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Detective Chloe Decker ([personal profile] thevulnerability) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-07-14 07:15 pm

no light, no light in your bright blue eyes

Who: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar, Seth Gecko, Richie Gecko + YOU
Where: Alexandria
When: Catch All for the event.
Rating: R // warnings: violence and character death
Summary: The idylic suburban dream life is shattered. Homes will burn, pillagers will pillage, zombies will... zomb.
The Story:

seeingthings: (tokenaussie6)

[personal profile] seeingthings 2017-07-15 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
He'll be back soon.

[Richie had gathered his own hefty surplus of weapons and ammo during his time in Wonderland. No doubt it was a rather intimidating collection when combined with his brother. He was sitting in one of the chairs, organizing their stash so that it would be easily accessible at a moments notice. Each pistol was lined up, each extra clip perfectly placed beside the next, everything seemed to be organized in three or four ways.

He puts down the gun he's been fiddling with, pushing himself to his feet.]


I assume you're Chloe? He said you'd be coming.
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[personal profile] seeingthings 2017-07-15 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie returns the gesture, shaking her hand with a firm grip before he pulls his hand back, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose idly with one finger.]

How much?

[He's looking for honesty here, but he asks it pretty damn casually. He doesn't particularly care who knows about him around here, he just only really talks about it on a need to know basis. Easier that way.

He smirks slightly, though there's a bitterness to it.]


We're stuck in the homicidal version of a fucking Disney movie. [He means Wonderland in general.] There aren't any better circumstances around here.
seeingthings: (tokenaussie42)

[personal profile] seeingthings 2017-07-21 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I find that really unlikely.

[He doesn't seem perturbed about it; he's just speaking the truth. She seemed nice at least, and she didn't seem to be lying, so maybe she just didn't think whatever she had heard to be that bad.

Or maybe Seth really hadn't told her that much, at all.

He shrugs his shoulders at her comment. Seth always seems to know the 'right' thing to say, or at least most of the time. Small talk isn't Richie's best skill.]


Not really. It's basically just an exercise in can you adapt fast enough to deal with its bullshit.
walkingheroin: (springdash1)

[personal profile] walkingheroin 2017-07-15 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The end of this event could not come sooner.

Lucifer has been through plenty since his arrival in Wonderland, but this might be the worst bit he's been through yet, which is saying something considering he's visited not one hell, but two due to Wonderland's shenanigans.

Fighting demons was nothing compared to watching the dead walk, watching them attempt to tear into the flesh of the living, to see fallen allies become mindless creatures. On top of it all, he'd been nerfed like the others among them with supernatural powers and abilities, which made him a liability instead of an asset.

It was quite possibly one of the worst things he'd experienced in his entire existence.]


You look tired. [His voice lacks any mirth that it usually carries.] You should rest.
screwedontight: (Not buying stupid)

[personal profile] screwedontight 2017-07-15 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Seth knew from talking to others that zombies were going to happen again. Likely sooner than later given how many worlds seem to have them, but at least they're not culebra. Which is his thought right until he saw how many of them there were.

Then he's just thankful for his own paranoia and the things he's stockpiled since his first event.

Now he's counting days. It's been three so far, and he's trying to remember how long the longest event he's been through was. Four days? Five? Certainly not longer than that. They can wait this out with what they have.

Just so long as Richie didn't get hungry and Chloe didn't keep rushing out to play hero. Damn cops!

So he's pacing the house, checking the windows and doors on circuit, watching out from the few small openings he has at the windows to see how bad things are outside. Pausing though at Lucifer's words as he comes through the room, glancing to the man and then to Chloe. Truth is he's been worrying so much, just glad to have them safe and in the house, that he hadn't notice how bad she looks. Until now.

Leaning against a door frame, pistol at his waist and one in his left hand.]


Chloe, we've got the house. Listen to the Prince of Darkness.

[No heat or rudeness to his words, just being Seth on the edge, and needling her as well. If he didn't, would he be okay?]
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[personal profile] walkingheroin 2017-07-15 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
You're not used to running ragged in the middle of a bloody zombie apocalypse, Detective.

[Her daughter might be a parasite, as all children were, but she was at least slightly self-sufficient. She didn't groan and try to eat her at every turn, nor did she bring a horde with her.

Trixie was also one little girl. They were three men.]
screwedontight: (Head tilt)

[personal profile] screwedontight 2017-07-15 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Technically I'm parroting the mother.

[It was a smart ass comment, probably not helping their case in the least. Watching Chloe, not liking that she's fighting them, but he shifts, pushing away from the doorway and coming to where she stands.]

How about this. We'll eat and you go lay down. No one doubts you can do all of this, but that doesn't mean you have to.

[He glances at Lucifer and then back to Chloe.]

Let the people that give a shit help you.
walkingheroin: (lucifer022)

[personal profile] walkingheroin 2017-07-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She was always useful and always wanted. Thinking otherwise was absolutely ridiculous.]

Detective, you're sweating.

[For awhile now, Lucifer simply attributed it to the weather, or to the fact that she was tired and moving around, but making sandwiches shouldn't be all that labor intensive.

He moves closer, reaching out to touch any area of exposed skin, his palm cupping her throat.]


You're not just sweating, you're burning up. Are you sick?

[Surely, it's just that. If it were something else, he would have noticed, she would have told them, something.]
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[personal profile] screwedontight 2017-07-16 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Anything that Seth is about to say stops then and there with Lucifer's words. Frowning, his brow furrowing as he leans against the counter, enough that he can try and see her face more closely.

Peering at her, his frown only growing more defined.]


Chloe, what the hell's going on?

[He really doesn't want to think about what it could be, what his brain is screaming but he can't accept. Sickness has to happen here just like everywhere else, right?]
walkingheroin: (lucifer024)

[personal profile] walkingheroin 2017-07-18 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer knows that something is terribly wrong the moment she pushes him away; there's not nearly enough spunk to it, enough life.

She was lying. Lucifer hated liars, though suddenly he very much wanted her to keep doing it until it was real, because this alternative simply wasn't acceptable. He feels like his entire chest has been torn open and scooped out, left in a pile on the floor.

Not her.

Under any other circumstance, he'd be parroting her words, giving her a hard time, attacking her with exasperation and a lack of understanding. No, he knows why she hid this from them, because she wasn't just sick, she was dying, and the entire thing was unthinkable.

She doesn't have it handled; this is the furthest thing from having it handled that he's ever seen.]


No.

[It's all he says because it's his answer to everything. There has to be a way to fix this. Surely the event will end at any moment. Surely she'll be spared.]
screwedontight: (Fucking die)

[personal profile] screwedontight 2017-07-18 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Let it be a knife wound. A stray bullet from someone else. Let it be that some stray fucking dog that he hasn't seen in this world fucking bit Chloe. Anything but what he knows is coming as she begins to peel back that gauze and bear the wound for them.]

Motherfucking sonofabitch.

[Snarling the words, spinning away as he rubs at his mouth with one hand, trying to hold back a whole tirade of other words that probably were only going to make her pissed and bristly.

Except he's going to say those words as well.]


What the fucking hell, Chloe? Why the hell did you hide that?

[Except he knows why. He knows why she hid it and kept going. He knows because it's the same goddamn thing he would have done, hiding it from Richie and her if it had happened to him.

That wasn't going to stop him from snapping.]


When did it happen?

[He could guess though. When she ran off to play hero. Damn cops and their hero complexes.]
Edited 2017-07-18 19:33 (UTC)
walkingheroin: (consultthemuses8)

[personal profile] walkingheroin 2017-07-20 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels as if his head is swimming, yet he hears each word with a sickening sort of clarity. He remembers what it had been like to watch Damon walk off with Elena's body, pale and lifeless, and that had only been a fraction of an instant. Her death had been quick, he could tell by the wound.

That had been horrific enough.

It's the first time since his arrival that he's wondered if his Father were involved in all of this. It would be just like him to set him up to suffer.]


You most certainly are not. You can't possibly expect me to just eat a sandwich while you're...

[Dying. He can't say it. The word sticks in his throat like a tumor.]
screwedontight: (Fuck)

[personal profile] screwedontight 2017-07-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, first of all...

[Fucking hell. She was dying. First Kate, now this. What the fuck even?

Crossing to where the food supplies are on the counter, he picks up a bottle of bourbon and twists the cap off, drinking straight from the bottle. He hadn't been drinking since this started, but what was the point of avoiding that now?

He held out the bottle for either of them to take.]


Okay, now that that's taken care of, how are you feeling? And don't give me some shit about being fine. You've got a fever. Dizzy? Headache? And no, I don't know the damn symptoms, but its got to kill you for you to be... [Undead. He wasn't saying it.] So how are you?

[Seth has no idea what the hell he's doing but he has to do something! He can't just go: oh well, okay, nice knowing you, see you in a few days. That wasn't happening.]