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towerofanimus2011-09-21 11:02 pm
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I have not been abandoned
Characters: Beck and open!
Setting: Room 1-19, and the dorm levels in general
Format: Prose to start but I’ll match either!
Summary: Beck is just waking up, and all of that good freaking out stuff.
Warnings: Uuuuhm, idk? Nothing, I don’t think.
The sleep paralysis was anything but comforting. Beck didn’t like the feeling, especially not after everything that had happened lately. What she didn’t like even more though? Was opening her eyes and realizing that she wasn’t in her room in Mosaic. She wasn’t sure what this place was, but it wasn’t home. She was still dressed in her clothes-sweatpants, shoes, tank top and hoodie, but there was also the fact that she was pretty sure she was wearing a collar now. That was not part of her normal attire.
Things were only bound to get worse when she sat up and noticed the two letters. At first, as she read first one and then the other, she wasn’t sure what to think. Her chest hurt, and she was sure this had to be some kind of really not funny practical joke. There was no way her world-the world-had been destroyed. She’d just finished helping save it, she could still feel the lingering soreness from that last hit she’d taken, the bolt of lightning or whatever it had been exactly-she hadn’t actually thought much after all, just acted.
So no, all things considered, she wasn’t going to believe this. She couldn’t. Not until she found someone, talked to someone. She couldn’t believe it because…she didn’t know what she would do.
“Hello?” She pushed herself off the bed with the slightest of winces, moving across the room, to the door, out into the hall. Everything was unfamiliar-had she just been kidnapped? Had someone managed to break into Mosaic? “Hello?” She called louder this time, pushing down panic and unease as best as possible.
Setting: Room 1-19, and the dorm levels in general
Format: Prose to start but I’ll match either!
Summary: Beck is just waking up, and all of that good freaking out stuff.
Warnings: Uuuuhm, idk? Nothing, I don’t think.
The sleep paralysis was anything but comforting. Beck didn’t like the feeling, especially not after everything that had happened lately. What she didn’t like even more though? Was opening her eyes and realizing that she wasn’t in her room in Mosaic. She wasn’t sure what this place was, but it wasn’t home. She was still dressed in her clothes-sweatpants, shoes, tank top and hoodie, but there was also the fact that she was pretty sure she was wearing a collar now. That was not part of her normal attire.
Things were only bound to get worse when she sat up and noticed the two letters. At first, as she read first one and then the other, she wasn’t sure what to think. Her chest hurt, and she was sure this had to be some kind of really not funny practical joke. There was no way her world-the world-had been destroyed. She’d just finished helping save it, she could still feel the lingering soreness from that last hit she’d taken, the bolt of lightning or whatever it had been exactly-she hadn’t actually thought much after all, just acted.
So no, all things considered, she wasn’t going to believe this. She couldn’t. Not until she found someone, talked to someone. She couldn’t believe it because…she didn’t know what she would do.
“Hello?” She pushed herself off the bed with the slightest of winces, moving across the room, to the door, out into the hall. Everything was unfamiliar-had she just been kidnapped? Had someone managed to break into Mosaic? “Hello?” She called louder this time, pushing down panic and unease as best as possible.

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"Hello, miss. You just got here?"
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"It seems that way, yes," he said. "This is the Tower--or that's what we're calling it. I don't know if it has any other name."
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"How do they expect us to be happy here? I would have rather died with everyone else than be here knowing it's all gone."
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"They've got to have some reason for bringing people here...probably not a good reason." Past experience said it likely wasn't good, at least. "And what's with the collars?"
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He touched his own violet-tinged collar lightly. That he could almost believe; he shouldn't be alive, by all rights. His world was destroyed, his people dead. He didn't exist anymore, not really. He was something akin to a ghost, or maybe a zombie. It wasn't a pleasant thoguht.
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"Huh. Alright, I can but that, at least." It could be worse than a collar, it could be...well, she couldn't think of anything worse than her world being destroyed at the moment. Later, who knew what would happen though. Maybe...maybe there would even be someone she knew here.
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He wouldn't be alive if all his people were dead. That knowledge, or hope, kept him at least somewhat upbeat. If everyone was dead, he would be too.
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