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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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There's no point in lying, because enough people have recognised him for what he is for it to be a sure thing that it will come out eventually.]
You're right.
[He says it quietly, with a small nod.]
... You're... not afraid?
[Even Julie had been afraid at first, but then... then she wasn't. What is it about this woman that means she isn't afraid right from the start?]
sorry for the late tag!
Maybe part of it, too, is just the sheer amount of dark and terrible things she's seen lately - not even in Wonderland, but back home - that the idea of a zombie talking to her is more odd than something to fear. ]
You haven't tried to hurt me, and from what I know...you could have.
[ The things she fears most are more psychological these days: loving someone again only to have them die, or betray her and turn her over to someone to be tortured. Losing her brother to the madness of his own mind. Watching more people - living, breathing people who should be kind and rational - hurt each other. If this guy were to hurt her, it'd be because of an overriding instinct inherent in zombies, something she knows he wouldn't be able to control, if the folklore is correct. Him snapping would at least make some kind of weird sense. Everyone else just...never will. ]
no problem!!!
But he doesn't want to.]
I... I guess so.
[It's such a normal conversation that he finds himself struggling with it. At the end of a gun, at least, he knows what to say - 'don't shoot' - and the inevitable explanations begin from there. She isn't asking, she isn't afraid, and R... really doesn't know what to do with that.]
Um... [Here, sounding somewhat timid, he ventures to ask...] Would you sh... show me the beach?
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The beach? Oh. Yeah. Of course.
[ She points in the direction they'll want to go, nodding her head a little. ] It's not far that way.
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While he's walking beside her, there's a clear, concentrated and very self-conscious effort to make sure he isn't shuffling. When there's a Living person walking next to him, his own problems with coordination become far more obvious, and he would rather not draw any extra attention to himself.]
M-my, um... [Talking takes on a whole new level of difficulty when most of his concentration is being taken up with walking in a straight line. He pauses to pull his thoughts together, then tries again.]
My name is R.