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towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:26 pm
tortileghostwriter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:26 pm
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[open] i see a stairway so i follow it down
Characters: David Lalonde and YOU.
Setting: All day. Room 3-06, Dorm Floor 3 Hallways, Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 15, aaand stairways. Dorm, dorm hallways, and cafeteria sections backdated to May 11!
Format: Starting with action, but I'll follow you.
Summary: David returns to the Tower after months in a dead world. Kid's not doing so great. Over the next few days, he starts trying way too hard to keep himself busy. Music-making, building a blanket fort full of books, weaving chainmail...
Warnings: Cursing, insanity, typefaces, possession, snark, and asshole 14 year olds. Additionally, he's carrying a serious dark/eldritch presence, so if your character is sensitive to that sort of thing...
Room 3-06:
[When he awoke, he was in disbelief. Not relief, not anger, simply...disbelief. He had been certain he would die in the Medium. The grist had been running low, he wouldn't have been able to make food and drink for much longer. He thought to himself, for a moment, that he would have preferred to wait for the inevitable back in his world. Not even his world. Just a parasitic one.
Here we see the Knight begin his musing, once again, on the nature of the game as a blight on existence. The game is equal parts creation myth and fairy story, like all good fairy tales, the children enter the forest but do not exi]
How many times must I tell you to shut the fuck up.
[If anyone else is present? Kid just said that to no one in particular. With an echo. ...and his shadow is moving.
She only laughs, hollow and distant. She knows the boy is coming to pieces, and naturally begins speaking to him once again.
David does his best to ignore it until the sleep paralysis ends. What more can he do? He stands up, shaking his head occasionally and rubbing it as if fighting a headache. He's pleased to find his things in his trunk as he left them.]
... Small favors, I suppose.
Dorm Floor 3 Hallways:
[He doesn't have much interest in lingering, he's straight off to the stairway once he memorizes his room number. He almost considers looking for his friends and others, but thinks better of it. He isn't ready to see a familiar face, he needs isolation, to keep himself busy...
As ever, that damn shadow keeps tumbling and shifting in utterly impossible ways.]
Floor 1 (Cafeteria):
[Ugh. Best to get this out of the way. David's sitting at a pretty isolated corner of the cafeteria, music blasting on his headphones as he eats the requisite bowl of oatmeal for a new arrival. He's got a notebook open and he's writing...something. Curious enough to find out what? Fair warning, he...looks agitated. To put it mildly.]
Floor 15 (Workshop):
[After a bit of digging, David managed to find a supply of metal appropriate for his needs, and pliers that would more than do the trick. Retreating to a corner of the workshop, he begins bending the rings to his needs. Slowly, the weave begins to take shape and mail emerges. He'll start simple, just a cuff bracelet. He already has one on his right wrist, but...perhaps Jade would like it. a pause, before he shakes his head and mutters.]
... if Strider is even still here.
[It's been too long since he's done this, and the work...calms his mind and even gets his hands to stop shaking. He doesn't really look up at anything in particular, but his eyes flit around the room in a quick scan every so often. Paranoia's like that.]
Floor 3 (Library):
[Oh, this was his favored retreat before. Books, books, and more books. What isn't to love? With a bit of work and a lot of pilfered materials, David managed to construct a blanket fort off in one corner of the library, giving him a space to hole up and avoid others during the day. Nearby, taped to neighboring bookshelves and posted on the flaps of the fort, are signs scrawled on scraps of paper in purple marker and crayon. Much like this one.
Perfect, he is such a fucking genius. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
He sits inside, headphones again blaring electronica. Just gonna read a book and take some notes. The materials he nicked from the workshop are sitting in a pile next to him.]
Stairways:
[Finally, well. Everyone's gotta get around the Tower somehow. At some point, you could very well come across him. He's moving along with the light, appearing and disappearing at intervals along the staircase to speed things along--except for those brief moments of frustration when he passes a power-disabling floor. Cursing, he moves on just by running past the floor. Any passing remarks or impressions?]
Setting: All day. Room 3-06, Dorm Floor 3 Hallways, Floor 1, Floor 3, Floor 15, aaand stairways. Dorm, dorm hallways, and cafeteria sections backdated to May 11!
Format: Starting with action, but I'll follow you.
Summary: David returns to the Tower after months in a dead world. Kid's not doing so great. Over the next few days, he starts trying way too hard to keep himself busy. Music-making, building a blanket fort full of books, weaving chainmail...
Warnings: Cursing, insanity, typefaces, possession, snark, and asshole 14 year olds. Additionally, he's carrying a serious dark/eldritch presence, so if your character is sensitive to that sort of thing...
Room 3-06:
[When he awoke, he was in disbelief. Not relief, not anger, simply...disbelief. He had been certain he would die in the Medium. The grist had been running low, he wouldn't have been able to make food and drink for much longer. He thought to himself, for a moment, that he would have preferred to wait for the inevitable back in his world. Not even his world. Just a parasitic one.
Here we see the Knight begin his musing, once again, on the nature of the game as a blight on existence. The game is equal parts creation myth and fairy story, like all good fairy tales, the children enter the forest but do not exi]
How many times must I tell you to shut the fuck up.
[If anyone else is present? Kid just said that to no one in particular. With an echo. ...and his shadow is moving.
She only laughs, hollow and distant. She knows the boy is coming to pieces, and naturally begins speaking to him once again.
David does his best to ignore it until the sleep paralysis ends. What more can he do? He stands up, shaking his head occasionally and rubbing it as if fighting a headache. He's pleased to find his things in his trunk as he left them.]
... Small favors, I suppose.
Dorm Floor 3 Hallways:
[He doesn't have much interest in lingering, he's straight off to the stairway once he memorizes his room number. He almost considers looking for his friends and others, but thinks better of it. He isn't ready to see a familiar face, he needs isolation, to keep himself busy...
As ever, that damn shadow keeps tumbling and shifting in utterly impossible ways.]
Floor 1 (Cafeteria):
[Ugh. Best to get this out of the way. David's sitting at a pretty isolated corner of the cafeteria, music blasting on his headphones as he eats the requisite bowl of oatmeal for a new arrival. He's got a notebook open and he's writing...something. Curious enough to find out what? Fair warning, he...looks agitated. To put it mildly.]
Floor 15 (Workshop):
[After a bit of digging, David managed to find a supply of metal appropriate for his needs, and pliers that would more than do the trick. Retreating to a corner of the workshop, he begins bending the rings to his needs. Slowly, the weave begins to take shape and mail emerges. He'll start simple, just a cuff bracelet. He already has one on his right wrist, but...perhaps Jade would like it. a pause, before he shakes his head and mutters.]
... if Strider is even still here.
[It's been too long since he's done this, and the work...calms his mind and even gets his hands to stop shaking. He doesn't really look up at anything in particular, but his eyes flit around the room in a quick scan every so often. Paranoia's like that.]
Floor 3 (Library):
[Oh, this was his favored retreat before. Books, books, and more books. What isn't to love? With a bit of work and a lot of pilfered materials, David managed to construct a blanket fort off in one corner of the library, giving him a space to hole up and avoid others during the day. Nearby, taped to neighboring bookshelves and posted on the flaps of the fort, are signs scrawled on scraps of paper in purple marker and crayon. Much like this one.
Perfect, he is such a fucking genius. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
He sits inside, headphones again blaring electronica. Just gonna read a book and take some notes. The materials he nicked from the workshop are sitting in a pile next to him.]
Stairways:
[Finally, well. Everyone's gotta get around the Tower somehow. At some point, you could very well come across him. He's moving along with the light, appearing and disappearing at intervals along the staircase to speed things along--except for those brief moments of frustration when he passes a power-disabling floor. Cursing, he moves on just by running past the floor. Any passing remarks or impressions?]
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[[She taps her lips, taking a step after him.]]
Unfortunately, Dave, that's nothing I can control. Though you have my sympathy. While you may not have been fortunate enough to meet with a familiar Rose, I am not exactly as fortunate with my Daves as it may seem.
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[he turns back, fixing her with a glare. that actually takes some effort. the shades aren't on, and those eyes definitely match yours, Rose.]
Really, now? And how would that be, exactly?
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Well I never seem to be able to keep a Dave around. I've been through five now. I suppose seven if we're counting the Dave that was already here and you.
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[if you're thinking you can crack the ice with that it's not happening, he already decided he was 10000% done with this conversation the moment you spoke up
not even going to try to figure out the Johto thing, he's exhausted and distracted besides]
A veritable cavalcade!
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[[Come on Johto's not that hard to figure out.]]
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[It's the details that are bugging him.]
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...well, brother mine, I suppose I will have to sort it out on my own. [[Doesn't mean she can't return the gesture!]]
I'm not sure what would be worse, honestly...arriving for the first time, or returning.
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And yet, quite honestly after that, I'm not certain either.