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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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[He sounded angry at first, but when he goes on, he almost sounds sad. His shoulders droop, but his brows remain knit in irritation.]
It's a pity, too. The monsters are intriguing, but so much less fun to kill without my guns...
[So basically, he's taking his frustrations out on the easier targets. He's a really honorable guy.]
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And thanks, the last place he was locked up in -- it's the only reason he knows what a gun is.]
Seriously? C'mon, it's more fun if you've got to work harder for it. Or are you one of those guys who hates any actual challenge?
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...And Americans. I hate them, too.
[Richtofen is also mature.]
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Americans? ... The hell are 'Americans'?
[Noooo clue, haha.]
For the beasties, though, you have to be creative! It's an art, friend.
[That 'friend' is totally sarcastic, btw.]
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If you don't know what Americans are, consider yourself lucky.
[Then he scowls.]
And I am very creative! I created beautiful abominations like that all the time back in my world. But there's only so much you can do with- [He pulls out his combat knife.] ...this thing. Augh, if only I had my precious Wunderwaffe...
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But you haven't got the creativity to kill 'em good? [He laughs.] There's so much you can do with a knife and a little idea how to use it.
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[He's raising his voice again, and his eye twitches. He rubs the base of his palm against his forehead, as if he has a headache.]
I have been killing useless brats creatively since before you were born! Do you think I'm an idiot?
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And still talking to distract him from it.]
Mmm. [And he rubs his chin thoughtfully.] ... Yup. I'd say you are.
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Tch..! Shut up, shut up!
[It's a two-for-one - he's talking both to Kankuro and those horrendously loud voices in his head. His eyes snap open again so that he can glare at the masked stranger. He takes a breath to calm himself, but his voice comes out shaky and ripe with a more controlled kind of anger.]
You are lucky that I'm in such a charitable mood, child, because if I were not, I'd be eating your eyes out of your head right now!
[Okay, yeah, that last part wasn't very controlled at all. He tried, okay?]
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[Come to him, precious candy. Yes, that's it, good, good.]
Say, what do eyeballs taste like, anyway? Pretty sure there's a couple guys from my world crazy enough to have a taste for 'em.
[He's starting to think you'll be good entertainment, Richtofen.]
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[That throws him off. He blinks a few times and looks off to the side - luckily, not the side he's holding his candy on - as he considers it.]
They're very wet. That is, once you crack them open with your teeth, but that's easy enough to do. The taste itself is hard to describe.
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Well, he did ask.]
Crack them open? Wouldn't they kinda... squish?
[Man, of all the conversations he can't believe he's having. But then again, it's getting him candy, and it isn't like he didn't grow up with plenty of gore. Thanks, little bro.]
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Not meaty enough, huh? Guess if eyeballs won't do it, you gotta go elsewhere.
[Ba-dum tish]
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[...Oh.
He has had it with your sassy mouth, Kankuro.]
Well then, would you mind if I bit yours off?
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You'd have to get to it first.
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[At the same time, Richtofen reaches for the knife attached to his belt.]
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Lookin' to play, ugly?
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[Richtofen grits his teeth, but at the same time, he admires the... what is that, a puppet? With no strings? How fascinating.]
How unfair. This stupid place took away my guns and my pretty ones, and you have all that!
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[Okay, so admiring the puppets earns you back a tiiiiiny measure of respect in Kankuro's books.]
Fair? Nothing's fair, old man. You work with what you've got.
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[He pulls out his knife and holds it tightly, ready to defend himself if he's attacked, but he looks to be holding himself back. He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side.]
How on earth are you doing that?
[Just straight-up asking. Why not? He's curious.]
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[Sasori shifts to cover Kankuro better, right between the two of them; behind him, Kankuro grins.]
Just my little talent, hey?
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[He regards Kankuro's headwear with a sneer.]
Don't you think two-on-one is a bit much? Maybe when we know each other better...
[Yes, he is implying what you think he's implying. Leave it to Richtofen to approach this situation with innuendo.]
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Hey man, if you can't take the heat...
[He grins, and Sasori gives an ominous little rattle.]