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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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Excuse me?! You don't understand!
[He makes his way over to the door and yanks it open, gesturing at his costume.] Look at me, I'm an Amer- Oh.
[He covers his mouth, but not before he's sure Reno sees him smiling. He gives a muffled laugh.]
I feel a bit better now, thank you.
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...you are the worst example of asshole.
[Glower glower.]
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Thank you, you are a good friend, too. [And, almost as an afterthought:] And the costume makes you a bit less ugly.
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Actually, I was just thinkin' the same thing about your costume. Really brings out your better facial features, and the color really suits you.
[Said as deadpan as possible.]
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What.
[It's not even a question. It's just pure, seething rage.]
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[And Reno is sashaying down the hallway.]
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I hate you and your stupid face!
[Then he slams the door, you know, like any sensible grown adult would.]