candy canes candy canes lick them in a spear and kill your enemies [open to some]

[rosswood]

Who: Alex Kralie and anyone who wants to watch him flail
Where: The Forest, and then wherever
When: 12/16 and 12/20 onward
Rating: PG-13 because Alex is a foulmouth. Also possibilities for horror and trauma.
Summary: Alex meets a Wendigo, and then he meets some goblins. Lucky Alex.
The Story: Beneath the cut!



12/16; closed to Philip

He's got his phone out of habit, mostly, because even a few days stuck in his room has him crawling the walls like a dog anxious to be let out. He smacks the side of the device a few times, like that'll keep the static from screwing up the crappy visual he'll get.

Wonderland has a forest, and as bad of a bad idea it is - the thought itches under his skin - he can't seem to keep himself away.

There's nothing in the woods. That's what Philip said. But.

But Alex has to make sure.

The woods are pretty standard, as far as woods go. The trees are dense but not suffocatingly so, branches laden with snow. His breath mists in front of him in frosty puffs and he huddles a little deeper into his woefully thin jacket. He should've asked his closet for something a little thicker, but either his is defective or it's got a cruel sense of humor.

When something first darts in the corner of his eye, he jerks around reflexively, heart in his mouth.

Can't look, can't look -

Can't look if it's only a memory.

Alex fumbles at his device, movements made clumsy by the numbness settling deep and red into his fingers, trying desperately to switch the recording function on in time to snatch a glimpse of whatever it was that just flitted past. He swears under his breath, teeth chattering. Come on come on come on.

He swears he can see something moving. Maybe it's behind him.

It's always behind him.

It's not here it's not here it's not here it's not here it's not here

12/20 and onwards; open to all

Alex has absolutely zero awareness of his surroundings right now, mostly because his attention is completely devoted to sprinting at full tilt after the little shit that's stolen one of the few things he had on him when he arrived. His blue-striped jacket flaps cheerfully behind the goblin as it zigzags, dodging every attempt to pin it down, darting easily out from between Alex's outstretched fingers. He practically snarls at it when he misses for the umpteenth time and, finally, in a fit of outrage, hurls himself at the fucker like a football player going for a hard tackle.

Fortunately for the goblin and unfortunately for Alex, he isn't remotely adept at football or tackling or athletics in general except when the situation sorely requires it and he lands flat on his face in an ungainly sprawl. He oofs furiously and tries to roll to his feet only to immediately faceplant again because someone - he doesn't even need to ask who - has tied his shoelaces together.

[Alex will be harassed by the goblins until the event's end, so you are absolutely free to run into him chasing after the suckers at any point.]