Ken Hidaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
moonbound) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
towerofanimus2013-01-21 11:01 am
moonbound) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-21 11:01 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Characters: Ken Hidaka and Aya Fujimiya (AU1), open if you want I suppose.
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Action
Summary: During the event, Aya finds Ken--who he has thought long dead. Werewolves don't live forever, after all. Ken would protest, but he's too tired. Fifty or so years of the Tower would wear on anyone.
Anyone else who wants to bother him will find Ken sleeping and/or rather hard to carry on a conversation with.
Warnings: Angst angst angst. Also backdating.
[There were times where Ken felt a hell of a lot older than he actually was. Those times got more and more common as he grew older--his 75th birthday (he thought) had just passed, but he felt like a wolf three times that age. Injuries badly healed, the mental toll of dying--and seeing those he cared about killed--multiple times, dozens of times, and the sheer defeatism of not finding a way out of this place in all that time had combined to utterly drain him.
Why make the effort anymore?
Most of Ken's time these days was spent either sleeping or wandering aimlessly about the Tower on four paws, spending as much time as he could in the floors where he didn't feel so confined--forest, meadow, anywhere he could forget there were walls keeping him here for just a while. At the moment, he was lying in the middle of the meadow floor, a giant ball of sleeping fur.]
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Action
Summary: During the event, Aya finds Ken--who he has thought long dead. Werewolves don't live forever, after all. Ken would protest, but he's too tired. Fifty or so years of the Tower would wear on anyone.
Anyone else who wants to bother him will find Ken sleeping and/or rather hard to carry on a conversation with.
Warnings: Angst angst angst. Also backdating.
[There were times where Ken felt a hell of a lot older than he actually was. Those times got more and more common as he grew older--his 75th birthday (he thought) had just passed, but he felt like a wolf three times that age. Injuries badly healed, the mental toll of dying--and seeing those he cared about killed--multiple times, dozens of times, and the sheer defeatism of not finding a way out of this place in all that time had combined to utterly drain him.
Why make the effort anymore?
Most of Ken's time these days was spent either sleeping or wandering aimlessly about the Tower on four paws, spending as much time as he could in the floors where he didn't feel so confined--forest, meadow, anywhere he could forget there were walls keeping him here for just a while. At the moment, he was lying in the middle of the meadow floor, a giant ball of sleeping fur.]