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towerofanimus2013-08-12 04:56 pm
thirtybits) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-12 04:56 pm
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Characters: Judas and yoou
Setting: Floor 100, mailroom, and openended
Format: Starting with action, but whatever
Summary: Catch-all post for the individuation event
Warnings: The later in the week, the more likely there may be mentions of suicide and other such things.
A. Monday - anywhere
[It started with one, it was almost nice to have the company, if it weren't for that unsettling look about it. But within a day there were at least a dozen figures surrounding Judas. He goes about his usual day, tending to the crops he's planted, visiting the library and cathedral...and then going to spend a long while in the media room. It's not without some difficulty, though. They've started talking to him, calling to him, asking for his help, wanting to know what's happened. Of course, Judas has no answer for them and is equally frightened. So, while he might be trying his best to ignore it, he can't help but look over his shoulder constantly.]
B. Wednesday - floor 100
[Over the last couple days more still have gathered around him, and now it seems they're never still or quiet. He can't focus on any of his daily agenda without them getting in the way. But more importantly, their accusations are quickly getting to him. Not so difficult to do, really. But normally no one seems to agree with the things he says and thinks about himself. Why were you saved and not us? Why didn't you try to help? Everything is Judas' fault, everyone would be better off if he never existed.
Finally he stops on the one hundredth floor. To him, it looks like a field. No one is around of course, and it's entirely empty, but twelve of the shadows following him certainly understand what he's seeing and suddenly their voices are much louder than the rest. It wasn't enough to ruin our days together, Judas?]
C. Friday - mailroom
[When Judas opens his mailbox, he takes a step back as several coins spill out onto the floor. He doesn't need to see those still left in the mailbox to know what they are, the gleaming of silver through the wash of blood over them says it all. And although he doesn't want to think about whose blood it could be, he's quite sure he knows that too.
And then of course, there's the dozens of shadow children to speak up before he can think about what to do with the silver, or rather, before he can take a moment to calm himself. Is that your payment for killing us all? You should have at least asked for more, thirty coins are hardly worth anything now. You're always so good with figures.]
No, I didn't, I'm sorry, I don't want to be the only one...
[He drops to his knees, biting his lip as he reaches out to gather up the fallen coins.]
D. Anything
Setting: Floor 100, mailroom, and openended
Format: Starting with action, but whatever
Summary: Catch-all post for the individuation event
Warnings: The later in the week, the more likely there may be mentions of suicide and other such things.
A. Monday - anywhere
[It started with one, it was almost nice to have the company, if it weren't for that unsettling look about it. But within a day there were at least a dozen figures surrounding Judas. He goes about his usual day, tending to the crops he's planted, visiting the library and cathedral...and then going to spend a long while in the media room. It's not without some difficulty, though. They've started talking to him, calling to him, asking for his help, wanting to know what's happened. Of course, Judas has no answer for them and is equally frightened. So, while he might be trying his best to ignore it, he can't help but look over his shoulder constantly.]
B. Wednesday - floor 100
[Over the last couple days more still have gathered around him, and now it seems they're never still or quiet. He can't focus on any of his daily agenda without them getting in the way. But more importantly, their accusations are quickly getting to him. Not so difficult to do, really. But normally no one seems to agree with the things he says and thinks about himself. Why were you saved and not us? Why didn't you try to help? Everything is Judas' fault, everyone would be better off if he never existed.
Finally he stops on the one hundredth floor. To him, it looks like a field. No one is around of course, and it's entirely empty, but twelve of the shadows following him certainly understand what he's seeing and suddenly their voices are much louder than the rest. It wasn't enough to ruin our days together, Judas?]
C. Friday - mailroom
[When Judas opens his mailbox, he takes a step back as several coins spill out onto the floor. He doesn't need to see those still left in the mailbox to know what they are, the gleaming of silver through the wash of blood over them says it all. And although he doesn't want to think about whose blood it could be, he's quite sure he knows that too.
And then of course, there's the dozens of shadow children to speak up before he can think about what to do with the silver, or rather, before he can take a moment to calm himself. Is that your payment for killing us all? You should have at least asked for more, thirty coins are hardly worth anything now. You're always so good with figures.]
No, I didn't, I'm sorry, I don't want to be the only one...
[He drops to his knees, biting his lip as he reaches out to gather up the fallen coins.]
D. Anything
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They're a little bitter, but look at them. Why wouldn't they be bitter?
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I'm just glad to have some familiar faces at my side again.
['You say that though you barely know me. You killed me when we first met.']
Even if they are bitter about it all.
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[He doesn't need to hear the shadow children around him to know they're going to make sarcastic comments about it being the only way his former friends would ever speak to him anymore.]
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Yeah, they're people I can't see anymore on my world anyways.
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Yeah...they're gone. And I had a hand in it.
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Ah...I have something similar, actually. I know what you mean.
[He rubs his neck, trying not to look at the shadows.]
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...Ah.
[He gives a little mutter of acknowledgement.]
Sorry for bringing that up. If those people are here right now, maybe you can...fix it?
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