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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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afraid, that is.
but her set of best friends includes a green alien, a superpowered man with the abilities of a spider, and a wizard who could blink someone out of existence if he wanted to. the threshold for not scary has shifted considerably during her tenure in wonderland. ) A pinky promise would be best but a verbal promise will do...
( a tiny smile curves on her lips as she gingerly sits down close by. )
What brings you out here? ( she's curious to see how many people come for the same reasons she does. )
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[He looks at her curiously, returning her smile with another small one of his own.
Her question gets a shrug, at first. He can't exactly tell her that he sometimes finds it hard to be around so many Living. It would be easy to take something like that the wrong way.]
Quiet... out here. [R murmurs, fidgeting lightly with the sand in front of him.] Not used t... to so much noise. I-it's hard... sometimes.
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( she'll even lift up her pink finger in offer to seal the deal.
mj looks to him at his admission, and it's a moment later her gaze returns to the ocean before them. ) It's funny. I used to hate the quiet. ( she'd seek noise out instead, the very noise r isn't used to. ) These days I can see why you'd find it hard.
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He doesn't let the touch linger - his skin is always lukewarm at best and it isn't the most pleasant of things to have to make contact with - but he appreciates the gesture more than she might realise.
R nods, looking back to the ocean then closing his eyes to just take in the sound of the waves shifting up and down the sand.]
Dead are... quiet. N-not much c.. conversation.
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she'd had her suspicions -- he sort of wears death on his face and all over -- but it's another to hear the confirmation. she is learning so much beyond her own world. the limitations of what were and weren't possible are suddenly no longer there, and mj isn't so callous that she can't be serious about this. )
I'm sorry.
( her lopsided smile grows sad. )
Is it weird being around all of us?
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... Yeah. [R murmurs, glancing at her and giving a quick, small smile. The Living are noisy, but they're also bright and colourful and full of something that he just doesn't have.]
The n... not being sh-...shot at is weird, too.
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mj is still trying to cope with that. but for all of her avoidance issues, she cares. she does; even when she hasn't wanted to. )
Did they do that because they were scared? ( of whatever r is now? mj knows he's all ... zombie-ish, but he doesn't react the way the zombies in alexandria did. mj had to use her trusty bat a lot then. she wouldn't want to hit r with her bat. he's too cute. )
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Th-they should be.
[Because, no matter how R is now, he was and could be like one of them again.]