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towerofanimus2012-12-15 06:29 pm
idkworldruler) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-15 06:29 pm
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Characters: Mitchell and anyone else.
Setting: All the places
Format: Any~ I'll follow
Summary: Mitchell is working to gain more information on the tower, as well as whoever took his gun.
Warnings: None, unless something happens.
We find Mitchell walking around the tower floors, talking to just about anyone he happens to cross. Which would include every single person who gets in his line of sight. Of course he had long ago switched out his suit for his street clothes. A pair of jeans, sneakers, hoodie and t-shirt. Simple things that didn't make him stand out so much. Of course he still had his book of spells in hiding just in case something popped up.
In fact, he was actually counting on needing to use it at some point in time. He just hoped it wasn't when he was dressed casually. These clothes weren't exactly stain proof. Plus it might be bad if anyone else figured out who and what he is. Especially without anything protecting his identity, like his gas mask. Though to be truthful he was about ready to run back to his room to grab it.
There was just one too many sick people around for his tastes. The fact that they didn't cover their mouths alone sent shivers down his spine. Didn't anyone know about basic quarantine and health procedures here? Perhaps it was something that the admins had worked up. A test of sorts to cull out the weak? Well, time would tell he supposed. In the mean time he had to find someone else to weasel information out of.
Setting: All the places
Format: Any~ I'll follow
Summary: Mitchell is working to gain more information on the tower, as well as whoever took his gun.
Warnings: None, unless something happens.
We find Mitchell walking around the tower floors, talking to just about anyone he happens to cross. Which would include every single person who gets in his line of sight. Of course he had long ago switched out his suit for his street clothes. A pair of jeans, sneakers, hoodie and t-shirt. Simple things that didn't make him stand out so much. Of course he still had his book of spells in hiding just in case something popped up.
In fact, he was actually counting on needing to use it at some point in time. He just hoped it wasn't when he was dressed casually. These clothes weren't exactly stain proof. Plus it might be bad if anyone else figured out who and what he is. Especially without anything protecting his identity, like his gas mask. Though to be truthful he was about ready to run back to his room to grab it.
There was just one too many sick people around for his tastes. The fact that they didn't cover their mouths alone sent shivers down his spine. Didn't anyone know about basic quarantine and health procedures here? Perhaps it was something that the admins had worked up. A test of sorts to cull out the weak? Well, time would tell he supposed. In the mean time he had to find someone else to weasel information out of.