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towerofanimus2013-08-22 06:44 pm
woodpeckermaruta) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-22 06:44 pm
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SERIOUSLY WHO NEEDS THIS RIGHT NOW.
Characters: Ganta Igarashi, open
Setting: Starts just outside the mail room; then, it is up to you!
Format: I always start with prose; but I'll follow your lead if you prefer action.
Summary: He finally got the package from the mail room.
Warnings: He's going to be slightly freaking out a bit?
So he had finally decided to check out the mail room. He had somewhat read about it in that letter, but his interest had not been piked until he overheard something about... bad packages. Body parts? Blood? What is the deal with that? Would something like that be sent to him? There is only one way to find out, in spite of the fact that he is kind of... worried. He gets to the mail room, the process of getting the package being fairly painless. He is unable to even look inside, though.
He steps outside of the mailroom, his eyes resting calmly on the unopened box. He slowly inhales. As he exhales, he rips the tape from the box and looks... inside.
At first, he appears to be unsure of how to act. His hand instinctively reaches down and picks up the lock of white hair, before having it rest in the palm of his slightly trembling hand. His expression slowly forms into that of sheer shock, gray eyes widening.
"Shiro!"
Hours later, he can be seen storming through the tower, a look that combines fear, determination, and anger. Even if Shiro is fine, there is still the matter of someone playing a cruel joke here. His fists tighten with each floor he thoroughly searches. Where is she?! The black-haired boy's feet begin to move faster, as time ticks on without him catching sight of the familiar white-haired girl. Finally, he reaches what appears to be another floor or dormitories.
"Shiro!!!"
Setting: Starts just outside the mail room; then, it is up to you!
Format: I always start with prose; but I'll follow your lead if you prefer action.
Summary: He finally got the package from the mail room.
Warnings: He's going to be slightly freaking out a bit?
So he had finally decided to check out the mail room. He had somewhat read about it in that letter, but his interest had not been piked until he overheard something about... bad packages. Body parts? Blood? What is the deal with that? Would something like that be sent to him? There is only one way to find out, in spite of the fact that he is kind of... worried. He gets to the mail room, the process of getting the package being fairly painless. He is unable to even look inside, though.
He steps outside of the mailroom, his eyes resting calmly on the unopened box. He slowly inhales. As he exhales, he rips the tape from the box and looks... inside.
At first, he appears to be unsure of how to act. His hand instinctively reaches down and picks up the lock of white hair, before having it rest in the palm of his slightly trembling hand. His expression slowly forms into that of sheer shock, gray eyes widening.
"Shiro!"
Hours later, he can be seen storming through the tower, a look that combines fear, determination, and anger. Even if Shiro is fine, there is still the matter of someone playing a cruel joke here. His fists tighten with each floor he thoroughly searches. Where is she?! The black-haired boy's feet begin to move faster, as time ticks on without him catching sight of the familiar white-haired girl. Finally, he reaches what appears to be another floor or dormitories.
"Shiro!!!"
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Oh, right. He... still doesn't know about that. That's such a shame. He doesn't want to give it all away right here. No, he'd much rather Ganta saw for himself. "She's not as blissfully unaware of her surroundings as she lets on. Besides, you of all people should know that wanting to protect the first girl you see who seems helpless is a bad idea. ✩"
Minatsuki, anyone?
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He just slightly narrows his eyes at that last part. What does he mean by that?
An image of the beginning of his fight with Minatsuki pops into his head. Yeah, that was one of his first real eye opening moments of DW. One of the major times he had another realization of just how... twisted that place is.
But, how would this guy know about that? Even down to the details that Ganta was... tricked by her? Maybe he is talking about something else? But, what else could he be talking about?
"What... do you mean?" He voice makes it unwillingly obvious he knows, already, though.
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"Just that she's more than capable of taking care of herself. There's a reason I don't hold her hand every time she leaves her dorm room. I don't have to."
He leans up against the nearby wall. "My love for her didn't come from nothing, you know. ✩"
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In the back of his mind, he wonders how mutual those feelings are. Hagire is obviously implying something, here, but Ganta still is unable to figure out what. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. He is still not entirely convinced Shiro is alright. What if that were a warning that something is about to happen? Either way, he has to find her.
"Do you know where she might be? I still want to see her."
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