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towerofanimus2013-04-15 03:32 pm
flared) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 03:32 pm
Searchin' out Fear in the Gathering Gloom
Characters: Axel and YOU
Setting: Different settings provided below, but in general this will be occurring all week! If you'd like, then you can specify any particular date and time if that's most convenient to you.
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Like any good drone, he goes about his work without complaint, without fear, and without resistance. And yet every now and then... something tells him that this isn't all real.
Warnings: Brief mentions of body horror and drugs/needles. Character injury and/or death by burning are highly likely in the case of a malfunction. Also scary body modifications which you can find here. As a note, unless otherwise stated, Axel will be wearing his hood up.
Dormitories - Drone
[Along the many dormitory floors walks a hooded figure.
For some they may recognize it, approach it, try to call out to it as they normally would, and yet upon drawing closer they realize the body... is different. There's searing heat radiating off of its skin and it demands distance. After all, there isn't time to chat. There's no time to mingle. There are chores to be done, cracks to be mended, messes to be cleaned, and people to be set in line.
Try to stop this figure or be caught not doing your task... you risk punishment.]
Between Floors/Staircases - Fear
[Then there comes a time when reality settles.
And so does fear.
Along the many stairs and floors Axel may suddenly pause in his step and in a matter of moments bring a hand to his head and scream. Because there's pain and there's memories and voices, flooding in like a molten hot wave through his mind and rapidly into the hollow ends of his body. At one point everything weighs down on him and he staggers, just barely making it to a nearby wall to lean up against in hopes of pulling himself together.
But everything keeps SCREAMING...
He can see streams of pure red blood flowing freely down his arms, smell the ashen Darkness--his existence--rip away from his skin, hear the shrill squeal of machinery and gears, the scrapes of knives and needles, drawing closer and closer and closer still--!
He cries out... and again. Louder. As if that can drown out the drills and the squealing and the voices.]
NO!
Floor Fifty Four - Malfunction
[... At some point he finds himself on this floor, the toy floor, surveying the selection of wooden puppets to porcelain dolls upon their chairs and shelves, though he's not really thinking too much about them. And yet there's something about them all the same. Their eyes, their lips, the reflections of other things he can see upon their glasses white skin.
If you find him here, you may hear him muttering incoherent things to himself. Perhaps he's holding a conversation with them or maybe just with himself.
... Try to stop him this time, however, and you risk death.]
Setting: Different settings provided below, but in general this will be occurring all week! If you'd like, then you can specify any particular date and time if that's most convenient to you.
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Like any good drone, he goes about his work without complaint, without fear, and without resistance. And yet every now and then... something tells him that this isn't all real.
Warnings: Brief mentions of body horror and drugs/needles. Character injury and/or death by burning are highly likely in the case of a malfunction. Also scary body modifications which you can find here. As a note, unless otherwise stated, Axel will be wearing his hood up.
Dormitories - Drone
[Along the many dormitory floors walks a hooded figure.
For some they may recognize it, approach it, try to call out to it as they normally would, and yet upon drawing closer they realize the body... is different. There's searing heat radiating off of its skin and it demands distance. After all, there isn't time to chat. There's no time to mingle. There are chores to be done, cracks to be mended, messes to be cleaned, and people to be set in line.
Try to stop this figure or be caught not doing your task... you risk punishment.]
Between Floors/Staircases - Fear
[Then there comes a time when reality settles.
And so does fear.
Along the many stairs and floors Axel may suddenly pause in his step and in a matter of moments bring a hand to his head and scream. Because there's pain and there's memories and voices, flooding in like a molten hot wave through his mind and rapidly into the hollow ends of his body. At one point everything weighs down on him and he staggers, just barely making it to a nearby wall to lean up against in hopes of pulling himself together.
But everything keeps SCREAMING...
He can see streams of pure red blood flowing freely down his arms, smell the ashen Darkness--his existence--rip away from his skin, hear the shrill squeal of machinery and gears, the scrapes of knives and needles, drawing closer and closer and closer still--!
He cries out... and again. Louder. As if that can drown out the drills and the squealing and the voices.]
NO!
Floor Fifty Four - Malfunction
[... At some point he finds himself on this floor, the toy floor, surveying the selection of wooden puppets to porcelain dolls upon their chairs and shelves, though he's not really thinking too much about them. And yet there's something about them all the same. Their eyes, their lips, the reflections of other things he can see upon their glasses white skin.
If you find him here, you may hear him muttering incoherent things to himself. Perhaps he's holding a conversation with them or maybe just with himself.
... Try to stop him this time, however, and you risk death.]