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towerofanimus2013-01-13 02:27 pm
eighteen_winters) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 02:27 pm
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Characters: Illya and OPEN
Setting: The dormitories, the cafeteria, the 38th floor lounge, anywhere else.
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Illya has been in the towers for nearly two decades and, having had most of her hopes and dreams broken into a million pieces, has reverted to the personality of a small child to cope with the stress.
Warnings: None
[With the dawn of another day, Illya rises from bed with a sigh. It had been many years since any glimmer of hope had been extinguished in her youthful eyes, leaving the girl who had once been the very image of self-reliance and energy had now only exists as a shell of her former self who mannerisms and personality recall her days spent in a snowy castle hidden deep in the German countryside. Indeed, She had thought she would die long ago and join her father in the hereafter, being forced to live on in a state of stagnation was simply to much for to take. To bury the pain of being in such a sad state, Illya has hidden herself behind the facade of a small girl who desires only for others to stand and her side and say that everything will be OK.
After rising and clumsily dressing herself for the day ahead, Illya, a stuffed animal held close to her heart, leaves her room and sets out with the hope of finding someone to play with and stave off the pain in her heart for one more day.]
[Illya's trip eventually takes her to the cafeteria where she, with great difficulty, manages to procure food for herself. Taking her meal to a table to eat, she sits for a short while before digging in with no regard for manners or common decency.
As she makes a mess of herself, her dress, and the table surrounding the disasters area that was once the table upon which she had taken her meal, Illya seems more then a bit lonely.
She had become used to eating with others, and even being fed on occasion, to be alone like this was a terrible feeling. Enough so to make Illya stop eating entirely, and begin pouting like the small-child whose identity she had assumed some years ago.]
[Having finished eating, Illya finally comes to rest in the 38th floor lounge. Tired from a long day of walking all over the tower, she now sits in a soft chair and sleepily plays with her stuffed animal.
After awhile, as the lids of her eyes begin to grow heavy with the weight of the day behind her, she begins to nod off and eventually falls into a full fledged slumber.]
Setting: The dormitories, the cafeteria, the 38th floor lounge, anywhere else.
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Illya has been in the towers for nearly two decades and, having had most of her hopes and dreams broken into a million pieces, has reverted to the personality of a small child to cope with the stress.
Warnings: None
[With the dawn of another day, Illya rises from bed with a sigh. It had been many years since any glimmer of hope had been extinguished in her youthful eyes, leaving the girl who had once been the very image of self-reliance and energy had now only exists as a shell of her former self who mannerisms and personality recall her days spent in a snowy castle hidden deep in the German countryside. Indeed, She had thought she would die long ago and join her father in the hereafter, being forced to live on in a state of stagnation was simply to much for to take. To bury the pain of being in such a sad state, Illya has hidden herself behind the facade of a small girl who desires only for others to stand and her side and say that everything will be OK.
After rising and clumsily dressing herself for the day ahead, Illya, a stuffed animal held close to her heart, leaves her room and sets out with the hope of finding someone to play with and stave off the pain in her heart for one more day.]
[Illya's trip eventually takes her to the cafeteria where she, with great difficulty, manages to procure food for herself. Taking her meal to a table to eat, she sits for a short while before digging in with no regard for manners or common decency.
As she makes a mess of herself, her dress, and the table surrounding the disasters area that was once the table upon which she had taken her meal, Illya seems more then a bit lonely.
She had become used to eating with others, and even being fed on occasion, to be alone like this was a terrible feeling. Enough so to make Illya stop eating entirely, and begin pouting like the small-child whose identity she had assumed some years ago.]
[Having finished eating, Illya finally comes to rest in the 38th floor lounge. Tired from a long day of walking all over the tower, she now sits in a soft chair and sleepily plays with her stuffed animal.
After awhile, as the lids of her eyes begin to grow heavy with the weight of the day behind her, she begins to nod off and eventually falls into a full fledged slumber.]
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And I'm sure Shirou would be proud of me!
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I know, There's no point any way.
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Now, now, dry those tears. It will get better. There are other men and you are a beautiful young woman. And if any of them hurt you, I shall kill them once as a warning to never do it again.
[Best not!father, right?]
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I don't think you'll have to kill them.
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Besides, they will get better and wiser for it.
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Oh ok...
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Here. Allow me to tuck you in.
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Night, Saber. Could you tell my mommy good night to? I'd really appreciate it.
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I shall. Sleep well, Illyasviel.
[Her hand smooths the girl's hair out before she takes her leave, making sure the door is properly shut.]