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towerofanimus2013-05-10 11:53 pm
expeditive) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-10 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
1st what the fuck
Characters: Sync and whoever can muster the will to be bothered.
Setting: room 1-10, floor one, floor three, floor thirteen
Format: Prose. Will follow to match!
Summary: Hey, he just woke up and he may be crazy. This letter is stupid so let's go not socialise, maybe.
Warnings: Inferring a minor getting undressed? Greatness that is intro post blandness? Tales of the Abyss 'spoilers.' That's pretty much it.
- ROOM 1-10
Whatever the fuck he woke up to wearing had been cast aside on the floor. Save for the collar, of course, as it was insisting on being an accessory that had to be included. Whatever. Things had to be taken on one at a time and he was already pulling his arms through sleeves he recognised. Not that it was to be considered anything of a plus side, naturally.
With pulling on a glove, he sat himself on the edge of what was to be considered his bed. If things truly wanted to look up any further, he'd be dead. On such a subject matter, there was thought that had been devoted to one particular letter out of two. The earlier train was skewed but it did not take time for him to arrive to his decision. Why the hell would he be stupid enough to believe that place suddenly ceased to exist? Because some paper told him?
He fell back on the bed while his body began to shake with laughter.
- FLOOR ONE: CAFETERIA
Not with much of an expression of disgust as much as it was merely why. Plain oatmeal was better than many other things out there but why was it absolutely required for it to be their first meal? Surely it wasn't him merely over thinking.
An elbow was rested on the table with his hand supporting his chin all the while he mindlessly looked his spoon over. Well, it wasn't like it actually mattered if something did result from eating the lumpy oatmeal besides being able to move on to possibly less satisfying foods.
- FLOOR THREE
It had been pointless to expect anymore than what he had found. Things were not going to be set down simply nor was someone going to hold his hand to finding any sort of hints. He could find things for his own damn self. The only mistake that had been made was the idea of finding any leads. Something that could be considered a scheme obviously had people taking good care of it with leaving nothing behind.
Who would be stupid to print out anything that would be relative to all of this if they were actually involved?
Couldn't say it 'hurt' to 'try.' At the very least, he had stopped to pull a particular book that had some potential of being interesting. In the old fashioned way of library logic, a few books would end up on the floor with having lost some balance that the pulled book had provided mere moments ago. He would not be bothered by them. No, he merely busied himself with opening the book he had in his own hands.
- FLOOR THIRTEEN
He stood at the back end of the aisle. There was nothing in him that could define the particular scene as charming. Of course he would find such a place! No one had said it but someone had to know. It was choosing to be set up in such a fashion. Nothing called a coincidence could be found here. Things were indistinct but that made them all the more fucking grating. That was the idea in mind, wasn't it?
Instead of merely walking down the aisle, he around the last set of pews as to approach a window. All the while things are threatening to pull a nerve, it was pointless to get worked up about it. That was right, he was still what he was and everything was altogether something different. A fist would be balled up and lifted. Instead of punching the glass, however, he merely pressed his knuckles against the window.
Tiresome, yes.
Setting: room 1-10, floor one, floor three, floor thirteen
Format: Prose. Will follow to match!
Summary: Hey, he just woke up and he may be crazy. This letter is stupid so let's go not socialise, maybe.
Warnings: Inferring a minor getting undressed? Greatness that is intro post blandness? Tales of the Abyss 'spoilers.' That's pretty much it.
- ROOM 1-10
Whatever the fuck he woke up to wearing had been cast aside on the floor. Save for the collar, of course, as it was insisting on being an accessory that had to be included. Whatever. Things had to be taken on one at a time and he was already pulling his arms through sleeves he recognised. Not that it was to be considered anything of a plus side, naturally.
With pulling on a glove, he sat himself on the edge of what was to be considered his bed. If things truly wanted to look up any further, he'd be dead. On such a subject matter, there was thought that had been devoted to one particular letter out of two. The earlier train was skewed but it did not take time for him to arrive to his decision. Why the hell would he be stupid enough to believe that place suddenly ceased to exist? Because some paper told him?
He fell back on the bed while his body began to shake with laughter.
- FLOOR ONE: CAFETERIA
Not with much of an expression of disgust as much as it was merely why. Plain oatmeal was better than many other things out there but why was it absolutely required for it to be their first meal? Surely it wasn't him merely over thinking.
An elbow was rested on the table with his hand supporting his chin all the while he mindlessly looked his spoon over. Well, it wasn't like it actually mattered if something did result from eating the lumpy oatmeal besides being able to move on to possibly less satisfying foods.
- FLOOR THREE
It had been pointless to expect anymore than what he had found. Things were not going to be set down simply nor was someone going to hold his hand to finding any sort of hints. He could find things for his own damn self. The only mistake that had been made was the idea of finding any leads. Something that could be considered a scheme obviously had people taking good care of it with leaving nothing behind.
Who would be stupid to print out anything that would be relative to all of this if they were actually involved?
Couldn't say it 'hurt' to 'try.' At the very least, he had stopped to pull a particular book that had some potential of being interesting. In the old fashioned way of library logic, a few books would end up on the floor with having lost some balance that the pulled book had provided mere moments ago. He would not be bothered by them. No, he merely busied himself with opening the book he had in his own hands.
- FLOOR THIRTEEN
He stood at the back end of the aisle. There was nothing in him that could define the particular scene as charming. Of course he would find such a place! No one had said it but someone had to know. It was choosing to be set up in such a fashion. Nothing called a coincidence could be found here. Things were indistinct but that made them all the more fucking grating. That was the idea in mind, wasn't it?
Instead of merely walking down the aisle, he around the last set of pews as to approach a window. All the while things are threatening to pull a nerve, it was pointless to get worked up about it. That was right, he was still what he was and everything was altogether something different. A fist would be balled up and lifted. Instead of punching the glass, however, he merely pressed his knuckles against the window.
Tiresome, yes.