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towerofanimus2012-12-19 09:36 pm
knightime) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-19 09:36 pm
Entry tags:
Cause we're just under the upperhand
Characters: Dave Strider and anyone who wants to run into the teen
Setting: Around the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: Dave is running from something only he can see because of his illness.
Warnings: Paranoia, Insanity, the usual Animus problems
[Dorm Levels]
You might be lucky to run into Dave here. He's been kind of absent from the dorm levels as of late. You might have been lucky to catch him the few days he actually has been in his dorm, but he usually only tries to sleep before disappearing off again. His poor Pokemon, Missy, has been waiting at the foot of his bed for him forlornly. At least he brings her food before disappearing again.
Right now, he's wandering aimlessly the floor. He keeps looking behind him, expecting something and sometimes he'll pick up his pace as though he has seen something.
He'll eventually start making his way to the stairs though. He really doesn't look like he wants to stick around here that long. He looks exhausted and his movements aren't up to par as they usually are from the looks of it.
[Floor 48: Graveyard]
Dave has started frequenting this floor, even if it was morbid. He kind of just like staring at all the names across the headstones. He makes daily visits to some of his friends' tombstones. He knows there's nothing in them, but it makes him feel better to leave flowers or something once in awhile.
Right now? He's running. He's running as fast as his feet can take him. He's mumbling and tripping over his feet and it looks like he's running from something. What it is? Well, no one else can see it. Only him.
[Floor 40: Storage Room]
He's basically tried to wedge himself in some corner, hands clutched over his ears and threaded in his hair and he has his face buried against his knees. Dave likes floors like these right now, because he doesn't think people frequent them as much. The less he has to be around people, the better.
[Floor 25: Meadow]
Dave had been going to this floor to avoid the cold. For some reason, it stays in Springtime weather, which he isn't going to complain about because it beats the rest of the tower. But he'll move soon. He can't stay on a floor for too long. If he does, the creatures trying to control him will find him and try again.
For now though, he's going to take advantage of the fact that he can be relatively warm for this short moment.
Setting: Around the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: Dave is running from something only he can see because of his illness.
Warnings: Paranoia, Insanity, the usual Animus problems
[Dorm Levels]
You might be lucky to run into Dave here. He's been kind of absent from the dorm levels as of late. You might have been lucky to catch him the few days he actually has been in his dorm, but he usually only tries to sleep before disappearing off again. His poor Pokemon, Missy, has been waiting at the foot of his bed for him forlornly. At least he brings her food before disappearing again.
Right now, he's wandering aimlessly the floor. He keeps looking behind him, expecting something and sometimes he'll pick up his pace as though he has seen something.
He'll eventually start making his way to the stairs though. He really doesn't look like he wants to stick around here that long. He looks exhausted and his movements aren't up to par as they usually are from the looks of it.
[Floor 48: Graveyard]
Dave has started frequenting this floor, even if it was morbid. He kind of just like staring at all the names across the headstones. He makes daily visits to some of his friends' tombstones. He knows there's nothing in them, but it makes him feel better to leave flowers or something once in awhile.
Right now? He's running. He's running as fast as his feet can take him. He's mumbling and tripping over his feet and it looks like he's running from something. What it is? Well, no one else can see it. Only him.
[Floor 40: Storage Room]
He's basically tried to wedge himself in some corner, hands clutched over his ears and threaded in his hair and he has his face buried against his knees. Dave likes floors like these right now, because he doesn't think people frequent them as much. The less he has to be around people, the better.
[Floor 25: Meadow]
Dave had been going to this floor to avoid the cold. For some reason, it stays in Springtime weather, which he isn't going to complain about because it beats the rest of the tower. But he'll move soon. He can't stay on a floor for too long. If he does, the creatures trying to control him will find him and try again.
For now though, he's going to take advantage of the fact that he can be relatively warm for this short moment.
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You didn't get sick then? [That's at least something.]
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No. At least, not yet. I've... been very fortunate, this time.
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Thank you. [She really does appreciate it, and that's in her tone.] I just wish you could say the same.
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You're right. As bad as things get, at least they don't last. We get some time to rest. [... Well,] It may only be so the next thing will still effect us strongly, but it's something.
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I know what you mean. Besides - maybe you could use some of that rest.
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[He got too paranoid. Like something was always looming over him and watching him. And if he stayed in one place too long, it would attach itself to him. Try to control him.]
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Oh.
[It's a sympathetic little 'oh'. There are a lot of ways to phrase this, but--]
You've been feeling too poorly?
[Or, you know, too anxious.]
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[Even when he tried to sleep, he couldn't. Even when he tried to think that it was just all in his head, it gnawed at his conscious making him too scared to just sleep. What if he woke up and it was actually real?]
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[Even if she'd rather not. Poor guy...!]
Do you think there's anything that would help?
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Even if there was some medicine that could help, what's the likeliness that we'd have access to it? [He seems to be doing marginally better now that he's in company. It's still hard to ignore it looking at him, but it's a little easier to fight whatever the more irrational part of his mind is saying to him.]
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Not very high. You're probably right.
[It comes out like a sigh.]
I wish there was something I could do.