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entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
livemoore) wrote in entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
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Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
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[ Her thoughts are a little scattered; she cares about Claire, more than almost anyone in Wonderland, but she's also reeling from a lot at home. ]
If you do need me for anything, I'll help. I'll help however I can. You can let Michonne know, too.
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She knows how it can be when people come back—and it seems like whatever's going on back home, it's a serious distraction.]
I'll let Michonne know. We'll be in touch if we need anything. You take care of what you have to.
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[ She's not trying to back out, she just isn't sure what good she is. Back home, she eats a brain, gets some visions, solves the case. She didn't eat Claire's brain, she couldn't. So she feels useless; the one time she needed to solve something, and there was no way she could have cut into Claire's skull to do it. So, she's short on what she normally brings to the table and besides that, her boyfriend was just murdered.
It's been a long day or two. ]
And thank you. For helping, for caring. I think Claire was starting to believe no one really did, before I left.
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[There's no judgment. This whole situation is strange.]
We'll take care of this. One way or another.