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towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:48 pm
tokyorunaway) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:48 pm
In which the situation is completely misunderstood
Characters: Miyuki and You!
Setting: Dorm 2-11, second floor dorm area and the cafeteria
Format: Starting with actionspam, but I'll copy you.
Summary: Miyuki wakes up and logically thinks she's being sold into slavery. Panic ensues. She also eats all the food in the cafeteria.
Warnings: Very mild language. Possibly more, but I'll update when something comes up.
Dorm 2-11
[Unlike most, Miyuki isn't too bothered to wake up in a warm, unfamiliar bed. It's been too long since she's had a proper night's rest, and with the recent chaos Kiyoko brought, the bed is even more appreciated. The sleep paralysis isn't something Miyuki enjoys, but she finds herself back to her senses reasonably soon and rubs her eyes, giving a long, relaxed yawn. She pushes herself out of bed, too lost in the near forgotten comfort of an actual bedroom to notice the mysterious note and her strange clothing, instead busying herself with staring at the figure sharing her room.]
Huh...?
[She blinks. Once. Twice. A third time. And screams, darting back and nearly tripping over her bed in surprise.]
Oi! Who the Hell are you?!
[Shoving a finger in the stranger's face leads Miyuki to glance down at her arm, and upon noticing the white plastic-like outfit, shrieks once more, before her face twists in combined horror and fury.]
I- I won't let you sell me into slavery! I won't, you hear me?! I'll call the cops if you don't let me go, you pervert!
Second Floor Dorm Area
[It doesn't take much for Miyuki to flee her bedroom in sheer terror. She refuses to become some kind of sex slave for a perverted business man or oil tycoon - she may be a homeless runaway, but she still has every last bit of her dignity! After going full throttle down the hall, Miyuki eventually pauses, a hand clutching the wall as she gasps for air. The place is huge; much larger than she expected, and while the sleep helped her regain some of her energy, she still can't remember the last time she ate. All she can do is let herself breathe for a moment or two and hope there's no guards coming after her.]
Cafeteria
[Things become a lot more hopeful when Miyuki finds the stairs down to the first floor. Sure, she's still lost in what she thinks is a slave trade, but at least she'll be able to find an exit and get back to Gin and Hana. She allows herself to slow down as she tours the first floor, albeit still ready to fight off perverts at a moment's notice. Her guard drops, though, when she notices the cafeteria, her mouth watering at the idea of eating something - anything. Completely shrugging off the possible dangers, Miyuki flings herself into the kitchen, shoes squeaking against the floor as she damn near tackles the fridge, almost ripping the door off it's hinges in her excitement.
A bowl of plain oatmeal shouldn't look so incredible.
But, it does, and Miyuki is more than happy to rip off the cling wrap covering the top and guzzle it down. A pleased sigh escapes her as she finishes the bowl in record time, and she shoves it to the side before diving back into the fridge, completely dead to the rest of the world.]
Setting: Dorm 2-11, second floor dorm area and the cafeteria
Format: Starting with actionspam, but I'll copy you.
Summary: Miyuki wakes up and logically thinks she's being sold into slavery. Panic ensues. She also eats all the food in the cafeteria.
Warnings: Very mild language. Possibly more, but I'll update when something comes up.
Dorm 2-11
[Unlike most, Miyuki isn't too bothered to wake up in a warm, unfamiliar bed. It's been too long since she's had a proper night's rest, and with the recent chaos Kiyoko brought, the bed is even more appreciated. The sleep paralysis isn't something Miyuki enjoys, but she finds herself back to her senses reasonably soon and rubs her eyes, giving a long, relaxed yawn. She pushes herself out of bed, too lost in the near forgotten comfort of an actual bedroom to notice the mysterious note and her strange clothing, instead busying herself with staring at the figure sharing her room.]
Huh...?
[She blinks. Once. Twice. A third time. And screams, darting back and nearly tripping over her bed in surprise.]
Oi! Who the Hell are you?!
[Shoving a finger in the stranger's face leads Miyuki to glance down at her arm, and upon noticing the white plastic-like outfit, shrieks once more, before her face twists in combined horror and fury.]
I- I won't let you sell me into slavery! I won't, you hear me?! I'll call the cops if you don't let me go, you pervert!
Second Floor Dorm Area
[It doesn't take much for Miyuki to flee her bedroom in sheer terror. She refuses to become some kind of sex slave for a perverted business man or oil tycoon - she may be a homeless runaway, but she still has every last bit of her dignity! After going full throttle down the hall, Miyuki eventually pauses, a hand clutching the wall as she gasps for air. The place is huge; much larger than she expected, and while the sleep helped her regain some of her energy, she still can't remember the last time she ate. All she can do is let herself breathe for a moment or two and hope there's no guards coming after her.]
Cafeteria
[Things become a lot more hopeful when Miyuki finds the stairs down to the first floor. Sure, she's still lost in what she thinks is a slave trade, but at least she'll be able to find an exit and get back to Gin and Hana. She allows herself to slow down as she tours the first floor, albeit still ready to fight off perverts at a moment's notice. Her guard drops, though, when she notices the cafeteria, her mouth watering at the idea of eating something - anything. Completely shrugging off the possible dangers, Miyuki flings herself into the kitchen, shoes squeaking against the floor as she damn near tackles the fridge, almost ripping the door off it's hinges in her excitement.
A bowl of plain oatmeal shouldn't look so incredible.
But, it does, and Miyuki is more than happy to rip off the cling wrap covering the top and guzzle it down. A pleased sigh escapes her as she finishes the bowl in record time, and she shoves it to the side before diving back into the fridge, completely dead to the rest of the world.]
no subject
No touchy the doctor. [His expression is fierce again.] You are making mein good mood fade away very fast, child.
no subject
I'm not a child, I'm a grown woman!
[She tries to match the ferocity on his face, though only manages to offer a shaky imitation of a scowl.]
no subject
[He tightens his grip on her wrist for a second, then shoves her away. He wipes his hand off on the front of his uniform, which is a bit unusual, considering he's wearing gloves.]
Und I was trying to be the nice one tonight and explain things to you. But fine, go on. [He shrugs.] Go get yourself torn apart. See if I give you proper medical treatment when you are laying in a pool of your own blood und tears.
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Hold on.
[She swallows and clears her throat, glancing away as her face heats up.]
I'll listen, so just tell me whatever you were gonna tell me.
[God, please don't make her apologise. It's hard enough for her to even say this much, and having to apologise in order to get a clearer picture of what's happening might just kill her.
But, that doesn't mean she's can't mutter a 'please' through her teeth.]
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This place is called the Tower. You can't leave, so don't even think about trying. Und when I say "can't," I mean you physically cannot.
[He grimaces, thinking back to Ruana's network post.]
Or so our oh-so-gracious hosts have told us, anyway...
no subject
[That only confuses her more. Who would want to kidnap her? It's not like she has a wealthy family or any well-off friends who could pay ransom.]
Why? What do they want?
no subject
[He sighs, walking in a slow, careful line in front of the girl. The sound of his boots clicking against the floor echoes throughout the hall.]
And, as for what the administrators want from us, well... [He clasps his hands behind his back and stops, looking back at her.] ...we are test subjects. Nothing more.