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towerofanimus2013-04-30 03:20 pm
lamentingly) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-30 03:20 pm
Entry tags:
now gohan, what would your dad do...
Characters: [AU1] Gohan Son
Setting: He'll be stumbling around, so anywhere and everywhere you want him to be.
Format: Action for now. Although I can switch to prose.
Summary: What happens when someone who experiences their own death wakes up in an unfamiliar environment with a collar around their neck? Something along the lines of violent paranoia and futile attempts to escape this place.
Warnings: Depending on the circumstances, violence might be a possibility.
[ There were a few facts Gohan was instantly aware of when he woke up. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't get himself back up to full strength. And he was in a tremendous amount of pain at the moment. His muscles were all sore, screaming in protest as he made his way (rather limply) down the halls of the tower. But he wasn't going to sit still, not when he was in such a weakened state.
For all he knew, he could still be in some kind of danger.
This wasn't Capsule Corp, he knew that from the start. And really, that was all he needed to know to distrust this place. If this wasn't Capsule Corp, then this wasn't a safe place. And he wasn't going to stick around to find out just how unsafe it actually was. He needed to get out, to find Bulma and Trunks, to reassure them that he was... alive, somehow. Even if for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how he'd survived.
For all intents and purposes though, he shouldn't have. He remembered the details of his death clearly. Remembered the searing pain as his body was torn part, burned alive by energy blasts. Remembered every excruciating detail about how that pain felt...
--No, that wasn't important right now. The important part was getting out of here, and finding Bulma and Trunks. He could dwell on the details later. ]
Setting: He'll be stumbling around, so anywhere and everywhere you want him to be.
Format: Action for now. Although I can switch to prose.
Summary: What happens when someone who experiences their own death wakes up in an unfamiliar environment with a collar around their neck? Something along the lines of violent paranoia and futile attempts to escape this place.
Warnings: Depending on the circumstances, violence might be a possibility.
[ There were a few facts Gohan was instantly aware of when he woke up. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't get himself back up to full strength. And he was in a tremendous amount of pain at the moment. His muscles were all sore, screaming in protest as he made his way (rather limply) down the halls of the tower. But he wasn't going to sit still, not when he was in such a weakened state.
For all he knew, he could still be in some kind of danger.
This wasn't Capsule Corp, he knew that from the start. And really, that was all he needed to know to distrust this place. If this wasn't Capsule Corp, then this wasn't a safe place. And he wasn't going to stick around to find out just how unsafe it actually was. He needed to get out, to find Bulma and Trunks, to reassure them that he was... alive, somehow. Even if for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how he'd survived.
For all intents and purposes though, he shouldn't have. He remembered the details of his death clearly. Remembered the searing pain as his body was torn part, burned alive by energy blasts. Remembered every excruciating detail about how that pain felt...
--No, that wasn't important right now. The important part was getting out of here, and finding Bulma and Trunks. He could dwell on the details later. ]
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