towerofanimus | ~1st Solo~

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~1st Solo~

Characters: Kurt // open to everyone
Setting: Room 01-14, lower floors
Format: Action
Summary: Kurt has awoken in his room. He is not best pleased.
Warnings: None, at the moment~

[Well, it is. And at the moment, standing and examining the orange collar in great detail is pretty much all that's keeping Kurt from panicking.

The world's been destroyed? That's impossible. It's the only world there is, so if it's destroyed, then where is Kurt now? Some sort of afterlife, reserved for cynical atheistic teenage boys?]

At least I'll have something in common with the people here. [Kurt mumbles, giving up on trying to figure out the orange (ug) collar's purpose. After a moment of rummaging through his trunk, he finds his knee-length leopard print cardigan, which is at least somewhat better than the skintight white jumpsuit. He wraps it tightly around himself, hesitating at the door for a moment before poking his head out and looking up and down the hall.]

...hello? Anyone there?

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—Hm?

[And Hidetoshi, who had rounding the corner of the hallway and walking down it, notices the new face poking his head cautiously out of one of the dormitory doors and looking up and down the hall before calling out uncertainly. That's... Another new arrival, he assumes. So, Kurt, there's a fellow teenager with an orange collar of his own clamped around his neck, dark gray hair and dressed in a school uniform pausing before continuing to walk towards you. Wryly;]

Why yes, there is somebody here.

[Despite the fact that Kurt was really hoping he wasn't the only one in this place, he still jumps about a mile at the response, fumbling with the door, then placing a hand over his heart in a somewhat melodramatic gesture of shock.]

You scared me. [It's slightly more accusation than statement, but only slightly.]

[Hidetoshi stops a polite distance away from the other boy, close enough to easily hold a conversation but no more. He lifts one of his eyebrows upward, arms stiff at his sides.]

Really? Sorry. [Yeah, not exactly bothered by that vaguely accusatory tone of voice or kinda exaggerated gesture of shock, just acknowledging he said it at all. Without waiting for a response to that, he continues;] I take you're a new arrival?

[Kurt straightens up a little, smoothing his cardigan and his hair, he primping distracting him from just how crazy this entire thing is.] I am, yes. You don't seem surprised.

I have no reason to be. Waves of newcomers to this place aren't exactly unexpected. [Happened every monthly or so after all. Hidetoshi gave him a measuring glance, his face expressionless before speaking.]

Well, I'd say welcome to the Tower of Animus but this isn't a very welcoming place.

...you mean this happens all the time? Are we being harvested? Oh my god, it's like that awful Tom Cruise movie. We're all going to be processed and turned into bloody seaweed.

[Kurt is going to slump onto the floor now, not without quite a bit of melodrama.]

[... Is he like that German exchange student. And which awful Tom Cruise movie, there are many Tom Cruise movies and not all of them are localized into Japan. Hidetoshi doesn't care for the melodrama before him.]

No, apparently our worlds are being annihilated all the time. [Do you hear his skepticism regarding this so-called fact. There was evidence that proved it correct, like people returning to their ruined home worlds and then coming back to the Tower with confirmation of the desolation, but he preferred to hold onto a bit of optimism.] You received that letter from the administration, correct? They claim they saved us from the destruction of our worlds, and brought us here.

Edited 2013-02-04 05:21 (UTC)

That is completely ridiculous. [Apparently Kurt recovers from bouts of melodrama really...really quickly. He's already standing up, knee-length leopard sweater swishing around him as he smooths the front of his jumpsuit.] There is one world. One. Un. If it's destroyed, where are we?

...obviously this is a social experiment of some kind.

You don't place any stock in the multiverse theory then?

[Hidetoshi crosses his arms across his chest, his stance firm but largely passive. It goes without saying this was ridiculous, but he had been used to thinking of the entire affair as mundane in a sense.] Fine. I've already informed you, but I will repeat myself; we are currently within the Tower of Animus, a nasty place where the administration runs monthly unethical experiments on the population of residents and feeds us terrible food. I highly doubt you're from whatever dimension it's in.

... [Newbies. :|] Incorrect.