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towerofanimus2013-03-01 01:34 pm
knightime) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-01 01:34 pm
Entry tags:
At least I’m not as sad as I used to be
Characters: Dave Strider and Open to anyone
Setting: Various places in the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: February was not a good month at all in the end. He's really starting to feel it too.
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, unhappy teenager
[1-04]
If you happen to be a roommate of Dave or happen to frequent his room, he hasn't exactly left his bed in awhile. He's probably been lying in it for over 24 hours at this point. Probably longer. After waking up again, his first reaction was to actually get up and do something, but he had to sit out the sleep paralysis. Fifty minutes was a really long time. And by the time those fifty minutes had came and went, Dave had let everything sink in. From Valentine's Day to what happened in the Administrator areas to all the fighting when the dark mist was about. By the time he could sit up again, he realized that he honestly really didn't want too.
That was awhile ago and he honestly should get out of bed. At the very least, he sat up. That's a start.
[Dormitory Levels]
Finally getting out of bed, you might catch Dave in the dormitory levels. He seems to linger on the fourth floor for a bit. At some point, he stops to look at the name plaques of room 4-14 before trudging off with his shoulders slumped.
He isn't too surprised that more people he cared about have left the Tower.
[Floor 94]
It's really easy to ignore everything around you when you're engrossed in what you're doing. Dave has been quite busy since arriving on this floor. He's got film he hadn't had time to develop, but he's doing that right now. And there's prints he needs to make.
There's something a little therapeutic about the process of developing prints. Or maybe that's just all the chemicals speaking.
But it keeps his mind off things for a little bit, and he's honestly missed being able to do this. He's kind of glad the Tower at least gave them this floor, even if the things around him are kind of really unsettling.
[Graveyard]
Dave always travels to this floor. Usually to drop flowers off at certain graveyards. It's a rather useless endeavor probably, but it also gives him something to do. This time though?
He seems to be searching around the tombstones. Looking for a specific name this time. He searches through the rows until finally stopping at one. He kneels in front of it, dusting it off a bit. Just another one to join the graveyard. At the very least, these are empty. He thinks he kind of prefers that. The name John Egbert are engraved in this one. He tapes a photo of them to it before standing upright again. Whether or not the photo won't disappear isn't really a problem. He'll have an identical photo taped to his wall anyways.
He peruses through the rest of the tombstones before he heads back out.
[Cafeteria]
He thinks he's got a lot done as of today. Well, no he doesn't, but he's made progress as far as not lying in bed all day.
Dave will just be sitting on his own. He doesn't have any food in front of him (he considered it but he's not quite feeling the whole eating food thing right this instance). But he has a couple of cups of apple juice in front of him. Maybe more than he really should have gotten. Maybe he's trying to find out if you can OD on apple juice. This is a thought that might have occurred but that's honestly a stupid thought so he stopped thinking it. Once in awhile, he'll glance around to see who's in the cafeteria, but not really make a move to make small talk.
Setting: Various places in the Tower
Format: Either
Summary: February was not a good month at all in the end. He's really starting to feel it too.
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, unhappy teenager
[1-04]
If you happen to be a roommate of Dave or happen to frequent his room, he hasn't exactly left his bed in awhile. He's probably been lying in it for over 24 hours at this point. Probably longer. After waking up again, his first reaction was to actually get up and do something, but he had to sit out the sleep paralysis. Fifty minutes was a really long time. And by the time those fifty minutes had came and went, Dave had let everything sink in. From Valentine's Day to what happened in the Administrator areas to all the fighting when the dark mist was about. By the time he could sit up again, he realized that he honestly really didn't want too.
That was awhile ago and he honestly should get out of bed. At the very least, he sat up. That's a start.
[Dormitory Levels]
Finally getting out of bed, you might catch Dave in the dormitory levels. He seems to linger on the fourth floor for a bit. At some point, he stops to look at the name plaques of room 4-14 before trudging off with his shoulders slumped.
He isn't too surprised that more people he cared about have left the Tower.
[Floor 94]
It's really easy to ignore everything around you when you're engrossed in what you're doing. Dave has been quite busy since arriving on this floor. He's got film he hadn't had time to develop, but he's doing that right now. And there's prints he needs to make.
There's something a little therapeutic about the process of developing prints. Or maybe that's just all the chemicals speaking.
But it keeps his mind off things for a little bit, and he's honestly missed being able to do this. He's kind of glad the Tower at least gave them this floor, even if the things around him are kind of really unsettling.
[Graveyard]
Dave always travels to this floor. Usually to drop flowers off at certain graveyards. It's a rather useless endeavor probably, but it also gives him something to do. This time though?
He seems to be searching around the tombstones. Looking for a specific name this time. He searches through the rows until finally stopping at one. He kneels in front of it, dusting it off a bit. Just another one to join the graveyard. At the very least, these are empty. He thinks he kind of prefers that. The name John Egbert are engraved in this one. He tapes a photo of them to it before standing upright again. Whether or not the photo won't disappear isn't really a problem. He'll have an identical photo taped to his wall anyways.
He peruses through the rest of the tombstones before he heads back out.
[Cafeteria]
He thinks he's got a lot done as of today. Well, no he doesn't, but he's made progress as far as not lying in bed all day.
Dave will just be sitting on his own. He doesn't have any food in front of him (he considered it but he's not quite feeling the whole eating food thing right this instance). But he has a couple of cups of apple juice in front of him. Maybe more than he really should have gotten. Maybe he's trying to find out if you can OD on apple juice. This is a thought that might have occurred but that's honestly a stupid thought so he stopped thinking it. Once in awhile, he'll glance around to see who's in the cafeteria, but not really make a move to make small talk.
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Dave, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either you tell me what happened and how that makes you feel or I bring out Elliot to drag you bodily to the nearest therapy couch and you tell me what's up anyway.
[Don't think he won't.]
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Dude. No. You are not going psycho on me. That's a thing that Rose does and is not a thing that you do, so cut it out. Nothing happened. You're making a huge deal out of nothing. There will be no need to drag me to a therapy couch and ask me how I feel. Nope. All that is happening is you're accosting me for no reason. I don't even know what's making you think something happened.
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[Just what you needed, am I right Dave? A best bro who's learning the art of mind games and a sister who's learning the art of pranking. Man, this is what you've needed all your life.]
But I am not accosting you for no reason. You slipped up and now you're obviously trying to cover up what you said because you don't want to talk about it. Which obviously means that you need to because even with no knowledge of psychobabble, anyone with half a brain knows that that's the number one taletell sign of a person who needs to talk. Give me some credit here, Dave.
Now I could let you off easy and say that you don't have to talk to ME about it if you don't want to, so long as you talk to SOMEBODY about it but I know you won't do that. I haven't been here very long but there is one thing that I have already learned and that is that you can't afford to keep shit bottled up here.
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[He will punch you in the dick if you actually do that though.]
If I'm not willing to talk about it to you, then I'm not really gonna talk about it with anyone else? It's my problem and I can deal with it. Short version is I got rejected. That's all. That's what this huge deal is about. I didn't end up with the girl I wanted.
Can we move on? February just sucked. I don't think anyone else had a good February, so let's pretend it didn't happen. Feburary? There is no Feburary.
And I've been bottling a years worth of bullcrap from this Tower. You don't always really have people you can talk to about it.