towerofanimus | All together now!

Characters: Edward Elric and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-06, Hallways, Floor 3, Foor 1, and Floor 14.
Format: Either is fine! I'll follow you.
Summary: Group A is beginning to feel the effects of the experiment.
Warnings: Ed and all warnings that come with him.

A. » Room 2-06 // 9:00 AM

[Ed woke promptly at 9:00 AM. Exactly 9:00 and not one second later, but he wasn't really that concerned about the time. For one he didn't remember going to sleep at all. The last thing he could remember was walking down the stairs and then... nothing. But that wasn't all. On the nightstand by his bed there was a note.

He shot up and reached for it, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he unfolded it. Ed had to read it over a couple of times, he wanted to think that he'd just read it wrong, but that wasn't the case. His hands clenched and shook, crinkling paper and his stomach started twisting itself into knots.]

... Experiment? What the hell is this?

B. » Floor Three // Morning

[He decided to skip breakfast and head straight to the library. Ed wasn't hungry in the slightest. He pulled some books off the shelves and carried them over to a table, plopping them down on top of it as he took a seat. Maybe some reading will help take his mind off of things for a little bit.]

C. » Floor One // Afternoon

[Eventually his stomach decided to remind him that he hadn't eaten anything all day and this was COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE SO YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS AND EAT RIGHT NOW SIR. Which is what he was doing.

Well, at least there was more than just ice cream.]

D. » Floor Fourteen // Evening

[Ed's flipping through the selection of movies with a frown. Honestly, he really did not understand the appeal of most of it. He'd watched a few out of lack of anything else to do, but it was all so incredibly predictable. Maybe he'd be able to find something that didn't suck for once.]

E. » Dormitory Halls & Tower Halls // Pick a time.

[Just walking. Maybe he's headed to the dorms or the library? Who knows. You can ask him though!]

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--you said it yourself. You're a military dog.

[he doesn't buy this bullshit about different worlds; he doesn't want to believe that anything here is true. he doesn't want to believe ANY of that -- because if he does, that means the rest of it has some small chance of being valid as well. that their worlds might be destroyed -- or, at least in danger... if of nothing else than being bastardized by whoever stole them.

and that meant Lilith... and Seth, were back there. alone.

alone, without him and Cain.

ah, fuck; his head is throbbing wickedly between these STUPID shocks every time he goes to hit the fucking kid and he's acutely aware of the subtle voice in the back of his head telling him to pull his punches, to behave... be a good boy. why is he fighting? why is he disobeying? ...when has he ever felt the innate urge to behave before?

something is wrong with him. --with them. both of them...

his fingers at Edward's throat are going lax, slowly but surely, even he he remains where he is leaned on knuckles and staring at the pitiable human trapped and at his mercy. even if he's pissed as hell and fighting the shocks... it's just the same mask as ever to veil over and cover fear and betrayal and hurt.]

...You're not one of us. Which... makes you one of them.

Even if... you say you don't know about us, it changes... nothing. It changes nothing.

[Little by little breathing gets easier. The hand at his throat was slowly relaxing it's grip.

Oh. So that's what breathing's like. Now he remembers.

He watches Abel carefully, his eyes never losing their focus. That little spark of determination starts to flicker back to life and alongside it was something else entirely. ... Sympathy, maybe?]

I never expected it to.

[Oh, but Ed knows something just changed. Just a little, barely enough to notice, but the fact that Ed is still conscious is proof enough.]

Edited 2011-11-02 08:49 (UTC)

[fuck you, Ed. >: nothing changed. nothing changed at all. don't look at him that way... you-- jerkoff. you stupid... STUPID THING OKAY.

the younger's gaze might not be losing focus, but Abel's are, until he's finally relenting where he was bodily pinning the other boy -- sliding backward until he'd found himself sitting heavy on the cafeteria stool behind him. fucking... shocks. you lucked out. that's all. it was just the shocks. :|

he leans elbows on knees, face leaned in his hands... STUDIOUSLY IGNORING Edward's entire existence.

or, it seemed that way until he spoke again.]

...You really have no idea?

[about the Red Mars project, the military... with his alchemy and...

could they really be from different worlds?]

[Of course it didn't. You keep telling yourself that. Lemme know how it works out for you. :|b

Abel finally let him go, but Ed didn't move a muscle. He stayed right where he was, eyes fixed up at the ceiling as he took slow, deep breaths. His hand rubbed lightly at his neck and after a minute he pulled his legs up on the table, but didn't bother trying to sit up too.

He closed his eyes, covering them with his hand, perfectly ok with Abel completely ignoring him. At the very least it meant he wasn't trying to kill him and that was a plus in his book. This tower sucked, but that didn't mean he wanted to die just yet, even if he did come back from it. It wasn't exactly something he was itching to experience.

Ed lost track of time ages ago. For all he knew he could have been laying on that stupid table for hours before Abel finally spoke. That's some denial you have there. It'd almost be impressive if it wasn't the reason he just got the shit beat out of him.]

None whatsoever. Like I said... [he took a breath, pulling his hand off his face and putting his arm down on the table.] I didn't know you weren't human before now.

[he's not moving... just breathing; at least now he's not trying to kill the other boy, he's not being subjected to any additional shocks and getting his wits together again

there's another long, heavy pause]

[he finally drops a hand from his face, eying Edward still prone on the table almost... warily.

they're breathing in time.

...they're being... toyed with. it should make him angry, but... instead, he's got something else on his mind.]

...Don't say a word of this to anyone.

[Ed was too busy staring at the ceiling to notice Abel's expression. There's only a brief pause before he responds, the tone of his voice incredibly sincere.]

I wasn't going to.

[he shifts to his feet... and to his credit, he doesn't much seem worse for wear after all that. or, well... he's particularly good at not showing it if he is.]

Don't get put down too soon, dog.

[that said, he turns... and takes his leave quietly as Ed had come.]

All together now!

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