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towerofanimus2013-02-04 04:27 pm
boxingemperor) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-04 04:27 pm
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Characters: Akihiko and You (Open)
Setting: Cafeteria, Floors 22 and 25
Format: Whatever floats your boat
Summary: Akihiko's back from his dead world, getting back into the swing of tower life and a little unsure what to think about the experience.
Warnings: None at the moment
Cafeteria
There wasn't a lot of food to be found in the ruins of his world, and he's lost some weight from lack of nourishment. Most everything he ate was in a can or vacuum-sealed. Everything full of preservatives and cold.
It's fortunate that the cafeteria has a somewhat normal menu upon his return. It's not good for his regiment to eat so much, but letting go one time can't hurt, especially after what happened.
Hell, he can even tolerate the candy hearts that seem to have ended up into everything.
Floor 22
Akihiko's nothing of an art critic, but today the gallery catches his interest, as he catches a glance of a painting depicting children playing together in a room. There are two boys and a little girl in it, one boy and the girl with short, fair hair and the other dark brown. Their faces are turned away from the the viewer.
As he goes to leave, another work catches his eye. It consists of orange and red lengths of yarn glued in shapes to a collage of brick textures that look like they've been cut out of a home improvement catalog. In fact, closer examination of the cutouts shows white space from around the images, and their glossy feel is the same as magazine paper. It wouldn't be so horrific if the yarn hadn't been adhered to the canvas in the shape of flames. That and the piece kind of smells like smoke...
The art is so unsettling but he can't pull himself away just yet.
Floor 25
Nobody seems to besleeping in the meadow, so Akihiko decides to do a few practice maneuvers here. It's the closest thing to a pleasant day outside he can get anymore.
He wouldn't be against someone wanting to join him, to spar or even just talk.
Setting: Cafeteria, Floors 22 and 25
Format: Whatever floats your boat
Summary: Akihiko's back from his dead world, getting back into the swing of tower life and a little unsure what to think about the experience.
Warnings: None at the moment
Cafeteria
There wasn't a lot of food to be found in the ruins of his world, and he's lost some weight from lack of nourishment. Most everything he ate was in a can or vacuum-sealed. Everything full of preservatives and cold.
It's fortunate that the cafeteria has a somewhat normal menu upon his return. It's not good for his regiment to eat so much, but letting go one time can't hurt, especially after what happened.
Hell, he can even tolerate the candy hearts that seem to have ended up into everything.
Floor 22
Akihiko's nothing of an art critic, but today the gallery catches his interest, as he catches a glance of a painting depicting children playing together in a room. There are two boys and a little girl in it, one boy and the girl with short, fair hair and the other dark brown. Their faces are turned away from the the viewer.
As he goes to leave, another work catches his eye. It consists of orange and red lengths of yarn glued in shapes to a collage of brick textures that look like they've been cut out of a home improvement catalog. In fact, closer examination of the cutouts shows white space from around the images, and their glossy feel is the same as magazine paper. It wouldn't be so horrific if the yarn hadn't been adhered to the canvas in the shape of flames. That and the piece kind of smells like smoke...
The art is so unsettling but he can't pull himself away just yet.
Floor 25
Nobody seems to be
He wouldn't be against someone wanting to join him, to spar or even just talk.
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He's never seen her around before, but from the way she's dressed, they at least have something in common.
"Hope you don't mind me being here."
He continues throwing punches and jabs at a non-existent opponent.
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If she had made any effort at being quiet and unseen, she'd have observed without him knowing for awhile. Since this was the Tower though and she wasn't Turk-ing, Siira hadn't bothered. And if he was going to continue practicing, she was going to continue watching. The martial artist could stand to skip practicing once if only to see how someone else fought.
"Not bad."
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"You know about boxing?"
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Down in the slums of Midgar, most people had relied purely on brutish strength. That's why she had survived, because she knew how to use that against them and things had only gotten better from their. Boxing wasn't brutish though, there was skill to it.
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