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towerofanimus2012-12-10 11:32 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-10 11:32 pm
It's that season
Characters: Pokey Minch [AU1] and You
Setting: Dorm 1-04, Floor Three, Floor Twelve
Format: Starting with prose. But will match.
Summary: Pokey's got himself a case of the flu and he is just doing his damnedest to take his mind off of it.
Warnings: Fat obnoxious kids all in this post
Dorm 1-04
If you're one of Pokey's roommates, you might notice that your bed has more or less been stripped. It is at it's very bare bones. The pillow and blanket from it is gone, and if you look hard enough you'll find those are all in a pile on one of your roommates' bed. And if you look close enough? You'll see that pile is moving sometimes.
Go away. Pokey is sick and trying to sleep and he needs all of this goddammit.]
Floor Three
[Well the sleeping thing didn't work. Now Pokey is miserably wandering around to try and find something to take his mind off of the fact that he was sick as hell. And cold. And miserable. A little hungry too but that's always there so it's not as bad as the first three. He'd already raided the infirmary a bit and took medication after medication, which was not the brightest idea he had.
At the moment he's reading a book in the library, a little zonked out from both the flu he has and the over-use of medication. But he's doing anything he can to try and get his mind off of how bad he is at the moment.
If you looked over his shoulder though, you'd notice he doesn't seem to be reading the book at all. Rather, it looks like he's reading what appears to be a comic book, although it seems like the comic was made by someone around Pokey's age instead of being an official one. Maybe even made by him. There was no reason for him to have put it inside the book he was reading aside from the weird thrill he got out of it, like he was cheating someone.
The kid is messed up in his own special little ways.]
Floor Twelve
[Either it's the medication or this room is just cool as can be.
Pokey can be found standing in the middle of the room, giving a kind of glassy eyed stare and sniffing a little as he watches the destruction of planets, of universes, of galaxies happen again and again and again in the projection room. He doesn't seem to watch it with terror, or fear, so much as curiosity.
He paces the room as he watches the spectacle over and over, as if being at a different angle will reveal something about what he's seeing. Will reveal some kind of truth to him. If it does, Pokey never says what that truth is. But at the end of one of the cycles of destruction, he finally says something.]
Stupid.
Setting: Dorm 1-04, Floor Three, Floor Twelve
Format: Starting with prose. But will match.
Summary: Pokey's got himself a case of the flu and he is just doing his damnedest to take his mind off of it.
Warnings: Fat obnoxious kids all in this post
Dorm 1-04
If you're one of Pokey's roommates, you might notice that your bed has more or less been stripped. It is at it's very bare bones. The pillow and blanket from it is gone, and if you look hard enough you'll find those are all in a pile on one of your roommates' bed. And if you look close enough? You'll see that pile is moving sometimes.
Go away. Pokey is sick and trying to sleep and he needs all of this goddammit.]
Floor Three
[Well the sleeping thing didn't work. Now Pokey is miserably wandering around to try and find something to take his mind off of the fact that he was sick as hell. And cold. And miserable. A little hungry too but that's always there so it's not as bad as the first three. He'd already raided the infirmary a bit and took medication after medication, which was not the brightest idea he had.
At the moment he's reading a book in the library, a little zonked out from both the flu he has and the over-use of medication. But he's doing anything he can to try and get his mind off of how bad he is at the moment.
If you looked over his shoulder though, you'd notice he doesn't seem to be reading the book at all. Rather, it looks like he's reading what appears to be a comic book, although it seems like the comic was made by someone around Pokey's age instead of being an official one. Maybe even made by him. There was no reason for him to have put it inside the book he was reading aside from the weird thrill he got out of it, like he was cheating someone.
The kid is messed up in his own special little ways.]
Floor Twelve
[Either it's the medication or this room is just cool as can be.
Pokey can be found standing in the middle of the room, giving a kind of glassy eyed stare and sniffing a little as he watches the destruction of planets, of universes, of galaxies happen again and again and again in the projection room. He doesn't seem to watch it with terror, or fear, so much as curiosity.
He paces the room as he watches the spectacle over and over, as if being at a different angle will reveal something about what he's seeing. Will reveal some kind of truth to him. If it does, Pokey never says what that truth is. But at the end of one of the cycles of destruction, he finally says something.]
Stupid.
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Did I say it was a zombie? I did not say it was a zombie. Do you have a condition? Beyond that nose, I mean.
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Alright smart guy if it's not a zombie what is it then? It's mainly zombies and skeletons that are walking dead, and it can't be a skeleton because it has all it's skin. And it's not a ghost because it acts on physical touch. So if it's not a ghost and it's not a skeleton, it's a zombie.
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Okay I take it back. It could be a vampire but that's unlikely.
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How do you know it's got all its skin? Might be a trick of the light that got you there, lad. So we might have to add your eyes to the nose thing into a single condition.
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So what's it mean anyway? Bugger, I mean.
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[Yes. Yes, he went there. Oh, Jack...]
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[Sorry Jack. The joke was wasted on the kid, unfortunately.]
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Oh!
[Alright. He gets it now.]
...Huh. Okay I guess that is a good word to describe all this then.
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[He uses it for everything.]