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towerofanimus2013-08-05 04:43 pm
reassures) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-05 04:43 pm
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all the living are dead, and the dead are all living [open!]
Characters: Nill and OPEN
Setting: Her room (01-11), and then the halls outside the dorms.
Format: action!
Summary: A newbie joins the ranks. Said newbie doesn't handle it well.
Warnings: Possible vomiting and graphic mentions of death
(a.) - Open to roommates.
[Even an hour after waking up in what she assumes is her new bed, she can't get the shaking to stop or calm her stomach down. If she stays very, very still, then her joints and bones don't hurt as much, but the second she moves again it's splitting pain down every inch of skin she shouldn't have anymore.
She got herself killed. She got her boyfriend killed. He was dead, and she couldn't even hope he was still alive somewhere, because if he was-- what if it was a place worse than this one? What if he was stuck in some sort of hell?
He was dead, and she was... this. Stuck in another world, with a collar around her neck, worse than Heine's. (Trying to pry it off had proved useless. She debated trying to cut the tubes, but considering how snugly it fit... the last thing she needed was for it to explode and kill her again.) If the note she'd found was correct, then even Heine was gone now. Badou, Naoto, the Bishop... Everyone. What was she supposed to do now?
Maybe it didn't matter that much. She couldn't be sure, not right now. The best thing she could do was just... figure out who she was supposed to be living with, if anyone. Ask them what to expect here. That's why she's lingering near the door, trying to get herself under control again while she waits for someone - anyone - to come by.]
(b.) - Open to all.
[She's finally, finally managed to calm down a little. Every inch of her doesn't hurt anymore - it's all down to a dull ache, one she suspects will leave her soon enough if she can wait it out. She's just not willing to do that in the "comfort" of her room, and instead would rather go out and... what? Explore? Even the idea of that lends itself a certain level of exhaustion, but she can't sit in that room until... whenever she can leave. Her movement through the halls of the dorms is slow, and she glances at every door as she goes, as if that will give her some idea of what to expect from this place somehow.
She probably looks more lost than anything else.]
Setting: Her room (01-11), and then the halls outside the dorms.
Format: action!
Summary: A newbie joins the ranks. Said newbie doesn't handle it well.
Warnings: Possible vomiting and graphic mentions of death
(a.) - Open to roommates.
[Even an hour after waking up in what she assumes is her new bed, she can't get the shaking to stop or calm her stomach down. If she stays very, very still, then her joints and bones don't hurt as much, but the second she moves again it's splitting pain down every inch of skin she shouldn't have anymore.
She got herself killed. She got her boyfriend killed. He was dead, and she couldn't even hope he was still alive somewhere, because if he was-- what if it was a place worse than this one? What if he was stuck in some sort of hell?
He was dead, and she was... this. Stuck in another world, with a collar around her neck, worse than Heine's. (Trying to pry it off had proved useless. She debated trying to cut the tubes, but considering how snugly it fit... the last thing she needed was for it to explode and kill her again.) If the note she'd found was correct, then even Heine was gone now. Badou, Naoto, the Bishop... Everyone. What was she supposed to do now?
Maybe it didn't matter that much. She couldn't be sure, not right now. The best thing she could do was just... figure out who she was supposed to be living with, if anyone. Ask them what to expect here. That's why she's lingering near the door, trying to get herself under control again while she waits for someone - anyone - to come by.]
(b.) - Open to all.
[She's finally, finally managed to calm down a little. Every inch of her doesn't hurt anymore - it's all down to a dull ache, one she suspects will leave her soon enough if she can wait it out. She's just not willing to do that in the "comfort" of her room, and instead would rather go out and... what? Explore? Even the idea of that lends itself a certain level of exhaustion, but she can't sit in that room until... whenever she can leave. Her movement through the halls of the dorms is slow, and she glances at every door as she goes, as if that will give her some idea of what to expect from this place somehow.
She probably looks more lost than anything else.]
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It's really important you eat oatmeal first. Or you'll be hurling everything you eat and being really, really, sick. Dunno why it's that way. It just is.
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Thank you. Can you show me how to get to the cafeteria?
[She's not hungry, exactly. She supposes she should be - she did sort of just come back from the dead, in a sense - but there's no appetite there. Still, she should probably get where to find food sorted in case her appetite ever comes back.]
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He's been to the top and bottom of the tower, but it never gets any easier. It takes an hour to go from the top where the rooms are to the bottom where they need to eat. It's a little sick when he thinks about it.
A mad dash to prove you can live long enough to eat, wow.]
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She just follows in silence.]