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towerofanimus2013-03-06 10:38 pm
bytheirhand) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-06 10:38 pm
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Characters: Czeslaw Meyer and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-08 and floors 1, 5, 14 & 22
Format: Starting with action, but I'll follow your lead!
Summary: Czes wakes up, is overjoyed to learn that his world has been destroyed and proceeds to explore the tower!
Warnings: Being Czeslaw is suffering. There's a bit of blood and gore in the first cut and more will likely be present in the comments. I'll update this as needed.
Room 3-08
[The last thing Czes remembered was being dragged along the train tracks and getting his limbs shaved off one at a time. He lost consciousness a little bit after he'd been secured to the underside of the train. So when he woke up it wasn't the sleep paralysis that got his attention -- he didn't expect to be able to move, after all. What he noticed was that he was in one piece again and, more importantly, he wasn't on the train anymore.
Correction. He wasn't under the train anymore.
So where was he?
As soon as he's able to move he pulls himself off the bed. Not content in staying in such strange clothing his first priority was to find proper attire. Thankfully, it wasn't difficult to find and minutes later he's dressed and far more comfortable.
Next on the list was the note on the nightstand that caught his eye. He climbs back on the bed, reaching over to grab the paper and carefully unfolding it.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
His world was... gone?]
Wha... what?
Floor One
[Eat the oatmeal, they said. It'll be good for you, they said. You need to eat it if you want to be able to eat anything else.
A half hour later and he was no closer to finishing it. He sits at the table, arms folded over his chest, lip sticking out in a furious pout. There had to be a way around eating this god awful concoction.]
Floor Five
[He must have looked ten times by now. His world. Dead. Destroyed. Gone. He couldn't believe it at first, it seemed so unreal. But... there it was.
Everyone was dead.
Everyone was dead. Everyone who could hurt him was gone. He was safe. He was safe.
He steps away from the viewing station, hiccuping as tears stream down his face. They were all dead.]
Floor Fourteen
[He's been to a movie theater before, but these screens were just... so small in comparison! There was just so much here that he'd never seen before! He wanders around the room with a childlike curiosity -- pressing buttons to see what they do, picking up controllers and remotes and fiddling with them, rifling through the selection of DVDs and video games with a small sense of awe.
There's a good chance he might accidentally shut of the TV, or stop the movie you were so close to the end of, or reset the game you were playing for hours just before you had a chance to save.
Whoops.]
Floor Twenty-Two
[Czes finds himself spending a good deal of time on this floor. There's a surprising amount of artwork that he recognizes lining the walls. It was almost strange to see a little piece of home here.
It's possible to find him simply admiring the artwork. Or you might find him running down the hall screaming in terror. Apparently he ran into some... less tasteful pieces.]
Setting: Room 3-08 and floors 1, 5, 14 & 22
Format: Starting with action, but I'll follow your lead!
Summary: Czes wakes up, is overjoyed to learn that his world has been destroyed and proceeds to explore the tower!
Warnings: Being Czeslaw is suffering. There's a bit of blood and gore in the first cut and more will likely be present in the comments. I'll update this as needed.
Room 3-08
[The last thing Czes remembered was being dragged along the train tracks and getting his limbs shaved off one at a time. He lost consciousness a little bit after he'd been secured to the underside of the train. So when he woke up it wasn't the sleep paralysis that got his attention -- he didn't expect to be able to move, after all. What he noticed was that he was in one piece again and, more importantly, he wasn't on the train anymore.
Correction. He wasn't under the train anymore.
So where was he?
As soon as he's able to move he pulls himself off the bed. Not content in staying in such strange clothing his first priority was to find proper attire. Thankfully, it wasn't difficult to find and minutes later he's dressed and far more comfortable.
Next on the list was the note on the nightstand that caught his eye. He climbs back on the bed, reaching over to grab the paper and carefully unfolding it.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
His world was... gone?]
Wha... what?
Floor One
[Eat the oatmeal, they said. It'll be good for you, they said. You need to eat it if you want to be able to eat anything else.
A half hour later and he was no closer to finishing it. He sits at the table, arms folded over his chest, lip sticking out in a furious pout. There had to be a way around eating this god awful concoction.]
Floor Five
[He must have looked ten times by now. His world. Dead. Destroyed. Gone. He couldn't believe it at first, it seemed so unreal. But... there it was.
Everyone was dead.
Everyone was dead. Everyone who could hurt him was gone. He was safe. He was safe.
He steps away from the viewing station, hiccuping as tears stream down his face. They were all dead.]
Floor Fourteen
[He's been to a movie theater before, but these screens were just... so small in comparison! There was just so much here that he'd never seen before! He wanders around the room with a childlike curiosity -- pressing buttons to see what they do, picking up controllers and remotes and fiddling with them, rifling through the selection of DVDs and video games with a small sense of awe.
There's a good chance he might accidentally shut of the TV, or stop the movie you were so close to the end of, or reset the game you were playing for hours just before you had a chance to save.
Whoops.]
Floor Twenty-Two
[Czes finds himself spending a good deal of time on this floor. There's a surprising amount of artwork that he recognizes lining the walls. It was almost strange to see a little piece of home here.
It's possible to find him simply admiring the artwork. Or you might find him running down the hall screaming in terror. Apparently he ran into some... less tasteful pieces.]
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I just woke up. There were a lot of confusing letters.
[She looks around the room again, taking it in.]
...this is my first time being outside.
[That is, outside of her house.]
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But this isn't outside.
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[She hesitates, seeming to consider whether or not to add to that statement or not.]
I wasn't allowed to leave my house. I've never been outside of it.
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Why weren't you allowed outside?
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My mother and father wouldn't let me. They would get angry when I asked. They said, "little girls should be seen and not heard."
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Hard to tell with kids.]
They got angry at you for asking to go outside? What did they let you do for fun then?
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She just stares at him for a moment, as though he asked something strange.]
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[It's not really a lie.]
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How was it strange...?
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[A beat. She decides to answer, just a little.]
I couldn't leave my bed most days, because I was in so much pain, but...I liked to look out the window. There were a lot of flowers outside. I liked to see the seasons pass. The weather was always changing.
[She's watching him for a reaction, though it might be a bit hard to tell, as her face remains blank.]
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Were you sick a lot?
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I had a weak constitution.