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tohko_amano ([personal profile] tohko_amano) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-12-15 04:02 pm

If I can no longer feel a thing..

Characters: Tohko Amano and anyone who wanders by.
Setting: Dorm Room 1-09.
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Tohko wakes up to find that she's lost her flu symptoms..and her ability to feel things.
Warnings: None right now.


When Tohko woke up that morning, if she hadn't know that she had fallen asleep in her own bed last night, she would have worried about where she was. She couldn't feel the bed beneath her, the freezing cold, and she couldn't tell if she was still running a fever or not. She couldn't feel a thing, and since she couldn't see anything either, she was afraid to leave her bed and move about. She could hear things..but that was about it. She couldn't use her crutch anymore, and it wasn't like she would be able to tell where walls were. Scared and sad, due to being cut off from everything she liked, Tohko began to cry..not that she could feel the tears. She could only hear her sobs. Out of desperation, she cried out.

"Please, is anyone there? If you can hear me..please, talk to me! I..I need your help."
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[personal profile] amant 2012-12-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the mention of Jason he looks around the room before using that smart mouth of his, even if he did drop his volume down a notch.]

His test subjects experiencing happiness? Nonsense ma chere. We simply cannot oblige that notion!

[He snorted, shifting her weight in his arms easily enough. If he could carry the weight of being a nation he could tote around a young girl until she said no more. He smiles at the mention of Prussia.]

Don't worry your head. As for Prussia, yes. He's an old friend of mine. [pause] He's not done anything... too ridiculous has he?
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[personal profile] amant 2012-12-18 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason was a special man that France merely liked to avoid at all costs. He'd learned how wise it was early. She's not going to make him worry; it probably isn't possible at this point - at least more than any other day here.]

You're a smart girl, ma petite. That we are. Personifications are a fabulous term for them. Just don't get into a conversation with him about our younger years. He likes to boast how he's better and we all know that is hardly the case.

[Shaking his head, to himself as she could not see, he went for the door. Maybe he'll get lucky and not be interrogated for carrying around helpless girls. Paranoid people...honestly!]

Do you like music, Tohko?
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[personal profile] amant 2012-12-18 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He's a good man-- The only thing I fault him on is when he is drunk and singing and I am too sober to remember the horrid event.

[He sounds like he's close to laughing. Gilbert has a bad friend in Francis, he really does.]

[He's gotten decent with carrying someone and walking down stairs, he idly realizes. The question had been for a reason though.]


Did you know there is a floor devoted to music here? I've only been in there briefly though it seems innocent enough. I think you could use something beautiful in your life, all things considering. I could take you there. [a thoughtful pause] Or, we could keep with the plan of going to the library if it pleases you.

[He could honestly use a little company and something to do.]