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towerofanimus2013-05-21 11:01 pm
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☠ 1st Haunt ☠ | OPEN
Characters: Perona and OPEN
Setting: Room 3-07, floor 10, floor 88.
Format: Action preferred, but I'll match.
Summary: Perona arrives in the Tower, and goes exploring.
Warnings: None for now, other than cursing and possible strip-tease for roomies.
[Room 3-07
Waking up was rather sudden, and Perona immediately realized she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Last she recalls, she was outside, for one, and sulking. She looks about the room curiously before sitting up and pawing around for her stuffed teddybear. That's when she gets a glimpse of the horrendous attire she was forced into. Oh...oh, hell no, this is not going to fly. Nope, not at all.]
Weeeh?! What is this?! This hideous thing?! These aren't mine--where are my clothes?!
[She tugs at the material angrily, sitting up and off her bed. She's ready to just tear the damn thing off before the note catches her attention. A brief glimpse of it makes her eyebrows knit together in frustration, as she gathers up the brief information. Destroyed? ...Please. She snorts, crumpling up the note, and fumbles with her stupid suit to find the zipper in back or front or whatever the fuck it is. There is no way in hell she's staying in this thing for another minute. And she's also just located her real clothes, and her precious teddybear and parasol, so this catsuit crap is coming off now.
Hopefully no one else is in the room, though, because Perona hasn't noticed them just yet.]
---
Floor 10
[Okay, so she didn't believe anything about this place at first, thinking it was just an insane dream, or that she was just somewhere else (maybe kidnapped for the human market? Ugh, what a putrid thought), but this floor starts making her believe. Because there's just no way...no possible way for anything like this to exist anywhere in her world. And Perona's both awestruck and horror-struck. She's a devil fruit user, and the whole bloody ocean is hanging over her right now. It's probably beautiful to most, but to an anchor like her, it's the scariest damn thing in the world.
She barely got a few yard in before she couldn't make it anymore, a whale song making her buckle and fall to her knees, hugging her stuffed teddy and whimpering with eyes shut tight. She just wants out of this place! What if the water suddenly comes crashing down?! What if whatever kind of bubble or whatever she's in pops and she's sucked into the water? This is terrible, she wants to get back to where there's solid land and sky above her head!]
Weeh...I-I don't like this...I don't! I-I can't--!
---
Floor 88
[And, finally, after she's fished out of the aquarium, Perona's next stop is the bar. After her terror, she needs some fucking booze. And god help anyone that doesn't serve her something strong and large. Please, please let there be booze. Just a drink...any fucking drink at all, actually. Just so long as she can have some alcohol in her after what just happened, as well as the lingering thoughts that maybe this isn't all fake, that maybe her world is gone, she'll be a little bit okay.
Or, hell, if not booze, then she needs a comfort drink. Her very favorite ever since she was a very small child - hot cocoa. One of those will make the queasiness ebb away, hopefully.]
---
OOC: Hello, everyone! I didn't really meet anyone at the intro meme because I was so late, but my name is Roxy and I'm totally new here. Please treat me well and notify me if I'm doing anything wrong, this game still kinda confuses me fff. I'll tag this entry tomorrow morning, as well, since it's late and my headache is not going away. I can be contacted on AIM at CatchinStardrops and on Plurk at MelonFlavored. Thank you, and looking forward to playing with you all! /o/
Setting: Room 3-07, floor 10, floor 88.
Format: Action preferred, but I'll match.
Summary: Perona arrives in the Tower, and goes exploring.
Warnings: None for now, other than cursing and possible strip-tease for roomies.
[Room 3-07
Waking up was rather sudden, and Perona immediately realized she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Last she recalls, she was outside, for one, and sulking. She looks about the room curiously before sitting up and pawing around for her stuffed teddybear. That's when she gets a glimpse of the horrendous attire she was forced into. Oh...oh, hell no, this is not going to fly. Nope, not at all.]
Weeeh?! What is this?! This hideous thing?! These aren't mine--where are my clothes?!
[She tugs at the material angrily, sitting up and off her bed. She's ready to just tear the damn thing off before the note catches her attention. A brief glimpse of it makes her eyebrows knit together in frustration, as she gathers up the brief information. Destroyed? ...Please. She snorts, crumpling up the note, and fumbles with her stupid suit to find the zipper in back or front or whatever the fuck it is. There is no way in hell she's staying in this thing for another minute. And she's also just located her real clothes, and her precious teddybear and parasol, so this catsuit crap is coming off now.
Hopefully no one else is in the room, though, because Perona hasn't noticed them just yet.]
---
Floor 10
[Okay, so she didn't believe anything about this place at first, thinking it was just an insane dream, or that she was just somewhere else (maybe kidnapped for the human market? Ugh, what a putrid thought), but this floor starts making her believe. Because there's just no way...no possible way for anything like this to exist anywhere in her world. And Perona's both awestruck and horror-struck. She's a devil fruit user, and the whole bloody ocean is hanging over her right now. It's probably beautiful to most, but to an anchor like her, it's the scariest damn thing in the world.
She barely got a few yard in before she couldn't make it anymore, a whale song making her buckle and fall to her knees, hugging her stuffed teddy and whimpering with eyes shut tight. She just wants out of this place! What if the water suddenly comes crashing down?! What if whatever kind of bubble or whatever she's in pops and she's sucked into the water? This is terrible, she wants to get back to where there's solid land and sky above her head!]
Weeh...I-I don't like this...I don't! I-I can't--!
---
Floor 88
[And, finally, after she's fished out of the aquarium, Perona's next stop is the bar. After her terror, she needs some fucking booze. And god help anyone that doesn't serve her something strong and large. Please, please let there be booze. Just a drink...any fucking drink at all, actually. Just so long as she can have some alcohol in her after what just happened, as well as the lingering thoughts that maybe this isn't all fake, that maybe her world is gone, she'll be a little bit okay.
Or, hell, if not booze, then she needs a comfort drink. Her very favorite ever since she was a very small child - hot cocoa. One of those will make the queasiness ebb away, hopefully.]
---
OOC: Hello, everyone! I didn't really meet anyone at the intro meme because I was so late, but my name is Roxy and I'm totally new here. Please treat me well and notify me if I'm doing anything wrong, this game still kinda confuses me fff. I'll tag this entry tomorrow morning, as well, since it's late and my headache is not going away. I can be contacted on AIM at CatchinStardrops and on Plurk at MelonFlavored. Thank you, and looking forward to playing with you all! /o/
10th Floor
You are stuck here, for the moment. There are probably other pirates here..but I have not seen anyone matching that description. I am sorry.
10th Floor
I see... And you are?
10th Floor
I am chaos.
10th Floor
[The hand on her shoulder is...odd. Not bad, really, but Perona's never really had much in the ways of physical contact from others. She's usually the one to initiate it, and only to those she knows very well or thinks are just too cute not to cuddle. So she scoots a little away from it, a little unsure of the contact. He's a nice boy, he really is, but he's still a stranger she doesn't know very well.]
...What else can you tell me about this tower?
10th Floor
Currently, four people run it: Zo, a person who has brought us here, Riki, a person responsible for building it, Jason, a sadistic medical doctor of sorts, and Ruana, a childlike and cruel person who rules over them all. There was once a person named Dax among their ranks. However, he tried to surpass Ruana for our sakes and was killed and eaten by her.