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[Video] Entry #2 - Event Day 3
[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]
If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...
[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]
...Don't.
[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]
Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.
[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]
Last warning.
[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.
He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.
Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.
There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]
[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.
Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...
[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]
...Don't.
[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]
Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.
[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]
Last warning.
[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.
He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.
Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.
There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]
[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.
Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
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Just kidding.
That at least explains where his lighter went, but Tim's not exactly in the state of mind to appreciate the artistry. He's too busy trying, trying not to remember the words of a man who'd dripped gasoline across carpeting, into every room in the house, with the indictment of this is all your fault ringing in the halls.
Jay never saw that entry. He wouldn't know who it is he's emulating.]
Jay! What the hell?
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He expected Tim wouldn't be a fan of this idea. It's why he swiped the lighter instead of just...y'know, asking for it. But he at least expected Tim to get why he's doing this.
He flicks the lighter off and on absent-mindedly as he tries to come up with the most succinct explanation. If he speaks, it'll make noise, which might attract more walkers. The fact that writing his response buys him more time to compose his thoughts is a bonus.]
Going to get rid of as many as I can.
[He attaches a photo. The house is surrounded, and several walkers do seem to have found their way inside. From the angle, it looks like Jay's still in the tree.]
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Actually, Jay's always giving him some sort of conniption or another. Through sheer overwhelming stupidity no less. He nicked his lighter and decided to set a house on fire and back himself into a corner in the process.]
fire doesnt work on them theyll just be on fire and trying to kill you
jay
get out of there
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it's not JUST the fire it's the house
when the house collapses it should
they can't survive that
[They'll be crushed, and that'll be the end of it, and he'll finally make a difference for once.]
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did you listen to michonne at all
jay get OUT OF THERE
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this is the best chance we have
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[Again.
Again.
Fuck this.]
i''m omw
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i'm only safe up here because i got here before they did
YOURE going to die
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[He's acting like someone else. Should he dare say who?]
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[Because they know each other so well.]
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i'm coming
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Why? Because he's not hiding for once? Or because...]
no
i don't want people dead
that's WHY i'm doing this i don't want that
stay where you are
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this isnt oging to do anything but put people in danger
including yOU
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He's gotten used to the messages from the viewers calling his ideas stupid. It's like white noise at this point. But seeing so many real, solid people say it is more of a wake-up call than Jay'd like to admit ]
okay.
if i stay where i am, what then
thought they'd find the door eventually but they're just
milling around
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find someplace quiet and just wait
[He's running, and that smoker's cough isn't doing him any favors, but hell if he's about to let Jay change his mind anytime soon. He was smart enough to leave an address.
So Tim's only a few blocks down.]
you took my lighter
i cant believe you
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He still thinks it might work, though. He's still flicking the lighter. It'd be a shame if it was a good idea and he just gave up because people complained.]
see that would mean i'd have to climb down and
[He attaches an image of a sizable horde of zombies clustering around the outside of the house. More importantly, it's big enough to overlap with the ground under Jay's tree.]
supplies are limited and you weren't exactly using it at the time
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Tim shades his eyes. They form a dense knot at the base of Jay's tree, apparently drawn to the smell of warm flesh.
With a low grunt of frustration, Tim fetches a fist-sized rock, winds back, and wings it as far away from Jay's tree as he can.
It's sufficient in luring some of them away, but not all. Tim ducks behind an abandoned car, punching out a text to avoid calling out and telegraphing his position.]
what the hell was your plan after this point
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[Jay hears a small object--a ball or a rock or something--hitting leaves, and he watches as a couple zombies break off from the group to investigate.]
wait was that you
what are you doing here
go back
there's somebody else coming
somebody else from here
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[He's already here. Might as well help. But if there's someone here who can help, someone else, then maybe there's a greater chance of getting Jay to fucking safety.]
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they're bringing stuff to make us both uh
smell like one of those things
so we don't get targeted
the person called them 'walkers' so i assume they're from here
[The more the merrier. As long as Tim doesn't get himself killed.]
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[He hopes you can hear the yell through the screen, Jay. He so hopes.]
if you die i'm gonna kill you
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what was your plan
did you think they were gonna file right in like it was a ride at disneyland
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i'll give it back when i get down
i thought if they kept milling around long enough, they'd eventually find their way in.
clearly hasn't been long enough.
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[not sent] 1/2
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action
action; alex's cameraman is a Criminal
a SMOOTH CRIMINAL
action; that is now playing on the stereo. confirmed.
action;
LAUGHS
three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees. BURNIN' DOWN THE HOUSE.
CRIES
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