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towerofanimus2013-03-22 09:40 am
myblueskies) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-22 09:40 am
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Autumn is for...
Characters: Romeo and you
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.
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.
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[He's going to blink as he noticed the kid having problems.]
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[With that, he's going to actually grab the kid's hand, and starts folding it alongside him.]
There, better?
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[He looked a bit awkward at that.]
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[Boy this kid sure recovers quickly though.]
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Piccolo, huh? Let's see if I can do him justice...
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[It doesn't remotely look like the real thing, but at least it followed the general shape of Piccolo?]
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[He looks awkward at that sentence.]
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