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towerofanimus2011-12-07 06:35 pm
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Entry tags:
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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.
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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( ]