http://spiritsup.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-11-03 01:36 pm

(slightly backdated) To be human. [Open]

Characters: Romeo, his roomates if they want to and anyone!
Setting: Beginning in room 1-02 moving to everywhere else in the tower (pick a floor and he will be there)
Format: Take your pick I'll match!
Summary: Romeo wakes up after being killed by Molly.
Warnings: Mentions of death.

In room: Romeo couldn't move, was this what death was like? But the ceiling looked just the same as in the tower. He had been killed... by Molly...

The bad people must have made her do it, because they were best friends. They had sworn eternal friendship to each other and she would never ever hurt him on purpose. He wondered if he was in heaven now, if he would see Alfredo but if so why couldn't he move...

He got more and more scared as time went on, death couldn't be like this forever could it.

When he finally could move he shot upright into sitting position and blinked. He was still in the tower, this was his room... but he remembered dying. He remembered some of the adults talking about how you couldn't die here... was this what they had meant?

He curled up on his side and stared at his hands. Wait... his hands? He sat up again and pressed his hands to his face, and then his head. He had no antlers anymore, his face was normal! He looked down and saw his legs and feet. He had feet! And hands! He jumped up onto the bed. "I'm a human again!" He gave the biggest grin and then remembered mister America attacking him.

What if he still wanted to kill him... what if the bad people still wanted to hurt him! He jumped down and hid behind his bed peeking out with wide eyes.

Out in coridoors: A little while later, dressed in his normal clothes Romeo ventured out. He was a little nervous and scared in case some people still wanted to hurt him but he was happy enough at having hands and feet again. He ran and skipped instead of walked, stopped to touch things or pick them up just because he could.

He went to the fish room to run his fingers through the water, read a book in the library so he could turn the pages, went to the eating hall so he could eat something that wasn't salad. Though if any one came near him he flinched, unless he knew them very well, and he couldn't quite look people in the eye.

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Milagro was just happy to be able to eat on her own again. A month without the use of them had driven her nearly insane, stuck at every other person in the tower's mercy. She had resisted the temptation to pile her tray full of every kind of food in the kitchen- her mothers stern 'never waste food' idea firmly embedded in her head- and it was a good thing too. Because when she saw Romeo, she dropped her tray.

Then she threw her arms around the little boy, and wrapped him in the biggest Milagro hug ever.

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I am! It's like I told you before, nothing beats me!" She let out the first laugh she's had in a while, and gave Romeo a good squeeze before she let him go. Then she clasped both hands on his shoulder and gave him a serious look.

"No one's going to hurt you again. I'll break anyone's nose if they mess with you."

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Determination. Willpower. Milagro's favorite emotion out of them all. She went ahead and sat down at the seat next to him, because she knew she could really like this kid. Not just because of what they had been through together, but because of his attitude.

"Alright! We're allies then!"

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course we will. I'm a green lantern, and you're my ally now. It'll be our job to protect everyone here." She beamed, looking a little too proud of herself, and then her eyes quickly moved to look at the plate. Normally she wouldn't- but she's starving at that point, and she had dropped her plate.

"Yes. Please."

[identity profile] princesslantern.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Milagro took the utensils from him and didn't even stop to worry about the fact that they were someone elses, as she dug into the eggs. Once she swallowed her mouthful, she flashes a grin at him.

"It feels the best to feed yourself again, doesn't it?"

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
For goodness' sake...

Who's making all that noise?



Ienzo's mentality had definitely been changing over the course of the past few weeks, and it wasn't for the happier -- so it was with hardly-concealed annoyance that he grudgingly walked over to the door and stuck his head out. He had every intention of giving the person a stern lecture on the importance of shutting the hell up. Or at least, he did until he saw who it actually was.

"Romeo? You're..."

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
You haven't seen Ienzo around anywhere, Romeo, because while you were busy riding around on a flying skateboard, he was being a social recluse and basically contemplating about how bad everyone had it. But luckily, Romeo is now back to scare him straight through the virtues of compassion and love! When the boy tackled him -- because there was no part of Ienzo's mind that comprehended it as any sort of affectionate gesture at all -- he pretty much did fall over, mostly because he's the shortest, most twig-like eight year old on the planet Earth.

So yes, when Romeo bowled him over, Ienzo wasn't able to react in time, helpless to resist Romeo's excitable violence. Also, he screamed, very loudly. It would probably be amusing if he wasn't under the impression that Romeo had gone insane and was now trying to kill him.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god. Oh man. Oh god.

"Ah. No..." His speaking volume is fluctuating wildly now, hand to his heart. God. Romeo scared him.

"H-here. No..." Awkwardly, he got to his own feet, pulling awkwardly at his clothes. "No... I'm not injured... it's fine."

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh for the love of please stop hugging.

Ienzo seemed to have gotten used to it by now, key word being 'seemed'; he merely cringed, but that was just because he had tightened his muscles, since he couldn't exactly curl into a "get-away-from-me ball" while standing up.

"...About me... why?"

One would think that Romeo would be more concerned with himself, being a genetic monstrosity and all.

In Room

[identity profile] sullenandroid.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
At another bed in the room - the one formerly inhabited by Lloyd - what appeared to be an adult man stood, dressed in in greys and reds, with a tattered yellow scarf hanging down his back. He was looking at a helmet before he heard Romeo's outburst. He turned a cold expression toward the boy, not sure what to think.

[identity profile] sullenandroid.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
That...is an odd reaction. Usually, citizens were not that forward with him, often giving more meek responses, if any.

"...I recently awoke, yes. Where is this place?" He spies the collar on the boy's neck, one hand reaching under the scarf on his own neck, feeling the similar device. "What are these collars?"

[identity profile] sullenandroid.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that note...

Protoman had read it, and crumpled it up before he'd gotten dressed. He made a noise akin to scoffing. "The place is probably better off destroyed," he comments in an icy, mechanical tone.

[identity profile] sullenandroid.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not this tower. My world." He pauses, considering things for a moment. "Though the tower may be as well. It remains to be seen." His voice is pretty bitter as he says this.

Though he's curious about what Romeo said. "Stop the 'baddies'?"