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towerofanimus2013-02-21 03:23 pm
caliginous) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-21 03:23 pm
Entry tags:
[S] Karkat: Descend
Characters: Karkat Vantas [AU1] and his roommates
Setting: Room 01-12
Format: Either
Summary: Karkat is exceedingly finished with this Tower.
Warnings: tbd
[Its easily mid-day when Karkat bursts into the room. After being in the Tower for nearly a sweep, he had since adjusted to a more human sleep schedule, though to say he was a morning person would have been a stretch. When he enters the room, he's an absolute mess -- obviously something had managed to chase him back to the room as there was yet another slash of claws that had gone straight down to the skin of his left arm.
His lip was also bleeding, no doubt due to him biting it somewhere along the line with those hideous little spiderfangs of his. He's not quiet about his arrival, flinging his sickle to the foot of his bed with an angry flick, pulling his jacket off in one practiced fell swoop to throw that at his pillow. He doesn't even flinch when it pulls at the slice on his arm.]
I am so fucking sick of this shithole. I'm sick of these floors. I'm sick of these god damn windowlicking, sludgesniffing administrators who couldn't justify their way out of a wet brown paper holding recepticle. I. Hate. EVERYTHING.
[He then kicks open his trunk to dig for a change of clothes, momentarily ignoring any protests in regards to his volume.]
Setting: Room 01-12
Format: Either
Summary: Karkat is exceedingly finished with this Tower.
Warnings: tbd
[Its easily mid-day when Karkat bursts into the room. After being in the Tower for nearly a sweep, he had since adjusted to a more human sleep schedule, though to say he was a morning person would have been a stretch. When he enters the room, he's an absolute mess -- obviously something had managed to chase him back to the room as there was yet another slash of claws that had gone straight down to the skin of his left arm.
His lip was also bleeding, no doubt due to him biting it somewhere along the line with those hideous little spiderfangs of his. He's not quiet about his arrival, flinging his sickle to the foot of his bed with an angry flick, pulling his jacket off in one practiced fell swoop to throw that at his pillow. He doesn't even flinch when it pulls at the slice on his arm.]
I am so fucking sick of this shithole. I'm sick of these floors. I'm sick of these god damn windowlicking, sludgesniffing administrators who couldn't justify their way out of a wet brown paper holding recepticle. I. Hate. EVERYTHING.
[He then kicks open his trunk to dig for a change of clothes, momentarily ignoring any protests in regards to his volume.]
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[He falls quiet for a moment so he can rip the bandages with his teeth.]
No point in wasting my energy.
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{Half sarcastic, half actual question. Seriously, they'd been here the same amount of time, and...]
Not exactly much productivity to actually do most days in and out.
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I have a bunch of pickle-panned helpless morons to look after instead.
[Despite the fact that he sounds fairly exhausted when he says it, it appears to be an endearing statement.]
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What, so you're on babysitting duty? [Endearing statement or not, Jin's sounded like there was a laugh behind it.] Cute. You gonna let them learn to walk soon?