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towerofanimus2013-02-08 10:39 am
acceptedoblivion) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-08 10:39 am
Entry tags:
002 | ❝Don't pretend...❞
Characters: [ou] Riku Replica and you!
Setting: Option 1: Floor 62, backdated to February 6th; option 2: Floor 78
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Repliku found floor 96 on accident and left in a hurry when he realized what was going on. Breakdowns ensue.
Warnings: Possible violent reactions.
Option 1 - Floor 62
[This wasn't the first time he'd wandered into a situation and come to find that he couldn't remember what happened. On the contrary, it was the second or maybe third. He couldn't recall anymore, even as he fled first the castle he wanted to never see again, then that floor. Why, why did he hate it though? Why did he have a bad feeling about all this?
What does he even do with these feelings that he can't shake?
He has no idea how long or how far he ran, only that for some reason, the sound of the waves of this floor seemed calming to him. Maybe he'd heard the sound somewhere before...? No, that didn't sound right. He'd only been in one place before now, hadn't h-
I always wondered why we're here, on this island. Suppose there are other worlds... how did we end up on this one?
... Did he say that? It didn't feel right. With a frustrated sigh, he walked to the water's edge, but didn't step into the artificial sea. Just watched the tide come in and out. For once, he felt calm. He didn't need to worry about things- Wait, what things? What was it that he needed to remember? And why did it hurt that he didn't?
'Maybe it's better that I don't remember...'
What would I want with a heart of a loser?!
His eyes widen, knees buckling underneath him as they hit the sand and hands went to his forehead. What-?
Like everything else, Namine will erase the memory of me knocking you flat... and implant the prettiest memories. So what if they're all lies?
N-no... NOOOOOOOOOOO!
If anyone should come close, they'll likely hear him muttering something unintelligible, the only thing understandable being:]
"No, stop. This isn't...
[Life sucks. Why can't he just stay faded away?]
Option 2 - floor 78, everywhere and anywhere
[It took a while for him to calm down, and thinking back on it, made a note to stay the hell away from floor 96 for his own sanity... or whatever's left of it. Still, it wasn't going to stop him from wandering and exploring the rest of the tower. When he got to the mailroom, however, he was surprised that he was handed a key to one of them. Wha-?
Then he saw which number mailbox it was for.
... He throws it across the room, before storming out. Nope, he can't handle it. But do you return the key to him? Or simply come across him somewhere else in the tower after?]
Setting: Option 1: Floor 62, backdated to February 6th; option 2: Floor 78
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Repliku found floor 96 on accident and left in a hurry when he realized what was going on. Breakdowns ensue.
Warnings: Possible violent reactions.
Option 1 - Floor 62
[This wasn't the first time he'd wandered into a situation and come to find that he couldn't remember what happened. On the contrary, it was the second or maybe third. He couldn't recall anymore, even as he fled first the castle he wanted to never see again, then that floor. Why, why did he hate it though? Why did he have a bad feeling about all this?
What does he even do with these feelings that he can't shake?
He has no idea how long or how far he ran, only that for some reason, the sound of the waves of this floor seemed calming to him. Maybe he'd heard the sound somewhere before...? No, that didn't sound right. He'd only been in one place before now, hadn't h-
... Did he say that? It didn't feel right. With a frustrated sigh, he walked to the water's edge, but didn't step into the artificial sea. Just watched the tide come in and out. For once, he felt calm. He didn't need to worry about things- Wait, what things? What was it that he needed to remember? And why did it hurt that he didn't?
'Maybe it's better that I don't remember...'
His eyes widen, knees buckling underneath him as they hit the sand and hands went to his forehead. What-?
N-no... NOOOOOOOOOOO!
If anyone should come close, they'll likely hear him muttering something unintelligible, the only thing understandable being:]
"No, stop. This isn't...
[Life sucks. Why can't he just stay faded away?]
Option 2 - floor 78, everywhere and anywhere
[It took a while for him to calm down, and thinking back on it, made a note to stay the hell away from floor 96 for his own sanity... or whatever's left of it. Still, it wasn't going to stop him from wandering and exploring the rest of the tower. When he got to the mailroom, however, he was surprised that he was handed a key to one of them. Wha-?
Then he saw which number mailbox it was for.
... He throws it across the room, before storming out. Nope, he can't handle it. But do you return the key to him? Or simply come across him somewhere else in the tower after?]
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seems like a legit way to do it but don't tell him ffff]Nah. I'll be fine.