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towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:55 pm
wrigurun) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:55 pm
008 → It's only different seasons
Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Floor 35 (summer), Lift (winter)
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: The summer was fun, winter was not
Warnings: Potential character death
Floor 35
[Maybe it was the mist, or maybe it was the winter, or maybe it was the knowledge that no matter what the tower would probably get the better of her weighing down on her shoulders. Whatever the reason, once thing that was certain is that Wriggle had been miserable for a long time, much longer than usual for her and her normally curious and aggressive disposition had been significantly subdued for the past month.
The rain didn't mean much to her, she had nothing that wouldn't be fine after being dried out. The heat she'd been able to stave off by staying in the shadier areas of the tower and moving as little as possible. However as the humidity started to rise she felt a sort of nostalgia, a longing for the carefree days of Gensokyo. She could have easily become more depressed at the thought but she was tired of sulking. Even though this place could be a nightmare at times there was nothing stopping her from experiencing the same joys she did at home.
The fact that she'd almost forgotten it meant that she had to work even harder to preserve that memory.
As dusk starts to fall Wriggle wanders down to the lake with a large jar of fireflies collected from the forty-first floor. She can't control them here and she can't fly but right now there's no place she'd rather be and she's sure they'd enjoy it more too. She unscrews the lid and releases them into the floor. Even if she can't control them they seem to float around her as she skips and dances and sings in a slightly off key, basking in the memories of summers past]
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box was cat coloured ♪
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box, was it black or white? ♫
Lift
[After the summer autumn had actually been fun but everything took a sudden nosedive the moment winter rolled around. She'd had a hard enough time getting by during the tower's actual winter but this was on a whole other level. Wriggle had stolen all the sheets that werne't in use from her dorm room and cocooned herself up in them but even that wasn't enough to keep the harsh chill out. There was nowhere to keep safe and Wriggle didn't know if she should stay in the dorms or try and find somewhere else.
Eventually she manages to get off the bed but struggles to keep herself afloat, even her legs feel too frozen to move. She wills herself forward and into the lift, hoping it might take her to warmer weather. Who thought moving around could be so exhausting? Wriggle bundles herself into the corner and closes her eyes just to rest a little while, content with riding the lift to wherever until she's ready to move again.
Although if someone doesn't wake her and help her get warm soon she'll surely perish]
Setting: Floor 35 (summer), Lift (winter)
Format: Action tags, tags will follow original taggers style
Summary: The summer was fun, winter was not
Warnings: Potential character death
Floor 35
[Maybe it was the mist, or maybe it was the winter, or maybe it was the knowledge that no matter what the tower would probably get the better of her weighing down on her shoulders. Whatever the reason, once thing that was certain is that Wriggle had been miserable for a long time, much longer than usual for her and her normally curious and aggressive disposition had been significantly subdued for the past month.
The rain didn't mean much to her, she had nothing that wouldn't be fine after being dried out. The heat she'd been able to stave off by staying in the shadier areas of the tower and moving as little as possible. However as the humidity started to rise she felt a sort of nostalgia, a longing for the carefree days of Gensokyo. She could have easily become more depressed at the thought but she was tired of sulking. Even though this place could be a nightmare at times there was nothing stopping her from experiencing the same joys she did at home.
The fact that she'd almost forgotten it meant that she had to work even harder to preserve that memory.
As dusk starts to fall Wriggle wanders down to the lake with a large jar of fireflies collected from the forty-first floor. She can't control them here and she can't fly but right now there's no place she'd rather be and she's sure they'd enjoy it more too. She unscrews the lid and releases them into the floor. Even if she can't control them they seem to float around her as she skips and dances and sings in a slightly off key, basking in the memories of summers past]
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box was cat coloured ♪
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora's box, was it black or white? ♫
Lift
[After the summer autumn had actually been fun but everything took a sudden nosedive the moment winter rolled around. She'd had a hard enough time getting by during the tower's actual winter but this was on a whole other level. Wriggle had stolen all the sheets that werne't in use from her dorm room and cocooned herself up in them but even that wasn't enough to keep the harsh chill out. There was nowhere to keep safe and Wriggle didn't know if she should stay in the dorms or try and find somewhere else.
Eventually she manages to get off the bed but struggles to keep herself afloat, even her legs feel too frozen to move. She wills herself forward and into the lift, hoping it might take her to warmer weather. Who thought moving around could be so exhausting? Wriggle bundles herself into the corner and closes her eyes just to rest a little while, content with riding the lift to wherever until she's ready to move again.
Although if someone doesn't wake her and help her get warm soon she'll surely perish]
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[Wriggle's yawning and shifting about kept him awake a little longer, and her question stirred a feeble frustration in him that also served to help him remain conscious. Wrapping his arms tighter in irritation, he curled up defensively.]
You fuckin' know how many bitches would be killin' to get up all at your motherfucking position right now?
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And they're probably better made for the cold...
[The actual implications went way over her head but she was so tuckered out that any actual explanation would probably just go in one ear and out the other]
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[He'd forgotten he was supposed to be being cocky. Right now, everything just fell away and was replaced with the fact that he was freezing. And sleepy. The blankets and Wriggle's extra body heat were a vast improvement from before, but it wasn't enough to stop him from shaking like a leaf.]
A b-brother ain't all never was at b-being so fuckin' cold in his g-god damn life.
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[Wriggle is getting rather drowsy herself and being bundled up like this isn't really helping that fact. Every so often she seems to nod off, only brought around by the sound of Gamzee's voice and the prompt to respond]
D-do you think I-I'll die again?
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Probably...
[He wasn't going to lie. What was the point!? He knew he wasn't going to be able to survive. His cold-blooded body wasn't built for extreme temperatures, and he didn't have the proper resources to survive such conditions even if there was a slim chance.]
[His eyes felt heavy. He was about ready to give up. Why bother staying alive... it's not like he'd stay dead after he finally croaked here.]
K-know I ain't gonna all be fucking lasting m-much longer... Sorry, girl...
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Closing her eyes she tried to curl up tighter and conserve what little heat she might get out of it but her limbs ached too much to tense them any more than they were. The clouds of her breath seemed to get less and less frequent]
I-it's okay, you tr-tried your best...
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[His breaths were puffed out of him now, and after a while they began to slow. He would shift his arms against Wriggle every now and again, but eventually he wouldn't be able to keep himself awake any longer. Pinching himself did nothing, because his whole body was numb. His eyelids closed, and he dozed off, wrapped in the blankets in the back of the iced-over lift.]
[He wouldn't stir again.]
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[She leant back, even if it did nothing to keep her warm it was somewhat comforting to have another person with her, even if said person was occasionally terrifying. Wriggle waited a little for a response but nothing seemed to come. She tried to poke Gamzee lightly with her elbow but her strength was lacking]
Hey, y-you awake?
[Still no response. He must have fallen asleep.
That didn't seem like such a bad idea...]