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towerofanimus2013-05-31 10:33 pm
sacred_flamer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-31 10:33 pm
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Characters: [OU] Luke fon Fabre and you!
Setting: Media Floor
Format: Starting action tags, but will match you.
Summary: The lights went out while Luke was surrounded by a bunch of monitors. You can guess how this ends.
Warnings: Spastic, flailing redhead.
[If you happen to be passing by floor fourteen as the lights go out, you'll get to hear a yelp of surprise coming from inside, followed immediately by a completely undignified screech of terror. After a lot of banging and what might have been something breaking, Luke will come fumbling toward the staircase, sheet white from being caught completely off guard.]
[Luke had gone down to the Media Room to catch a break, to have something else to listen to other than the screeching that had been going on all over the Tower. He could still hear it in that room of course, not even thinking for a second that it could have been coming from the chips planted inside, but at least on that floor he could blast a moovee (that's what they're called, right?) to try and drown it out.]
[He hadn't counted on the power going out. That had been startling enough, but to suddenly have every single monitor in the room glowing with static and flickering? That was enough to send him running, half afraid something was going to start popping out of the screens. He would put it past anything in this Tower, after all.]
[And damn, he swore that screeching got even worse.]
[So look out, person passing by the Media Room. Luke's about to plow into you; hopefully he won't knock you clear off the stairs.]
S-sorry! Sorry I... d-dammit...!
Setting: Media Floor
Format: Starting action tags, but will match you.
Summary: The lights went out while Luke was surrounded by a bunch of monitors. You can guess how this ends.
Warnings: Spastic, flailing redhead.
[If you happen to be passing by floor fourteen as the lights go out, you'll get to hear a yelp of surprise coming from inside, followed immediately by a completely undignified screech of terror. After a lot of banging and what might have been something breaking, Luke will come fumbling toward the staircase, sheet white from being caught completely off guard.]
[Luke had gone down to the Media Room to catch a break, to have something else to listen to other than the screeching that had been going on all over the Tower. He could still hear it in that room of course, not even thinking for a second that it could have been coming from the chips planted inside, but at least on that floor he could blast a moovee (that's what they're called, right?) to try and drown it out.]
[He hadn't counted on the power going out. That had been startling enough, but to suddenly have every single monitor in the room glowing with static and flickering? That was enough to send him running, half afraid something was going to start popping out of the screens. He would put it past anything in this Tower, after all.]
[And damn, he swore that screeching got even worse.]
[So look out, person passing by the Media Room. Luke's about to plow into you; hopefully he won't knock you clear off the stairs.]
S-sorry! Sorry I... d-dammit...!
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[He heard something, but like hell he could see anything. Well, maybe a bit of a glow, but... yeah.]
All right...