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towerofanimus2013-07-10 04:34 pm
duplicitousringleader) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-10 04:34 pm
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001 - well there's a song on the radio that says "let's get this party started"
Characters: A newly-arrived Dio and whatever poor saps are unfortunate enough to meet him!
Setting: Room 04-14, Floor Five, and Floor Fourteen
Format: Action brackets to start with, but I'll switch to prose if you want!
Summary: Dio wakes up and discovers that he's moved from one horrific environment to another. Oh, well. Could be worse. Maybe he'll find more shit to sabotage here.
Warnings: Spoilers for VLR may come up while interacting with Dio; let me know if you'd like me to avoid them. Also, he's a huge jerk. If he treats your character rudely, it's not because I dislike you, it's because he's just that kind of person.
[Room 04-14 - closed to Quark.]
[This has got to be the worst sleep he's had in a really long time. Considering what he's been through lately, that's really saying a lot. Dio is not comfortable when he's conscious enough to realize he's in a bed, probably because he can't fucking move. If he could speak, he'd probably be cursing up a storm. There's a hard glint in his eyes that makes it pretty clear he's screaming obscenities in his mind.
Finally, he can sit up and take a better look around the room. Beds. Trunks. And not too far away - a person. And a familiar one, at that.
Quark. That little shit.]
Oh for fuck's sake - this is where you ran off to? We were looking all over, you little bastard!
[Don't tell him he's in a weird white jumpsuit yet, Quark. Let him figure that out for himself.]
[Floor Five]
[He's wearing his own clothes now (and thank god, because Dio in skintight clothing is probably something no one wants to see) and he's already had his obligatory bowl of oatmeal (and he didn't enjoy it). Now he's wandering, and the fifth floor looks interesting enough that he steps off the staircase and wanders further in.
At first, he ignores the viewfinders. They don't interest him much; he's more intrigued by the security station. But he doesn't get much out of the worker units staffing it, and after a few absolute failures at starting a conversation, he rolls his eyes and walks away. He starts for the stairs, but pauses and looks back at the viewfinders once more.
He wanders over to them and studies them with a contemplative expression. To look or not to look? That is the question...]
[Floor Fourteen]
Now this is more like it.
[He scoops up a remote and flops into a couch in the media room, pointing it at a television with an empty movie case nearby and turning it on. If there's already a movie in there, that saves him some time. What comes up seems to be some sort of a romantic tragedy, from the incredibly overdramatic breakup scene that Dio is greeted with. He raises an eyebrow as the girl on the screen begs her lover not to leave her even though she's pregnant with another man's child.
So much for this being more like it.]
Ooookay then. Gonna have to have a talk with whoever picked this movie. Talk about shitty tastes.
[Don't mind him as he just casually leaves the movie on while he starts looking through the rest of the selection.]
Christ, isn't there anything good to watch in this place? Just one stinking movie. That's all I'm asking for here!
Setting: Room 04-14, Floor Five, and Floor Fourteen
Format: Action brackets to start with, but I'll switch to prose if you want!
Summary: Dio wakes up and discovers that he's moved from one horrific environment to another. Oh, well. Could be worse. Maybe he'll find more shit to sabotage here.
Warnings: Spoilers for VLR may come up while interacting with Dio; let me know if you'd like me to avoid them. Also, he's a huge jerk. If he treats your character rudely, it's not because I dislike you, it's because he's just that kind of person.
[Room 04-14 - closed to Quark.]
[This has got to be the worst sleep he's had in a really long time. Considering what he's been through lately, that's really saying a lot. Dio is not comfortable when he's conscious enough to realize he's in a bed, probably because he can't fucking move. If he could speak, he'd probably be cursing up a storm. There's a hard glint in his eyes that makes it pretty clear he's screaming obscenities in his mind.
Finally, he can sit up and take a better look around the room. Beds. Trunks. And not too far away - a person. And a familiar one, at that.
Quark. That little shit.]
Oh for fuck's sake - this is where you ran off to? We were looking all over, you little bastard!
[Don't tell him he's in a weird white jumpsuit yet, Quark. Let him figure that out for himself.]
[Floor Five]
[He's wearing his own clothes now (and thank god, because Dio in skintight clothing is probably something no one wants to see) and he's already had his obligatory bowl of oatmeal (and he didn't enjoy it). Now he's wandering, and the fifth floor looks interesting enough that he steps off the staircase and wanders further in.
At first, he ignores the viewfinders. They don't interest him much; he's more intrigued by the security station. But he doesn't get much out of the worker units staffing it, and after a few absolute failures at starting a conversation, he rolls his eyes and walks away. He starts for the stairs, but pauses and looks back at the viewfinders once more.
He wanders over to them and studies them with a contemplative expression. To look or not to look? That is the question...]
[Floor Fourteen]
Now this is more like it.
[He scoops up a remote and flops into a couch in the media room, pointing it at a television with an empty movie case nearby and turning it on. If there's already a movie in there, that saves him some time. What comes up seems to be some sort of a romantic tragedy, from the incredibly overdramatic breakup scene that Dio is greeted with. He raises an eyebrow as the girl on the screen begs her lover not to leave her even though she's pregnant with another man's child.
So much for this being more like it.]
Ooookay then. Gonna have to have a talk with whoever picked this movie. Talk about shitty tastes.
[Don't mind him as he just casually leaves the movie on while he starts looking through the rest of the selection.]
Christ, isn't there anything good to watch in this place? Just one stinking movie. That's all I'm asking for here!
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