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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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It's all right, you did nothing wrong. All of this was new to me when I first came here, too.
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Can you tell me what this does?
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The labels are mostly obvious, but it took me some time, and practicing just as you are, to determine the rest. They play these discs here... *He picks up a CD from a pile someone left behind, opening the box to show Czes.* ...But not all of them. I've found the ones that have cases that list their song titles on the back are the ones that this will play. The others are meant for other devices.
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*Enoch offers the headphones to Czes.*
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These feel weird...
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*Enoch keeps the volume on fairly low, luckily, to hear monsters, and was playing a soft classical piece.*
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Oh wow! [A grin spreads across his face. The piece playing was one he was familiar with.] I can actually hear music!
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Mhmm!
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I've learned a few things about the devices here. I could teach you what I know about them, if you'd like.
*Well, he'd obviously let him listen to the music, first, as long as he'd like.*
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That would be swell, mister! I'd really appreciate it!
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Ah...have you by any chance seen anything in here before?
*That would save time, at least, and he wouldn't find himself telling Czes something he already knew.*