~1st Solo~

[canthaveme]

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?

Comments

[thebigsister]

I'm pretty sure mostly everyone here isn't, but unfortunately you won't be able to eat anything else until you've eaten the oatmeal.

[Eleanor shrugs, long limbs hanging almost listlessly as she does.]

It's a bit of a bummer, really, but only a small inconvenience in comparison to everything else.

[canthaveme]

...everything else?

[thebigsister]

...you're gonna die. A lot.

[canthaveme]

[He turns very, very pale at this.] ..I'm going to...to what?

[thebigsister]

Die.

[There goes Eleanor tilting her head to the side a little.]

It's not that bad though. It beats having them playing with your head, and you just wake up back here the next day.

[If you could see her face, you'd know she's smiling. As it is, her tone carry it a little.]

You get used to it, I suppose.

[canthaveme]

....can I stay in my room? Is that an option? I-I'm not particularly fond of the idea of dying...

[thebigsister]

I don't really think anyone is, really. Fond of dying, I mean. Just because you come back the next day doesn't mean the actual dying is pleasant.

[Eleanor shifts her posture, arms hanging listlessly at her sides.]

Wouldn't that feel like you're in a cell? Besides you'll eventually need to eat and the cafeteria is all the way at the bottom. Wouldn't staying in your room be boring?

[canthaveme]

...how many times have you...d-died?

[thebigsister]

Four.

[Eleanor shrugs.]

Can't say I enjoyed any of them, either.

[canthaveme]

Oh.

[Then, attempting to make a joke --] You look good for having died four times.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor tilts her head in that weird, almost impossible angle again, before she giggles. It's rather girlish.]

Apparently! I'm pretty sturdy, even if I don't look like it.

[canthaveme]

[Sliiiightly nervous laugh.] Perhaps I ought to stick by you.

[thebigsister]

You can if you want.

[Eleanor shrugs.]

I don't mind the company, but I usually explore about, so you wouldn't get to stay in your room.