i. [deep, early days] are you brave enough to pull this off?
[So one thing Martin knows how to do, most definately, is live while trapped in a small place with no knowledge of when or if he'll get out. It's not ideal, but it is something he knows how to do. So once they're all defined Stuck, he'll start checking what food is in the apartment, how much warmth they have, and do what he does best.
He'll make some tea.
Once he's got a good pot on, he's pouring it into every available mug and heading around apartment block B with a tray, knocking on doors or stopping people if he finds them in the halls.]
Uhm... hello! Do you want some? I, uh, I made tea. Help combat the cold a bit.
ii. [deep, later days] you call it apathy, lack of commitment / i think you're just not my type
[This... is bad.
Martin has spent a lot of time trying to deny he has any connection back to any Entity, largely to himself, seeing as only one other person even knows he had one in the first place. It's not like he uses any abilities or actively done anything. It shouldn't matter, right?
You may be out in the halls trying to escape the boredom, the fear, or even someone else worse, when you find him. He's tried to get himself away from people, away from anyone, but there's an incredibly limited set of options. He's got his knees curled in on his chest, and he looks... cold. Or at least, you'd think it would be cold, with the way his breath fogs in puffs out of his mouth. As soon as he notices anyone else, he'll try to scoot just a bit away, keep quiet, and give as little as he can.]
I'm fine, it's-- you should go. I'm okay.
[He doesn't want to do this. Don't make him do this.
But for you, well... it's Martin. He's just a guy. What could he do, right?]
iii. [stuck] clear every obstacle, feels like we've done this / but maybe this time we'll get it right
[As soon as he's allowed out, Martin is everywhere, throwing himself into his work and apologizing profusely every single moment he can. He usually tends to split his time, but right now he's in administration, absolutely buried in paperwork. It would look funny if he looked less stressed, with the way there's folders on folders in disarray, cabinets open as he tries to hurriedly find something as people come in and yell. And of course, of course, as soon as he thinks he finally has something he can put away, the filing cabinet creaks and one of the drawer tracks shatters, dropping it's box onto the next one down and scattering three different piles.
And at that... Martin just lies down. He is on the floor, facedown. He lives here now. If you're coming in or getting closer, you can probably hear him talking into the carpet.]
This is it. This is what does it. Whatever it is, just eat me.
iv. [wildcard] your heart is not for sale / you're proud of all the sides you're on
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martin blackwood | ota, will match format!
[So one thing Martin knows how to do, most definately, is live while trapped in a small place with no knowledge of when or if he'll get out. It's not ideal, but it is something he knows how to do. So once they're all defined Stuck, he'll start checking what food is in the apartment, how much warmth they have, and do what he does best.
He'll make some tea.
Once he's got a good pot on, he's pouring it into every available mug and heading around apartment block B with a tray, knocking on doors or stopping people if he finds them in the halls.]
Uhm... hello! Do you want some? I, uh, I made tea. Help combat the cold a bit.
ii. [deep, later days] you call it apathy, lack of commitment / i think you're just not my type
[This... is bad.
Martin has spent a lot of time trying to deny he has any connection back to any Entity, largely to himself, seeing as only one other person even knows he had one in the first place. It's not like he uses any abilities or actively done anything. It shouldn't matter, right?
You may be out in the halls trying to escape the boredom, the fear, or even someone else worse, when you find him. He's tried to get himself away from people, away from anyone, but there's an incredibly limited set of options. He's got his knees curled in on his chest, and he looks... cold. Or at least, you'd think it would be cold, with the way his breath fogs in puffs out of his mouth. As soon as he notices anyone else, he'll try to scoot just a bit away, keep quiet, and give as little as he can.]
I'm fine, it's-- you should go. I'm okay.
[He doesn't want to do this. Don't make him do this.
But for you, well... it's Martin. He's just a guy. What could he do, right?]
iii. [stuck] clear every obstacle, feels like we've done this / but maybe this time we'll get it right
[As soon as he's allowed out, Martin is everywhere, throwing himself into his work and apologizing profusely every single moment he can. He usually tends to split his time, but right now he's in administration, absolutely buried in paperwork. It would look funny if he looked less stressed, with the way there's folders on folders in disarray, cabinets open as he tries to hurriedly find something as people come in and yell. And of course, of course, as soon as he thinks he finally has something he can put away, the filing cabinet creaks and one of the drawer tracks shatters, dropping it's box onto the next one down and scattering three different piles.
And at that... Martin just lies down. He is on the floor, facedown. He lives here now. If you're coming in or getting closer, you can probably hear him talking into the carpet.]
This is it. This is what does it. Whatever it is, just eat me.
iv. [wildcard] your heart is not for sale / you're proud of all the sides you're on
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