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towerofanimus2012-10-24 08:16 pm
wrigurun) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-24 08:16 pm
Entry tags:
005 → Working the midnight shift
Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: 21st October onwards, Any non-restricted floor (please specify in comments)
Format: Post in action, tags in prose or action
Summary: After being unable to fufill the candy quota asked of her Wriggle has come back in the same twisted fashion as everyone else. She refuses to let anyone else fall victim to such a traumatic death, by any means possible.
Warnings: Possibility of character death
Anywhere before 7:59pm
[It was somewhat of a relief, not having to worry about finding enough sweets before the deadline. They'd modified her costume, even though it was no longer tight the fact that it was made from a large number of dead insects troubled her. The tower seemed to like taunting her like that. Even if Wriggle could be a little slow she was not stupid and it was pretty clear to her what they were trying to say. They wanted her dead, right?
Or... hadn't they already gotten their wish?
She could remember it all. The pain in her chest as her ribs punctured her lungs and the struggle to breath as the collar of her costume choked her, not finding the air to scream as her joints snapped and fractured. For once in her life she wished her broken memory might have been a blessing.
No one deserved to go through that though, no one. If that was the punishment for not collecting enough candy then Wriggle swore that she wouldn't let that happen to anyone else. Even if she was nothing but a ghost now she promised herself that she would be a benevolent one]
Hey! How much candy do you have? I can help you look if you need more!
Anywhere after 8:00pm
[As much as she tried to push them to the back of her mind the thoughts just kept coming back. She was used to coming across dead insects, they didn't live that long after all but was it really that traumatic? Surely not, surely a quick painless death would be forgiving. No one deserved to be tortured like that, the way that so many others seemed to have fallen victim to.
There wasn't much other choice though.
She promised herself that she would be a benevolent ghost, that she wouldn't let anyone fall victim to the same fate that she did. If the only way to do it was to beat the tower at it's own game then so be it. She drifted through the halls, drawn to those being crushed by their failure, hoping to give them release]
Setting: 21st October onwards, Any non-restricted floor (please specify in comments)
Format: Post in action, tags in prose or action
Summary: After being unable to fufill the candy quota asked of her Wriggle has come back in the same twisted fashion as everyone else. She refuses to let anyone else fall victim to such a traumatic death, by any means possible.
Warnings: Possibility of character death
Anywhere before 7:59pm
[It was somewhat of a relief, not having to worry about finding enough sweets before the deadline. They'd modified her costume, even though it was no longer tight the fact that it was made from a large number of dead insects troubled her. The tower seemed to like taunting her like that. Even if Wriggle could be a little slow she was not stupid and it was pretty clear to her what they were trying to say. They wanted her dead, right?
Or... hadn't they already gotten their wish?
She could remember it all. The pain in her chest as her ribs punctured her lungs and the struggle to breath as the collar of her costume choked her, not finding the air to scream as her joints snapped and fractured. For once in her life she wished her broken memory might have been a blessing.
No one deserved to go through that though, no one. If that was the punishment for not collecting enough candy then Wriggle swore that she wouldn't let that happen to anyone else. Even if she was nothing but a ghost now she promised herself that she would be a benevolent one]
Hey! How much candy do you have? I can help you look if you need more!
Anywhere after 8:00pm
[As much as she tried to push them to the back of her mind the thoughts just kept coming back. She was used to coming across dead insects, they didn't live that long after all but was it really that traumatic? Surely not, surely a quick painless death would be forgiving. No one deserved to be tortured like that, the way that so many others seemed to have fallen victim to.
There wasn't much other choice though.
She promised herself that she would be a benevolent ghost, that she wouldn't let anyone fall victim to the same fate that she did. If the only way to do it was to beat the tower at it's own game then so be it. She drifted through the halls, drawn to those being crushed by their failure, hoping to give them release]
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Excuse me, I need to get going before it's too late.
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Who would want such a cruel death!? To feel every bone shatter and have their organs squeezed until they pop! I can't let anyone else die like that! I won't!
[With that she takes off down the hall, searching for someone, anyone who might be in need]
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*Enoch turns to chase after her, but luckily enough for her a miniblin decides to spawn on the ceiling and drop onto the staircase. By the time he destroys the beast, Wriggle is out of sight. He hears a gnarl's taunting song from somewhere below and decides to pick his battles, retreating to the safety of his dorm - perhaps something of his own merciful heart was brought back to the surface along with the panic that terrible song brought...*