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towerofanimus2013-09-23 12:48 pm
thinkwisely) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-23 12:48 pm
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02. I'm a young soul in this very strange world.
Characters: Ivan and you!
Setting: Dorm Room 2-08 (Closed to Roommates), Floor 45, and Floor 90. All throughout the day!
Format: Either is absolutely fine.
Summary: Ivan sulks in his room, but then eventually forces himself to do go out and look around a little.
Warnings: None for now; potential run-ins with mermaids on floor 90? Oh, and he may try to mind read your character 'cause it's what he does. If that isn't okay just say so!
Dorm Room 2-08 - morning, closed to roommates
[Ivan hadn't felt like being very social. Not when, hardly a week after his initial arrival at the Tower, he had been murdered not by a monster, or even by the shadows that had followed him around and filling him with doubt, but by one of his fellow residents. Seemingly, for no reason other than the fact that she had wanted to. Because he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ivan couldn't completely believe it was true--he had sensed a story there inside of her thoughts and memories, though he hadn't had the concentration to put the flashes of pictures and scattered words together.
Could one really blame him? Sure, Ivan had gotten to know a taste of adventure and of danger and of tretchery in the beginnings of his journey with his friends, back on Weyard, but torture? That wasn't something the teenager was even a little experienced in. Well, he supposed he was now. Not that it was a fact he particularly wanted to brag about.
It had been, unsurprisingly, discouraging to the newcomer. He had spent most of the past month keeping to himself, using the elevators other than the stairs and sticking to the dorms when he wasn't getting something to eat from the Cafeteria.
Ivan knew he couldn't keep doing this. Still, when he woke up that morning, he found himself staring warily at his door. He slumped his shoulders, sighed, and burrowed himself back into bed with particular aggression.]
What's the use, even?
[He grumbled into his sheet, staring at the white wall ahead of him. It wasn't as if he could leave the Tower. What would he even accomplish by going out? Other than, well, probably get hurt and die again. And then there was the matter of that favor he owed his murderer.]
Floor 45 - afternoon
[This floor looked harmless enough. Ivan supposed that, now that he had forced himself to get out of bed and look around, he might as well do something besides travel down the stairs and camp out in the elevator. The blonde was more than happy to circle the windowed walls of the Tower, squinting out into the cloudy sky to see if he could see anything beyond.
Happy, that was, until a dead face was staring back at him. With a frightened shout, Ivan stumbled backward, losing grip on the Shaman's Rod and fumbling frantically for his short sword.
It wasn't until he had brandished it that he began to realize the creature, though its eyes were focused upon him and its body pressed earnestly against the opposite side of the glass, couldn't seem to actually breach it. Ivan's heart thumped as he knelt and reached blindly for the Shaman's Rod with one hand, never once taking his eyes away from the monster. ]
Floor 90 - evening
[When Ivan came across the lagoon, he couldn't help himself. The floor looked so absolutely beautiful, even knowing that night would be soon upon him. Surely, there wouldn't be much harm in just strolling along the sandbanks for a few minutes before heading back up to the dorms, where it was safe?
Hearing a splash, however, Ivan wondered what sort of fish the waters held, and began to make his way over, so he could peer down into the clear blues. He hadn't initially planned on getting close to the water--the overall view was good enough for him to relax--and he doubted that any sort of zombie-like creatures would begin to dot the horizon and follow him like they had in the observatory.
Foregoing that, Ivan was beginning to feel as if perhaps he had made the right choice in forcing himself to venture out of the safety of his dorm room. ]
Setting: Dorm Room 2-08 (Closed to Roommates), Floor 45, and Floor 90. All throughout the day!
Format: Either is absolutely fine.
Summary: Ivan sulks in his room, but then eventually forces himself to do go out and look around a little.
Warnings: None for now; potential run-ins with mermaids on floor 90? Oh, and he may try to mind read your character 'cause it's what he does. If that isn't okay just say so!
Dorm Room 2-08 - morning, closed to roommates
[Ivan hadn't felt like being very social. Not when, hardly a week after his initial arrival at the Tower, he had been murdered not by a monster, or even by the shadows that had followed him around and filling him with doubt, but by one of his fellow residents. Seemingly, for no reason other than the fact that she had wanted to. Because he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ivan couldn't completely believe it was true--he had sensed a story there inside of her thoughts and memories, though he hadn't had the concentration to put the flashes of pictures and scattered words together.
Could one really blame him? Sure, Ivan had gotten to know a taste of adventure and of danger and of tretchery in the beginnings of his journey with his friends, back on Weyard, but torture? That wasn't something the teenager was even a little experienced in. Well, he supposed he was now. Not that it was a fact he particularly wanted to brag about.
It had been, unsurprisingly, discouraging to the newcomer. He had spent most of the past month keeping to himself, using the elevators other than the stairs and sticking to the dorms when he wasn't getting something to eat from the Cafeteria.
Ivan knew he couldn't keep doing this. Still, when he woke up that morning, he found himself staring warily at his door. He slumped his shoulders, sighed, and burrowed himself back into bed with particular aggression.]
What's the use, even?
[He grumbled into his sheet, staring at the white wall ahead of him. It wasn't as if he could leave the Tower. What would he even accomplish by going out? Other than, well, probably get hurt and die again. And then there was the matter of that favor he owed his murderer.]
Floor 45 - afternoon
[This floor looked harmless enough. Ivan supposed that, now that he had forced himself to get out of bed and look around, he might as well do something besides travel down the stairs and camp out in the elevator. The blonde was more than happy to circle the windowed walls of the Tower, squinting out into the cloudy sky to see if he could see anything beyond.
Happy, that was, until a dead face was staring back at him. With a frightened shout, Ivan stumbled backward, losing grip on the Shaman's Rod and fumbling frantically for his short sword.
It wasn't until he had brandished it that he began to realize the creature, though its eyes were focused upon him and its body pressed earnestly against the opposite side of the glass, couldn't seem to actually breach it. Ivan's heart thumped as he knelt and reached blindly for the Shaman's Rod with one hand, never once taking his eyes away from the monster. ]
Floor 90 - evening
[When Ivan came across the lagoon, he couldn't help himself. The floor looked so absolutely beautiful, even knowing that night would be soon upon him. Surely, there wouldn't be much harm in just strolling along the sandbanks for a few minutes before heading back up to the dorms, where it was safe?
Hearing a splash, however, Ivan wondered what sort of fish the waters held, and began to make his way over, so he could peer down into the clear blues. He hadn't initially planned on getting close to the water--the overall view was good enough for him to relax--and he doubted that any sort of zombie-like creatures would begin to dot the horizon and follow him like they had in the observatory.
Foregoing that, Ivan was beginning to feel as if perhaps he had made the right choice in forcing himself to venture out of the safety of his dorm room. ]
Floor 45
Ivan! Are you alright?
[She casts a suspicious glance around the room, but her shoulders relax when she sees no monsters inside, just the figure on the outside. Whew... that could have been a lot worse...]
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[Ivan steals a quick glance over at Sheba as she enters, before looking at the thing on the other side of the glass. Though it doesn't do anything...it still makes him uneasy. Ivan shudders, then finally averts his eyes to put away his sword and retrieve the Shaman's Rod.]
Sorry about that. It...it just startled me. I wasn't expecting anything to appear.
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I still jump a little whenever I see them.
[Which is part of the reason she doesn't come to this floor very often. She is quiet for a moment or two.] ...how have you been? It's been awhile since we last talked.
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That would mean he was changing himself for this place.]
I've been...
[Ivan hesitates, then frowns. He looks at Sheba, then looks away again--trying to find someplace better to look than the monster he couldn't quite forget was staring right at him. It isn't until he's stood up once again, and is straightening out his clothes, that he actually answers.]
I...haven't felt like being very social. I hope I didn't worry you, or anything.
[He knew that she seemed to care more about him than he did for her--at least as things stood. It wasn't something he could control, though he wished he could be able to feel all the things he had gone through in her memories as opposed to just seeing them abstractly. Maybe if he could, he wouldn't feel so thoroughly dazed and confused.
Regardless, it seemed bad taste to point that out.]
IS THERE A PARTY HERE IN 2-08?!
The blonde eventually came around back to the dorm room, once in the room he noticed the other looking rather glum.]
Wanna tell me what's up?
[Was the tower already getting to him?]
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After a long moment, however, he finally pulls himself up into a sitting position, sheets still clutched around his petite frame and usually tidy hair mussed beyond belief.]
I was murdered. [No sense in beating around the bush. Not in this place.] It was a while ago, but I can't stop thinking about it.
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Murdered? Do you know by who?
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[Ivan's face falls even further, if that's possible, and he sighs.]
She never told me her name, but I read her mind to get the answers she wasn't providing and found it, there. I didn't find out too much, though...she made it a bit hard for me to focus...
[Ivan imagines the knife cutting into him so slowly and meticulously, and he trails off with a small shudder.]
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You okay?
[Even though your body is unharmed now.]
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[Absently, he smooths out his hair. He hoped that she hadn't done the same thing to other people. Nobody deserved to be hurt in such a way. His face falling, Ivan looks at the floor.]
Really, I'm fine. It's just kind of...discouraging. Monsters, I can handle, but I didn't expect to have to worry about the other people here, too.
[Ivan pauses, and although he can't bring himself to smile, exactly, he looked gratefully up at Kido.]
Thank you, Kido, for asking. It's nice to have someone to talk to.
[Considering, to the best of his knowledge, none of his friends were in the Tower. There was Sheba...but he was still having a hard time fully connecting to her.]
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It's no problem. The tower's kind of tough by itself.
[He just wanted to help others.]
90
He was off to the side, away from the water, settled comfortably nearby.]
Ain't it a little dangerous for you to be wanderin' around at night?
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He was also wearing bright red. Ivan was suddenly extremely embarrassed for his observational skills. He tries not to flush as he turns the Shaman's Rod around in his hands.]
I could ask the same thing.
[Ivan wasn't one to play the tough guy, and it showed, but it still seemed like a good response.]
And I wouldn't say it's quite night, yet. More like...late evening.
[Though the sun would be gone completely in no time, that was certain.]
Floor 45
[[The blonde this statement comes from is reading, completely ignoring the creatures.]]
They can't get you, no matter how much they want to. One could say they make swell company that way.
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[He had been beginning to gather as much, anyway, but it was nice to have a definite grasp on the creature crawling on the glass. Ivan was still new, after all.
The boy can't help but feel a bit concerned as he regains himself, putting his weapon away, and looks over at the girl who had spoken.]
Don't they unsettle you at all?
[Dangerous or not, Ivan couldn't imagine simply reading so calmly with those things making themselves known. But then, again, he was new.]
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[[It's here that she marks her page, closing the book and turning to smile at him.]]
I take it you either don't visit this floor very often at all, or you're fairly new to the tower.
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Yeah--I mean, to both. [He gives a small, somewhat awkward, chuckle, and a shrug.] I arrived last month...but I haven't really been doing much exploring.
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[[Standing up, she moves to offer him her hand.]]
And I'm Rose, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
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[Being stalked by shadows, finding threatening messages in his mailbox, getting brutally tortured by a seemingly-random resident in a bad mood...not a very good first month. But details, details.
Ivan squeezes her hand when she offers it, giving it a friendly, if not particularly enthusiastic, shake.]
My name is Ivan. It's nice to meet you, as well. [A pause.] Would you mind if I asked you how long you've been here, as well?
[He wasn't immediately reading her mind for the answers. That was an improvement, at least.]
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Not at all, Ivan. I've been here nearly a year now.
[[Not that Rose would be particularly off-put by the action. When you own a few creatures who can both read your mind and talk directly into it, you get used to it.]]
Floor 90!
So she approaches, clearing her throat quietly to get his attention in the hopes of not startling him.]
Evening, Ivan!
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[Ivan was startled, but only slightly. When he turns to face Amelia, he smiles.]
I wasn't expecting to run into anyone.
[Thinking about it, though, that was a bit silly. Even though it was getting late, it made sense that more people would pass by on the floors closer to the bottom and to the top of the Tower--and this lagoon was so beautiful, he couldn't really blame anyone else for wanting to relax in the sand, as well.]
You've been doing well, I hope?
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[Slowly she walks over next to him, looking out over the Lagoon for a moment herself. This floor always was really nice...]
How about you? I haven't seen you for awhile, you been holding up alright?
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It’s been going as well as can be expected, I suppose. I’ve been trying to stay out of trouble…so I haven’t been particularly adventurous.
[He pauses.]
Thank you for thinking of me, though.
[It was good to be reminded that some people in the Tower were friendly.]
Floor 90!
[She is surprised when she sees the blonde figure on the other side of the lagoon, however. But, it's a happy surprise; it feels better know her friends are safe.]
Ivan! It's a pleasure to see you.
sdkhfbgsdfg sorry I'm so slow lately huff huff sorry ;u; BUT HELLO HI CASTMATE
[Ivan's gaze snaps up at the familiar voice, and his face immediately brightens. True, the Tower of all places isn't somewhere he'd wish for Mia to be, but other than Sheba this is the first person from Weyard he's run into--and Mia he actually knew he knew.
Without hesitation, he edges back from the water to jog across the sand toward her.]
I'm so glad to see you're okay!
castmates <3333
[She smiles, and takes a few steps towards Ivan in return. It was relieving beyond words to know that she wasn't the only person here from Weyard.]
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[Knowing that, it felt wrong to complain.]
How about you?
[It was thoroughly possible she had been there for the same amount of time as him, or even longer. It wasn’t as if Ivan had made much of an effort to leave his room.]