towerofanimus | Realization

Characters: Perry Cox and whoever aims for talking him from his daze? 8D;
Setting: 1) His room 2) Floor 14{If you wanna floor before that just specify~ <3}
Format: Starting action I'll follow your lead. <3
Summary: In which Cox realizes fo' sho' this is real life.
Warnings: It's an depressed Cox. It'll either end violently or some other bad way.

1) His room

[He'll wind up gasping awake thanks to a nightmare that felt oh so real but wasn't. He knew he'd slept, he didn't believe in prophetic dreams or whatever, so why was he so shaken up by that dream of everything he had being gone? It was like some sign that this wasn't some nightmare. This tower was real. This nightmare was real... So here's a Perry lying down flat on his back, putting his hands over his face and somewhat gently tugging at his hair out of frustration, pain, whatever.

He'll shortly sit up and aim to go through his trunk and grab a bottle of scotch. You can bet that bottle won't be shared with anyone. No matter what. After grabbing it, he'll let the trunk slam shut. He'd been quiet, angry, in fact, since he'd gotten there. He didn't want to really interact with what he then thought was a dream. It had to be a dream though there was no way this could exist. But... He went to what was Sacred Heart, he swore it.

He'll be drinking some of the bottle before growling and throwing it at the closed door and letting the bottle smash and create a puddle of scotch on the ground.]

2) Floor 14

[He hated how he had to go through all those floor just to get to the crappy media floor they had. Room. Whatever it was. This place sucked. He just wanted to sit on one of the couches and do nothing but relax. Anyone who even slightly knew him would likely realize that something was wrong but whether or not you choose to ask is another question entirely...]

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[Unfortunately for poor Perry, there was already another person occupying a couch in the media room close to one of the TVs. Ankh was laying sideways on it with his feet propped up on an arm, a red drape laid out underneath him. However the TV was currently just static, though he seemed to be studying it very carefully, watching for it to change.]

[He noticed the other person, someone he didn't talk to at all, not all too surprising, and just sighs, rolling his eyes, sneering just slightly]

A football game won't suddenly come on out've the static, y'know. [He wants football or some sort've reminder of fun times at home. By fun times I mean getting drunk and watching a football game on the couch. Alone.]

[It's that creepy face again, it came on as Suzaku was walking through the room. He moved over to the TV to switch it off as calmly as he could.] Why does this room even exist. [Suzaku had never had much interest in watching TV and it just seemed out of place compared to the other rooms. He hadn't actually noticed the other man in the room yet]

Football game? [He craned his neck a bit to look at him.] What the hell is that?

[Seems he has no idea what that is.]

[Notices him of course and raises an eyebrow] Entertainment purposes? Movies, maybe get some video game system. [He's on another couch and moves to sit up and stretch] Otherwise, I don't see a point either.

[He's going to stare at Ankh like he's stupid and also a bit confused] American football if you need clarification. A ball that guys throw to one another...? Run across a giant sports field? Tackle each other to keep whoever has the ball from getting to the goal? [If he sounds more bitter than ever it's because've yay reaction]

[He is noticed and Suzkau nods to him politely] It just seems out of place with the rest of the tower, after all if they were trying to keep us amused why give us a room of blood, or a bottomless pit. [Why capture them in the first place, why lock them up surrounded by deathly fog]

Sounds stupid. [And now he's gonna turn to look back at the TV, as he is now disinterested.] I'm waiting for the face to show up.

That how you get your kicks or somethin'? Seein' that face?

There're different people on every world and some've 'em probably wound up here. I know I tended to a few murderers back on my world and watched them go to prison immediately after. I hated every minute've it because there were one or two that whenever they were lucid enough would talk, in excruciating detail mind you, about the kills they've made. [Shake've the head this is something he would never share with his interns because he'd find said patients and go 'I go this.' and such]

Probably just a situation of 'Let's make everyone happy'...

No. I'm trying to figure out what it is. You're interfering.

[Attempt to ignore, go!]

[Raises an eyebrow before rolling eyes and just going to lounge on another've the comfy-ish places~ He'd make a comment because've the hair but he's actually not in the mood. JD. GET HERE QUICK.]

[Suzaku visibly pales at the mention of murderers, murderers like you Suzaku, no wonder this room makes you feel uncomfertable, you should feel at home with the blood and screaming, reminders of what you have done.] I... guess so. Be happy here, that's what they said on those letters.

Yyyyyyep. Probably just got everything mixed up in translation from everyone's 'happy' [And he'll be usin' air quote]

[Raised eyebrow at the air quotes] I guess so. Everyones different after all. [And those people, for whome happiness means bottomless pits and rooms of blood, he will be avoiding them]

Oh indeed.

[And then there will be an awkward silence as Suzaku stands there unsure of what to say next but feeling that it would be rude just to walk away]

[Santana walks into the room and quickly sits and gets comfortable in a chair. It's not until after she's comfortable does she notice another person in the room]

You're like, the oldest person I've seen here.

[And without missing a beat because he reads people supah well]

Also probably the only one you could possibly get any alcohol from. I suggest showing respect.

[Ping!]

[You now have the attention of one Santana Lopez]

Are you saying you have alcohol?

Realization

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