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towerofanimus2012-10-13 09:19 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-13 09:19 pm
The Doctor is [THROWING A FIT] October 10-13th
Characters: Edward Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: Room 2-02, collecting candy various places around the tower, and Floor 26 (the morgue).
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen's dressed up as something he absolutely hates, and he proceeds to throw a (very loud) hissyfit over it. Room 2-02 is backdated to the 10th, but the other options can take place any day from the 10th to the 13th.
Warnings: Descriptions of corpses being dissected, America-bashing (IC of course), and probably some swearing in the tags (English and German). Will update if needed.
Room 2-02
[On the morning of the 10th, Richtofen can be heard giving a shriek shortly after he wakes up. It's perhaps loud enough to alert all of dormitory level 2. It's high-pitched and ungodly, and the shriek trails off into heavily German-accented words, frantic as can be.]
What- What is this?! Get it off of me! Get it off, I said!
[Anyone in 2-02, or anyone who happens to peek their head in, will see Richtofen jumping around next to his bed, swiping at his clothes like he's covered in fire ants. Surprise, surprise! He's one of the lucky Tower inhabitants who gets to participate in the lovely costume party.
And he's dressed as a Marine. A zombie Marine.
The Tower has really outdone itself this time. It's combined something he hates - Americans - with something he loves to kill - zombies. He doesn't mind the make-up and latex on his face, designed to look like his flesh is rotting away (it's cheesy and not too well-made, but it gets the point across), nor does he mind the fake blood that stains his skin from stage make-up gashes all over his body. What he minds is the uniform, the very same one worn by his former teammate, a proud American soldier who Richtofen would love to make drown in a pool of his own blood and tears.
He hates Americans.
He hates Dempsey.
He hates this stupid Tower.]
Around the Tower
[He tried taking it off. He tried shredding it. He tried putting his clothes on over it. But no matter what he did, that stupid outfit would just pop right back on him, and when he refused to play along with the childish (and American) candy-gathering game, it tightened so much that Richtofen thought it might choke the life out of him. He was almost prepared to let it do just that, but the thought of dying again didn't sit well with him.
So he'll be around the Tower every day, grabbing candy and shoving it into his (stupid, stupid) pail whilst grumbling under his breath. Every once in a while, he'll stop to shout, making sure everyone in the vicinity knows just how displeased he is with this situation.]
Ridiculous... This is a child's game... I hate all of you! Stupid...
The Morgue
[Thoroughly pissed off, Richtofen can sometimes be found relaxing in the morgue. And his idea of "relaxation" is mumbling to himself whilst angrily dissecting a corpse. When he's not pulling handfuls of organs out of the dead bodies he finds, he can be found pacing from one end of the morgue to the other, brandishing a scalpel theatrically as he talks to himself. Occasionally, he tries to tug at his costume, but at this point, he's resolved himself to the fact that he won't be able to get out of it.]
Setting: Room 2-02, collecting candy various places around the tower, and Floor 26 (the morgue).
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen's dressed up as something he absolutely hates, and he proceeds to throw a (very loud) hissyfit over it. Room 2-02 is backdated to the 10th, but the other options can take place any day from the 10th to the 13th.
Warnings: Descriptions of corpses being dissected, America-bashing (IC of course), and probably some swearing in the tags (English and German). Will update if needed.
Room 2-02
[On the morning of the 10th, Richtofen can be heard giving a shriek shortly after he wakes up. It's perhaps loud enough to alert all of dormitory level 2. It's high-pitched and ungodly, and the shriek trails off into heavily German-accented words, frantic as can be.]
What- What is this?! Get it off of me! Get it off, I said!
[Anyone in 2-02, or anyone who happens to peek their head in, will see Richtofen jumping around next to his bed, swiping at his clothes like he's covered in fire ants. Surprise, surprise! He's one of the lucky Tower inhabitants who gets to participate in the lovely costume party.
And he's dressed as a Marine. A zombie Marine.
The Tower has really outdone itself this time. It's combined something he hates - Americans - with something he loves to kill - zombies. He doesn't mind the make-up and latex on his face, designed to look like his flesh is rotting away (it's cheesy and not too well-made, but it gets the point across), nor does he mind the fake blood that stains his skin from stage make-up gashes all over his body. What he minds is the uniform, the very same one worn by his former teammate, a proud American soldier who Richtofen would love to make drown in a pool of his own blood and tears.
He hates Americans.
He hates Dempsey.
He hates this stupid Tower.]
Around the Tower
[He tried taking it off. He tried shredding it. He tried putting his clothes on over it. But no matter what he did, that stupid outfit would just pop right back on him, and when he refused to play along with the childish (and American) candy-gathering game, it tightened so much that Richtofen thought it might choke the life out of him. He was almost prepared to let it do just that, but the thought of dying again didn't sit well with him.
So he'll be around the Tower every day, grabbing candy and shoving it into his (stupid, stupid) pail whilst grumbling under his breath. Every once in a while, he'll stop to shout, making sure everyone in the vicinity knows just how displeased he is with this situation.]
Ridiculous... This is a child's game... I hate all of you! Stupid...
The Morgue
[Thoroughly pissed off, Richtofen can sometimes be found relaxing in the morgue. And his idea of "relaxation" is mumbling to himself whilst angrily dissecting a corpse. When he's not pulling handfuls of organs out of the dead bodies he finds, he can be found pacing from one end of the morgue to the other, brandishing a scalpel theatrically as he talks to himself. Occasionally, he tries to tug at his costume, but at this point, he's resolved himself to the fact that he won't be able to get out of it.]
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It is when you slice open a corpse's pretty white flesh and look at everything inside! [He sounded pretty excited, and brandished his scalpel as he spoke.] That way, you can find out how the person died.
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Nesir hadn't heard of anything like that before.] How did this one be dying? Do you be knowing yet?
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[Richtofen gives a chuckle, and lifts a hand to rub behind his shoulders sheepishly. He smears blood on his outfit, but there's so much fake blood on it already that you can't really tell the difference.]
You see, my primary goal today was not to figure out how this lovely specimen died, aha...
[He glances down at the haphazard cut on the body's torso. There's just one big gash instead of a Y-incision, the skin is scrunched up and torn from where he yanked it open with his hands, and there are marks on the ribcage from where he shoved the scalpel in too deep. This body was not cut into with a doctor's surgical precision.]
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Does it even be fun when they do be already dead?
[Usually Nesir was more cautious; but she was comming to learn that this tower was very far away from her world. People were more open here, the good did not rule... If Nesir's thoughts on those that had brought them here were correct then it was servants of the shadow that had all the power...
And it was obvious to see that this man pulling corpses apart was definitely no bright god blinded fool.
Nesir thought she might like this place after all...]
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[Richtofen's frown returns, and he casts a cold glare at the lifeless body.]
I'm hoping one of them will jump up and try to attack me someday. Ahh, just like home...
[He stabs into a kidney with a wistful sigh.]
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She watched the body as he stabbed it again.] I do no be thinking this one will be anyways.
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[He twists his wrist and gives a tug, and the kidney pops free with a wet sound. He holds it skewered on the end of his scalpel like it's a piece of meat, and from the way he's looking at it, he probably thinks it's as good as one. How appropriate, considering his costume.]
But yes, unfortunately, these corpses are all quite thoroughly dead. [He frowns.] Even the zombies here aren't quite like they were at home...
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She watched him in fascination until he said something she didn't understand.] Zombie? What do a Zombie be?
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[He holds out his arms, letting the girl get a better look at his costume.]
They dressed me as one, you see. Well, sort of. I had to be a zombie American...
[He glowers at the kidney then, and with a flick of his wrist, tosses it off the scalpel and atop the pile of intestines.]
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Does an American be some kind of shadow creature too?
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[He chuckles at Nesir's question, prodding at the corpse's stomach with a finger. If only it was alive... Then it might make those funny choking sounds and spit stomach acid all over itself, just like the good old days. He hasn't dissected a living person in far too long, he needs to change that.
He whispers:] Why don't you move, it's much more fun when you move...
[Then he seems to remember that he was in the middle of a conversation, and scrambles to put together a response.]
Uh, ja, I suppose that depends on your definition of 'shadow creature...' Are shadow creatures annoying, brutish louts who aren't good for much more than eating and turning themselves into even fatter meat shields?
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She just waited for his answer and thought about it for a moment before nodding.] That do be pretty much what shadow creatures are. Though they can be sometimes useful you can no be trusting them.
[She noted that he had not known what a shadow creature was, but since he knew what this place was she had already guessed he wasn't from her world.]
I just noticed that like my last 5 tags were in the wrong tense SOB FORGIVE ME
A good-for-nothing brute, that's what Dempsey was! He survived on luck alone. [He shrugged.] But, I suppose he's dead now. [He gave another laugh, fiercer than the first.] Good riddance!
No worries I can't tense anyways!
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[He stuck his scalpel in the muscle between the corpse's ribs, then dragged it down the center of its chest, slicing through the meat.]
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[He frowns when his scalpel doesn't go through all the way, and puts it down so that he can pick up a small, cordless electrical saw.]
And even then, zombies eat brains, so one could argue a case for them...
[He flicks the saw on, filling the morgue with a loud ringing noise, and uses that to cut open the corpse's ribs.]
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why is it just this one thread that somehow makes me unable to keep my tenses straight OTL
It's a saw. [He deadpanned, lifting it up again to let her get a good look at it.] It is for slicing things.
im probably doing it too sob
tenses need to go fdjghfdkj
It's powered by a motor inside that makes the blade spin. You flick this switch to turn it on, und the motor makes a loud noise when it's active.
[He never thought he'd have to explain something so basic to someone, but any chance to show off his knowledge was great in Richtofen's book.]
Don't you have anything like this in your world, err- What did you say your name was?
they do!
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[He flipped the saw around in his hand so that the handle was facing Nesir.]
Would you like to try it? It's great fun! [And then he muttered:] More fun if they are alive, but oh well.
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