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entrancelogs2017-08-09 08:45 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entrancelogs2017-08-09 08:45 pm
[OPEN]
Who: R and you~
Where: Outside around the grounds
When: 9/8
Rating: PG-13 (will edit if needed)
Summary: The zombie is exploring his surroundings properly, after his second event in Wonderland. Will match format. Please no headshots.
The Story:
When he had first found himself in this place, it had not been in the best of circumstances. Coming back to yourself surrounded by dead bodies is, as a zombie, not the most pleasant places to be. After that, making sure he kept away from the Living and didn't get shot in the head had taken priority while he took the time to process his new situation.
Someone kinder than he had come to expect had shown him how to use the phone he had, but most of the time it sat unused in the room he had set up a small, minimalist base in. It wasn't like him not to hoard things, but the suddenness of his situation and his concern with the constant, near-overpowering smell of Living people took far higher priority than snowglobes and 12" vinyls. For a while, he hadn't dared to venture out at all, but the second upheaval ('event'?) pushed him to realise that whether or not he wanted it, he was going to be drawn into being involved in this place.
It is that thought that has him in the gardens in the early morning, when the grass and flowers are still wet with dew. It's safer, he reasons, when people are less likely to be around and he doesn't have to battle against the Hunger that has only been growing more insistent with his loss of direction. He hasn't spoken to anyone in days now, and it's beginning to show.
His progress down the garden paths is deliberately slow, almost casual in its slowness but only to hide the occasional slide into shuffling. He's cleaner than he was, but a shower and a change of clothes do little to disguise what he really is if you get too close... or if you have former experience of zombies.
Where: Outside around the grounds
When: 9/8
Rating: PG-13 (will edit if needed)
Summary: The zombie is exploring his surroundings properly, after his second event in Wonderland. Will match format. Please no headshots.
The Story:
When he had first found himself in this place, it had not been in the best of circumstances. Coming back to yourself surrounded by dead bodies is, as a zombie, not the most pleasant places to be. After that, making sure he kept away from the Living and didn't get shot in the head had taken priority while he took the time to process his new situation.
Someone kinder than he had come to expect had shown him how to use the phone he had, but most of the time it sat unused in the room he had set up a small, minimalist base in. It wasn't like him not to hoard things, but the suddenness of his situation and his concern with the constant, near-overpowering smell of Living people took far higher priority than snowglobes and 12" vinyls. For a while, he hadn't dared to venture out at all, but the second upheaval ('event'?) pushed him to realise that whether or not he wanted it, he was going to be drawn into being involved in this place.
It is that thought that has him in the gardens in the early morning, when the grass and flowers are still wet with dew. It's safer, he reasons, when people are less likely to be around and he doesn't have to battle against the Hunger that has only been growing more insistent with his loss of direction. He hasn't spoken to anyone in days now, and it's beginning to show.
His progress down the garden paths is deliberately slow, almost casual in its slowness but only to hide the occasional slide into shuffling. He's cleaner than he was, but a shower and a change of clothes do little to disguise what he really is if you get too close... or if you have former experience of zombies.
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[He nods his head towards it, using the small pause as an opportunity to gather his thoughts together.] You know.. what I am.. don't you?
[R is more surprised by the people who don't immediately know him for a zombie. The girl's reaction is not an unexpected one. He does, though, understand why his reaction is. She's probably thinking, why is he sitting there, why isn't he tearing at my throat, why is he speaking.
Julie probably thought the same things. He remembers the way her eyes cleared when she realised he wasn't going to hurt her. Faintly, he smiles.]
.. Do I really look.. that bad?
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[ This is clearly a trap, something Wonderland dreamed up to get them killed. She keeps the gun trained on R, maintaining her distance. ]
How can you talk? [ Ellie demands, voice sharp, maybe a little unnerved. ]
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[Attaboy, you got there. Four syllable words are usually out of his range, but he's been getting better at that kind of thing lately. R stays where he is and doesn't make any motion to appear like he's about to get up, or try to move position in any big way at all.
She still has a gun in her hands, and he doesn't know how twitchy her trigger finger might be.]
My name.. is R. [He tells her, keeping his eyes steady on hers.] I won't hurt.. you. Promise.
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Ellie exhales very slowly, but her heart still pounds. ]
Your name's R. ... But what are you? [ If not a zombie. ]
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... I'm Dead.
[Definitely a zombie.
But, still, he doesn't move. She's holding that gun like she knows how to use it and even if she doesn't, a poorly aimed shot could be the end of him.]
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[ And yet, here they are, having a conversation. ]
Are you contagious?
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[He's going to have to say it, isn't he? R had imagined, with the gun, that she'd already figured it out for herself. He looks her up and down quickly, his inner thoughts as ever several hundred times faster than his mouth.
Good question.]
I'm.. a zombie.. so yeah. [He's seen it happen. Converts aren't a thing that most of them do, because of the self-control required, but he's seen it. Sometimes it happens by accident. A shot to the head before too much damage is done to the body, then it gets up and.. it's one of them.]
But only.. if I bite you. And.. I'm not going t.. to do that.
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How would I ever know you're telling the truth? [ She demands, glaring. ] I've never met a good zombie. Or whatever. And I'm not letting you hurt anyone.
[ Joel, of course, or any of her other friends. She considers just shooting him now, but knows too well that he'll just come back. Maybe for revenge. ]
Why wouldn't you bite people? Isn't that what you do?
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I'm not.. going to hurt an-- anyone. [And if I wanted to, you couldn't stop me. He doesn't need to move to know he could move faster than she could shoot him, that she might aim for his head but wouldn't hit it, and that he could tear off the top of her skull before she could even--
R abruptly cuts off that unwanted train of thought. For a moment, he closes his eyes, and while the breath he pulls in it unnecessary, it still serves to settle him.]
I don't.. want to. [And he'd never liked it. He looks at her quickly, something like shyness in it.] What's your name?
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She breathes slowly, conflicted... but relaxes a little, though she does keep her distance. ]
Ellie. [ What's the harm in telling him, right? ] Is your name really just one letter?
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[He says it quietly, under his breath, as if committing it to memory. Then, he shrugs.] It's... all I remember.
[R supposes he must have had a name before, something that was a bit more than 'R', but when he tries to recall what it was he couldn't even say that he reaches far enough to have it slip through his fingers.]
I can't remember.. much from before.
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[ AKA it's some kind of end of the world. ]
Have you ever bitten anybody?
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... Yeah. [Zombies bite people. He doesn't know how long he's been a zombie, but he knows he's eaten a few people. His expression scrunches up slightly.]
But... I didn't like... doing it.
[It's the first time he's really vocalised that. M always knew, always thought he was strange for it, but he never said it out loud.]
... I didn't want to.
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When that day comes... well, they'll deal with it. ]
Okay. [ She can still try and off him if he lunges, and though she doesn't get closer, she does replace the weapon where it'd come from. ] So... okay, zombie guy named R who can talk and think. You're gonna have to be careful, 'cause some other people here won't ask questions when they see you.
[ Joel. ]
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So.. he'd just kill people, which anyone under the influence of this place might do.]
... Yeah. [He watches the weapon as she puts it away. It's a start, right?]
Heard that. Um. Thanks for not... [A small motion towards her gun.
Thanks for not shooting me in the head. That would have really sucked.]
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A man offers medicine, but there's something else behind his eyes that isn't generosity.
Don't think about it. ]
You... all good out here? [ Ellie asks warily. ] I'm gonna keep moving.
[ Seems like their interaction's at an end, and she has to get in touch with Joel. ]
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[He thinks it's best if he doesn't move until she's gone. R loosely folds his arms and clasps his hands around his elbows, and nods.]
Bye, Ellie.