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entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
Who: R & you
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
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[That's his current playbook. ]
Don't give wherever you're from the fucking satisfaction, either. [Because fuck everything.]
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Most people in both places would probably prefer he wasn't walking around, but his stubborn clinging to life is wonderfully evidenced by this conversation, if nothing else.]
W-wasn't... planning o-on it. [He replies quietly, shaking his head. Even if he doesn't have much to live for anymore, he's not going to give up.]
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Good. Find out a way to protect yourself, too.
[Because this place will try.]
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[Does he look like the kind of person who can protect himself? Tall, but lanky, R doesn't exactly appear to have any particular physical prowess. Frank isn't to know that the zombie could easily overpower him should he try to, but that isn't the kind of thing he wants to do if he can help it.
He already has a reputation as a zombie, without adding 'can prise open a man's skull with his bare hands' to the list.]
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[Kid looks a little scrawny. And twitchy.] Get a weapon or something. SOmething that if someone tries to hurt you, you can get them to rethink the damn idea.
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He feels his stomach turn. Does he really need a weapon?
Still, he nods slightly.]
O-okay. [A gun is going to be out of the question. Zombie fingers.] ... Thanks.
[He thinks?]
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Must be another one from a place that doesn't have zombies.]
... Yeah. I-I'll be okay.
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You should, I don't know, maybe go see a doctor about...that. [Vague gesture over all that...youness.]
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... I-I'm not g... gonna look any b-better.
[Said somewhat wryly. He almost sounds like he's making a joke.]
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[Kid wasn't going to die on him, was he?]
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I-I...
['No, shit, what are you doing? This looks just like the kind of guy who might pop you in the head for saying what you're about to say.']
... Nothing.
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You should go see Liv. [Because she was a doctor, right?]
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He looks up quickly at the mention of his friend's name.]
Already... know her.
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[Because she wouldn't let someone sick jut go like that. he knew that for a fact.]
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['Come on, guy, just let it go.]
I did.
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And she says you're okay. [He's gonna ask her about this.] .
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[How awkward this is making him feel is beginning to show all over his face.]
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Yeah, I get it. She's a doctor. I'm not. [Glower.] .Look, it's none of my business. Just, you know, try not to die out here.
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He nods slowly.]
I will. [He allows himself to feel a small amount of relief. It sounds like he might actually let it go.]
Thanks.