http://spiritsup.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-10-09 03:56 pm

[Event, returning from surgery, open]

Characters: All those who were expermimented on if they want and everyone else
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger

Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.

He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.
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[personal profile] fifty 2011-10-09 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
America spotted Germany attempting to leave, but from behind he didn't recognize the other nation.

"Hey, are you okay, I mean is it okay for you to be--"

It was then he overtook Germany and got a look at his face and--well, it was Germany.

"What..."

[identity profile] cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com 2011-10-09 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He stared at America for a long moment. Mortified to be seen in such a state, and he ended up snapping at the other nation.

"I'm fine."

He pushed forward determinedly. He only managed to take a few steps before he was forced to stop and rest, leaning against the table he'd been using as support.
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[personal profile] fifty 2011-10-09 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, you're--You're definitely not!"

America's tone is one of childish whining--not really unusual for him, except in its desperation. He wants to fix everything, and he can't, and he doesn't know what to do and he hates that.

[identity profile] cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com 2011-10-09 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he wasn't all right, but Germany was too proud to admit defeat just yet. He'd had a few days of lying on the floor of his cell to overcome those pathetic feelings of self-pity.

He gripped the table tighter. "It's none of your concern."
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[personal profile] fifty 2011-10-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"This is a big deal!"

America was earnestly concerned, reaching for solutions and finding none.

"You can't just wander off, I mean..."