Floor 33:
[ Things had quieted down, to say the least. Truth be told, he was grateful for that. The whole fiasco with the tower nearly coming down and the whale was too much excitement for him to handle. Sure, it broke the monotony but that wasn't exactly the kind of excitement he was looking for. So Ronald had taken to wandering about the tower just to check for stragglers and the hopes that he could find his missing books.
The 33rd floor was a welcome break. He had to admit, seeing the light and the grass was good after all that. With one step, he was off his mower and walking amongst the plots when suddenly he heard the smallest sound that caught his attention. It was the coo of a pigeon. He'd know that sound anywhere. It caused him to look up, near frantically searching for the source of that coo when he found it right on the roof of the shed. That pigeon... he was sure he knew that pigeon but he had to make sure.
So if anyone would catch sight of him, they would walk in to him trying to reach up and coax the poor terrified bird from the roof of the shed... and failing miserably. ]
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Floor 38:
[ Much later after than pigeon fiasco would find Ronald curled up in one of the seats in the lounge. His legs are over the armrest while his back rests against the other. But he's a changed Ronald, evident from the way he seemed to be devoid of his usual sunshine as his fingers lazily stroked the pigeon's head. The pigeon, Julius as William had called him, seemed perfectly content hunched on the young reaper's chest and basking in the attention. ]
That's it then, eh, Jules? He's gone? Just like that?
[ There was a soft coo and Ronald ducked his head further, stifling the softest sniffle. ]
Didn't even get to fix anythin'. Now he's gone. Stupid bloody tower. Stupid bloody whale.
[ And he's gone and scrunched himself up into a ball with his knees to his chest and his head ducked down on them. Julius, unpeturbed hops onto his shoulder like he belongs there, cooing ever so softly. ]
[ Things had quieted down, to say the least. Truth be told, he was grateful for that. The whole fiasco with the tower nearly coming down and the whale was too much excitement for him to handle. Sure, it broke the monotony but that wasn't exactly the kind of excitement he was looking for. So Ronald had taken to wandering about the tower just to check for stragglers and the hopes that he could find his missing books.
The 33rd floor was a welcome break. He had to admit, seeing the light and the grass was good after all that. With one step, he was off his mower and walking amongst the plots when suddenly he heard the smallest sound that caught his attention. It was the coo of a pigeon. He'd know that sound anywhere. It caused him to look up, near frantically searching for the source of that coo when he found it right on the roof of the shed. That pigeon... he was sure he knew that pigeon but he had to make sure.
So if anyone would catch sight of him, they would walk in to him trying to reach up and coax the poor terrified bird from the roof of the shed... and failing miserably. ]
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Floor 38:
[ Much later after than pigeon fiasco would find Ronald curled up in one of the seats in the lounge. His legs are over the armrest while his back rests against the other. But he's a changed Ronald, evident from the way he seemed to be devoid of his usual sunshine as his fingers lazily stroked the pigeon's head. The pigeon, Julius as William had called him, seemed perfectly content hunched on the young reaper's chest and basking in the attention. ]
That's it then, eh, Jules? He's gone? Just like that?
[ There was a soft coo and Ronald ducked his head further, stifling the softest sniffle. ]
Didn't even get to fix anythin'. Now he's gone. Stupid bloody tower. Stupid bloody whale.
[ And he's gone and scrunched himself up into a ball with his knees to his chest and his head ducked down on them. Julius, unpeturbed hops onto his shoulder like he belongs there, cooing ever so softly. ]