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towerofanimus2011-11-22 02:38 pm
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Characters: Ammy and EVERYONE EVER!!!!!1!!!
Setting: 1-14, then Floor 18.
Format: I will follow your posting style anywhere, bby. ;o
Summary: Myopic, diabetic nerd assuming he's being sold as a sex slave. He's a genius.
Warnings: AU awkward warnings for all hamsteaks. Also warnings for: Ammy being dumb, Ammy jumping to awkwardly troubling conclusions, and Ammy discussing human trafficking.
The last Amadeus could remember, he'd been staying over at Raiden's house, too tense to sleep but too tired to not fall there eventually. He usually didn't stay over, in part because Dick was a creep and had once made a joke that he might "disappear" some day.
Well, waking up in a bodysuit, in a white room sure made Dick seem prophetic.
Ammy spent a good several minutes freaking the hell out, looking under the beds and pulling at the collar on his neck. If this was some stupid punking attempt by the older Stahler, then Ammy was going to call the cops so hard. However, after discovering the trunk and changing in to his clothes (why did he only have one teeshirt? where the hell were his socks?!), it was sort of obvious even a sociopath like Richard Stahler couldn't have pulled this off. Or at the very least, if he had he wouldn't have given the eighteen year old his stuffed rabbit as a comfort object.
This clearly meant the douche had sold Ammy in to slavery.
~~~
Ammy had booked it from the room all the way down the stairs, rushing in some futile hope that if he wasn't spotted, he could evade his captors like some sort of blue-clad ninja. Armed only with his awesome backpack and a dream, Amadeus Ethelbert would prove everyone wrong and evade being sold as some boytoy!!!
However, despite all his rushing and adrenalin...he got tired around the eighteenth floor, and had to lean on a desk to catch his breath. This was not the time to remember how out of shape he was.
Setting: 1-14, then Floor 18.
Format: I will follow you
Summary: Myopic, diabetic nerd assuming he's being sold as a sex slave. He's a genius.
Warnings: AU awkward warnings for all hamsteaks. Also warnings for: Ammy being dumb, Ammy jumping to awkwardly troubling conclusions, and Ammy discussing human trafficking.
The last Amadeus could remember, he'd been staying over at Raiden's house, too tense to sleep but too tired to not fall there eventually. He usually didn't stay over, in part because Dick was a creep and had once made a joke that he might "disappear" some day.
Well, waking up in a bodysuit, in a white room sure made Dick seem prophetic.
Ammy spent a good several minutes freaking the hell out, looking under the beds and pulling at the collar on his neck. If this was some stupid punking attempt by the older Stahler, then Ammy was going to call the cops so hard. However, after discovering the trunk and changing in to his clothes (why did he only have one teeshirt? where the hell were his socks?!), it was sort of obvious even a sociopath like Richard Stahler couldn't have pulled this off. Or at the very least, if he had he wouldn't have given the eighteen year old his stuffed rabbit as a comfort object.
This clearly meant the douche had sold Ammy in to slavery.
~~~
Ammy had booked it from the room all the way down the stairs, rushing in some futile hope that if he wasn't spotted, he could evade his captors like some sort of blue-clad ninja. Armed only with his awesome backpack and a dream, Amadeus Ethelbert would prove everyone wrong and evade being sold as some boytoy!!!
However, despite all his rushing and adrenalin...he got tired around the eighteenth floor, and had to lean on a desk to catch his breath. This was not the time to remember how out of shape he was.
this is gonna be the most pathetic thread
The split second Ammy saw another human figure, he'd tried to skid to a stop, backpedal, something, but it didn't quite go over as planned. His shoes didn't exactly have traction, and his heel skidded out from under him, sending the teen toppling back, on to his ass. His first instinct was to rub his damn sore tailbone, before really getting a look at the guy, and. Armor. Helmet.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Instead of getting up and running again, the panting teen just drew his legs to his chest and huddled on the stair. "D-don't shoot, I- I'll go back!"
But it will be entertaining.
"Go back where? There is no way out, to my knowledge." He might be scary and armored and such, but for the moment, he's making no hostile movements. Unless putting one's hands in their pockets is hostile.
Entertainingly pathetic!
"Um. No, I- I wasn't trying to escape-" The guy going to his pockets made Ammy skiddish again, flinching enough that his hood fell back. And he didn't automatically try to fix it. Clearly, this was serious business.
"...wait." Come to think of it...this guy was too calm. "Am, uh...am I being punked?"
The best kind of pathetic!
All of the- okay I'm done.
"...noooo~oooo...?"
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Sure, he could just tell the kid, but that would be too easy.
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Sorry Proto, this one's a bit more chatty cathy to just do as anyone says.
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At least, until he realizes he can't remember what number his room was.