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Autumn is for...
Characters: Romeo and you
Setting: Hallways, floor 15 (workshop) and graveyard
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Summary: Romeo goes to fix his puppet theatre, makes leaf collages and then tornadoes happen
Warnings: Tornadoes and injury
[Fixing things] Romeo was glad the heat was over, he had hated being so thirsty all the time. Hungry he could cope with but thirsty had been hard.
He felt heavy and as he sat up in bed he saw it was covered with leaves! It must be Autumn now! He grinned rolling in bed listening to the leaves crunching.
Getting up he looked around his room and his eyes settled on his puppet theater, it had gotten ruined again in the rain but he knew how to fix it now, he wasn't sad like the last time it had happened.
He was sadder about his books, Moby Dick, the picture book which he had learned to read with, his gift from miss Tohko. They were all ruined as well and he couldn't fix them.
But he could fix his puppet theater so in the name of keeping his spirits up he went over to grab it and dragged it out into the hall. The problem was it was bigger than him, he might need some help getting it all the way to floor fifteen.
[Making art] He worked on the theater for hours, painting it anew, finding new material for curtains, even getting some wood to support the bottom where the rain had warped and twisted it. The paint job was... interesting, but it looked well loved at least.
He stood admiring his work, it had been run, even if he had had to battle with leaves which kept getting stuck in the paint.
Which gave him an idea actually... While his theater dried he went to get some supplies. Paper, some glue, more paint and a whole lot of leaves.
Anyone walking in to floor fifteen would find a paint covered leaf monster sticking leaves to paper and painting patterns with the artistic ability of a much younger child. But this is the first time he has ever done something like this.
[See me soar] He took his paintings up to the graveyard, finding Molly's grave first and putting a picture next to it, "The towers gone all funny Molly! It's been raining inside, I bet you would find ways to have fun though!"
Sasuke was next, "Itachi's okay, he's getting better at being a good person now. And he's been helping people a lot!" He went to a few more, he didn't have enough pictures for all his friends but he tried to talk to them all at least.
Well until there was a roar and he was snatched up off his feet into the air. He screamed as he was flung this way and that, the air snatched from his lungs. It felt like he was up for ever but then he was flung downwards, right into a headstone, there was a crack as his head hit it and he lay there limply.
Setting: Hallways, floor 15 (workshop) and graveyard
Format: either
Summary: Romeo goes to fix his puppet theatre, makes leaf collages and then tornadoes happen
Warnings: Tornadoes and injury
[Fixing things] Romeo was glad the heat was over, he had hated being so thirsty all the time. Hungry he could cope with but thirsty had been hard.
He felt heavy and as he sat up in bed he saw it was covered with leaves! It must be Autumn now! He grinned rolling in bed listening to the leaves crunching.
Getting up he looked around his room and his eyes settled on his puppet theater, it had gotten ruined again in the rain but he knew how to fix it now, he wasn't sad like the last time it had happened.
He was sadder about his books, Moby Dick, the picture book which he had learned to read with, his gift from miss Tohko. They were all ruined as well and he couldn't fix them.
But he could fix his puppet theater so in the name of keeping his spirits up he went over to grab it and dragged it out into the hall. The problem was it was bigger than him, he might need some help getting it all the way to floor fifteen.
[Making art] He worked on the theater for hours, painting it anew, finding new material for curtains, even getting some wood to support the bottom where the rain had warped and twisted it. The paint job was... interesting, but it looked well loved at least.
He stood admiring his work, it had been run, even if he had had to battle with leaves which kept getting stuck in the paint.
Which gave him an idea actually... While his theater dried he went to get some supplies. Paper, some glue, more paint and a whole lot of leaves.
Anyone walking in to floor fifteen would find a paint covered leaf monster sticking leaves to paper and painting patterns with the artistic ability of a much younger child. But this is the first time he has ever done something like this.
[See me soar] He took his paintings up to the graveyard, finding Molly's grave first and putting a picture next to it, "The towers gone all funny Molly! It's been raining inside, I bet you would find ways to have fun though!"
Sasuke was next, "Itachi's okay, he's getting better at being a good person now. And he's been helping people a lot!" He went to a few more, he didn't have enough pictures for all his friends but he tried to talk to them all at least.
Well until there was a roar and he was snatched up off his feet into the air. He screamed as he was flung this way and that, the air snatched from his lungs. It felt like he was up for ever but then he was flung downwards, right into a headstone, there was a crack as his head hit it and he lay there limply.
Graveyard
He hurried to where Romeo- shit it was Romeo- was lying and pulled out his only Soma from his pocket. With not even a moment's hesitation he opened Romeo's mouth and crushed the medicine over his tongue.]
C'mon, this works on humans, you'll feel a whole lot better...
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Graveyard
Are you alright? Please, speak, if you can.
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S...sir...
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It's alright. There's no need to be scared..I'm here to help. Don't try to move yet though..rest awhile, or you'll injure yourself again.
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floor fifteen
[He paused to examine the boy's project, with a smile.]
That looks like a lot of fun. Seems you're making the most of this weather.
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[He turns the mess of leaves and paint towards him] There was lots of them and they look really pretty so I'm making pictures with them.
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[Kariya doesn't bother to correct him and say it's just "Kariya", because he knows Romeo will start using the "mister" again anyway. He leans in to get a better look.]
They are very pretty. That was a good idea you had. Would you mind if I helped?
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Floor 15
Hey, whatcha got there?
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A puppet theater? I haven't seen one of those in ages! You put on shows for the kids and stuff?
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[workshop]
Then he comes over for closer look.]
Hi, what are you making?
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[workshop]
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workshop;
[...There's a black-haired teen standing around as Romeo continued work on his art, and well, he's bored enough to actually attempt conversation with the kid.]
Re: workshop;
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[Not that he minds, but at least he's kinda glad that there's still actual kids smiling and not looking murky or things.]
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