Hinamizawa' was the last thing Satoko remembered before she woke up. Her eyes opened wide so sudden as she laid still on the bed. Her panicked face stayed hidden towards the wall. Slowly her hand reached up towards her forehead with a gentle touch before she drew her hand close to her. No blood and no wound. Was she alive? Was it then all just a dream?
The child quickly sprung herself upright and turned her head behind her, expected someone to be by her side. In the end, there was no one. Satoko studied the room as she scanned it.]
Rika! ...Rika?
[Her friend wasn't here, except the four beds? Something was wrong. Satoko rubbed her sleepy eye before she could stare down. What was she wearing? There was a piece of paper in reach. Satoko grabbed it and begun to read it to herself. After the letter was read, Satoko curled back to her bed to face the wall again. There's a couple muffles.]
Rika... I'm sorry.
Floor 6:
[After Satoko changed clothes, it was time to explore the tower. It was called, Operation: Study the enemy's location. One of the stops, she came to a large forest in a room? Satoko stared up and around the room disbelieved.]
Now, how did they fit something like this here?
[Satoko asked herself. Not that she was complaining, more like it was nice of the enemy to put a forest this big into the tower. Satoko rested her chin between her thumb and index finger.]
Although, I suppose I should thank them.
Floor 1/Cafeteria:
[Now it was time for some grub. Studying your enemies can grow an appetite. Before Satoko could step into the cafeteria, her body came to a halt when her nose caught that disgusting aroma, pumpkin. Terror grew on the child's face as she pinched her nose.]
That smell...
[Satoko stuck out her tongue. She marched forward praying the cafeteria had something besides this aroma. If this was the enemy's attack, they did a damn good job.]
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