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towerofanimus2013-01-13 12:41 am
bow_of_the_galadhrim) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 12:41 am
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1,000 years later...
Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: All over, any time of the week
Format: action brackets
Summary: The Tower is Forever event and Legolas thinks it’s been a thousand years
Warnings: None yet
FDorm floor
[That short pause that none truly notice went equally unnoticed by the elf, as he comes out of the showers freshly cleaned, but the change is great. The short hair he‘d been sporting for a couple weeks was gone, replaced by long hair just past his waist with braids through it. One ear, his left one, is pierced with a gold leaf shaped earring with silver veins through it and there‘s a gold band wrapped around one of his fingers. His eyes seem darker and more tired, clothes aren‘t as nice as they once were, exchanged for something comfortable but still styled after the clothes his people wear. He‘s not armed but he disappears into his room for just a moment and comes out heavily armed. The elf does not want to be unnarmed long.]
Graveyard
[For more than a thousand years, Legolas has come to this floor twice a week to pay his respects to those he knew who have disappeared. Gimli, Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and his twins graves are all kept tidy and his quietly speaks a prayer for them in elvish. He no longer sheds a tear at the sight of these markers. They serve to remind him that they are not suffering this hell with him, that they managed to escape even if Aragorn had been returned.]
Forest, evening
[Swords in hand, the elf is going through what might seem like normal training exercises. Until one of the monsters comes out and then a streak of ruthlessness, one that is definitely not normal for the elf, comes out and he attacks. He manages to avoid becoming as bloody as his foe but when he‘s done, it‘s obvious that the monster never stood a chance.
And Legolas isn‘t even out of breath. Instead, he seeks out another monster and the pattern continues as he trains.]
Library
[He‘s in a far corner, far away from anyone else, with a book in his lap and a cloak covering his face. It‘s clear that Legolas is making an effort to avoid contact with other people. A small journal is beside him with a pen. Occasionally he stops reading and makes a note before going back to the book. Everything is written in elvish and it‘s mostly just a journal of things he wants to remember. He has quite a few more stashed in his trunk, enough journals to cover his many years.]
Anywhere else
[Perhaps Legolas is passing through another flood and you‘re there too. Feel free to stop him.]
bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPENSetting: All over, any time of the week
Format: action brackets
Summary: The Tower is Forever event and Legolas thinks it’s been a thousand years
Warnings: None yet
FDorm floor
[That short pause that none truly notice went equally unnoticed by the elf, as he comes out of the showers freshly cleaned, but the change is great. The short hair he‘d been sporting for a couple weeks was gone, replaced by long hair just past his waist with braids through it. One ear, his left one, is pierced with a gold leaf shaped earring with silver veins through it and there‘s a gold band wrapped around one of his fingers. His eyes seem darker and more tired, clothes aren‘t as nice as they once were, exchanged for something comfortable but still styled after the clothes his people wear. He‘s not armed but he disappears into his room for just a moment and comes out heavily armed. The elf does not want to be unnarmed long.]
Graveyard
[For more than a thousand years, Legolas has come to this floor twice a week to pay his respects to those he knew who have disappeared. Gimli, Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and his twins graves are all kept tidy and his quietly speaks a prayer for them in elvish. He no longer sheds a tear at the sight of these markers. They serve to remind him that they are not suffering this hell with him, that they managed to escape even if Aragorn had been returned.]
Forest, evening
[Swords in hand, the elf is going through what might seem like normal training exercises. Until one of the monsters comes out and then a streak of ruthlessness, one that is definitely not normal for the elf, comes out and he attacks. He manages to avoid becoming as bloody as his foe but when he‘s done, it‘s obvious that the monster never stood a chance.
And Legolas isn‘t even out of breath. Instead, he seeks out another monster and the pattern continues as he trains.]
Library
[He‘s in a far corner, far away from anyone else, with a book in his lap and a cloak covering his face. It‘s clear that Legolas is making an effort to avoid contact with other people. A small journal is beside him with a pen. Occasionally he stops reading and makes a note before going back to the book. Everything is written in elvish and it‘s mostly just a journal of things he wants to remember. He has quite a few more stashed in his trunk, enough journals to cover his many years.]
Anywhere else
[Perhaps Legolas is passing through another flood and you‘re there too. Feel free to stop him.]
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She was just tired..and sad, being reminded of the past and what could have happened if she had given up.]
Alright then..I'm not going to stop you from going..but before you do, I'll going to tell you something. Back home, I knew a girl who couldn't even feel pain, sadness, or grief. Just shame that she had no empathy at all.
[Tohko then let go of Legolas. If he wanted to let go of her and walk off at any time, he was free to do so. She wouldn't stop him.]
If I had given up on her and let go of her hand, her suicide attempt would have succeeded, and she would have been smashed to bits along with her duck cup.
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[If it did, he would sooner end his own life than hurt those closest to him by feeling nothing for them, of them. Alas, he'd only awaken the next day, looking as he had that fist day in his tower.And he had not the strength to even consider killing himself. Fools like Denethor attempted such folly.]
You do not have to worry over such a thing happening to me.
[He stood then, tucking his journal and pen into his cloak.]
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I know that, Legolas. And I'm not worried about that..what I'm worried about is you driving yourself into a corner of misery when you don't have to be there. But..if my words are going to be useless right now, I'll just.have to try again tomorrow.
[With that, Tohko would start to walk away, fighting back tears. She didn't want to cry right now. She had cried enough, and if she was going to do it, she wanted to do it in private with a copy of Alice In Wonderland so that she could chide herself for crying properly.]
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[He did have some happiness here, it was what drove him to climb out of bed each day, what kept him from starving himself or letting himself get out of shape. He didn't have energy now, though, to convince her or to try to ensure she didn't continue to waste the effort to try to convince him. Silently, he swept out of the room. Stopping only to press a handkerchief into her hand. Smart elf.]
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[Tohko sighed again as Legolas walked out of the room..and paused for a moment as he stuffed a handkerchief into her hand.]
Ah, hey-!
[..Too late. He was already gone. Tohko sighed again and stuffed the handkerchief into her pocket. She'd have to return it later. While it was a kind act, she didn't want to ruin a good pocket handkin when he could use it later on. She'd weep on Alice as she ate it alone and chided herself..so it would be alright.
Moving into the shelves, she picked out a copy of the book before moving out of the library.]