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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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[She doesn't lower the gun, though at this point it is less and less likely she'll shoot him. He's still a zombie. As long as he's within range, she's holding her gun on him.]
You say you're not planning on eating anyone. Fine. What are you planning on doing? Where in the mansion are you staying? What do you intend to do about the people who are not as quick on the uptake as I am? Because believe me, there are a lot of people who will shoot you on sight.
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Then she asks a lot of questions, and as each one is fired at him his expression becomes more and more bewildered. His capacity to answer enquiries only stretches to one at a time, usually, and while he gets her point, when she gets to the end of her speech he does the first thing that his frayed instincts tell him to do.
He shrugs again.]
... Used to that.
[People that will shoot him on sight, that is. He imagines that, at some point, he'll probably get shot. He'll probably be permanently put down. He doesn't like the idea, but he understands it as a definite possibility.]
Been shot at.. a lot.
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Good for you, but I suspect you're usually not confined to an area this small. You need to explain the situation to the rest of the residents.
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[What? Is she saying what he thinks she's saying? He goes over what he thought he heard again, just to make sure he processed it correctly.]
... Don't... think that's a good... idea.
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You know what the one thing I like even less than zombies is? Liars.
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...
[R, say something. Don't just stare at her like an idiot.]
... What?
[Way to go, genius.]
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Do you intend to attempt to pass yourself off as alive?
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Slowly, he shakes his head. Even if he wanted to pass himself off as alive, it's not going to work.]
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So your best bet for surviving is making sure people know what they're encountering. They'll see a zombie either way. Control the circumstances in which you explain what you are, and you can make them see a person as well.
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Experience tells him that when people figure out what he is, they shoot at him. There's a reason he's out here at an hour in the morning that he hoped not to run into too many people.]
Not... buying it.
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You realize I won't be keeping your secret, right? Nor will anyone else who runs into you, and there will be other people. Your choice isn't whether people know you're here or not, it's how they find out.
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There's something in the way she says it that he doesn't like one bit.]
Is that a threat? [R says quietly, all four syllables sliding out smoothly, his curious attention entirely settled on her face.]
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[With her sunglasses it's hard to tell if she's meeting his eyes or not, but she's certainly managing to focus enough intensity his way. Her hand shifts on the gun, arm straightening a little. She doesn't like the way he's looking at her.]
I'm a journalist. I don't lie for anyone. Dead or alive.
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You'll... do what you want. N.. no matter what I say.
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[Outing himself sounds stupid, but since he can't get out of this situation, she... may have a point.
It's not something he can make a snap-decision on.]
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I still won't keep your secret. But I won't publish either. For now.
[She doesn't make any promises about forever. If he continues to hide, she may well change her mind. Especially if he hurts anyone.]