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towerofanimus2012-10-13 07:04 pm
stirs_the_leaves) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-13 07:04 pm
Entry tags:
01 - Arrival
Characters: Sasuke Uchiha; Open
Setting: 3-up: Floor 1, Floor 4, Floor 25
Format: Prose preferred
Summary: Sasuke has just arrived and is none too pleased with any aspect of his situation.
Warnings: none yet
Towers. Exploded worlds. Bullshit.
This entire thing would be unbelievable enough if he wasn't also wearing this ridiculous costume. He feels like Naruto: orange slacks and orange shirt. ...And ridiculous fuzzy orange fox ears perched on a headband on the top of his head; a damn tail pinned to the slacks. No amount of tugging or pulling has managed to remove any of it - even his katana can't cut through whatever this is made of - and no amount of scrubbing in the bathroom sink will clean the whisker marks off of his cheeks. Fuming. He crumpled up every one of the notes he found - welcome tower, and candy quota - and chucked them into his trunk. This is not acceptable.
Whatever else Sasuke disbelieves, however, he's not long able to ignore his stomach. He'd like to disbelieve himself right out of this place - if he gets hungry enough, will he wake up? - but that doesn't seem to be working just yet. And if this place is any kind of real, be it illusory or prison or whatever else, he'll need his strength to get out of it.
He's seated at one long table, alone, in a corner of the room, spoon stirring idly through the oatmeal he was given. It's not worth trying his luck on something else; for all he knows, there's poison in the rest of it meant to make him ill.
Glass walls and nothing to see.
Sasuke's attempted a kai to cut through whatever illusion this might be more times than he can count, but outside the glass, nothing but fog and clouds. Whoever or whatever is behind him goes ignored, including the comforts of soft chairs; he stands at the window, or wall, or whatever it is, staring out into nothing.
At least it's quiet here. His guard is up, somewhat, and his ears are piqued for sound and movement, but to the outside observer he lays at ease on his back in the flowers a few yards from the stairs, hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, for all the oddness of a ceiling over a field.
Setting: 3-up: Floor 1, Floor 4, Floor 25
Format: Prose preferred
Summary: Sasuke has just arrived and is none too pleased with any aspect of his situation.
Warnings: none yet
Opener: Costume
Towers. Exploded worlds. Bullshit.
This entire thing would be unbelievable enough if he wasn't also wearing this ridiculous costume. He feels like Naruto: orange slacks and orange shirt. ...And ridiculous fuzzy orange fox ears perched on a headband on the top of his head; a damn tail pinned to the slacks. No amount of tugging or pulling has managed to remove any of it - even his katana can't cut through whatever this is made of - and no amount of scrubbing in the bathroom sink will clean the whisker marks off of his cheeks. Fuming. He crumpled up every one of the notes he found - welcome tower, and candy quota - and chucked them into his trunk. This is not acceptable.
Floor 1, Cafeteria
Whatever else Sasuke disbelieves, however, he's not long able to ignore his stomach. He'd like to disbelieve himself right out of this place - if he gets hungry enough, will he wake up? - but that doesn't seem to be working just yet. And if this place is any kind of real, be it illusory or prison or whatever else, he'll need his strength to get out of it.
He's seated at one long table, alone, in a corner of the room, spoon stirring idly through the oatmeal he was given. It's not worth trying his luck on something else; for all he knows, there's poison in the rest of it meant to make him ill.
Floor 4, Lounge
Glass walls and nothing to see.
Sasuke's attempted a kai to cut through whatever illusion this might be more times than he can count, but outside the glass, nothing but fog and clouds. Whoever or whatever is behind him goes ignored, including the comforts of soft chairs; he stands at the window, or wall, or whatever it is, staring out into nothing.
Floor 25, Meadow
At least it's quiet here. His guard is up, somewhat, and his ears are piqued for sound and movement, but to the outside observer he lays at ease on his back in the flowers a few yards from the stairs, hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, for all the oddness of a ceiling over a field.
[Meadow]
Another familiar face. Were the tower administrators going to bring anyone else from the facility?
Uchiha.
Gaara wasn’t used to seeing him in an unguarded state. Or at least, that was how it appeared, but he knew better than to make the assumption. He approached the other with wariness, getting just close enough to let his presence be known.
[Meadow]
"Kazekage," he said at last without turning his head, without so much as glancing in the other's direction. He began with the title, some term of respect for one deserving, but between the history of their villages - the history of Gaara with Sasuke and Naruto especially - that felt oddly formal once it was out of his mouth. "Gaara." He added the name not so much for correction, but for familiarity.
[Meadow]
“Uchiha,” he returned quietly, “…Did you come from the facility?”
Like the numerous versions of Naruto that had been created and terminated at the facility, there were a few versions of Sasuke as well. They had been civil with Gaara, for the most part. One had even helped him on two very important occasions. Ironically, he didn’t feel as wary around Sasuke as compared to Naruto.
[Meadow]
He did not move otherwise, from the turn of his head, his guard still very low. Gaara was someone on whom his village had come to rely - hell, Gaara himself had saved Sasuke's life a few years before, in his own world. He didn't feel the need to be tense. "Is that where Kankuro was as well?"