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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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[He was giving a look of hope, clouded over by a hint of distrust. After all, it was easy to say you'll do something, then never do it. Ganta truly believed that most people lied.]
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This place is big and it's hard to cover it all by yourself. You know where the terminals are right? I'll leave you a message and we can meet up later.
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[He had no idea where the terminals were and he looked down, scratching the side of his face. He thought for a moment. Heck, he didn't even know what the terminals were. He hadn't actually read the letter as well as he should have, so if it was in the letter, he didn't know.]
... I have no idea, actually, ... where the terminals are.
[A month here and he didn't know one of the most basic things.]
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There's a set of them near the dorms, and I know there are some on the third floor.
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He blinked at how close they've been this whole time.]
Oh, ...I see. Okay, thanks.
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I'll let you know in an hour.
[He'll catch the other later, certainly!]
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He felt a twinge of hope, but quickly pushed it away. His expression fell and he sighed, looking up to the ceiling. Shiro...]
... Where are you...?