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towerofanimus2013-10-11 12:00 am
planmaker) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-11 12:00 am
Entry tags:
1st sunrise
Characters: A bearded Isaac and you.
Setting: The cafeteria, library, and the twelfth floor on October 11th.
Format: Action brackets please.
Summary: Isaac gets his bearings and explores the Tower.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.
Cafeteria
[The bearded (young? He looks young, but he carries himself as if he is someone with decades of experience) man doesn't seem particularly fazed when he steps into the cafeteria and makes his way to the line for food. It is only when he witnesses various residents getting some manner of orange-colored food, only to be given a bowl of oatmeal, that he so much as raises a brow before turning to the nearest person.]
What's a guy have to do to get some of the good stuff around here?
Library
[Now he is seated in a corner of the library. There are four books beside him on the floor and a fifth, this one with a green cover that looks like it's made of leather, in his hands. He looks like he has been here for some time and is very engrossed in his reading, a fond and nostalgic smile is on his face. The books look a little different from library books and in fact they were in his trunk when he woke up.
He turns a page and then looks up, seeming to sense something. Or someone.] Ah, hello. Am I in your way?
Twelfth floor
[He is melancholy and quiet on this floor. He isn't truly on the floor itself as he is seated on one of the lower steps on the staircase, but he appears deep in thought and his eyes never leave the epicenter of the disaster depicted here.
Your world has been destroyed.
He wonders if this is what it was like when it happened, one bright flash and then it was all over, everything they had ever fought for wiped out in a single instant. He hopes not. He likes to think that the people of Weyard would have gone out fighting.]
Setting: The cafeteria, library, and the twelfth floor on October 11th.
Format: Action brackets please.
Summary: Isaac gets his bearings and explores the Tower.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.
Cafeteria
[The bearded (young? He looks young, but he carries himself as if he is someone with decades of experience) man doesn't seem particularly fazed when he steps into the cafeteria and makes his way to the line for food. It is only when he witnesses various residents getting some manner of orange-colored food, only to be given a bowl of oatmeal, that he so much as raises a brow before turning to the nearest person.]
What's a guy have to do to get some of the good stuff around here?
Library
[Now he is seated in a corner of the library. There are four books beside him on the floor and a fifth, this one with a green cover that looks like it's made of leather, in his hands. He looks like he has been here for some time and is very engrossed in his reading, a fond and nostalgic smile is on his face. The books look a little different from library books and in fact they were in his trunk when he woke up.
He turns a page and then looks up, seeming to sense something. Or someone.] Ah, hello. Am I in your way?
Twelfth floor
[He is melancholy and quiet on this floor. He isn't truly on the floor itself as he is seated on one of the lower steps on the staircase, but he appears deep in thought and his eyes never leave the epicenter of the disaster depicted here.
Your world has been destroyed.
He wonders if this is what it was like when it happened, one bright flash and then it was all over, everything they had ever fought for wiped out in a single instant. He hopes not. He likes to think that the people of Weyard would have gone out fighting.]
Cafeteria
Good stuff? Nay, the tower does not treat us to the luxury of having edible food, lad. It forces us to eat such bile as this oatmeal.