Kirika Yuumura [Noir] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2013-01-16 11:26 am
carrythesin) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-16 11:26 am
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Characters: Kirika and YOU
Setting: 3-07 to halloways, Worshop, Aquarium, and anywhere.
Format:Pros first, but will match.
Summary: It's been 10 years for Kirika. She looks like she's 25 (10 years as a clone)., and married. Taking pictures, painting, making handmade guns, and cooking. She continues to live a peaceful life in this hell hole.
Warnings: Only if she has a gun.
[3-07 to hallways]
After Kirika had woken up, she tossed her army vest on over her long sleeves. The skirts she once wore were tossed in the trunk. She felt pants were more flexible to move around in. She checked her hand and made sure the ring was there. She smiled, it was a reminder of a fortunate life she was given. After she was set, she pulled her handmade rifle from between her night table and her bed. It was better to hunt early in the morning. Next question in mind, what would Rolo like to eat?
[Floor 15: Workshop]
If Kirika wasn't painting then she was building something, mostly hand made guns. Even if there were lack of tools, she would use them to an advantage. The staple gun was one example. Tacks worked very well too as ammunition, and the workshop was full of them. The only downfall was these handmade can break easily. It was wood, not metal. After Kirika has finished one rifle, she pulled out her camera and skimmed through the pictures. Most of her pictures were random people, close families, and anything around the tower. She continued with this for a while.
[Floor 10: Aquarium]
Every time when she wondered in the aquarium, she had always wondered about the fish. Were they transported here for the same reason? Did they ever saw the sky? Was the ocean their sky? In a sense, she felt the fish here were the same as her. She would trace her fingers against the surface of the water and dipped them occasionally. Her camera was held on the other hand just in case if one would swim close to her. Sometimes she would take pictures of some from a good distance. Long as it had colors, that's all it mattered.
Setting: 3-07 to halloways, Worshop, Aquarium, and anywhere.
Format:Pros first, but will match.
Summary: It's been 10 years for Kirika. She looks like she's 25 (10 years as a clone)., and married. Taking pictures, painting, making handmade guns, and cooking. She continues to live a peaceful life in this hell hole.
Warnings: Only if she has a gun.
[3-07 to hallways]
After Kirika had woken up, she tossed her army vest on over her long sleeves. The skirts she once wore were tossed in the trunk. She felt pants were more flexible to move around in. She checked her hand and made sure the ring was there. She smiled, it was a reminder of a fortunate life she was given. After she was set, she pulled her handmade rifle from between her night table and her bed. It was better to hunt early in the morning. Next question in mind, what would Rolo like to eat?
[Floor 15: Workshop]
If Kirika wasn't painting then she was building something, mostly hand made guns. Even if there were lack of tools, she would use them to an advantage. The staple gun was one example. Tacks worked very well too as ammunition, and the workshop was full of them. The only downfall was these handmade can break easily. It was wood, not metal. After Kirika has finished one rifle, she pulled out her camera and skimmed through the pictures. Most of her pictures were random people, close families, and anything around the tower. She continued with this for a while.
[Floor 10: Aquarium]
Every time when she wondered in the aquarium, she had always wondered about the fish. Were they transported here for the same reason? Did they ever saw the sky? Was the ocean their sky? In a sense, she felt the fish here were the same as her. She would trace her fingers against the surface of the water and dipped them occasionally. Her camera was held on the other hand just in case if one would swim close to her. Sometimes she would take pictures of some from a good distance. Long as it had colors, that's all it mattered.
[Hallways]
"Good morning, love."
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He smiled then glanced quickly to make sure there was no one else in the hallway, before gently sweeping a hand under her chin to tip it lightly upwards so he could kiss her properly. It was so cruel that they had to sleep in separate rooms.
Your husband is now making out with you in the hallway, Kirika~ ♥no subject
Rolo, you bad you.~ ♥Kirika's head followed as he leaned closer to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She ruffled some ends of his hair while they kissed.
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You say it as if you don't like it~ :3cAnd he put her arms round her waist and back to pull her closer as he kissed her deeply.
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o///o Nuuuuuuu~And deeply she did as well, tongue lashing and all. It lasted for a couple minutes before Kirika withdrew her head with a smile. If she was tall enough, she would of had her nose touched his.
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