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towerofanimus2013-09-04 02:05 am
desireforchange) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-04 02:05 am
Well, this certainly isn't the ending he had been expecting...
Characters: Luke fon Fabre and anyone else.
Setting: Dorm room (2-12), then where ever!
Format: I'll start with prose, but will match.
Summary: He's waking up and kind of freaking out a bit? Eh, he'll calm down, eventually.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
[DORM]
Waking up is painful, actually. When the redhead finally manages to gain control over the movement of his body, he instantly realizes not only that he is nowhere he has ever even heard of, but just how creepy and twisted this place seems.
Could this place be the afterlife?
That thought has Luke sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor with a mixed expression of relief (in knowing that he had succeeded in freeing Lorelei), and even a bit of confusion. He has no memory of ending up here. He has no clue how it could have happened. Then he finds the letters. Well, one looks more like an actual letter. The other, similar to a list of... rules, perhaps. He hasn’t actually read any of it, yet, as his focus is on the first. Someone seeing him would immediately be able to tell that he is in a state of shock.
This has to be a nightmare. This isn’t really happening. Those two sentences are the first to enter his mind. The next, however, actually has him on the verge of throwing up. Everyone... Everyone cannot be... His mind freezes, drawing a blank, for a moment. It seems his mind refuses to so much as think the next word, for now. When it finally regains the ability to think, one particular thought is standing out in the back of his mind, "All of that... we did... all of that..."
Luke continues the words audibly, "... for... nothing?"
His hands begins trembling as everyone's faces slowly begin creeping their way into his mind. One face, in particular, causes his breath to hitch in his throat. The stinging of his eyes slowly results in a hint of tears breaching the lower lids, "Tear...too?"
Clenching his teeth, his expression tenses. He slowly moves to his feet. No. This is all a lie. This is simply too cruel. His breathing escalates just a bit as his hands tighten into fists, before he moves the right one to one side of his head. Mere seconds tick by, before he breaks into the silence, "It's... a lie..."
A soft laugh escapes his throat, at how pitiful and foreign his own voice sounds. He looks to be completely unable to grasp the situation, as his eyes are now completely widened. His left hand quickly moves to the other side of his head. Both hands tighten into fists, clenching his short red locks firmly. He drops to his knees, panting. Luke barely recognizes his own voice as it suddenly cries out, "It has to be!"
[WHERE EVER]
He finds himself, hours later, wandering the hallways sort of aimlessly. Luke had been very glad to find his clothes in that trunk, along with several other fairly useful things. There is still confusion resting on his face, though it is now mixed with something else. Luke seems sort of lost at the moment. Pausing in front of a window, he stares out at the fog. This place... What the hell is this place? Is he really stuck here, without a choice? This can't seriously be happening, right? The questions are asked without much drive behind them. Luke's expression softens, and he is looking down at the floor with a fairly sad expression filling his face.
Everyone... Could they all really be gone?
"Tear... Everyone... I'm sorry."
Apologizing only seems fitting. He knows this is completely out of his hands, but he also feels he must apologize at how things have turned out. If their world is truly gone, he is sorry that he could not do anything to stop it. If his friends and family are truly dead, then he is sorry that there is nothing he could have done to save them. No matter how it works out, he is simply sorry for it. The thing that is truly sinking into his mind, though, is that... he may never see any of them ever again. Ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach, he begins walking.
Setting: Dorm room (2-12), then where ever!
Format: I'll start with prose, but will match.
Summary: He's waking up and kind of freaking out a bit? Eh, he'll calm down, eventually.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
[DORM]
Waking up is painful, actually. When the redhead finally manages to gain control over the movement of his body, he instantly realizes not only that he is nowhere he has ever even heard of, but just how creepy and twisted this place seems.
Could this place be the afterlife?
That thought has Luke sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor with a mixed expression of relief (in knowing that he had succeeded in freeing Lorelei), and even a bit of confusion. He has no memory of ending up here. He has no clue how it could have happened. Then he finds the letters. Well, one looks more like an actual letter. The other, similar to a list of... rules, perhaps. He hasn’t actually read any of it, yet, as his focus is on the first. Someone seeing him would immediately be able to tell that he is in a state of shock.
This has to be a nightmare. This isn’t really happening. Those two sentences are the first to enter his mind. The next, however, actually has him on the verge of throwing up. Everyone... Everyone cannot be... His mind freezes, drawing a blank, for a moment. It seems his mind refuses to so much as think the next word, for now. When it finally regains the ability to think, one particular thought is standing out in the back of his mind, "All of that... we did... all of that..."
Luke continues the words audibly, "... for... nothing?"
His hands begins trembling as everyone's faces slowly begin creeping their way into his mind. One face, in particular, causes his breath to hitch in his throat. The stinging of his eyes slowly results in a hint of tears breaching the lower lids, "Tear...too?"
Clenching his teeth, his expression tenses. He slowly moves to his feet. No. This is all a lie. This is simply too cruel. His breathing escalates just a bit as his hands tighten into fists, before he moves the right one to one side of his head. Mere seconds tick by, before he breaks into the silence, "It's... a lie..."
A soft laugh escapes his throat, at how pitiful and foreign his own voice sounds. He looks to be completely unable to grasp the situation, as his eyes are now completely widened. His left hand quickly moves to the other side of his head. Both hands tighten into fists, clenching his short red locks firmly. He drops to his knees, panting. Luke barely recognizes his own voice as it suddenly cries out, "It has to be!"
[WHERE EVER]
He finds himself, hours later, wandering the hallways sort of aimlessly. Luke had been very glad to find his clothes in that trunk, along with several other fairly useful things. There is still confusion resting on his face, though it is now mixed with something else. Luke seems sort of lost at the moment. Pausing in front of a window, he stares out at the fog. This place... What the hell is this place? Is he really stuck here, without a choice? This can't seriously be happening, right? The questions are asked without much drive behind them. Luke's expression softens, and he is looking down at the floor with a fairly sad expression filling his face.
Everyone... Could they all really be gone?
"Tear... Everyone... I'm sorry."
Apologizing only seems fitting. He knows this is completely out of his hands, but he also feels he must apologize at how things have turned out. If their world is truly gone, he is sorry that he could not do anything to stop it. If his friends and family are truly dead, then he is sorry that there is nothing he could have done to save them. No matter how it works out, he is simply sorry for it. The thing that is truly sinking into his mind, though, is that... he may never see any of them ever again. Ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach, he begins walking.
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Beats me. [He lost track of days quickly, and his death only further disoriented him.]
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Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, should I?
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By the way... uh...
[No, no... that's rude. Don't ask about them. Just don't, Luke. You've already been rude enough! He averts his eyes from InuYasha.]
... N-never mind.
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By the way, what?
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... Are those real? [He points to the "those" AKA InuYasha's oh-so-very-fascinating ears.]
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Of course they're real.
Do you need to feel them too? [He's sarcastic about this part.]
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... He was looking at InuYasha with a curious expression. He scratched the side of his face and decided against it, though. As cool as that sounded. How did that work?]
So, you're you not human, then? [He let that one slip out, without meaning to. He then lets a chuckle escape.]
That's pretty cool, actually.
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I don't see how you think so.
[Of course back home, his very blood was enough to warrant him to be ostracized. Here, he was still adapting to the fact that people didn't really care what he was.]
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So, you'd rather be a boring human?
[He laughs, not actually meaning that.]
Can't say I'd blame you, there, though!
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Like I want to be a human. [Actually he wouldn't mind it. He didn't care for the vulnerability that came with being one, but InuYasha truly feared the demonic blood that flowed within him.]
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What are you, then? If you don't mind me asking, that is.
[He didn't want to push it with this guy.]
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Sorry, but I don't actually know what you mean by 'demon'.
[He paused, before admitting...]
But, I doubt I'd be scared of one... considering you seem like a nice person, deep down.
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Another name I've been called is monster.
[It was a more universal term. Though he didn't mean to add the personal bit to it.]
That's a presumptuous statement. [Tsun, tsun, tsun.]
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I see...
[He looked to the side. He didn't understand, honestly, because... ears don't seem like something to be called a monster over. Curiosity was poking at the back of his mind. He actually looked to be in a bad place with that one.] Why, though?
[He gave a slightly apologetic expression to the silver-haired demon.] ... Sorry... if I'm overstepping my boundaries, with that.
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[He didn't even care about the boundaries at this point. InuYasha simply stormed off after having shared that.]
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Hey, wait!
[Damn it, what the hell did you do...?]
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Luke runs even faster, reaching out with his hand to grab the silver-haired young demon firmly by the shoulder. He snatched backward with every bit of strength. Hey, the guy said he's a demon. If that didn't work, he was planning on jumping in front of him.]
I said wait!
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You gotta problem? [He growled as he spoke.]
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Yeah, you stormed off without any warning! I was just...
[He let out an annoyed sigh.]
Look, I'm sorry I made you that upset.
1/2
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The demon shoved Luke off, it wasn't strong enough to knock him over, just enough to give them some space.]
Forget about it.
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I get it. ...It's none of my business.
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