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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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I admit I am not particularly fond of the Tower myself.
[The people on the other hand are a different matter. All the people she has met so far have been particularly kind and welcoming to her. Helpful too. But she decides that it's probably best to mention that to him.
She raises a brow at the comment]
I do not think that method would do you any favors here.
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[There's a glint in his eyes that suggests he wouldn't mind being the first.]
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I am afraid I have not been at this Tower for long so I cannot say.
no subject
[He looks back to her, appearing to be a mixture of angry and exasperated.]
If I ever find a way to do so, you are welcome to join me. After I finish with them, of course.
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I would not encourage it.
I have heard that the people here do not take kindly to hostility towards them. If you think that this is punishment it is nothing compared to what you may face if you go through with it.
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[He raises his arms, staring down at the material the uniform is made out of. From his tone and expression, you'd think he'd have cancerous growths or something on them, instead of just a tacky costume.]
Of all the things they could have dressed me up as... Dempsey? Zombie Dempsey? It's horrid!
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I am sure you will not be subjected to it for much longer and I am sure you can make it though it. It's just a costume after all.
no subject
[He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no words come out. How can he best make her understand what he's feeling right now..?]
...Fräulein, is there something or someone you hate in this world - er, or your old world, I suppose - more than anyone else? Someone who makes you feel like you're going to vomit the moment you hear their name?
[Just roll with him here.]