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towerofanimus2013-03-07 11:03 am
hero_of_smiles) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-07 11:03 am
Entry tags:
001; Broken
Characters: Cross Blanchard and you
Setting: Room 1-10, floor 1, 3, 4,
Format: Action but I'll match
Summary: Back in horror tower does not help someone who is dealing with seeing their world dead
Warnings : Depression mainly
Room 1-10
[A sharp intake of breath, numbing of the body, unable to move a finger, just staring up at the ceiling as he awaits for movement to come back to him.
The sight is familiar. A room like this he had awoken in before, several months previous. Back then he remained happy to a degree, naive, foolish. Even when he encountered his hurt in his shadow, the tower did little to hurt him emotionally. Perhaps he just remained blinded to it. Kept himself safely wrapped in a blanket of obliviousness that he placed upon himself. Believing that his world was safe and this tower was just evil and needed to be stopped.
Perhaps thinking such things made someone think they needed to pull the wool out from his eyes. To show him truly what had happened to his world. What had happened like all people's worlds who were here.
Cross thoughts go back to the moment of returning to his world. Being dropped back into that dead and scorched land. Wild life being all but dead except for maybe a few stragglers that succumbed to the world's poisonous death. Great cities in ruins, and him to just gaze on at the horror of it all. Cross's reality would shatter that day of seeing these sights. The sudden realization of it all hitting him with the force of a typhoon. His brother dead, his father, all the people he wanted to save. All of them gone. Leaving him in the wake of an empty world, to live with the pain of being the last of his world left. And with his world dead there went Cross's chance of ever feeling wanted or loved. He'd be alone. Forever. His worst fear imagined in this world. He could curl up and die right there. Maybe it'd be better if they just killed him for good.
But, as soon as all these feelings hit him, he had awakened to that room. Four beds, four trunks at the base of them.
How long had he been gone? A day? An hour? A month? He's not sure. He had been so wrapped up in his own despair that he didn't even think of how long he had stayed in his world.
When the grips of sleep paralysis finally take their claws from him, Cross remains still. He feels empty, so very broken. Perhaps that's what he had to realize here. He'd be here for the rest of his life and he might as well get used to it. There was no heroics to be made here, no good winning over evil. Just live until he drew his final breath.
Finally deciding he needed to get up and move, Cross rose out of his bed, dragging himself to his trunk so he could search it's contents. His armor, sword, visor, an extra set of clothes, and two mechanical arms for him lay in there. Well...considering he currently didn't have one attached, he would take one and just stick it right on.
His gaze turns to the armor and all Cross can do is frown at it. Something he used to protect himself and fight for his ideals...it was worthless now. So instead, he grabs the extra set of clothes and strips down out of his white suit and into them. Might as well explore this place and get familiar with it all over again if he's supposed to spend the remainder of his existence here.]
Floor 1
[Bland tasteless oatmeal, right? He just doesn't even want to eat it. Maybe he should just go for something else. But, does Cross even want to eat? He still feels sick to his stomach from waking up and just going through the motions of all his depression right now.
Taking a seat however, he holds his bowl of oatmeal, playing with it with a spoon loosely held in his hand. Cross seems to spend a very long time staring into it as he swirls it around.]
Floor 3
[Having managed to actually get that oatmeal down his throat, he wanders on to the library. He's sifting through the books right now. Reading...Cross hadn't done that in a long time. Maybe for awhile he could just pretend everything was happy and good and nothing bad ever happened at all. But, he'd just be lying to himself wouldn't he? As much as he yearned to go back to being cheerful and optimistic he couldn't muster the energy for it. At least not now.
But, thinking on it, what if he ran into someone? Should he at least try? Going back on former memories it just earned a lot of annoyance and dislike from others when he did play that card. Maybe he just shouldn't bother now. He at least has the chance at not being lonely anymore, he might as well take it.]
Floor 4
[Upon making it to the lounge, Cross stands staring out at the scene below. Fog shrouds most of the tower below. His thoughts idle here as he leans against it. Looking back, Cross wonders of the few stupid things he suggested to that girl...what was her name? Sayaka, right? Maybe she found that footage he had hid for that movie he had talked about them making. His smile goes hollow at that. A good pick me up for dreaded tower life. Wondering for a moment, maybe he should get back to that project at some point. Get his mind off all the horrible thoughts going on in his head right now.
It almost could make him laugh, if it didn't hurt so much to do it.]
Setting: Room 1-10, floor 1, 3, 4,
Format: Action but I'll match
Summary: Back in horror tower does not help someone who is dealing with seeing their world dead
Warnings : Depression mainly
Room 1-10
[A sharp intake of breath, numbing of the body, unable to move a finger, just staring up at the ceiling as he awaits for movement to come back to him.
The sight is familiar. A room like this he had awoken in before, several months previous. Back then he remained happy to a degree, naive, foolish. Even when he encountered his hurt in his shadow, the tower did little to hurt him emotionally. Perhaps he just remained blinded to it. Kept himself safely wrapped in a blanket of obliviousness that he placed upon himself. Believing that his world was safe and this tower was just evil and needed to be stopped.
Perhaps thinking such things made someone think they needed to pull the wool out from his eyes. To show him truly what had happened to his world. What had happened like all people's worlds who were here.
Cross thoughts go back to the moment of returning to his world. Being dropped back into that dead and scorched land. Wild life being all but dead except for maybe a few stragglers that succumbed to the world's poisonous death. Great cities in ruins, and him to just gaze on at the horror of it all. Cross's reality would shatter that day of seeing these sights. The sudden realization of it all hitting him with the force of a typhoon. His brother dead, his father, all the people he wanted to save. All of them gone. Leaving him in the wake of an empty world, to live with the pain of being the last of his world left. And with his world dead there went Cross's chance of ever feeling wanted or loved. He'd be alone. Forever. His worst fear imagined in this world. He could curl up and die right there. Maybe it'd be better if they just killed him for good.
But, as soon as all these feelings hit him, he had awakened to that room. Four beds, four trunks at the base of them.
How long had he been gone? A day? An hour? A month? He's not sure. He had been so wrapped up in his own despair that he didn't even think of how long he had stayed in his world.
When the grips of sleep paralysis finally take their claws from him, Cross remains still. He feels empty, so very broken. Perhaps that's what he had to realize here. He'd be here for the rest of his life and he might as well get used to it. There was no heroics to be made here, no good winning over evil. Just live until he drew his final breath.
Finally deciding he needed to get up and move, Cross rose out of his bed, dragging himself to his trunk so he could search it's contents. His armor, sword, visor, an extra set of clothes, and two mechanical arms for him lay in there. Well...considering he currently didn't have one attached, he would take one and just stick it right on.
His gaze turns to the armor and all Cross can do is frown at it. Something he used to protect himself and fight for his ideals...it was worthless now. So instead, he grabs the extra set of clothes and strips down out of his white suit and into them. Might as well explore this place and get familiar with it all over again if he's supposed to spend the remainder of his existence here.]
Floor 1
[Bland tasteless oatmeal, right? He just doesn't even want to eat it. Maybe he should just go for something else. But, does Cross even want to eat? He still feels sick to his stomach from waking up and just going through the motions of all his depression right now.
Taking a seat however, he holds his bowl of oatmeal, playing with it with a spoon loosely held in his hand. Cross seems to spend a very long time staring into it as he swirls it around.]
Floor 3
[Having managed to actually get that oatmeal down his throat, he wanders on to the library. He's sifting through the books right now. Reading...Cross hadn't done that in a long time. Maybe for awhile he could just pretend everything was happy and good and nothing bad ever happened at all. But, he'd just be lying to himself wouldn't he? As much as he yearned to go back to being cheerful and optimistic he couldn't muster the energy for it. At least not now.
But, thinking on it, what if he ran into someone? Should he at least try? Going back on former memories it just earned a lot of annoyance and dislike from others when he did play that card. Maybe he just shouldn't bother now. He at least has the chance at not being lonely anymore, he might as well take it.]
Floor 4
[Upon making it to the lounge, Cross stands staring out at the scene below. Fog shrouds most of the tower below. His thoughts idle here as he leans against it. Looking back, Cross wonders of the few stupid things he suggested to that girl...what was her name? Sayaka, right? Maybe she found that footage he had hid for that movie he had talked about them making. His smile goes hollow at that. A good pick me up for dreaded tower life. Wondering for a moment, maybe he should get back to that project at some point. Get his mind off all the horrible thoughts going on in his head right now.
It almost could make him laugh, if it didn't hurt so much to do it.]
Floor 4
[Guess who hasn't been to floor five yet?]
Re: Floor 4
[He's really not going to try and persuade this dog guy. He's been down that path before and well...this guy will learn.]
Floor 4
[It's true that Red's been here for a day, and that everything seemed quite normal. He'd eaten, slept, dreamt... and he was still stuck in that catsuit with a collar around his neck. Whatever this was, real or not, Red needed to get used to it.]
[For now, he just goes back to gazing into the horizon. It was almost pretty, although seeing a sky with no floating islands unnerved him. This place must be a lot stranger than he thought...]
Floor 4
A giant whale attacked here once.
Floor 4
[They're obviously different where Red's from. He reaches out with one of the robot's arms, gently tapping on the glass. It sounds like glass, definitely, but maybe it's something sturdier.]
There anythin' else out there we gotta watch out for?
Floor 4
[He'll show you by making it look like his arms are exploding outwards.]
But, I think that was the last of species in this world. At least from what the moderators said. Other than that? Just monsters running about the tower.
Floor 4
Okay, so it's not out there that's dangerous, it's in here. Isn't that a little strange?
Floor 4
They say the monsters are a side effect to saving people from their worlds. It's all an accident with the monsters.
Floor 4
[It might be dangerous, but at least he can keep his skills honed. That's kind of a silver lining.]
What kinda monsters am I lookin' out for? Any real notable ones?
Floor 4