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Isaac Lahey ([personal profile] algidity) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-11-23 08:47 pm

►Can I Pose A Question?◄

Who: Isaac & You!
Where: Mostly the jail but he'll also be outside at some point.
When: Zombie Event!
Rating: R; Violence, mutilation, cursing, death, mentions of abuse.
Summary: Catch-all for the event, we do not need prior plans if you want to tag in, just try to be mindful of current plans please and thank you!
The Story:

[ There will be day summaries in top comments in here, try to find the one that best fits what you want to do if you haven't plotted with me! Please and thank you <3 Bless bless. For those of you I have plotted with I'm gonna do Starters in the proper days.

The first day is going to go by a little bit better than the days afterwards, after day one is when it's gonna get pretty gruesome and also Isaac's mental stability is quickly going to be deteriorating until the final day when he gets bit. ]
justrunsasaloon: by riri5x5 (Ellen)

[personal profile] justrunsasaloon 2013-12-03 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zombies. Zombies and they took her damned arsenal that she'd built. Okay, fine. She'd found other weapons. One was a sword, and the other a long hunting knife. And then there was the sickle.

All those years as a girl in Oklahoma came in damned handy when it came to zombies.

They were everywhere and while she might not have a gun, she had her arms and she knew how to damned well do this.

Swing from the hip, she'd always been told. That came in handy now. Her scythe rose and fell, taking off heads and limbs. She ducked a grab and took off one at the knees, her scythe rising once again to take off the head. She heard the yell, but didn't stop. There's still a few around her.

Ellen heard him go down and she twisted, taking out the zombie near her back. Her scythe hooked in the zombie's skull on top of Isaac and she heaved, throwing it at the others, before offering him a filthy hand.]


Time to go.

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itsahotone: (so bright she can burn your eyes)

MY PUPPY HERO

[personal profile] itsahotone 2013-11-24 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, so this event sucked. It's probably fair to say that Santana's been caught unawares as she makes the stupid decision to go looking for Brittany. Her girlfriend's so weirdly lucky that the zombies could be avoiding her entirely for all Santana knows, but that's hardly enough to stop her.

It's Brittany.

So anyway. Sucktacular event. Zombies appearing. Santana's incoming death. The usual shit, really.

She's not completely stupid, so she does have a weapon. She's screaming and swinging an ax when someone comes running.]


Really?? I was totally about to offer my arm for an appetizer!

[Grateful and humble as always.]

/cries

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sjkdlfs slain

[personal profile] resent 2013-11-24 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ cora's startled. ]

[ lost in her own little world, temporarily, cora tries to keep her mind off of the cold. it's freezing. the hairs on her arms stick up. if she focuses too much on how she feels, she'll start shivering again. she's not properly equipped with jackets or scarves or hats to keep herself warm. she hadn't thought to ask for a jacket from within the farmhouse, either. ]

[ she's glad that she had spent yesterday outside, wandering around the grounds and venturing deeper into the woods to the farmhouse. the crossbow she acquired from within it sits near her; the other things she brought back — knives, some too short to use on zombies, another crossbow, and a gun — are scattered among the pack, or they sit beside her, or in a pocket, hidden. she has no reason to hold it in her hands — and it's lucky that she hadn't held it in her grasp, just then, for isaac's startled her with his sharp movements — and she hopes that she won't find another any time soon. she's used to attacking with her hands, not other objects. it doesn't feel right. none of it does. ]

[ she watches isaac, still startled, and is stiff and still as he wraps his warm scarf around her neck. she hasn't ever really seen him without one, except for when it's hot. to have a piece of him with her is something she can't quite give voice or even thought to. ] Thanks.

[ a part of her wishes she had stayed at the farmhouse. while it's not the safest point within wonderland, it'd been useful. and she would've been of more use there than here, taking from those who needed scarves or things more than her. she always felt like a bit of a distraction; her bullheadedness had gotten her smacked with a weight. what will it do to them, now, in a world where zombies lurked in every corner? derek was right; a part of her had sought out the core of the woods in order to isolate herself from the rest of the pack. ]

[ she goes to pull at it, tucking it further into itself until it sits a little more comfortably around her neck. she looks at him with a slight arch to her brow. she tucks it into her shirt, following his way of folding a scarf in on itself; it always looked so comfortable around his neck. ] You're going to freeze.
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[personal profile] exercise 2013-11-24 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that Scott is purposely pushing himself to every limit he has - it's that he forgets he even has limits until they hit him like a truck, right through both of his lungs unexpectedly. Running sucks. He used to run miles to get to Allison's house, and could actually keep up in lacrosse, and could hold his weight against fights with other werewolves.

Now he can barely run down a hallway without needing a break. It would be easier if he could just get some fresh air-

He hates relying on Isaac, hates making him do all the difficult work while Scott sits on the sidelines and tries to regulate his breathing. He probably wouldn't notice a zombie even if one popped up - thankfully, one doesn't, but he almost thinks Isaac is one when he approaches, with how blurry Scott's vision is.
]

I- I'm - [ He's heaving, gasping for air that won't fill him up, like there's not nearly enough oxygen in the world for the type of inhale he's looking for. He tries to breathe, he tries to, but winds up reaching out to grab a hold around Isaac's shirt instead, twisting it like that'll explain what he's trying to say here. ] - so-rry.

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[personal profile] aerodynamically 2013-11-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ The one thing that Jackson deals with on his own is what he did to Beacon Hills. Most kids don't have to deal with the fact that they were used in a psychotic plot for revenge or for something worse. Most kids don't have to try to sleep with all the memories of those people he slaughtered swirling around in his head. No one has tried to talk to him about it. Not even Allison, but he figures that's because Allison doesn't know how. She was manipulated by her grandfather as well. They had that in common, but people were brutally killed because of Jackson. He has intense memories of washing the blood from his hands in his shower. It's all there. Everything he's done. Including Isaac's father.

The bite he got helping Scott is getting worse. He can feel it. He doesn't want to admit it at first, but it's happening. He'll change within a matter of hours probably. Maybe longer or maybe shorter. He has no way of knowing. All he knows is that he's still bleeding under his shirt and jacket. He's done a damn good job of hiding it so far. He didn't tell Scott or any of them. They'd insist on trying to isolate him or trying to find someone to help him. That'd put them in danger and he doesn't want more blood on his hands. He has too much already. He has a plan though. The blood of Isaac's dad is on his hands. It always will be. Maybe that'll help push Isaac into doing it. Maybe.

He approaches quietly and kicks Isaac's foot. It's to get his attention mainly. He's fading in and out, but he's still conscious. If anyone can do Jackson in and not hesitate it'll be the kid who lost his father because of Jackson. Maybe that's why he picks him. ]
Lahey, get up. We gotta talk. [ He steps back and crosses his arms over his chest. It's a subtle shift, but his hand moves to press against his ribs. Where he was bit. ]

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[personal profile] triskeles 2013-11-24 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not even intentional, at least not on a level that Derek's aware of. Everything is mixed up in a slurry that's only made worse by his exhaustion. The (not quite so) alpha hasn't slept much at all since Wonderland's most recent shift, and it's been like going through hell and back. Between Jackson's death and having to kill Scott himself, he's just not all there right now. Guilt drags him down, and he can feel the tension drawing all of them tight like Allison's bowstrings. They're all on edge, and it's only gotten worse by the time this hits.

But he doesn't retaliate when Isaac shoves at him, just adjusts and shifts so that the momentum doesn't take him down. But it puts the space between them, even though it doesn't seem to be enough for Isaac. At first, he doesn't realize that he's pointing the machete at him, either. He sees it, but it doesn't register in his mind until it actually kicks back into gear, forced in belated instinct that remains even without his werewolf status.

Put it down, Isaac. It's what he should say, really. But this isn't the first time that someone has lashed out at him, and it's certainly not the first time that he's simply taken it.
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[personal profile] halfwinchester 2013-11-25 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps the werewolves should be glad they no longer have a werewolf's sense of smell, because the walkers smell atrocious and Adam's so covered with dirt, and gunk, and dried sweat that he must smell atrocious, too. A quick wipe-down at a small body of water he'd found hadn't been enough to remove three days' worth of grime.

They both look horrible and they've both survived. It's not a difference between them this time, it's something they have in common, at least for now.

Adam stares back at the lanky figure through the trees, and although everybody he's come across so far, alive and dead alike, have been transformed into wild-eyed, grim figures by what's happened, he recognizes the hair and the blue eyes even at a distance. He's been looking for people he knows with a half-hearted hope--Sam and Dean, among others--but any living person will do.

He approaches, jeans and button-up shirt almost black in some places from blood as well as other unmentionables. Whatever he's been through so far, he's not saying. Just more shit to throw on the pile that'd been started long before Wonderland had come into the picture.]


You break something?

[A broken bone is about the only thing that explains why someone is taking a breather, alone, in an open area where any one of those things can stagger up on them at any minute.]

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...I love your little swoopy arrow guy, bro. love iiiit

[personal profile] unsleeved 2013-11-25 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[[TOTALLY COOL!]]

[He really should have expected it, given that it's his memories this shit had been conjured up from, but the fact that there seem to be more and more geeks no matter how many he puts down has his patience worn pretty thin by the third day. But pissed and exhausted though he is, he's made it his mission to keep as many people safe as possible, and currently that means combing the woods for anyone who's lost, stranded, or otherwise screwed over with the aim of dragging them back to the farm house he'd found out in the middle of nowhere- the "safe haven" the Red Queen had mentioned.

And also mowing down any walkers in his path, but that should go without saying. It's Daryl, after all.

And that mowing is precisely what he's doing- picking the fuckers off one by one like he's weeding a garden- when he runs into the kid. Or, well, when the kid runs into him. The thing about loading his crossbow is that it requires that he stop, and sometimes that he look down to get things situated, and it's right at that unfortunate moment that something collides with him, just as he'd pulled the string back and locked it into place.

A quick glance is enough to tell him that it's a living person, but more importantly that same glance is enough to tell him that it's a living person who's got walkers on his tail; he's dimly aware of the kid saying something but for the moment he ignores it, intent on making the shots he needs to make. He can worry about talking once they're down. And down they go, one and then the second in quick succession, and once the second body hits the ground he turns to look at the kid, finally. Familiar...

He makes a face.]


I don't live out-- [a tiny huff. come on, kid.] Whatever. You alright?

HE'LL LIVE.

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omg i am so sorry

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