http://spiritsup.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-10-25 03:04 pm

Event post [Open!]

Characters: Romeo and you! All of you! (Starting with America and Romano!)
Setting: Starting in room 1-02 moving about the tower.
Format: Take your pick
Summary: In the final stage of the event Romeo wakes up to America wanting to kill him and Romano protecting him. It will end eventually with Molly killing him. The middle is open to everyone, anyone who wants to attempt to kill him. All are welcome! We can plot here (http://animus-ooc.livejournal.com/76315.html?thread=998171#t998171) or grab me on AIM and Plurk or just... jump in!
Warnings: Mentions of experimental surgery and affects of such, very probabale mentions of compulsion, paranoia, halucination and despair. Death, angst, trauma, fear. Probably swearing on the behalf of other characters? I will add more as necessary.

It had taken a while for Romeo to be able to sleep properly like this but he had worked out the best way to lie down and stay warm and this last week it had been better. Everything had been better, he had gotten the hang of walking finally and even tried swimming.

Thinking of the surgery still scared him but he tried to not think about, it had happened a while ago now and so it was easier to keep his spirits up. Even though everyone in the tower seemed more scared lately, or more sad. He had heard people screaming... He had to find a way to help everyone keep their spirits up and remember they were going to find a way out of here eventually.

He opened his eyes and jumped clumsily out of bed, he waited to be less wobbly before using his teeth to make his bed as neat as he could.
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augh this is so late life ate me ;o;

[personal profile] fifty 2011-11-01 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
America always took a while to wake up. Thus, his vague grumbling and shifting around in the bed, while not actually crawling out of the blankets, was nothing unusual. But his mind was a mire of demands and unease at having not completed them, and it's not long before he's sitting up and blinking at Romeo.

Too exhausted to fight the orders just yet, it's only a moment after that when he's putting his glasses on and kicking his entire trunk at the boy at the same time--the trunk being the closest heavy thing to kick.

wow I almost forgot this thread was happening

[identity profile] rompicoglioni.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
The Italian stared, wide-eyed at the American who had just flung a fucking heavy ass trunk for no apparent reason at a defenseless child. That particular defenseless child that Romano had come to care for and look out for. He dashed in front of the boy on his bed, facing America and holding out his arms in a defensive posture.

"What the HELL has gotten into you, you stupid fucking bastard! He did nothing to you!"

Romano was aware he was outmatched with the other nation, phenomenally so. He was also aware that his knees were shaking, and that his every instinct told him to run and hide. Those instincts were fought, swallowed hard, and pushed away so that maybe he could be the kind of man who was the protector, instead of always being the one rescued. His childhood told countless tales of the latter.
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[personal profile] fifty 2011-11-06 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
America, at least, has the good grace to look confused at himself. It was enough to pause him, but not enough to make him respond otherwise before the orders pounding into his skull reasserted themselves. He moved to shove Romano aside, more focused on Romeo behind him than the other nation.