Regrets [OPEN]

[notdusk]

Characters: Dawn and anyone!
Setting: Floor Four.
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Dawn is trying to retain some sense of normalcy.. but failing horribly.
Warnings: Imminent crying, probably.

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[princesspowaful]

[Molly peeks around the corner and sees the sad looking girl]

[She jumps out, intent on cheering her up but-]

WHAT'S IN YOUR LAP?!

[Most. Confused. Look. Ever.]

[notdusk]

[E-EEK. Dawn nearly jumps out of her skin! With a surprised look, Dawn peers over at the odd girl, her Shaymin curling up as if to hide from her.]

Um.. It's a Shaymin. A Pokemon.

[princesspowaful]

Huh?

[notdusk]

[She'd forgotten for a second that people here didn't know what Pokemon were..]

It's.. a creature that has special abilities. This one is called Shaymin.

[pineandmaple]

Canada was equally fond of the fourth floor, though she tried not to stay. Looking out in the clouds searching for a landmark was an easy way to waste hours. She settled on a couch near Dawn, her polar bear climbing up in her own lap.

"Doesn't look like there's anything out there does it?"

[notdusk]

Dawn didn't notice Canada sit down, so she jumps a bit when she hears her speak. Afterwards, though, she gives a small smile.

"No, not particularly. Still, I'd love to explore it myself.."

[pineandmaple]

"It seems pretty empty. The fog has been here for days after all...Does it ever go away.."

[notdusk]

"It can't possibly be empty... can it? There has to be something down there, even if it is just a barren wasteland."

All the fog did was unnerve Dawn. It bothered her that she could only speculate where she was..

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou wasn't too fond of this floor. It reminded him of his failed attempt to get out before, and the fact that they could see the outside, but not go there was so taunting.

It seemed like a good place to be reflective, though. He had to wonder just how well he was playing into their captors' hands by walking around these windows, wanting to get out. This stuffy tower was quite maddening. Shoutarou's a man from a windy city that he loved, and being cut off from the wind is just cruel.

"Just what are you lot planning, locking us away where the wind cannot carry away our sorrow...?" The question is mostly rhetorical, and a product of his own attempts to be hard-boiled, but is able to be heard all the same.

He hasn't noticed Dawn yet.

[notdusk]

Dawn did, indeed, hear Shoutarou's question. Even though it was rhetorical, she still had to ponder on it for a moment. Planning.. what could they be planning? So far, it seemed like nothing. They were just locked away in this tower with nothing to do, seemingly a completely pointless kidnapping.

"Could.. you repeat that, please?" She says this without turning around.

[thisclinchesit]

Cue a start and a turn around. Oh, there's someone else in here. Well, that's unexpected.

Shoutarou clears his throat. "Uhm... I said 'Just what are you lot planning, locking us away where the wind cannot carry away our sorrow?'."

From where he's at, he can't see Shaymin yet.

[notdusk]

"Hm.. That's a very good question. Thank you. You've given me a lot to think about, sir." Turning around, Dawn offers a smile. A genuine one this time. Shaymin mews at the man, seemingly thanking him as well.

"Out of curiosity, what do you think the answer to your question is? What do you think they're planning?"

[spiritsup]

Romeo looked around the forth floor, it was strange to be surrounded by glass windows, the world around them was all foggy and he couldn't see very far, not like being out on the roofs in Milano. He spotted the girl on the couch, and smiled over at her. His attention was caught by the strange animal in her lap, it looked like nothing in any of the books doctor Casella had showed him. "Hello," he said as Piccolo his weasel ran out of his shirt to sit on his shoulder.

[notdusk]

"Hello," She repeated, in a rather small voice. They even brought children as young as him here.. How sad. Dawn smiled faintly at the boy, then her gaze turned to the strange thing on his shoulder. "Is that.. a Pokemon?" She asked. It probably wasn't, seeing how no one here actually knew what one was. It was worth a shot, though.

[spiritsup]

Romeo blinked and shook his head slightly, "No... this is Piccolo he's a weasel, what's a pokemon?" He looked down again at the strange animal in her lap, "Is that a pokemon?"

[notdusk]

"A.. weasel?" She repeated, almost correcting him and saying 'you mean a sneasel?' until she realized that the thing he had was definitely not a sneasel.

"A Pokemon is.. a creature with special powers, basically."