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towerofanimus2013-06-11 08:09 pm
whiteblackknight) wrote in towerofanimus2013-06-11 08:09 pm
Entry tags:
So whatever happened to that smile?/Mana Walker
Characters: Allen Walker and you!!(?)
Setting Floor 48 (the graveyard)
Format: Either or, starting with some prose
Summary: With Lenalee now gone, Allen begins to take in all that's happened to him since coming to the tower. For even the most cheerful and determined individual is allowed to let it all out...
Warnings: Some minor self mutilation, perhaps.
The graveyard...
Allen needed to confirm some things. A dear friend of his had come back into his life, or what could be considered a facsimile of life in this hell of a tower. And times seemed like they were almost normal now.
But a deep, sinking feeling brought Allen up all of the stairs to the dark graveyard floor. As there was the gravestone marked "Mana Walker" stood as gloomy as ever underneath the statue of an angel, beside it was a relatively new looking grave just to the right. He knelt down and inspected the name on the tomb, inadvertently confirming his fears--
"Lenalee Lee."
So she was gone for good now. Instead of just a piece of her world, the entire thing came down. His hands tightened. Timcanpy--a golden sphere that had been Allen's companion since day one--moved uneasily, flitting as close as it could to him without making contact. Allen Walker's hands soon rested on the statue of the angel.
Was it all meaningless? Or was this all just a night terror he was having? For the first time in a long time, Allen wasn't quite ready to accept this. Everything was coming down now. Perhaps several times before it was time to grieve, and he took them, but they weren't to last forever. This was, for lack of any other fitting term, very long term. Just when there was time. Finally, there was time to ask her some very important, very personal questions...
Timcanpy stopped its flitting about upon noticing the newcomer and soared over to them, hoping to find a place to land.
Allen has not much to offer. Other than clenching his fists and staring at the newcomer with eyes that don't look sad at all. In fact, he's smiling. Full of passion and charm, but this was merely the mask he often wore to fool others as well as himself. It could almost feel like a glare--only thing is, the glare is not directed at the newcomer at all...
Setting Floor 48 (the graveyard)
Format: Either or, starting with some prose
Summary: With Lenalee now gone, Allen begins to take in all that's happened to him since coming to the tower. For even the most cheerful and determined individual is allowed to let it all out...
Warnings: Some minor self mutilation, perhaps.
The graveyard...
Allen needed to confirm some things. A dear friend of his had come back into his life, or what could be considered a facsimile of life in this hell of a tower. And times seemed like they were almost normal now.
But a deep, sinking feeling brought Allen up all of the stairs to the dark graveyard floor. As there was the gravestone marked "Mana Walker" stood as gloomy as ever underneath the statue of an angel, beside it was a relatively new looking grave just to the right. He knelt down and inspected the name on the tomb, inadvertently confirming his fears--
"Lenalee Lee."
So she was gone for good now. Instead of just a piece of her world, the entire thing came down. His hands tightened. Timcanpy--a golden sphere that had been Allen's companion since day one--moved uneasily, flitting as close as it could to him without making contact. Allen Walker's hands soon rested on the statue of the angel.
Was it all meaningless? Or was this all just a night terror he was having? For the first time in a long time, Allen wasn't quite ready to accept this. Everything was coming down now. Perhaps several times before it was time to grieve, and he took them, but they weren't to last forever. This was, for lack of any other fitting term, very long term. Just when there was time. Finally, there was time to ask her some very important, very personal questions...
Timcanpy stopped its flitting about upon noticing the newcomer and soared over to them, hoping to find a place to land.
Allen has not much to offer. Other than clenching his fists and staring at the newcomer with eyes that don't look sad at all. In fact, he's smiling. Full of passion and charm, but this was merely the mask he often wore to fool others as well as himself. It could almost feel like a glare--only thing is, the glare is not directed at the newcomer at all...