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testrun_box2012-10-05 10:44 pm
taintedwhite) wrote in testrun_box2012-10-05 10:44 pm
For towerofanimus
[A – Wretched Egg upon her arrival at Tower of Animus, and discovering floor seventeen]
Wretched Egg had woken up in yet another prison. Sure it wasn’t the prison known as Deadman Wonderland, but it could have been. Someone had even dared putting some ridiculous colored collar around her neck. Still one thing that was missing. One very important thing as far as the Wretched Egg was concerned: The Mother Goose System. The damn lullaby that kept her trapped inside of Shiro’s body, that prevented her from having fun and destroying whatever she pleased. So this prison definitely had potential.
The first floors of the first block however were rather disappointing… until she reached the seventeenth floor. The room was completely empty and rather dark, except for the many blood prints standing out on the walls. A sick smile quickly formed onto her lips as she first heard the screams of terror and agony. How she relished in those sounds. How she wished she could be the one causing them. Wretched Egg chuckled.
“Ksha~ Maybe I will like it here after all~”
Especially if she could find volunteers to help her add more blood prints onto this wall. But she wasn’t too worried about that. She just had to wait for some oblivious newcomer to come by.
[B – Shiro on flour four, after raiding the cafeteria]
Shiro was sitting on a carpet surrounded by dozens and dozens of boxes of cookies, candies, bubble gums and anything else containing at least fifty percent of sugar that she had been able to find. She was currently in the process of making two perfectly equal piles.
“One for Shiro…” And she added a big cardboard box onto the right pile. “One for Ganta…” An identical box was precariously laid on top of the left pile. “One for Shiro…”
This time Shiro paused after adding a metal box on top of her pile. Where was the second box? The one for Ganta? She needed it. Looking around her she spotted it at the furthest end of the room. And smiled. A wide happy smile.
“Here you are, box! Shiro found you!”
And instead of standing up and walking to it like most people would have done, she arched backward, made two backward somersaults and ended up on her feet, proudly brandishing the box she had picked up mid-move. She walked back to her piles mimicking a robot and genuinely laughing at her own antics.
“One for Ganta…”
She added the box onto the left pile before plopping back down onto the carpet and resuming the fair division of her bounty. Hopefully Ganta would get there soon. Shiro was getting hungrier and hungrier with every box she added to each of the piles. But it would be worth the wait. Sweets were always better when shared with a friend. And Ganta truly was Shiro’s best friend.
Wretched Egg had woken up in yet another prison. Sure it wasn’t the prison known as Deadman Wonderland, but it could have been. Someone had even dared putting some ridiculous colored collar around her neck. Still one thing that was missing. One very important thing as far as the Wretched Egg was concerned: The Mother Goose System. The damn lullaby that kept her trapped inside of Shiro’s body, that prevented her from having fun and destroying whatever she pleased. So this prison definitely had potential.
The first floors of the first block however were rather disappointing… until she reached the seventeenth floor. The room was completely empty and rather dark, except for the many blood prints standing out on the walls. A sick smile quickly formed onto her lips as she first heard the screams of terror and agony. How she relished in those sounds. How she wished she could be the one causing them. Wretched Egg chuckled.
“Ksha~ Maybe I will like it here after all~”
Especially if she could find volunteers to help her add more blood prints onto this wall. But she wasn’t too worried about that. She just had to wait for some oblivious newcomer to come by.
[B – Shiro on flour four, after raiding the cafeteria]
Shiro was sitting on a carpet surrounded by dozens and dozens of boxes of cookies, candies, bubble gums and anything else containing at least fifty percent of sugar that she had been able to find. She was currently in the process of making two perfectly equal piles.
“One for Shiro…” And she added a big cardboard box onto the right pile. “One for Ganta…” An identical box was precariously laid on top of the left pile. “One for Shiro…”
This time Shiro paused after adding a metal box on top of her pile. Where was the second box? The one for Ganta? She needed it. Looking around her she spotted it at the furthest end of the room. And smiled. A wide happy smile.
“Here you are, box! Shiro found you!”
And instead of standing up and walking to it like most people would have done, she arched backward, made two backward somersaults and ended up on her feet, proudly brandishing the box she had picked up mid-move. She walked back to her piles mimicking a robot and genuinely laughing at her own antics.
“One for Ganta…”
She added the box onto the left pile before plopping back down onto the carpet and resuming the fair division of her bounty. Hopefully Ganta would get there soon. Shiro was getting hungrier and hungrier with every box she added to each of the piles. But it would be worth the wait. Sweets were always better when shared with a friend. And Ganta truly was Shiro’s best friend.