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towerofanimus2013-11-22 11:11 am
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-11-22 11:11 am
who is 'Rocky' and why is his montage music playing
Characters: Rick and YOU
Setting: November 22nd, multiple places - Floor One Dorms (morning), Floor Thirty-Nine (early afternoon), Floor Twenty-Seven (mid-afternoon), Floor Twenty-Six (mid-afternoon), Floor Twenty-Five (late afternoon)
Format: Starting in brackets, will match as always!
Summary: Rick's typical Tower routine now includes attempting to get in shape with Reno. Let's watch and see what happens.
Warnings: Probably none?
Floor One Dorms - Morning - Obligatory Cat Patrol
[It's very unusual for Rick to sleep in like this. It probably doesn't seem so out-of-the-ordinary for most others--nine o'clock isn't exactly high noon--but it's late enough to throw the man off his schedule and make him more harried than usual. Or as harried as he can be, given that the whole reason he couldn't drag himself out of bed was that he ached.]
[It's been more than a week since he and Reno started training like they agreed last month, and it hasn't taken long for Rick to start feeling its more unpleasant side-effects. The increased energy and svelte physique will have to wait on his legs, he supposes, which is what he would remind himself after every extended walk up the Tower stairs to convince himself that he could wait. But now he's made someone a promise--someone who appears quite invested in working with him--and Rick is determined not to let him down.]
[...Which only makes running late worse.]
[For as sore as he is, the blonde man goes about his morning routine very quickly, almost leaping from his bed in 1-16 to shower and dress--but no amount of convincing can persuade Rusty the cat against patrolling his floor. Somewhat reluctantly, the orange tabby cat makes his rounds in a nervous, almost frantic state, rubbing his face on just about anything that gets in his way.]
Floor Thirty-Nine (Gym) - Early Afternoon - MONTAGE
[Rick is already out of breath by the time he gets to the gym, which probably isn't the best way to start things out; but then again, he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing here, anyways. The man has never been to a gym in his life--he has no idea how to work any of the equipment, nor does he trust himself to try, and he's certainly not about to walk up and ask someone...]
[...Well, there's a track, at least. While he waits for Reno to show up (taking his breakfast on the run has made up for a lot of lost time!), Rick busies himself by walking the outer ring and seeing if he can spot anyone he recognizes. This is an unfamiliar part of the Tower, and it's been in his experience that new places bring interesting insight to the lives of his friends.]
Floors Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Six (Lab/Morgue) - Mid-Afternoon - More Standard Tower Affairs
[Following his run in the gym, Rick still has many other things to attend to in his daily routine. His jobs, as usual, take priority.]
[Collar research with the Clear Team is what he typically ends his day with, but this time Rick finds himself in the lab first. For one thing it's a straight walk down the stairs; for another, he's somewhat hesitant to go to the morgue. He hasn't been since his fight with Sephiroth a few days ago--since Veronica watched him die--and he hasn't had the chance to talk with her.]
[...No, not the chance--the nerve. He doesn't even know if she died as well. Either way, he feels that he's failed her on a fundamental level, and the idea of confronting her is...daunting, to say the least. Though the lab, too, isn't entirely safe; they have a new helper, someone related to Edgeworth, and while Rick was present for the initial meeting where she was introduced, he was quick to make a quiet escape before she whipped him like she did Lancer. A very intimidating woman, to be sure! Hopefully he's working at a time when she isn't around--save him some embarrassment before hesitantly making his way to the morgue to face his fate.]
Floor Twenty-Five (Meadow) - Late Afternoon - Napping
[By the end of lunch, what frantic energy Rick had at the start of the day has long been expended. He decides that now would be a good time for a nap.]
[The meadow's tranquil atmosphere has yet to let him down on this end. Blanket and cleaning supplies in hand, Rick settles into the tall grass and prepares to drift off in the pleasant, sunny chill of autumn, even as the frost collects in the foliage around him. This is probably the last time he'll be able to do this until spring, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.]
[Assuming he doesn't catch cold or something.]
Setting: November 22nd, multiple places - Floor One Dorms (morning), Floor Thirty-Nine (early afternoon), Floor Twenty-Seven (mid-afternoon), Floor Twenty-Six (mid-afternoon), Floor Twenty-Five (late afternoon)
Format: Starting in brackets, will match as always!
Summary: Rick's typical Tower routine now includes attempting to get in shape with Reno. Let's watch and see what happens.
Warnings: Probably none?
Floor One Dorms - Morning - Obligatory Cat Patrol
[It's very unusual for Rick to sleep in like this. It probably doesn't seem so out-of-the-ordinary for most others--nine o'clock isn't exactly high noon--but it's late enough to throw the man off his schedule and make him more harried than usual. Or as harried as he can be, given that the whole reason he couldn't drag himself out of bed was that he ached.]
[It's been more than a week since he and Reno started training like they agreed last month, and it hasn't taken long for Rick to start feeling its more unpleasant side-effects. The increased energy and svelte physique will have to wait on his legs, he supposes, which is what he would remind himself after every extended walk up the Tower stairs to convince himself that he could wait. But now he's made someone a promise--someone who appears quite invested in working with him--and Rick is determined not to let him down.]
[...Which only makes running late worse.]
[For as sore as he is, the blonde man goes about his morning routine very quickly, almost leaping from his bed in 1-16 to shower and dress--but no amount of convincing can persuade Rusty the cat against patrolling his floor. Somewhat reluctantly, the orange tabby cat makes his rounds in a nervous, almost frantic state, rubbing his face on just about anything that gets in his way.]
Floor Thirty-Nine (Gym) - Early Afternoon - MONTAGE
[Rick is already out of breath by the time he gets to the gym, which probably isn't the best way to start things out; but then again, he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing here, anyways. The man has never been to a gym in his life--he has no idea how to work any of the equipment, nor does he trust himself to try, and he's certainly not about to walk up and ask someone...]
[...Well, there's a track, at least. While he waits for Reno to show up (taking his breakfast on the run has made up for a lot of lost time!), Rick busies himself by walking the outer ring and seeing if he can spot anyone he recognizes. This is an unfamiliar part of the Tower, and it's been in his experience that new places bring interesting insight to the lives of his friends.]
Floors Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Six (Lab/Morgue) - Mid-Afternoon - More Standard Tower Affairs
[Following his run in the gym, Rick still has many other things to attend to in his daily routine. His jobs, as usual, take priority.]
[Collar research with the Clear Team is what he typically ends his day with, but this time Rick finds himself in the lab first. For one thing it's a straight walk down the stairs; for another, he's somewhat hesitant to go to the morgue. He hasn't been since his fight with Sephiroth a few days ago--since Veronica watched him die--and he hasn't had the chance to talk with her.]
[...No, not the chance--the nerve. He doesn't even know if she died as well. Either way, he feels that he's failed her on a fundamental level, and the idea of confronting her is...daunting, to say the least. Though the lab, too, isn't entirely safe; they have a new helper, someone related to Edgeworth, and while Rick was present for the initial meeting where she was introduced, he was quick to make a quiet escape before she whipped him like she did Lancer. A very intimidating woman, to be sure! Hopefully he's working at a time when she isn't around--save him some embarrassment before hesitantly making his way to the morgue to face his fate.]
Floor Twenty-Five (Meadow) - Late Afternoon - Napping
[By the end of lunch, what frantic energy Rick had at the start of the day has long been expended. He decides that now would be a good time for a nap.]
[The meadow's tranquil atmosphere has yet to let him down on this end. Blanket and cleaning supplies in hand, Rick settles into the tall grass and prepares to drift off in the pleasant, sunny chill of autumn, even as the frost collects in the foliage around him. This is probably the last time he'll be able to do this until spring, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.]
[Assuming he doesn't catch cold or something.]
Floor 39 - Sliding in here with late tags!
And she's close enough to the outer ring that when he's walking by it's easy for her to just glance up, pushed all the way up off the floor as far as she can go on one hand before smiling at him, deciding a casual greeting couldn't hurt. She's a little tired, but not so much she can't speak.]
Hello there sir! I don't think I've seen you around here before.
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--H-Heh? [Yes, he is just as breathless as she is, even though he's only done a few laps and while walking no less. Don't judge him too harshly--the redness rapidly taking over his face says that he's doing enough of that on his own.] A-Ah...y-y-yeah. I'm n-not, uh...u-usually...
[Blush blush. Rick turns away and, very hesitantly, continues slowly walking the track. Continue pestering the blonde man? I mean, even if you let him go, he'll be coming back around on his next lap anyways.]
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Quickly she gets her legs underneath her and pops right back up onto her feet, apparently not terribly winded by her earlier exertion. She's feeling friendly today, and if he's gonna be spending any sort of time here they're probably gonna keep running into each other, so why not introduce herself properly?
Rick now has a young knight following him.]
First time on this floor huh?
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[At first the blonde man's response is only a nod, but after some moments of consideration, he chuckles nervously and tries for a bit of awkward humor.]
...I-It's, ah...p-pretty o-o-obvious, i-isn't it?
It's backtags-o-clock!
Maybe a little, but I think it's a good thing you're trying to improve! I mean, it's not like most people just magically get stronger, and if there were ever a time it mattered... [The odds being what they are, every last person who gives it their all is going to make a difference.]
The most wonderful time of the day!
[At least she's still being nice about it. Rick tries for a smile despite still hiding his face, hands shoved deep into his pockets.]
...Y-You're r-r-right. It's...a-about t-time I...w-well... [The sentence dies an early death.] ...I-I'll, um...be a-a-around m-more often, I think.
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[The fact Rick's probably twice her age doesn't really seem to be a factor to her, she knows by now that the Tower takes in all sorts and while back home it'd be a bit strange for somebody like him to be in that kind of shape, it seems entirely possible he's simply from a world where life is easier than it was back home.]
My name's Amelia! What's yours?
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...R-Rick. [Handshake?] N-Nice to m-m-meet you. A-Ah...y-y-you're a knight?