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towerofanimus2013-05-25 11:09 pm
silencetoreason) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-25 11:09 pm
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{Trois} Le roi doit mourir
Characters: France, England (keepscalm), and Captain Cinnamon Claws (CLOSED)
Setting: Dormitory hallways/bathrooms
Format: Action
Summary: France has his first encounter with an old Tower favorite. England hides and watchesbecause old habits die hard.
Warnings: Blood, gore, death.
[France is beginning to think that terrible things are a monthly occurrence here. Just when he thought he might be able to get the faces of those horribly-mutilated people with pink collars out of his mind, writing started appearing on walls. The shocking part about that is how convinced he was that so many of those things were true. And the longer time goes on, the stranger things seem to get. Between the horrified feeling he gets whenever he walks by a mirror, the whale song and subsequent crash he hears every hour or so, and the appearance of poisonous plants in the cafeteria he'd been so enamored with, France is feeling pretty run-down by now.
When he feels a chill shoot down his spine, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is a sigh.]
What now..?
[He turns around and sees, in the middle of the long, empty dormitory hallway, a teddy bear.]
Eh? ...Okay. Wonderful. Some child has left their toys-
[The bear tilts its head to the side, and France lets out a shout.]
Aah-! Oh, come on! [He starts to feel a gnawing urge to run, to hide, and chalks it up to being over-tired and stressed out.] No, this isn't fair, you know? All I want to do is get to bed. I'm tired of all these strange things happening...
[He keeps his gaze locked on the bear. Just as he's about to chalk the unnatural head movement up to some battery-powered motion or trick of the light, it starts to walk forward.]
No! Okay, bonsoir. Bon- [When the bear doesn't stop, the chill hits him again, and the urge to hide gets even stronger, France turns tail and starts to run off.
When he finds himself standing in front of the bathroom door, he has the slightest inkling that he might be acting stupid, but a quick look down the hallway proves him wrong. The bear is still walking his way, and France feels a growing sense of dread, one he doesn't want to ignore. He pauses with his hand on the door frame, shocked still for a moment.]
Non, non, non, I'm dreaming, aren't I? I must be dreaming...
keepscalm), and Captain Cinnamon Claws (CLOSED)Setting: Dormitory hallways/bathrooms
Format: Action
Summary: France has his first encounter with an old Tower favorite. England hides and watches
Warnings: Blood, gore, death.
[France is beginning to think that terrible things are a monthly occurrence here. Just when he thought he might be able to get the faces of those horribly-mutilated people with pink collars out of his mind, writing started appearing on walls. The shocking part about that is how convinced he was that so many of those things were true. And the longer time goes on, the stranger things seem to get. Between the horrified feeling he gets whenever he walks by a mirror, the whale song and subsequent crash he hears every hour or so, and the appearance of poisonous plants in the cafeteria he'd been so enamored with, France is feeling pretty run-down by now.
When he feels a chill shoot down his spine, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is a sigh.]
What now..?
[He turns around and sees, in the middle of the long, empty dormitory hallway, a teddy bear.]
Eh? ...Okay. Wonderful. Some child has left their toys-
[The bear tilts its head to the side, and France lets out a shout.]
Aah-! Oh, come on! [He starts to feel a gnawing urge to run, to hide, and chalks it up to being over-tired and stressed out.] No, this isn't fair, you know? All I want to do is get to bed. I'm tired of all these strange things happening...
[He keeps his gaze locked on the bear. Just as he's about to chalk the unnatural head movement up to some battery-powered motion or trick of the light, it starts to walk forward.]
No! Okay, bonsoir. Bon- [When the bear doesn't stop, the chill hits him again, and the urge to hide gets even stronger, France turns tail and starts to run off.
When he finds himself standing in front of the bathroom door, he has the slightest inkling that he might be acting stupid, but a quick look down the hallway proves him wrong. The bear is still walking his way, and France feels a growing sense of dread, one he doesn't want to ignore. He pauses with his hand on the door frame, shocked still for a moment.]
Non, non, non, I'm dreaming, aren't I? I must be dreaming...