http://gimmepie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gimmepie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-10-27 04:06 pm

This world is a dark place.

Characters: Post!surgery Dean, his roommates, his would-be heroes and killers.
Setting: Room 2-10 | spanning the month, potentially
Format: Starting brackets; flexible.
Summary: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Dean. Castiel will be there to put him out of his misery.
Warnings: Results of horrific surgery, angst, character death.

[For Dean, this month has been a waking nightmare. He hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, it's almost as if his body has stopped functioning the way it should. There is no desire for human interaction because really, what's the point? Between sparse conversations with his roommates (and his brother), Dean really hasn't bothered with anyone else.

...Suicide had occurred to him as a means of escape, but in the end he never went through with it. He doubted Sam would even listen to his reasoning if he brought the idea up. What was he to do if he couldn't see to navigate his way to a ledge? And if by pistol, what would he shoot? He didn't have any brains to blow out. Since that first week of living like this, he's even begun to believe he can't die, simply on the logic that he should already be dead. Is he immortal now?

What a life. He'll continue to sit on the bed and pretend to stare at what he assumes is a wall, until someone decides to try dragging him into a conversation or something. In his hands, he holds his father's journal, that he cannot see. The feel alone is enough to remind him of his Dad, but even that isn't a comfort here.]


( ooc: If you would like to set a thread dating before Dean is killed, for roommate conversations or visitors during the span of the month, that is also acceptable! Just let me know in the subject if that is what you're doing. c: )

Set before final event

[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-10-27 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo had tried to make sure that all of the people who had been hurt by the tower were alright and keeping their spirits up. Romeo's walking was getting better now but he got tired easily and getting all the way from the cafeteria to the bedrooms was a long way to walk.

Of course there was the magical box, but it was in a magical box that they had gone when they had been taken to be operated on, Romeo was scared that if he went in one again it would take him back to the cages. He had a book in his mouth that he dropped when he entered so he could talk.

"Hello mister Dean!" Of the eight of them mister Dean was hurt the worst Romeo thought. It scared him, because his whole face had been taken but he wasn't scared of mister Dean, just of what had happened. He didn't really understand how he was still alive and out of everyone it was hardest to keep his Spirits up. Piccolo was riding on his head, between the antlers.

"Do you like stories mister Dean?"

;;

[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It's about a really brave knight," he smiled and picked the book up again moving closer, wabbling on his legs. He dropped the book on Dean's lap so that if Romeo stood facing him he'd be able to read it.

"It's got a dragon in it as well, and a princess. I can read it to you if you like but you need to turn the pages." They had to work together, so that they could do things even if the bad people had made things very difficult for them.

Sad times ;;

[identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo smiled, he had no idea that Dean didn't like stories because surely everybody liked stories?

"Okay, the story is called the Bravest Knight, you can turn the page now."

He began to read slowly, stumbling over the bigger words, it was obvious that reading was a relatively new skill. The story was typical, about a brave brave knight who rescued a princess from a tower guarded by a dragon and everybody lived happily ever after.

Romeo finished and looked up to where Dean's face should have been, "I think our knight must have got lost." He said softly.
groovy_mutation: stated. (Bashful? Maybe.)

Set before final event. All the roommates hit it up yeah? :3

[personal profile] groovy_mutation 2011-10-28 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd gotten used to the way Dean looked by now, it didn't make looking at said face any less uncomfortable.]

... is that something from home?

[Charles will roll up beside the bed, hopefully not spooking Dean. In just suddenly talking to him that is. He could easily find out if that was Dean's, all he had to do was look in his mind, but really he'd much rather talk to people than dig around like that.]
groovy_mutation: (Would you mind if I...?)

/collects and holds them all

[personal profile] groovy_mutation 2011-11-03 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that was true enough. Theoretically if Dean were not currently as he was, he would be able to read his mind. But details, details.]

Yes, I would mean that. And I hope I'm not prying, I just noticed you seemed to favor it is all.
groovy_mutation: (And we have time still to smile.)

I will always picture Dean with pieface now

[personal profile] groovy_mutation 2011-11-07 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Then I can see why you would like it.

[A small smile. Charles had a whole mansion back home for that, but he didn't have anything little that really made him sentimental over his family, probably because they'd never truly been a close family at all.]

You're lucky you were brought here with it then, it would have been a shame to have it left behind.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-10-28 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
There's a quiet grunt as Fawkes enters, ducking under the door frame, though the only following sound is his heavy footsteps for a few seconds as he closes the gap.

"Something troubling you, my friend?" He's...quieter than thei initial meeting. He did remember that Dean thought him too loud then.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Apologies if I am intruding - the door was open." That loud voice can be a blessing sometimes - at least with evil mutants.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Only us remain, though the door remains open."

and thus his death arrives in the form of a trenchcoat-wearing angel of Thursday

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-10-28 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A hurried flurry of wingbeats greeted Dean as Castiel landed at the foot of his bed, breathing deeply. His sword was out, and if Dean was able to see him, he would comment on how much more messier the angel looked, with his windswept hair, untucked shirt and crumpled trenchcoat. It was as if Castiel had flown back down to Perdition and up again to claim another soul and bind it to a mending body.

Nonetheless, Castiel was here for a reason; to end the life of the faceless monster with Dean's voice and body.

Ethereal wings outstretched and unseen, the angel raised his sword, ready to strike. ]

It is FOR JUSTICE

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean Winchester.

[ There was a moment of hesitation when he hears Dean's voice, and he lowers his weapon. The man in front of him was still Dean, despite the lack of a face...

Kill, the voices whisper to him, and he flashed back to the visions. Victims of the tower begging him to end their lives, or trying to kill him instead. Castiel had fought with them, fighting to live.

Dean was one of the victims, and Castiel was there to end his misery. ]

I will end your pain.

A butt-ugly hero appears! (To fail!)

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Fawkes lumbers by, here to check up on his friend when he hears Castiel's voice. He peers into the room, and sees the blade in the angel's hand.]

...what's going on here?

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Castiel hesitates again, glancing at Fawkes. ]

I am Castiel, and I will end Dean Winchester's torment.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fawkes has entered the room, though a bit awkwardly - damn small-people doors. It's that odd guy from the churchy-looking place. He knows Dean...?]

[There's a low rumble as Fawkes' face scrunches into a scowl.] Did he ask you to do this?

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
There is no ask. There is only a need. Dean Winchester needs to be saved.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[That rumble turns into a bit of a growl, and the scowl grows irritated, and there's a wide swipe of Fawkes' hand through the air, as if to knock Castiel's argument away.] NO! You... You do not get to decide this for him! As long as he is of sound mind, that choice is his, and his alone!

welp, it ran out just as you dropped...?

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ignoring you Dean lalala ]

Who are you to dictate my actions? You are not my Father, and you are not Dean Winchester.

[ He stands tall, and there was a flash of lightning as his wings casted shadows (http://i.imgur.com/CG8Gm.gif) against the wall behind him. He isn't afraid of Fawkes, not now, not ever. ]

You will not stand in my way.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fawkes answers Dean.] I am aware, my friend.

[The flash of light causes him to raise his hand for just a moment to shield his eyes, then he straightens up to his full height, un-hunching. He slowly moves around the room, trying to get between Dean and Castiel if he can.]

You ask me that, yet here you are, dictating this man's life without giving him a choice!

[identity profile] thursdaywings.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Castiel frowned, standing his ground. ]

I brought Dean back from hell, I can throw him back in.

[identity profile] lucidmutant.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Fawkes steps closer, glaring down at Castiel.]

And if he does not wish to go?