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towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:01 pm
perceivesjustice) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:01 pm
oo1. I've got headaches and bad luck. [open!]
Characters: Apollo Justice and you!
Setting: Room 4-20, the two libraries, and the fourth floor.
Format: I'll be starting with action, but I'll match whatever's given.
Summary: Curious lawyers and horror towers don't mix well. Apollo's arrival accommodates an abundance of apprehensive attempts to accustom an attorney to the abundance of aspects Animus animates.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
room 4-20 [closed to roommates].
[Apollo wakes with a start. Or, at least he would if he could. It doesn't take very long for the panic to set in - being of sound mind and body most of the time, the sleep paralysis is unusual, and it definitely doesn't help that he has no idea where he is. When the thirty seconds are up, he manages to stay in bed rather than roll out of it as quickly as he can. He takes his letter with shaking hands and tries to absorb the information all in one go. It doesn't work, of course, and he ends up sitting in bed, rereading the letters several times.
Once he puts down the papers, he goes to his trunk and stares at its contents. The tremble is still present, his eyes are unfocused, and he's trying his damnedest not to panic.]
floor 19 library.
[After tripping over several stair cases and almost forgetting about the existence of the elevator altogether, Apollo manages to find himself in the library. The relief that washes over him is evident in the color in his face - he looks livelier now, though you might be able to blame the flush on his running around. He pores over as many books as he possibly can, and his frustration over the lack of information about the tower slowly grows. If you were to speak to him, he might just break out an example of his Chords of Steel.]
floor 3 library.
[As he goes through the books on this floor, he seems to be taking his time. He has several stacks of books next to him as he sits alone at a table. It's always best to gather as much information on a subject before tackling it, Apollo believes in this firmly. Though by now, his shoulders are tense and each flick of the page seems to be wrought with irritation.]
floor 4 lounge.
[Having done as much research as he could manage, Apollo has decided that trying to get his mind in order is his best choice of action. He's curled up on a chair near the corner of the room, staring out the glass walls. That tension is still about him, clear in his tight shoulders and defensive posture - his knees are drawn to his chest and his arms are wrapped around them - but he seems to be calm and collected.]
Setting: Room 4-20, the two libraries, and the fourth floor.
Format: I'll be starting with action, but I'll match whatever's given.
Summary: Curious lawyers and horror towers don't mix well. Apollo's arrival accommodates an abundance of apprehensive attempts to accustom an attorney to the abundance of aspects Animus animates.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
room 4-20 [closed to roommates].
[Apollo wakes with a start. Or, at least he would if he could. It doesn't take very long for the panic to set in - being of sound mind and body most of the time, the sleep paralysis is unusual, and it definitely doesn't help that he has no idea where he is. When the thirty seconds are up, he manages to stay in bed rather than roll out of it as quickly as he can. He takes his letter with shaking hands and tries to absorb the information all in one go. It doesn't work, of course, and he ends up sitting in bed, rereading the letters several times.
Once he puts down the papers, he goes to his trunk and stares at its contents. The tremble is still present, his eyes are unfocused, and he's trying his damnedest not to panic.]
floor 19 library.
[After tripping over several stair cases and almost forgetting about the existence of the elevator altogether, Apollo manages to find himself in the library. The relief that washes over him is evident in the color in his face - he looks livelier now, though you might be able to blame the flush on his running around. He pores over as many books as he possibly can, and his frustration over the lack of information about the tower slowly grows. If you were to speak to him, he might just break out an example of his Chords of Steel.]
floor 3 library.
[As he goes through the books on this floor, he seems to be taking his time. He has several stacks of books next to him as he sits alone at a table. It's always best to gather as much information on a subject before tackling it, Apollo believes in this firmly. Though by now, his shoulders are tense and each flick of the page seems to be wrought with irritation.]
floor 4 lounge.
[Having done as much research as he could manage, Apollo has decided that trying to get his mind in order is his best choice of action. He's curled up on a chair near the corner of the room, staring out the glass walls. That tension is still about him, clear in his tight shoulders and defensive posture - his knees are drawn to his chest and his arms are wrapped around them - but he seems to be calm and collected.]
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He picked them up, scanning them quickly once, then more closely a second time, fighting the urge to laugh. Saved, yes, of course he was. From a life of luxury. Oh how thankful he should be. He didn't believe the part about the destroyed world one bit. They'd stopped that themselves.
Still... He held them up and turned to Apollo again. "You think this is real?"
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"Yeah," he replied without looking up. "It's... a bit shocking, to say the least."
Another moment of consideration, then he was opening the jar and slathering his fingers with some of its contents as Mamoru took his time to read. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other occupant of the room turn towards him and so he tried his best to return his gaze without moving his head much.
"Well... I guess I haven't really made up my mind." Apollo bit his bottom lip. "At first I thought yes, it was real - I mean, why else would I be here? But it could be part of a scheme, one much larger than anything I've ever seen before... But on that note, why would they take me, a plain old rookie defense attorney? It doesn't make any sense."
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His smile was sheepish and confused as he set the letter aside. He'd read it again later to make sure he knew it by heart, but not quite yet. "It really doesn't. No offense. But why would they take me, either?" He sighed, letting his face fall into confused hurt. "If it's right, then my grandfather..."
He immediately shook his head. "It has to be lying. But that still doesn't make sense."
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He finished up with his hair and returned to his seat on his bed. "I suppose the world coming to a sudden end would be something on a much greater scale, but being imprisoned here, there's not much more we can know besides what they let us know." Frowning, he huffed. "I wouldn't rule out any possibilities."
You never know what idea could catch you off guard, after all. But he offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Hopefully it is wrong and everyone we know is alright. We'll... figure it out eventually."
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And if they didn't figure it out, he'd just make the best of being here, whatever that meant. How bad could it really be?
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"In any case, figuring out this tower is the first on my to do list..." Standing, he turned to look at the door. "You're welcome to join me, of course."
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His smile died down into one of not-quite-fear. "Can I have a rain check? I think I'd rather stay here for right now. If that's okay?"
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Ducking his head a little, Apollo moved towards the door. "I'll see you around, then. Good luck with everything." He gave a little wave.