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entranceway2017-07-17 08:24 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entranceway2017-07-17 08:24 pm
video; event day four
[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.
That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.
But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.
He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.
The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.]
[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.
But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.
He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.
The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.]
[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
action;
Where one of the creatures is still standing, amidst the fallen. Cullen draws his blade and yet-- Something about it seems off. Not at first glance, but that look. More alert than their eyes ever were, though Cullen blames his imagination. He advances briskly, ready to strike, and yet-- ]
If you can still speak, do it now.
action;
He takes an uncertain step back.]
I... can. [And he nods. Not even a day of silence and he's already rusty.] I can speak.
action;
You look dreadful, he doesn't say. Obvious enough. Irrelevant. As opposed to: ]
Were you infected?
action;
Wavering, he hesitates. Was he infected? He is---
But this is strange. This is the first Living person he's spoken to in years except for Julie, and for a moment he feels a fierce spark flare up in his chest. Had it lasted longer, he might have said something stupid, but it fades within moments and he answers timidly.]
I don't know h... how I got here.
action;
Do you know about Wonderland already?
action;
[Still nervous of the sword, he takes another step backwards and the back of his heel catches on one of the bodies sprawled across the floor. He stumbles badly and falls, letting out a wheeze of air when he hits the ground.
It's with a grimace that he moves his legs off the corpse they ended up slung over, and he shifts away from it. Not quite the actions of a walking cadaver.]
action;
[ Cullen sheathes the sword with a frown, and approaches briskly. His mind is made up by necessity, and he offers the boy a hand up. ]
This is Wonderland. You were brought here against your will, like myself and many others. By what or why we can only guess. If you have questions, I can try to answer. If you need a healer, then I can take you to one.
action;
He reaches up to grab the offered hand. His own is cool, though not clammy (he is perpetually room temperature), and he uses the leverage to get back on his feet again.
The man is speaking a lot, and he struggles to parse it all together. He is, however, glad for the loss of the sword.]
I'm not hurt. [That answers one question, but as for his own... he has so many that he couldn't possibly articulate them. He settles for the most pressing one.] What... happened here?
action;
You have to know that Wonderland doesn't always look like this. It changes appearance and more, but- that is better witnessed than explained. [ Especially since the boy doesn't seem all there in the first place. ] What happened here was an attack. Mindless creatures who feast on the flesh of the living, an entire horde of them. [ Many of which look extraordinarily like you. ] Too many are still about, so be on your guard.
action;
None of the walkers advanced on her because she's dead, she guesses. She has scratch marks all over but never got sick. So, it's not surprising that this one doesn't advance on her like she's a walking buffet, and when she gets close enough, she reaches out to grab his shirt and get a grip in order to, well, kill him. But there's something about this one, and she hesitates, looking sad. ]
I'm sorry this happened to you.
action;
R frowns at her, confused, the expression only shifting his eyebrows by a fraction. No one has ever said something like that to him before. No one is sorry for people like him. He meets her eyes and shakes his head, parting his lips to speak one word.]
Why?
action;
[ Liv takes one big step back, still holding the knife and looking at him like she just saw...well. A zombie talk to her. ]
Are you...are you alive?
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That's.. debatable.
[He almost smiles. It's almost a joke. He's Dead, but he's Different. Julie made him different, and now he - just like M, the other Dead, the boneys... - isn't quite sure what he is.]
I'm not one.. one of them.
action
[Right now he's in the streets, though, ostensibly making his way back toward where Wirt left Greg to check on the kid. There's three zombies that he can see, including this one. It doesn't even take a second glance to notice that this one's acting a bit different. And Sans isn't an expert on any of this, but he's gonna take that to mean that this poor asshole just turned or something. For all he knows, there's a few minutes of clarity and awareness while your body starts hunting for brains without your say-so. Which is horrifying.]
[So he's gonna deal with it the best way he knows how--with humor.]
lookin' like death cooled over, champ. well, don't let me decay you from, uh, whatever sorta undead stuff you're gettin' up to.
[He's just gonna scoot on by this one and continue on his merry way.]
action
[He readies his scythe, grinning with a murderous glint in his eyes as he chuckles to himself. He doesn't particularly care if the zombie hears him. It's just one zombie. What damage can it do to an experienced killer?]
Heh heh heh... Looks like I missed one...