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[thewordsiloveyou-blog]

Confused Kaworu

Kaworu sat up, letting out a small yawn as he rubbed at his eyes. When his vision cleared he was a bit taken aback. Wait -- What? How was he alive and where was he? His chest started to thump in a panic. He'd known he had died, he could remember Shinji's pitiful face pressed up against the glass in his last moments. So why was he breathing, head in tact, in this dirty... museum? 

There were many thoughts floating around in his mind but the main one was that he needed to find Shinji. Was he here, with him, or was he outside? Either way, he needed to see him. Make sure he was okay... Mustering all his strength his pushed himself from the ground and headed down the hallway. 

He was met with a table with a rose in a vase. For some reason, he took it. He had to protect it. But where was he supposed to go from here?

[codenamesaru-blog]

Ain't got time for all this [open||???]

Quite peculiar, this art gallery was, and how he had arrived here. It all happened without warning, so sudden that Saru couldn't react properly to it all before he felt being choked, drowning, no air to give him a feeling of life, but then suddenly there he was. Stranded in a blue tinted room, the pressure of the water that surrounded him suddenly had lifted. Saru erupted into a small fit of coughs, and breathed heavily to calm himself, and bring back his usual composure- for he was honestly better than to let something so easily get to his physical strength. He recovered quickly, and stood.

And there, right next to him, it appeared that the emperor was granted with a soccer ball, and an... Oddly shaped gun. He furrowed his brows forward as he inspected it, oh, this had to be a joke, and he would not stand for such a joke. No matter. That would just be holstered on his belt just in case. Other than that, a peculiar rose that caught his attention easily with its vivid colour. He picked it up, and held it gently between his finger, and thumb. An interesting colour, but it still seemed to be a normal rose that carried five petals. Even so, it had a certain charm to it, he had to admit.

"Ahh, how strange." He mused out loud to himself, he paused for a moment to think. Honestly, he was just a tad bit confused, for once in his life, because he was here. Usually, Saru had everything under his grasp, but this time, he had absolutely nothing. Was he irked? Irritated? Maybe he was, for his hard work to get everything under control was all lost, and now he would have start from scratch in this new area. This area though, he had little background information on it, so he had nothing to work in his favour. 

Another pause, he could've sworn he heard the echo of footsteps down the corridor. Oh, what's this? This place wasn't only filled with paintings. The Second Stage Child brought two fingers up to  his temple; oh, he only planned to send them a rather harmless message to get in contact from them from where he stood, but he was suddenly cut off. The boy let out a small 'tch' under his breath. Why didn't that work? Was there something stronger than him cutting off some of his SSC powers? Bothersome...

"Ehh, how neat, isn't it? These coloured walls sure give off a nice feeling. Although, the layout of this play sure is outdated, don't you think?" He once again, mused out loud for the other to hear, his eyes were focused on one of the paintings on the wall, "I would never expect for someone to use such a building as a prison though. What were they thinking. We're trapped. A shame." He shrugged, and turned his attention away from the wall, "What do you have to say about this?"

[hedgehogsdilemna-blog]

1.11} restart

The boy has no idea where he is when he wakes up.  These are not the white walls of the holding room of WILLE, where he expected himself to be after the events that took place. He doesn’t know if he should be happy or upset about it, though he has no real feelings towards anything now. The world is there, but at the same time it isn’t, and all Shinji can really do right now is go through the motions while his brain is trying to process what happened before all this. 

He picks up the items near him, blue eyes focusing on the world just enough to register what they are. There is a little figurine of Unit 01, which he has the sudden wave of emotion to throw against the wall so it can break and fall to pieces, but decides against it and sticks it in his pocket. No matter how much he hated those god forsaken robots for all the damage they caused, there were the only purpose for him in the end. The next is a bat, to which he raises an eyebrow at, but decides to keep it as well. It was given to him for a reason, so it wouldn’t be wise to lose it. The last is a rather curious looking rose, grey and in full bloom. It seems to be fake, but when he lightly pinches one of the petals, he can feel the fact that it’s real. There is a thought that it’s artificially coloured or something of that nature. He likes it in an odd way, and sticks the flower in his other free pocket. 

With a small sigh and mind becoming a little more focused, the brunet walks through an area covered completely in green. His eyes listlessly gaze upon the paintings, he doesn’t know if he likes art or not, but he doesn’t like much of anything right now so maybe it doesn’t matter. He would like nothing more than to stick headphones in his ears and block out the world, but his cassette player is gone, gone like everything and everyone he deemed of some importance in his life. 

There is a noise he makes in the back of his throat because he’s starting to remember, and all he wants to do is forget and maybe that would make things hurt a little less. He sits down right in the middle of the hallway, wooden bat by his side and legs curled to his chest and face buried in the space between his knees. He thinks he feels like crying, but he’s cried too much already and there are no tears to shed. He swears he can hear footsteps, a person’s he thinks, but he doesn’t care enough to move out the way right now. The child doesn’t care about much of anything anymore.

[blackhumanfrost-blog]

‘welcome to the world of guertena’ | [open]

 The first thing that had registered in his eyes when he woke up was a red, six-petal rose lying right in front of his face.

Black Frost scrambled up from his lying position and looked around. He could only find himself in an unfamiliar sea of blue, which was completely different from the vibrant Tokyo he was starting to get used to. In a glance, the boy noticed a flight of stairs behind him that led to nothing, and his demon instincts told him to forget about it and find another way.

He turned his attention to the long hallway itself, and saw that there were a few doors that he could investigate. Two paintings of red and blue were propped up beside the stairs, but he didn’t understand what they were at all, what with his nonexistent knowledge of the human culture.

“Maybe I can hee-ask my friends about these later, ho,” he said to himself.

Picking up the red rose (because why not, since it matched his eyes), Black Frost headed towards the left, where a blue door was located beside a book. Opening the door, he heard a ‘thud’, and hearing something human from the other side, the demon realized that he just hit someone with the door. He went through the doorway and closed the door immediately, finding someone rubbing the back of their head in front of him.

“Sorry about that, ho! Are you hee-alright, ho?” asked Black Frost, his huge grin unwavering.

[superlevelheir-blog]

Don't mess with the best | OPEN

Never once in his life had Byakuya Togami  had the horror of sleeping on the floor. But, as he awoke, groggy and annoyed-he was always annoyed but he was much more so now-he realized he had been laying on the disgusting ground of an art gallery. He quickly stood up, brushing the dirt off his custom made suit that looked like it cost more than a small country. It wasn't the cost of the suit he cared about at all, he could easily get a new suit, it was that he couldn't stand being covered in filth left behind by some one else. And, it didn't exactly look as if he would find a change of clothes suitable to his taste anywhere around here. 

He looked around, adjusting his glasses so he could see just what his surroundings held for him. Empty. But there was a flower on the ground. A purple rose with six petals. For some reason he felt like it would be important, so he picked it up carefully and studied it. Bizarre. This whole situation was just weird. Had he been kidnapped and stuck down here by the criminals? But that didn't make much sense, seeing as how he wasn't tied up and there was nothing blocking his path from potentially escaping this dreary place. 

Byakuya walked around the {blue} area. He studied the staircase, but was aware he couldn't leave that way. There were two choices now, going to the left or, going to the right. 

His gut told him to proceed left, and he was met with a door that opened when he twisted the knob. Was this some sort of idiotic maze? This would be no trouble at all to some one as brilliant as Byakuya Togami, and to even think some one could try to fool him like this was dumbfounding. 

But, the heir had no idea of the horrors that awaited him as he went on.

[judgementality]

indulgence;

Proper visage of the sights that he was willing to walk around so leisurely without destroying his image had the feline found himself in a rather similar predicament. Locked away in a sort of eerie abode that was supposed to send those frights and shivers down one's spine, but maybe he had seen it all too much and slowly came to adjust to that scenery. Staying within the middle of a hall since prior there was something about the edges being somewhat dangerous. As the cat stopped, his smile forever placed on his features as a tail shifted back and forth as in wait. In his tail was a blue rose, deemed as a special purpose. Although when he first saw it, he believed in leaving it where it was but something wafted over his being and in contemplation had he took it along.

Paw pressed into the ground once more as he brought upon his move to analyze where he was, the Green Room was much spacious than the Blue. More things to see and paintings to take notice, though none of them were his forte. Ears twitched with less enthusiasm since he had to reason to be happy. That motive was a long shot on how many would be gracious that they were still breathing, or even taking part with a physical form and not one of a ghost. The various reasons were hard to find that he could associate with.

Although in his wake had he paused again, sitting down and leaning his head in hopes to scratching away a certain sensation that had fell upon him. As much as he tried did he yet get a single area and at one point fell over onto his back in his actions, but only gracefully as he game a small turn to bring himself back to his feet.

Though out the corner of hies light hues had he noticed a being making their own way through the area as well, maybe they found more to it than he did. Though since there was no time limit pressed onto their person's had the cat slowly walked over to the person and with that, had he chosen his words wisely.

"Creation of flesh and bone, would you ever foremost aid in using the sharpened keratin of your fingers to relieve my itch?"

[otakucyclone-blog]

crying lonely otaku tears [open/???]

Scary, this was so scary. Why was he here, in this weird and creepy gallery?! This wasn't some simulation created by the producers or anything, was it? No, it feels totally different from that. Besides, the last thing he could feel before passing out was the sensation of drowning. Urgh, his head hurt just thinking about it.

Ivan stood in the corner of a hallway, his hero helmet carrying four starfish rest in his arms, and his rose in his jacket pocket. He wasn't sure what to do next, in fact, he found it quite scary to try and cross this hallway. Maybe if the hero sat still, he'd be okay... Right?

No, no, no. He might actually be worse staying where he was.

Terrible, just awful. Leave it to Ivan Karelin to get himself trapped in some stupid situation. Stupid stupid stupid! Ah, Ivan wanted to die, he really wanted to die now. If only he could muster up the courage to leave his dark corner and just walk across the hall.

"Think hero, think hero, think hero, think hero, think hero..." He chanted as he shut his eyes tightly. All he had to do... was be a hero... Like Tiger and Bunny and Blue Rose and Dragon Kid and Rock Bison and Sky High and Fire Emblem! Yes, just be like them. If they were here.. they'd.. go across.. right? Yes! This is exactly what he'd do, he'd go across just like his superior heroes.

Ivan held a tight grip on his hero helmet, keeping his eyes shut as he slowly leaned forward and quickly dashed across the hallway.

It wasn't long before he decided to open his eyes mid run, only to end up colliding with another being. His helmet was thrown away from him as he fell backwards. It was a moment before he realized what had happened and dreadfully gotten back up, muttering.

"I'm so sorry... Maybe if I wasn't such a loser I wouldn't have collided with you......... I'm no good, I should just stop doing anything. I screw everything up anyway." Oh, he so wanted to cry.

[memoryscrannies-blog]

001 ❀ sleepy children should rest

The child was quite sure that she had walked around the area enough to know where everything was. She wasn’t quite sure what time it was, or if it was dark since no windows lined the walls. The girl is tired, and it is evident by how her eyelids half close over her eyes and how her steps are filled with less urgency and energy. Even a small nap would be enough to keep her going for a while; she just could not find a place to rest her eyes. 

The yawn she allows to escape her throat is long and soft, and she politely covers her mouth to stifle the already soft noise. Like any young girl, Ib needed her rest, and lots of it. Her father had told her she was growing, and to grow tall, sleep was needed. For someone as petite as this child, getting just a bit taller was what she wanted the most, besides a pet kitten to call her own. The former seemed much more likely to happen however, plus she doubted that cats were even allowed here. 

There was no time to be thinking about kittens though, not when she needed to close her eyes for a little while. She’s smart enough to know that she needs somewhere safe from those weird ladies that run around. So as the child walks, she is careful about where to go, taking extra care to peer around corners to look for any possible dangers, but there aren’t any for now.  She does spot a person though, and decides to ask for their help.

Very quietly, she walks up next to them, contemplating whether or not it would be right for her to interrupt whatever they are doing. Her mother always said it was rude to interrupt someone, and she her mother was always right about those sorts of things. This is a special case though, so maybe they wouldn’t mind.

“Excuse me.” She starts, hopefully loud enough for them to hear, she had such a soft and rarely used voice. “Can you please help me with something?”