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towerofanimus2012-11-24 10:46 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-24 10:46 pm
Entry tags:
The Doctor is [Having a Meltdown]
Characters: Dr. Richtofen and whatever unlucky soul wanders by.
Setting: Room 2-02
Format: Action
Summary: Richtofen ran away from all the action on the network due to some rather... debilitating conditions. He tries to make a log of what happened as quickly as possible, despite his ailment.
Warnings: Swearing, possible threat of a very unstable Richtofen attacking your character (he won't hurt them unless you give me permission though), general craziness.
[Anyone wandering around the second floor will hear a German-accented voice talking loudly enough to be heard all the way down the halls.]
Log entry five- log fo- log number five three seven zero three seven I FORGET WHAT FUCKING NUMBER IT IS!
[Richtofen's screaming into his tape recorder, pacing up and down his dorm. The door's slung wide open and some items from his trunk are scattered around the room, a product of his haste. His hat is askew, and he's holding his head in one hand, the tape recorder in the other.]
I don't know what day it is. It's November. It's Novem- SHUT UP! [He doesn't seem to have said that in response to anyone in particular. He takes a shaky breath to try and steady himself.] That woman was on the network today. We talked to her. She said- She said a great many things about this world, this Tower. I'm still-
[His eye twitches violently, and he stops in his tracks, rubbing the butt of his palm over his temple in small circular motions.]
I'm still- [His voice got a little bit high-pitched, but he rectifies that quickly.] -trying to discover more information about that little boy. But this Ruana woman is maddeningly cryptic, and it is so hard to think of proper questions to ask when the voices are screaming so loudly!
[He heaves a shaky sigh and plops onto his bed. Both of his hands, including the one holding the tape recorder, support his head, his elbows resting on his knees. His voice has gotten softer.]
The voices are screaming so loudly...
Setting: Room 2-02
Format: Action
Summary: Richtofen ran away from all the action on the network due to some rather... debilitating conditions. He tries to make a log of what happened as quickly as possible, despite his ailment.
Warnings: Swearing, possible threat of a very unstable Richtofen attacking your character (he won't hurt them unless you give me permission though), general craziness.
[Anyone wandering around the second floor will hear a German-accented voice talking loudly enough to be heard all the way down the halls.]
Log entry five- log fo- log number five three seven zero three seven I FORGET WHAT FUCKING NUMBER IT IS!
[Richtofen's screaming into his tape recorder, pacing up and down his dorm. The door's slung wide open and some items from his trunk are scattered around the room, a product of his haste. His hat is askew, and he's holding his head in one hand, the tape recorder in the other.]
I don't know what day it is. It's November. It's Novem- SHUT UP! [He doesn't seem to have said that in response to anyone in particular. He takes a shaky breath to try and steady himself.] That woman was on the network today. We talked to her. She said- She said a great many things about this world, this Tower. I'm still-
[His eye twitches violently, and he stops in his tracks, rubbing the butt of his palm over his temple in small circular motions.]
I'm still- [His voice got a little bit high-pitched, but he rectifies that quickly.] -trying to discover more information about that little boy. But this Ruana woman is maddeningly cryptic, and it is so hard to think of proper questions to ask when the voices are screaming so loudly!
[He heaves a shaky sigh and plops onto his bed. Both of his hands, including the one holding the tape recorder, support his head, his elbows resting on his knees. His voice has gotten softer.]
The voices are screaming so loudly...