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towerofanimus2013-09-14 06:08 pm
fragileprophet) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-14 06:08 pm
the fifth - we make our way dreaming
Characters: Ion, Jonouchi Katsuya, and you!
Setting: all throughout the day, the gymnasium, the workshop, floor 51, and the dormitory levels.
Format: starting with action, but will follow!
Summary: Ion has some serious talks with Jonouchi in the morning, then goes off to try and fix the problem that is his bloodstained clothing before winding down the day by strolling through the dorm floors and attempting to make pleasant conversation with anyone and everyone.
Warnings: none that I'm aware of.
Floor 39- early morning, closed to Jonouchi
[Having never really been much of a heavy sleeper, it was a simple matter for Ion to get out of bed earlier than he normally did. Knowing his blonde friend, he suspected there was a high chance of finding Jonouchi training on the 39th floor. Ion wanted to catch him while it was still quiet and empty.]
[The Fon Master, of course, had plenty of time to think in his trip down from the dorms, his eyes closed and body melted against the cool steel of the elevator wall as it made its slow, slow descent. He wasn't sure how he was going to approach the subject of the shadows that had killed Jonouchi. Losing his friend that way had shaken him, but he hadn't known how to bring it up again.]
[He didn't want to put it off anymore; it had been a month. Now was as good a time as ever, when he knew he could have some privacy with the teen. Still, he feels tense and somber as he steps out of the elevator on the 41st floor and makes the rest of the way down. It's not enough to prevent him from smiling when he finds Jonouchi in the gymnasium as he expected, but he knows he can't keep the artificial cheer plastered across his pale face for very long.]
Good morning.
[Ion provides the greeting from across the floor as he approaches the blonde, hoping that Jonouchi hasn't gotten too far into his morning routine.]
I'm sorry to bother you so early...I was hoping we could talk?
Floor 15 - morning to early afternoon
[It had been brought to Ion's attention that the state of his wardrobe was...well...alarming. Granted, he knew that it was without having been told, the once white-and-green state of his robes having been stained almost completely maroon from the blood of his friends. It wasn't terribly worn through, the damage it had sustained itself miniscule, so he had hoped he could simply ignore it...but...the expression on Luke's face when he had seen the stains was full of far too much concern for Ion to overlook.]
[So, although he had no experience in tailoring, Ion set out that morning, after his talk with Jonouchi, to search for some sort of cloth that could be arguably used to craft a new set of clothing out of. Potentially it would've been quicker to ask if someone he knew had any spares he could borrow, but Ion didn't want to impose. Resources were so scarce here, after all. Particularly when death was so easy.]
[And after the meeting he had gone to earlier that month, Ion was, truthfully, feeling much more encouraged to go out and try his hand at new things. If someone were to enter the floor, they'd see the green haired boy rummaging around through the materials, inspecting any fabric he came across and running it through his hands thoughtfully.]
Floor 51 - afternoon to early evening
[After he's done collecting various lengths of fabric and folded them up in his arms, Ion makes his way up to the 51st floor, where he can be found stationed at a desk with his gathered materials. He's fiddling with a sewing machine, trying to figure out exactly how to use it. He wonders, vaguely, if he should perhaps attempt to hand sew himself some clothes.]
[The next hurdle, of course, would be the fact that Ion has no pattern for clothes making. But he'll get to that eventually, trying not to be frustrated as he realizes exactly how daunting this task actually is. Who would've thought it would be so difficult just to make a simple outfit?]
Dorm Floors 1-5 - evening
[Once it gets dark, Ion heads back up to the dorms in order to stay out of trouble. Not quite tired yet, and wanting to stretch his legs for a bit longer before retreating to his room to lie down, he strolls idly through the dormitory levels, smiling pleasantly. He'll greet anyone he passes, whether it be by a polite nod or a--]
Good evening.
[--regardless of whether or not he knows the one he's addressing. Everyone deserved to be treated with equal politeness, after all. If he does know you, however, or you show meet his words with enthusiasm, he'll be more inclined to stop and strike up a conversation. One can't make too many friends.]
Setting: all throughout the day, the gymnasium, the workshop, floor 51, and the dormitory levels.
Format: starting with action, but will follow!
Summary: Ion has some serious talks with Jonouchi in the morning, then goes off to try and fix the problem that is his bloodstained clothing before winding down the day by strolling through the dorm floors and attempting to make pleasant conversation with anyone and everyone.
Warnings: none that I'm aware of.
Floor 39- early morning, closed to Jonouchi
[Having never really been much of a heavy sleeper, it was a simple matter for Ion to get out of bed earlier than he normally did. Knowing his blonde friend, he suspected there was a high chance of finding Jonouchi training on the 39th floor. Ion wanted to catch him while it was still quiet and empty.]
[The Fon Master, of course, had plenty of time to think in his trip down from the dorms, his eyes closed and body melted against the cool steel of the elevator wall as it made its slow, slow descent. He wasn't sure how he was going to approach the subject of the shadows that had killed Jonouchi. Losing his friend that way had shaken him, but he hadn't known how to bring it up again.]
[He didn't want to put it off anymore; it had been a month. Now was as good a time as ever, when he knew he could have some privacy with the teen. Still, he feels tense and somber as he steps out of the elevator on the 41st floor and makes the rest of the way down. It's not enough to prevent him from smiling when he finds Jonouchi in the gymnasium as he expected, but he knows he can't keep the artificial cheer plastered across his pale face for very long.]
Good morning.
[Ion provides the greeting from across the floor as he approaches the blonde, hoping that Jonouchi hasn't gotten too far into his morning routine.]
I'm sorry to bother you so early...I was hoping we could talk?
Floor 15 - morning to early afternoon
[It had been brought to Ion's attention that the state of his wardrobe was...well...alarming. Granted, he knew that it was without having been told, the once white-and-green state of his robes having been stained almost completely maroon from the blood of his friends. It wasn't terribly worn through, the damage it had sustained itself miniscule, so he had hoped he could simply ignore it...but...the expression on Luke's face when he had seen the stains was full of far too much concern for Ion to overlook.]
[So, although he had no experience in tailoring, Ion set out that morning, after his talk with Jonouchi, to search for some sort of cloth that could be arguably used to craft a new set of clothing out of. Potentially it would've been quicker to ask if someone he knew had any spares he could borrow, but Ion didn't want to impose. Resources were so scarce here, after all. Particularly when death was so easy.]
[And after the meeting he had gone to earlier that month, Ion was, truthfully, feeling much more encouraged to go out and try his hand at new things. If someone were to enter the floor, they'd see the green haired boy rummaging around through the materials, inspecting any fabric he came across and running it through his hands thoughtfully.]
Floor 51 - afternoon to early evening
[After he's done collecting various lengths of fabric and folded them up in his arms, Ion makes his way up to the 51st floor, where he can be found stationed at a desk with his gathered materials. He's fiddling with a sewing machine, trying to figure out exactly how to use it. He wonders, vaguely, if he should perhaps attempt to hand sew himself some clothes.]
[The next hurdle, of course, would be the fact that Ion has no pattern for clothes making. But he'll get to that eventually, trying not to be frustrated as he realizes exactly how daunting this task actually is. Who would've thought it would be so difficult just to make a simple outfit?]
Dorm Floors 1-5 - evening
[Once it gets dark, Ion heads back up to the dorms in order to stay out of trouble. Not quite tired yet, and wanting to stretch his legs for a bit longer before retreating to his room to lie down, he strolls idly through the dormitory levels, smiling pleasantly. He'll greet anyone he passes, whether it be by a polite nod or a--]
Good evening.
[--regardless of whether or not he knows the one he's addressing. Everyone deserved to be treated with equal politeness, after all. If he does know you, however, or you show meet his words with enthusiasm, he'll be more inclined to stop and strike up a conversation. One can't make too many friends.]