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towerofanimus2012-10-26 11:52 pm
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Entry tags:
OO2 >> WHY DO I HAVE NO "SCREaMING IN AUGIsHED HORROR" ICONS
Characters: Hidetoshi, a bloodthirsty wolf, various monsters, and towerofanimus .
Setting: Room 03-02, the dorms, and various tower floors. People are allowed to find his dead body and loot his corpse for candies if they want to.
Format: I'll roll with either, but expect action tags if he attacks your character.
Summary: "DID HIDETOSHI JUST FAIL TO MEET THE CANDY-COLLECTING QUOTA FOR THE DAY? I THINK HE JUST FUCKING DID. Also, did someone just order maximum mental trauma for the baby's first death."
Warnings: Death, freaking out and descriptions of a very violent fear of death, body horror, mentions of gore and missing body parts. In other words, the Animus Trauma Halloween Special, tailored for extra suffering.
[ SCENARIO A: THE 27th || DORMITORY LEVELS: HALLWAYS ]
[ Hidetoshi had managed somehow scrape by to fulfill the candy quota, and gather the needed number of sweets before the time limit ran out for several days now. But his luck couldn't hold out forever; the high school student had been avoiding the Terminals since his first attempt to access the network ended up with him witnessing that messy little execution of those two poor kids (just kids, kids, for cryin' out loud, you don't kill kids or anybody really, like that) and him disconnecting in a horrified, disgusted rush and getting as far away as he could from the Terminals.
What had began as a tedious waste of time, had devolved into a frantic search to prevent his costume from inevitably crushing the person who now wore it. He'd seen what happens to whose who failed to meet the quota and Hidetoshi had no desire to share in their fate. He tried, he truly did, patiently combing floor after floor for pieces of candy: but his efforts were all for naught and the idealistic teenager would promptly murdered himself before stooping so low as to attempt mugging someone for their stash.
As the hours wore on, it became more steadily difficult to suck in oxygen, his ribs ached when he breathed out, and his head spun dangerously from oxygen deprivation. In desperation, he goes to look for one of the Minatos or at least return to his room. (He doesn't make it.) It's in one of the cold, clinical hallways when his legs crumpled from under him, and Hidetoshi slumps up against the wall, shaking in silent panic and pain, but his face remaining stubbornly expressionless. The teenager won't admit to himself but he's ran out of time. There's isn't any time to reach anybody else for help.
And for the first time in his life, he knew the most instinctive, primal fear of all; the incredibly, suffocating terror of death. The kind of fear that was cold and dark and made cold sweat break out on your forehead for the sickening intensity of it. The voice in the back of your mind chanting, no, no, please, anything, anybody but that, I don't want that, I'm scared of that, please, I don't want. to. die.
Handa clenched helplessly, bitting white crescent-moons into the palms. A shuddering gasp escaped from him, choking and gagging softly as he tried and failed to heave deep breaths. Hidetoshi was dimly aware of his body failing him, his costume's constricting embrace slowly tightening. And tightening. And tightening: his vision had gone black at the edges, and slowly the fear deepened into a bottomless chasm that he drowned soundlessly in, struggling for the air that was being so cruelly denied to him. He whimpered.
No...
No. No. No. Not like this.
Anything but this.
In case anybody was wondering: for all his hacking and whimpering and panicking, Hidetoshi Odagiri does not scream nor cry when he finally gives up the ghost and dies. ]
[ SCENARIO B: THE 28th-29th || DORMITORY LEVELS: ROOM 03-02 ]
[ A dark grey eye stared up at the ceiling, pupil diluted in horrified confusion. He had awoken and found himself capable of breathing blissful oxygen once more—his lungs expanded, heaving in air, and he groaned before sitting up with a sigh: Hidetoshi remembered dying but it seemed what he had heard other people say about how temporary death is in this Tower, were true. He looked up and what the FUCK was that mangy-looking wolf DOING in his ROOM? He managed to not scream only because weirdly enough, Hidetoshi didn't think the creature would harm him. And because it was right about then he noticed that being not-dead was not the only alternation that had taken place when he had blacked out—Hidetoshi always been a little on the scrawny side. But never had his bones struck out so noticeably and never had it seemed all of his hair had been torn out and replaced by an old metal helmet, sealed to his skin.
Oh, and the damn spear was back.
He looked malnourished, he looked wrong and ghastly. His skin was purple, and he was all but nude. One of his eyeballs was missing behind this eyepatch, he could tell. Hidetoshi snarled, anger disguising terror. Who had done this to him, and when could he gut them like rotten fish...
The wolf yowled, glistening drool dripping from its grinning, scruffy muzzle.
Hidetoshi all but ran of his room. ]
[ SCENARIO C: THE 30th-31th || ANYWHERE: TAKE YOUR PICK ]
[ The twisted-looking wolf wouldn't crease following him wherever he went and he couldn't make it go away and leave him alone. However Hidetoshi found after awhile the animal was actually an tolerable companion: it obeyed orders when he gave them and didn't seem interested in attacking anyone. It would be useful until it turned on him or something like that.
It wasn't the wolf that bothered him now; what was perplexing how how he seemed unable to locate anybody else. Save for rabid monsters (Hidetoshi had discovered he could electrocute enemies with the rune-engraved spear by total accident: it involved a moment of uncharacteristic carelessness on his part on the way to the cafeteria when he decided to not take the elevator, and an abomination that had appeared to be a deranged cross between an fire-breathing imp and a gigantic snake) and the costume-warped residents that he was trying to avoid if he could, Hidetoshi couldn't find a single normal person.
When the wolf was, at some point when Hidetoshi wasn't paying attention, loaded up with two baskets of the same candy the high schooler had died to collect, he hadn't reacted... very... well. After the immediate irrational response of trying to rip the metal baskets off of his over-sized canine and dump them on the floor only to discover the sweets just respawned back onto the wolf's back, he'd gone grouchily back to hunting down monsters and slaughtering them whenever he could.
And of course, by now, this event had flayed his nerves threadbare. He was angry, he was worn thin at the edges, and he had just discovered he could kill things with electricity: clearly the answer to his dilemma was to wander into the places where he had not dared to go when he had only knives and a mediocre level of training to defend himself. Hidetoshi doesn't even recognize the urge to hunt down "Shadows" for what it truly is...
If you desire to take his stash of candy for yourself so you wouldn't die in a painful fashion, you'll have to fight him tooth-and-nail for it. ]
towerofanimus .Setting: Room 03-02, the dorms, and various tower floors. People are allowed to find his dead body and loot his corpse for candies if they want to.
Format: I'll roll with either, but expect action tags if he attacks your character.
Summary: "DID HIDETOSHI JUST FAIL TO MEET THE CANDY-COLLECTING QUOTA FOR THE DAY? I THINK HE JUST FUCKING DID. Also, did someone just order maximum mental trauma for the baby's first death."
Warnings: Death, freaking out and descriptions of a very violent fear of death, body horror, mentions of gore and missing body parts. In other words, the Animus Trauma Halloween Special, tailored for extra suffering.
[ SCENARIO A: THE 27th || DORMITORY LEVELS: HALLWAYS ]
[ Hidetoshi had managed somehow scrape by to fulfill the candy quota, and gather the needed number of sweets before the time limit ran out for several days now. But his luck couldn't hold out forever; the high school student had been avoiding the Terminals since his first attempt to access the network ended up with him witnessing that messy little execution of those two poor kids (just kids, kids, for cryin' out loud, you don't kill kids or anybody really, like that) and him disconnecting in a horrified, disgusted rush and getting as far away as he could from the Terminals.
What had began as a tedious waste of time, had devolved into a frantic search to prevent his costume from inevitably crushing the person who now wore it. He'd seen what happens to whose who failed to meet the quota and Hidetoshi had no desire to share in their fate. He tried, he truly did, patiently combing floor after floor for pieces of candy: but his efforts were all for naught and the idealistic teenager would promptly murdered himself before stooping so low as to attempt mugging someone for their stash.
As the hours wore on, it became more steadily difficult to suck in oxygen, his ribs ached when he breathed out, and his head spun dangerously from oxygen deprivation. In desperation, he goes to look for one of the Minatos or at least return to his room. (He doesn't make it.) It's in one of the cold, clinical hallways when his legs crumpled from under him, and Hidetoshi slumps up against the wall, shaking in silent panic and pain, but his face remaining stubbornly expressionless. The teenager won't admit to himself but he's ran out of time. There's isn't any time to reach anybody else for help.
And for the first time in his life, he knew the most instinctive, primal fear of all; the incredibly, suffocating terror of death. The kind of fear that was cold and dark and made cold sweat break out on your forehead for the sickening intensity of it. The voice in the back of your mind chanting, no, no, please, anything, anybody but that, I don't want that, I'm scared of that, please, I don't want. to. die.
Handa clenched helplessly, bitting white crescent-moons into the palms. A shuddering gasp escaped from him, choking and gagging softly as he tried and failed to heave deep breaths. Hidetoshi was dimly aware of his body failing him, his costume's constricting embrace slowly tightening. And tightening. And tightening: his vision had gone black at the edges, and slowly the fear deepened into a bottomless chasm that he drowned soundlessly in, struggling for the air that was being so cruelly denied to him. He whimpered.
No...
No. No. No. Not like this.
Anything but this.
In case anybody was wondering: for all his hacking and whimpering and panicking, Hidetoshi Odagiri does not scream nor cry when he finally gives up the ghost and dies. ]
[ SCENARIO B: THE 28th-29th || DORMITORY LEVELS: ROOM 03-02 ]
[ A dark grey eye stared up at the ceiling, pupil diluted in horrified confusion. He had awoken and found himself capable of breathing blissful oxygen once more—his lungs expanded, heaving in air, and he groaned before sitting up with a sigh: Hidetoshi remembered dying but it seemed what he had heard other people say about how temporary death is in this Tower, were true. He looked up and what the FUCK was that mangy-looking wolf DOING in his ROOM? He managed to not scream only because weirdly enough, Hidetoshi didn't think the creature would harm him. And because it was right about then he noticed that being not-dead was not the only alternation that had taken place when he had blacked out—Hidetoshi always been a little on the scrawny side. But never had his bones struck out so noticeably and never had it seemed all of his hair had been torn out and replaced by an old metal helmet, sealed to his skin.
Oh, and the damn spear was back.
He looked malnourished, he looked wrong and ghastly. His skin was purple, and he was all but nude. One of his eyeballs was missing behind this eyepatch, he could tell. Hidetoshi snarled, anger disguising terror. Who had done this to him, and when could he gut them like rotten fish...
The wolf yowled, glistening drool dripping from its grinning, scruffy muzzle.
Hidetoshi all but ran of his room. ]
[ SCENARIO C: THE 30th-31th || ANYWHERE: TAKE YOUR PICK ]
[ The twisted-looking wolf wouldn't crease following him wherever he went and he couldn't make it go away and leave him alone. However Hidetoshi found after awhile the animal was actually an tolerable companion: it obeyed orders when he gave them and didn't seem interested in attacking anyone. It would be useful until it turned on him or something like that.
It wasn't the wolf that bothered him now; what was perplexing how how he seemed unable to locate anybody else. Save for rabid monsters (Hidetoshi had discovered he could electrocute enemies with the rune-engraved spear by total accident: it involved a moment of uncharacteristic carelessness on his part on the way to the cafeteria when he decided to not take the elevator, and an abomination that had appeared to be a deranged cross between an fire-breathing imp and a gigantic snake) and the costume-warped residents that he was trying to avoid if he could, Hidetoshi couldn't find a single normal person.
When the wolf was, at some point when Hidetoshi wasn't paying attention, loaded up with two baskets of the same candy the high schooler had died to collect, he hadn't reacted... very... well. After the immediate irrational response of trying to rip the metal baskets off of his over-sized canine and dump them on the floor only to discover the sweets just respawned back onto the wolf's back, he'd gone grouchily back to hunting down monsters and slaughtering them whenever he could.
And of course, by now, this event had flayed his nerves threadbare. He was angry, he was worn thin at the edges, and he had just discovered he could kill things with electricity: clearly the answer to his dilemma was to wander into the places where he had not dared to go when he had only knives and a mediocre level of training to defend himself. Hidetoshi doesn't even recognize the urge to hunt down "Shadows" for what it truly is...
If you desire to take his stash of candy for yourself so you wouldn't die in a painful fashion, you'll have to fight him tooth-and-nail for it. ]
They are like the odd couple
Maybe I should start taking tips from you. If you can piss those guys off unconsciously, think of what you could do if you put your mind to it.
It's weird, but cute
Well then, whence I discover what I have done to upset our beloved hosts, I shall inform you immediately so you can do it, too!
Lancer is the worst influence
Pretttty much
Now, now we can't get ahead of ourselves, Lancer-san... But man, that would be fun.
He got Hidetoshi to go from class president to rule breaker within 3 tags or so
That is called "holding a massive grudge against the admins for destroying his dignity/KILLING him"
Hm. Much as the same as everybody's else in this months... Either avoiding monsters [ Humanoid or otherwise.] or collecting candy. [ Until he couldn't anymore. >:| ]
now I'm thinking of him dressed as Kayako
"lol no" is now his reaction to any more costumes ever
I think this has destroyed the ability of all tower residents to enjoy costumes
Y E P
Then he notices something Lancer mentioned. ]
What's this about a request for jason to punched?
Re: Y E P
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How... mature. [ He looks sorta disgusted. Whether it's at Jason or the movement, or just at the monsters, who can say. Maybe a little of both. ] How big a 'dickhead' are we talking here?
[Probably a IMMENSELY big one, right, if everybody wants to punch him or hurt him somehow. ]
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When's Jason's next month? And who's month was this right now? [ Because this event is horrible enough, and it gets worse? J
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I dunno. Didn't check the schedule. I just know that supposedly, the administrator changes every month.
[To be honest, he doesn't like this event, but it's more straightforward than what Jason did. Even now, he has to carry Ruler's memories inside his head.]
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And with each administrator, the style of how each of their 'games' is conducted varies?
[ Such as this event being fairly straightforward, and Jason's months apparently being super duper awful and manipulative, and... whoever the third administrator is's month being... not so horrible? ]
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[ He is. actually surprised at hearing this. ]
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[ ... Yeah, he's got nothing but an angry scowl to offer about that.
Hidetoshi stalked over to the corpse of the monster-wolf, glaring down at its corpse, and restrained himself from kicking it. ]
...I apologize before hand for the horrible imagery contained within this tag
LMAO
...
You truly must distaste Jason.
[ Not that. he disagrees with this. ]
Re: LMAO
[He taps the wolf's carcass, wondering if he should stab it again.]
Besides, that last experiment he did? It got a bit personal.