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towerofanimus2013-04-08 02:41 pm
semantating) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-08 02:41 pm
[o1] Just a little more madness to add the pile. ☂ Open.
Characters: Break [OU] and whomever!
Setting: Various floors about the Tower during early afternoon. BACKDATED SLIGHTLY TO BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS DISAPPEARING.
Format: Action works best, can't promise I won't be slow on prose.
Summary: Break has been here for a little bit and he's... well. Let's just say a bit displeased is a good enough word. Also, he wants information and he wants it now.
Warnings: Break is his own warning--seriously, he'll troll and manipulate and crunch candy at you. Just saying. Or he might offer you some! Who knows.
[ROOM 4-06; LOCKED TO ROOMIES.]
[ And so the newest in the room awakes. The initial sleep paralysis does not disturb Break; indeed, he is apt to put it down to his body, but as he refuses to NOT wake up, wake he does immediately once it relinquishes control to his breathing and eyelids, and other muscles. He sits upright quickly. His single red eye narrows. He finds the notes quickly, all in silence, and--
Crumples the the "your world is destroyed" note into a ball and tosses it aside like yesterday's newspaper, only the briefest flashes of utter loathing and disdain on his face. This collar. It had a purpose. He did not like how it boded. Was his Chain sealed? Could Vincent be responsible? No. He was sharing this room. Hatter was still quite active, he could feel it, though it was dormant as usual. And so Break wordlessly disappears into his trunk, removing a change of clothing and disappears down the hall to change.
When he comes back, he sorts out the rest of the trunk, grabs his cane and Emily, who is now on his shoulder quite happily, and he flops noisily on his bed, acting far happier than he had been moments before. ]
Haven't they put us with some interesting people, Emily?
[ Flop flop flop. He leans over the bed to look at his other roommates with a grin like a child, almost, unfazed by the world. ]
Perhaps they should introduce themselves!
[Floor 95]
[ So there's an adult in the ballpit. Having a ridiculously fun time, juggling some balls even, swimming about. Maybe he snuck up on you. Maybe he didn't. Either way, have a hello! ]
My, isn't this delightful? Who knew our captors were so concerned with keeping us entertained!
[ Grown man. Playing with brightly colored balls. ... Right. ]
[Floor 94]
[ Break finds the Dark Room particularly interesting. Photographs are not a particularly popular staple of his world, after all; they are just developing. If you bump into him here, you're likelier to notice his red eye before anything else, though... or he just might notice YOU first. Here, he desires simply to observe. ]
[Floor 1]
[ Bah, that oatmeal was tasteless, utterly. But someone probably told him to eat it either way, and Break isn't stupid, so he'll happily be pulling out a happy little tin of candies and choosing one now. Looks like a swell person to come talk to, this victorian-clothed man with his white hair, pale skin, and red eye, and that puppet on his shoulder... don't you think? Floppy sleeves, a bit of a slouch; harmless! ... Right?
Of course. And so he plucks out a candy and waves a most floppy sleeve to you. Come sit with him~! ]
[Anywhere else]
[ Just specify or handwave! Break is apt to wander purely to gather information, from the dorms to the elevators. ]
Break [OU] and whomever!Setting: Various floors about the Tower during early afternoon. BACKDATED SLIGHTLY TO BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS DISAPPEARING.
Format: Action works best, can't promise I won't be slow on prose.
Summary: Break has been here for a little bit and he's... well. Let's just say a bit displeased is a good enough word. Also, he wants information and he wants it now.
Warnings: Break is his own warning--seriously, he'll troll and manipulate and crunch candy at you. Just saying. Or he might offer you some! Who knows.
[ROOM 4-06; LOCKED TO ROOMIES.]
[ And so the newest in the room awakes. The initial sleep paralysis does not disturb Break; indeed, he is apt to put it down to his body, but as he refuses to NOT wake up, wake he does immediately once it relinquishes control to his breathing and eyelids, and other muscles. He sits upright quickly. His single red eye narrows. He finds the notes quickly, all in silence, and--
Crumples the the "your world is destroyed" note into a ball and tosses it aside like yesterday's newspaper, only the briefest flashes of utter loathing and disdain on his face. This collar. It had a purpose. He did not like how it boded. Was his Chain sealed? Could Vincent be responsible? No. He was sharing this room. Hatter was still quite active, he could feel it, though it was dormant as usual. And so Break wordlessly disappears into his trunk, removing a change of clothing and disappears down the hall to change.
When he comes back, he sorts out the rest of the trunk, grabs his cane and Emily, who is now on his shoulder quite happily, and he flops noisily on his bed, acting far happier than he had been moments before. ]
Haven't they put us with some interesting people, Emily?
[ Flop flop flop. He leans over the bed to look at his other roommates with a grin like a child, almost, unfazed by the world. ]
Perhaps they should introduce themselves!
[Floor 95]
[ So there's an adult in the ballpit. Having a ridiculously fun time, juggling some balls even, swimming about. Maybe he snuck up on you. Maybe he didn't. Either way, have a hello! ]
My, isn't this delightful? Who knew our captors were so concerned with keeping us entertained!
[ Grown man. Playing with brightly colored balls. ... Right. ]
[Floor 94]
[ Break finds the Dark Room particularly interesting. Photographs are not a particularly popular staple of his world, after all; they are just developing. If you bump into him here, you're likelier to notice his red eye before anything else, though... or he just might notice YOU first. Here, he desires simply to observe. ]
[Floor 1]
[ Bah, that oatmeal was tasteless, utterly. But someone probably told him to eat it either way, and Break isn't stupid, so he'll happily be pulling out a happy little tin of candies and choosing one now. Looks like a swell person to come talk to, this victorian-clothed man with his white hair, pale skin, and red eye, and that puppet on his shoulder... don't you think? Floppy sleeves, a bit of a slouch; harmless! ... Right?
Of course. And so he plucks out a candy and waves a most floppy sleeve to you. Come sit with him~! ]
[Anywhere else]
[ Just specify or handwave! Break is apt to wander purely to gather information, from the dorms to the elevators. ]