[OPEN]

[geiger]

Who: Nora, Elizabeth, Makoto, and OPEN
Where: Alexandria
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG to start
Summary: Catch-all for my characters for the event
The Story: Starters are in the comments. If you'd prefer a different starter for your character, poke me and I'll put one up for you!

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[uncaging]

"I can't make them big enough to push through, it's always as though Wonderland's put a damper on--" She realises just what he intends and pales a little, feeling rather nauseous. This is not how she wanted her power to be used. "Is there another option?" She already knows the answer to that is no.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"The other option is we die."

Crowley's voice might be a fraction higher than he would like it to be, but he's noticed the shuffling zombies getting closer and he is not okay with it.

"I don't like dying! It's very inconvenient!"

[uncaging]

Elizabeth winces as she realises how serious he is - and how scared. "All right. I'll try." But she's not about to use the same tear, not when it was swarming with walkers on the other side. It takes her a moment to locate another one, and when she opens it this one only has a couple of walkers shuffling in the background rather than waiting to grab her on the other side of the tear.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

The demon takes the initiative, and kicks one of the crowding walkers through the tear. Slowly, the two of them work their way to the gate out onto the road, and when Crowley sees an opening, he shoves the nearest shuffler away with a snapped-off hiss.

He grabs Elizabeth's hand and tears out into the street with her in tow. It's only when some distance is put between them and the walkers that he lifts up his hand, a neat row of slowly darkening teeth marks bloodying the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger.

"... Fuck."

[uncaging]

For once, Elizabeth doesn't even give a disapproving look at his colourful language. Instead she gasps in dismay, knowing it was probably inevitable that one of them was going to be bitten but wishing bitterly that it had been her instead of him. He'd risked so much to get her out of the house, only to fall foul of the walkers himself.

"Oh no!"

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

His eyes stay fixed on his hand and he isn't sure if he imagines the way his fingers begin to tremble. Crowley curses again, low under his breath, and grips his wrist with his free hand.

"Bless it--" he mutters. If he was his normal self he could deal with this. If Wonderland wouldn't keep messing with him, he could fix this.

He stills, eyes fixed on nothing in middle-distance, then he slowly looks at Elizabeth.

"... open a tear."

[uncaging]

It takes her a second to realise just what he's asking, and her face turns ashen when she does. "You-- you want me to--" She swallows thickly. "I can't! What if something happens?" Though what could happen worse than him turning into a walker at this point, she can't imagine.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"Do it, Liz!" There's something in his voice that isn't asking. Nothing in his voice is making this into a request. The bite wound is already starting to blacken and send creeping tendrils along the veins of his wrist.

"I won't become one of them. I'd rather be dead. Open a tear. Now."

[uncaging]

She winces a little at the tone of his voice, knowing she'll really have to step up here. It takes a few seconds to locate a tear and the first one she tries only opens a centimetre before sealing itself closed again. Eventually she gets a large tear open, a pleasant looking garden devoid of walkers on the other side.

"All right."

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"Right, good."

He can feel his heart pounding and a hot-cold wave pulsing through his body makes his stomach flip in nausea over the thought of what he's about to do. Crowley puts his hand through the tear, and looks at her with a rarely-seen tenseness in his jaw.

"Now close it."

[uncaging]

Elizabeth hesitates. She wants to ask if he's sure, but she's sure that he'll only shout at her if she did. There wasn't another option, she had to do this.

She drops her hands and watches as the tear closes, the sky restitching itself together as though the rip she'd made had never been there at all. Where Crowley's hand had been, there was now just a stump.

She turns away, running into the bushes to vomit.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

He expects that it will hurt. What he doesn't anticipate is exactly how much it will hurt. At first, strangely, it doesn't hurt at all. He almost feels how the tear passes through his skin, but then it's gone, the infection is gone, and--

"Fuck--."

Crowley would be lying if he said he'd never felt pain like it, but pain experienced as a demon is nothing like the level of pain experienced as a human, and he drops down to one knee to keep from simply falling over. He holds his injured arm to his chest and hisses in a sharp breath, before he can do little more than gasp through the sensation.

"I think I'm going to throw up," he whispers to himself, curling forwards and trying to pull himself together. "Oh, bad idea, Crowley, why did you do that."

[uncaging]

It's a good couple of minutes before Elizabeth re-emerges. She feels queasy every time she looks at where his hand ought to be, but she finds she can't take her eyes off it.

"We need to stop the bleeding."