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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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"Because you're... what? Not human?" It was a stab in a dark, but not a bad one to make. Not considering all things he's learned, both in his own world and here in Wonderland. "I mean, no insult because you know, two legs and two arms and a head and all, but yeah. Just curious."
Of course, not human in Wonderland could mean a lot of things. The only zombies he's dealt with were invisible and chickens, or swarmed en masse and got it so he had to shoot someone he cared about.
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"I'm.. human." He's keen to say that, because while he might not be exactly living, he is still human and considers himself a person.
"I'm..." Sigh. R gives a helpless little shrug and gives himself over to the inevitable as he continues in a low murmur. "I'm Dead. I'm... a zombie."
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And then that answer.
Seth stays quiet for a long time, shifting a little though his hand didn't go for the gun he kept on him. "Huh. You seem a lot less... fucking murderous than the last zombies I dealt with." Not sure if he's buying the kids story or not. "One they talked less."
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"Most... talk less," he admits with an awkward shrug. On the one hand, it's odd to keep having to explain this. On the other, it's nice to be able to.
Swings and roundabouts.
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"And what about the murderous psychotic eat you nature? Your zombies less that too?"
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He winces slightly at the description, though he can't deny that it's... accurate. "Not... really, no."
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"Okay, so not really. So still cannibalistic. Not helping your case, you know." And he'd really been kind of, okay not even open to that but not sure he believed it. "Points for honesty though."
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If anything, R looks just as uneasy as Seth does, and he doesn't have the benefit of having a weapon to draw to defend himself. That's probably just as well - he'd only shoot himself in the foot with it if he did.
"Um... thanks?" He's not sure if he should be thanking him for that. "I'm not really... t-trying to make a... a case."
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"So you might want to come up with a defense. Though not like killing you will do much good, you'll be right back." Which makes him frown. "Huh. Well that's interesting. Others have talked about dying or being dead when they arrived, and they're fine now. Not you though."
Which was interesting... and worrisome. At least in Seth's book.
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It's happening again - the problem of following along with what someone is saying when they say more than he can keep up with at once. Most of this seems to be going along the same train of thought, which helps, but he still manages to look baffled for a few moments before his brain catches up.
People who have come here after dying or being dead are 'fine' now... and by 'fine' he assumes that Seth means 'alive'. R would refer to himself as 'fine' as well, but he's definitely not living.
"I..." he begins, then pauses as if thinking. "... don't r... remember dying. It's been a-a... while."
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"Right. Okay." So not even close to okay. Nope. Not okay, Man. "And how long since your last dinner of human pate? That's what people are gonna care about."
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R manages to look suitably taken aback at the question. In all honesty, he doesn't think that anyone is going to care when the last time he ate somebody was - all they're going to care about is that he ate somebody. He's eaten several somebodies, in fact. More than he could remember.
He shrugs.
It's not that he doesn't remember. He'd just prefer not to say.
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Seth shifted then, fighting the urge to draw his weapon right then and there. Unbuttoning his jacket button though, letting it fall loose but still covering his weapon.
"See, you might have had a chance to say that you were actually trying not to be a killer, and yet you shrugged. Yeah, that's not going to go well here. Zombies find this place popular apparently."
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He can feel himself getting irritated. It's a fairly new, interesting sensation that he doesn't have much time to examine since it seems to insist upon immediate attention.
"I don't... h-have to explain myself... to you." R retorts, surprised by how much force be manages to inject into his voice without raising it in the slightest.
He hopes that this man won't force him to have to defend himself. It won't go well for either of them if he does.
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"You're right, you don't. But you'll eventually be explaining yourself to someone here. Or many. Paranoia runs high, and I haven't even been here that long and dealt with your kind more than once."
He shifts, pushing away from where he's learning. "Come near me and mine, and don't think I won't be certain to test the limits of this place." He says it as casually as the rest, shrugging one shoulder. Not the first person he's threatened in Wonderland, and probably won't be the last.