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towerofanimus2011-10-05 11:21 pm
Entry tags:
Wake Up
Characters: Marceline + anyone who wants in
Setting: Room 2-01 (if you want to just pass by there), and then on to other floors.
Format: Starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: This Vampire Queen is less than pleased about all these rules, this tower, and she's looking for a way back home.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Every day she woke up without the sleep paralysis was enough cause to be thankful, but Marceline wasn't going to accuse herself of being a grateful creature. She could still feel the sourness in her stomach from that forsaken oatmeal (not a drop of red to be leeched from it at all, besides the fact that oatmeal turned her stomach anyway), the heaviness of her limbs for the too-long seconds when she woke up in this bleak world with that note by her bedside. How could she be happy here, it wasn't Ooo. There was no one to bother. No one to appreciate her playing. Not that she needed it, really. It was just nice.
With a sigh, she swung her legs out of the bed, picked her way around the mess of things she'd scattered around, the amp at the foot of her bed where she'd been sitting there the night before playing as loud as she could in hopes someone in charge would come say something so she could demand to go home, her extra shoes, her jeans from the previous day, and settled her axe bass on the bed so she could open her trunk and get some new clothes. Today was going to be a day to explore, and she wasn't going out without the bass. If worst came to worst she could get her bearings, track someone down, and threaten them for answers at the least.
Setting: Room 2-01 (if you want to just pass by there), and then on to other floors.
Format: Starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: This Vampire Queen is less than pleased about all these rules, this tower, and she's looking for a way back home.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Every day she woke up without the sleep paralysis was enough cause to be thankful, but Marceline wasn't going to accuse herself of being a grateful creature. She could still feel the sourness in her stomach from that forsaken oatmeal (not a drop of red to be leeched from it at all, besides the fact that oatmeal turned her stomach anyway), the heaviness of her limbs for the too-long seconds when she woke up in this bleak world with that note by her bedside. How could she be happy here, it wasn't Ooo. There was no one to bother. No one to appreciate her playing. Not that she needed it, really. It was just nice.
With a sigh, she swung her legs out of the bed, picked her way around the mess of things she'd scattered around, the amp at the foot of her bed where she'd been sitting there the night before playing as loud as she could in hopes someone in charge would come say something so she could demand to go home, her extra shoes, her jeans from the previous day, and settled her axe bass on the bed so she could open her trunk and get some new clothes. Today was going to be a day to explore, and she wasn't going out without the bass. If worst came to worst she could get her bearings, track someone down, and threaten them for answers at the least.

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Everything in this place set him on edge; the captivity, the lies being told to them by their 'patrons'. He was going to find a way out if he had to tear down the entire tower to do so.
Seeing the pale woman, he raised a slightly eyebrow, but gave away no other indication that he was curious.
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So when she wound up hearing some poor unfortunate soul playing away at their bass guitar, it sort of made her both a little more comfortable that there was other sources of music within the tower, and a little sad that she was unable to bring any talents of her own to the table.
It wouldn't have been courteous of her to just barge into the room from where the music originated, but when she saw a rather pale girl walk out of the room, she pursed her lips and hurried along down the corridor. Part of her thought it might have been a better idea to turn around and walk the other way, but she was a stubborn one, this England, so donning a smile, she matched her pace with the girl's.
"Uehm, I hope you don't find this too terribly rude, but ueh, was that you playing the music last night? Because if it was, it was rather fabulous like." said Rose.
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Still, it wouldn't hurt to have the heads up. Completely missing the quirked brow, she waved. "Hey, man, you know your way around this messed-up place?"
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"Hey, it's cool. Glad you liked it, though I gotta say, I was hoping one of the bosses of this place would come say something. I wanted some answers." Even with the grin on her face, her tone was that of someone facing minor disappointment, and the irritation of being new and knowing nothing. "You been here long enough to know what would get their attention?"
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Seeing Marceline, she smiled, noticing the instrument on her back. "Oh, were you the one that was playing yesterday?"
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"Heh, thanks a lot, kid. Glad ya liked it." She decided to keep herself quiet about how her pride that someone here liked her playing was tinged with disappointment that it had just been her hallmates and not someone with some answers that had heard. The kid didn't need to know that.
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She focused her attention on the small yellow rodent-looking animal beside the girl, confused by what it was. Did mice even get that big? "Pretty cool looking pet there," she said, still trying to figure out just what it was.
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When Marceline mentions her Pikachu, she smiles, and Chu Chu gives a cheerful "pika!". "Thank you! She's my friend, Chu Chu. She's a Pikachu."
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"Have you been here long?"
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The chirpy sound startled Marceline into the air- she hadn't expected it, but she settled back closer to the ground quickly. "Never heard of that kinda animal." She floated over for a closer look. 'Chu Chu' huh? "She's kinda cute though."
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"Yeah? Same here. Gotta wonder what they have against variety, huh?"
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She a bit taken aback by Marceline being startled, but a smile spreads across her face. "Oh, she's not an animal. She's a pokemon, and one of my friends. She just said hello."
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She'd never heard of 'pokemon', but she knew about being friends with creatures, and she could respect that. "You can understand her?" she had to ask. Honestly, she was still trying to get past the fact that Chu Chu looked kind of like a giant mouse.
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He couldn't get his bearings, as much as he would like to--nothing felt right, and with the collar around his neck, was constantly ready to lash out.
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She gives a small smile when asked the question, nodding. "Yep. I can sort of understand her thoughts and feelings. It's an ability I have..."