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towerofanimus2011-12-07 06:35 pm
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Characters: Tatsuki and whoever runs into her! WE ALL 'BOUT DAT OPEN LOG Y'ALL
Setting: Dorm 1-13, Floors 1 & 11
Format: Prose for the post, action for the tags
Summary: There's a distraught teenager wandering the tower. Approach y/n?
Warnings: Nothing to speak of!
[Dormitory]
For thirty seconds, Tatsuki lay there in bed. Thirty seconds of tortured struggling against her own inability to move, or even cry out. Frozen, trapped in her own skin for thirty agonizing seconds.
Twenty eight. Twenty nine. Thirty.
"Haaaaaaah!"
And then right on cue, she shot bolt upright in her bed - well, a bed. She'd never slept in it in her life. Not the bed, not the room... even the air itself was thick with a pervading sense of unfamiliarity. With each hyperventilated breath she took, the atmosphere felt wrong in her lungs. There was no familiar presence she could sense to reassure herself. Just the bed, the trunk at its foot, the weird, sci-fi jumpsuit she wouldn't be caught dead in if she could help it, and a letter, which, against her better judgement, she proceeded to read.
"No... that's impossible..."
It was safe to say she regretted that right away.
[Floor 1]
From the corner of the cafeteria, the sound of a teenage girl coughing can be heard, as she chokes down the bowl of sick the tower attempts to pass off as oatmeal. She knows she has to finish it, if only because she's starving, but every two or three spoonfuls she pauses to gag and rub her forehead in frustration.
[Floor 11]
There was nothing here for her.
Sitting there on the spiral staircase, she pauses for a moment to consider the possibility of diving into the water and swimming off the edge. Not for more than a moment, though. That wouldn't be her style at all, would it? Besides, there had to be some kind of catch. Everyone was fine, and Ichigo would pull his whole hero schtick like he always did. Everything would work itself out.
Right?
She spat into the water, fists clenched tightly. So tightly, the palms of her hands began to bleed as her nails dug in.
Setting: Dorm 1-13, Floors 1 & 11
Format: Prose for the post, action for the tags
Summary: There's a distraught teenager wandering the tower. Approach y/n?
Warnings: Nothing to speak of!
[Dormitory]
For thirty seconds, Tatsuki lay there in bed. Thirty seconds of tortured struggling against her own inability to move, or even cry out. Frozen, trapped in her own skin for thirty agonizing seconds.
Twenty eight. Twenty nine. Thirty.
"Haaaaaaah!"
And then right on cue, she shot bolt upright in her bed - well, a bed. She'd never slept in it in her life. Not the bed, not the room... even the air itself was thick with a pervading sense of unfamiliarity. With each hyperventilated breath she took, the atmosphere felt wrong in her lungs. There was no familiar presence she could sense to reassure herself. Just the bed, the trunk at its foot, the weird, sci-fi jumpsuit she wouldn't be caught dead in if she could help it, and a letter, which, against her better judgement, she proceeded to read.
"No... that's impossible..."
It was safe to say she regretted that right away.
[Floor 1]
From the corner of the cafeteria, the sound of a teenage girl coughing can be heard, as she chokes down the bowl of sick the tower attempts to pass off as oatmeal. She knows she has to finish it, if only because she's starving, but every two or three spoonfuls she pauses to gag and rub her forehead in frustration.
[Floor 11]
There was nothing here for her.
Sitting there on the spiral staircase, she pauses for a moment to consider the possibility of diving into the water and swimming off the edge. Not for more than a moment, though. That wouldn't be her style at all, would it? Besides, there had to be some kind of catch. Everyone was fine, and Ichigo would pull his whole hero schtick like he always did. Everything would work itself out.
Right?
She spat into the water, fists clenched tightly. So tightly, the palms of her hands began to bleed as her nails dug in.
Floor 1
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Right, because my main concern is the menu.
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Look, are you selling something? Because unless it's a ride home, I ain't buyin'.
[She takes another spoonful of oatmeal, momentarily forgetting how awful it is until it enters her mouth.]
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Think I'd still be here if I did? [HE IS TRYING TO BE RELATIVELY FRIENDLY OK. HE IS AWARE THAT THIS IS A SUCK ASS SITUATION. Look, he's even extending his hand -- HE COMES IN PEACE, CHILL.] Name's Ed.
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Do you seriously have nowhere else to be right now?
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Look, I'm just trying to help you out. But hey, if you'd rather sit here hacking and gagging on some shitty oatmeal because you didn't want to listen to the guy who would've told you that eating it slower would probably help you not throw up, that's fine. You just go ahead and enjoy that.
[and with that he pushes himself up off the chair, stuffing his hands in his pockets. But before he leaves he turns to tell her one last thing.]
Oh and you might want to be careful whenever you head back to your room. There's a couple of floors that aren't exactly safe.
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I'm sure I can handle myself just fine. Worry about yourself, Shorty.
[...Yeah, she went there.]
1/2
What is his life. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO HIM? HE CAN NOT.]
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Floor 11. I wanted to be serious but I just can't anymore
Brosis why you gotta spit into the pool?In a blue tunic, fully loaded down with sword, shield, and equipment, and with nothing for air.
Wearing iron boots. What even...
Eventually said elf-looking person surfaces and is somehow miraculously not all that wet, or gasping for air, and the boots are put away (they're only heavy when she wears them DUH.) When they see Tasuki, their eyes make a beeline for the blood, and they're immediately concerned. ]
... You've injured yourself...
[ Hello I am Protag Obvious ]
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Huh... I didn't notice.
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Did you arrive recently?
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... I'm sorry.
[ For whatever it is worth, it is an honestly meant statement. You know, were she better at this, she'd probably try to comfort her more, but she really isn't. She's about as good at socializing as you get, and she likes people, but she's pretty bad with making friends or talking.]
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It's fine. I know there's more to it than that letter said. I mean, there's gotta be, right?
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There is. This Tower is inescapable and there have been what others are calling "experiments" on those they've taken here. I do not believe anyone vile enough to harm others or force them to kill would have our best interests at heart. I would be on guard.
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...That wasn't the part I was talking about, but what?
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... I'm merely saying that this Tower... has a tendency to do odd things to people. U-usually, it's calm, if you avoid the dangerous areas.
[ ahsdfh pls to not be freaking out 8( ]
floor 1
Ah, slow down there. [She pats her back gently]
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Do I have to? Sooner I finish, sooner I never eat this shit again.
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It's like she doesn't even have a gag reflex...]Should it even be possible to choke on oatmeal?
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Who has a gag reflex for icky oatmeal. DON'T TAAAASTE. Vietnam has to admit, those were very fast reflexes.]This is especially bad oatmeal, I wouldn't be surprised that it's possible. But, at least now you'll be able to eat something more palatable.
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Floor 1
He looked at the girl who was sharing his table and smiled at her.