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towerofanimus2013-09-07 05:53 pm
musubi) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-07 05:53 pm
Entry tags:
how the mighty have fallen
Characters: Isamu Nitta and whoever dares.
Setting: Various floors in the first block. Cafeteria, mostly. His bedroom (1-06) if you're a roomie.
Format:surprise me any
Summary: The Mighty Isamu, Master of Amala, now lost and confused in his new surroundings, is doing his best to avoid contact with others. It's easier to tell how much of a freak you appear to be when there's more than just demons around to judge.
Warnings: He's kind of an ass.
The chest by his bed had contained his clothing, though the most Isamu had really done was switch out the white outfit he'd woken in to his old jeans and hat. Trying to cover himself with a shirt was pointless. It was too tight and rubbed against the growths uncomfortably. Anyone who saw him after he snuck out would just have to deal.
-Cafeteria-
It's been a couple days since Isamu's arrival, and he's hungry. He'd been taken care of in the Amala Network after a time, but here? Here the neglected and empty pieces of his still-human system had nothing to keep them from crying out for attention. Hiding in his room did little good when it was shared (though he did try) so he waits until night to make his way to the cafeteria.
Being refused anything but a bowl of oatmeal, he considers skipping out on food entirely. His stomach has other ideas, however, and oatmeal is one of the few things he might actually be able to get down (that isn't a straight liquid) after a good while of not eating at all. He moves to a corner of the room and does his best to eat there without being noticed.
-Floor 3 / Library-
Searching through the books here reveals little about anything. One would have thought that with so many words at least some of them would be useful. He doesn't stay here long, and he leaves a mess of scattered books behind him when he leaves.
-Floor 4 / Lounge-
The rest of his time out is spent in this room, curled up on a futon against the wall and doing his best to make himself invisible to others so that he can have some time to ponder things in private.
Setting: Various floors in the first block. Cafeteria, mostly. His bedroom (1-06) if you're a roomie.
Format:
Summary: The Mighty Isamu, Master of Amala, now lost and confused in his new surroundings, is doing his best to avoid contact with others. It's easier to tell how much of a freak you appear to be when there's more than just demons around to judge.
Warnings: He's kind of an ass.
The chest by his bed had contained his clothing, though the most Isamu had really done was switch out the white outfit he'd woken in to his old jeans and hat. Trying to cover himself with a shirt was pointless. It was too tight and rubbed against the growths uncomfortably. Anyone who saw him after he snuck out would just have to deal.
-Cafeteria-
It's been a couple days since Isamu's arrival, and he's hungry. He'd been taken care of in the Amala Network after a time, but here? Here the neglected and empty pieces of his still-human system had nothing to keep them from crying out for attention. Hiding in his room did little good when it was shared (though he did try) so he waits until night to make his way to the cafeteria.
Being refused anything but a bowl of oatmeal, he considers skipping out on food entirely. His stomach has other ideas, however, and oatmeal is one of the few things he might actually be able to get down (that isn't a straight liquid) after a good while of not eating at all. He moves to a corner of the room and does his best to eat there without being noticed.
-Floor 3 / Library-
Searching through the books here reveals little about anything. One would have thought that with so many words at least some of them would be useful. He doesn't stay here long, and he leaves a mess of scattered books behind him when he leaves.
-Floor 4 / Lounge-
The rest of his time out is spent in this room, curled up on a futon against the wall and doing his best to make himself invisible to others so that he can have some time to ponder things in private.
Floor 4
Make threats you can actually back up, if you're going to make them at all. [ A pause. He nearly snaps out something uncharitable about Isamu's questionable intelligence, but gags himself. Minato wouldn't approve of that. ]
Look, I have no interest in hurting you, okay?
Floor 4
[He snorts.]
I'm not afraid of anyone.
Floor 4
Isamu's the one that used the word afraid, not him. He'd been assuming mental issues or reluctance. ]
Your prior behavior certainly didn't display comfort with physical proximity. Unless you're deathly allergic to human beings.
Floor 4
[He can say that now. A few days from now he might not feel quite the same.]
Floor 4
That's a grating attitude to have, and useless to boot. Don't you have any common sense? Honestly.
Floor 4
...Whatever. I can find somewhere else.
Floor 4
Fine. [ Still exasperated. Maybe he should leave too. No, wait, first he should do this: ] I'm Hidetoshi. If you're ill, I suggest you keep to the dormitories at night unless you want to spend a lot of time fighting off monsters.
[ ... Okay, now he's quitting the scene and turning to walk back to his couch because there's only so long his patience can last. ]
Floor 4
[He slams the door behind him when he leaves.
He'll remember Hidetoshi's name, though. Even if it looks like he doesn't give a shit.]