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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. ]
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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.]