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towerofanimus2011-12-18 01:58 pm
reddeadvirgo.livejournal.com) wrote in towerofanimus2011-12-18 01:58 pm
002.
Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam and yoooooou
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop OR the infirmary, backdated to a few days after returning from the nightmare worlds.
Format: Start prose, can match
Summary: After her first hectic days in the Tower, Kanaya is finally allowed to leave the infirmary (after almost dying of boredom). She about has a heart attack upon realizing that all of the clothes in her trunk show her symbol in red. So, she heads to the workshop, to hopefully remedy this problem.
Warnings: Probably language, and mentions of injury.
[Floor 15]
Kanaya frowned at the expanse of dark gray fabric before her. It had been a long time since she'd really sewn anything. She had patched up the jacket that Vriska made her, but making clothes in their own right was something she hadn't had the time for in what felt like sweeps. Beside her was a small pile of clothing -- things that bore the Virgo symbol in that stupid mutant color of hers. She could paint the shirt again, but...a patch would suffice for her coat. It felt wrong to make too drastic of a change.
Hopefully the skills would come back to her. The white body suit was not exactly the most comfortable thing to wear all the time (though it was effective for hiding all the bandages she was dressed with). She grabbed the pencil that she had set aside and began drawing out the shapes required for a simple tee-shirt. She'd paint the symbol on once it was all put together.
[Infirmary]
Kanaya did not consider her life to be boring. Not in the least. Especially not since she had revealed her blood color. Honestly, her life was pretty exciting, if downright shitty in most aspects.
And yet, medical blocks were still unspeakably boring. She sighed, staring down at the bandages covering her arms. She'd probably need to change them soon, but she always dreaded having to take them off, for fear of anyone seeing her mutation. The blood was mistakable for maroon while it was dry, but usually the wounds required cleaning too.
She'd put it off for a little while longer. Until then, time to count the folds in the sheets on the bed.
Setting: Floor 15, the workshop OR the infirmary, backdated to a few days after returning from the nightmare worlds.
Format: Start prose, can match
Summary: After her first hectic days in the Tower, Kanaya is finally allowed to leave the infirmary (after almost dying of boredom). She about has a heart attack upon realizing that all of the clothes in her trunk show her symbol in red. So, she heads to the workshop, to hopefully remedy this problem.
Warnings: Probably language, and mentions of injury.
[Floor 15]
Kanaya frowned at the expanse of dark gray fabric before her. It had been a long time since she'd really sewn anything. She had patched up the jacket that Vriska made her, but making clothes in their own right was something she hadn't had the time for in what felt like sweeps. Beside her was a small pile of clothing -- things that bore the Virgo symbol in that stupid mutant color of hers. She could paint the shirt again, but...a patch would suffice for her coat. It felt wrong to make too drastic of a change.
Hopefully the skills would come back to her. The white body suit was not exactly the most comfortable thing to wear all the time (though it was effective for hiding all the bandages she was dressed with). She grabbed the pencil that she had set aside and began drawing out the shapes required for a simple tee-shirt. She'd paint the symbol on once it was all put together.
[Infirmary]
Kanaya did not consider her life to be boring. Not in the least. Especially not since she had revealed her blood color. Honestly, her life was pretty exciting, if downright shitty in most aspects.
And yet, medical blocks were still unspeakably boring. She sighed, staring down at the bandages covering her arms. She'd probably need to change them soon, but she always dreaded having to take them off, for fear of anyone seeing her mutation. The blood was mistakable for maroon while it was dry, but usually the wounds required cleaning too.
She'd put it off for a little while longer. Until then, time to count the folds in the sheets on the bed.