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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.]]
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[It's actually worse when the Living start goading the Dead. R finds their way of survival distasteful enough as it is, without people standing around screaming for it.
He might even call it second-hand embarrassment.]
You don't want.. me to bite you.
[Unless he has some kind of deathwish, and suicide-by-zombie isn't something that R is going to have any willing part in.]
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[Hang on. Zack's so shocked that he lowers his blade.]
... Did you just fucking talk?!?
[Zack's not the one with the deathwish here.]
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[If it surprises people enough that they think twice before killing him, he's all for it.]
I'm not.. going to bite you. [He says again, keeping his eyes level.] What.. do you want?
CW: mention of murder
[Yeah, he's annoyed. This is the second time he couldn't bring himself to kill someone he had been chasing after.]
[He grumbles under his breath, resting the handle of his scythe over his shoulder.]
Look, pal. I appreciate the courtesy, but I ain't gonna go slash up a fucking corpse that isn't coming after my brains. It just feels... Wrong!
[Says the literal serial killer whose body count consisted of smiling, giggling faces.]
You're even more dead than the last person I admitted this to!
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It looks that way, but he isn't entirely sure. His fingers twitch, but his feet don't move.]
Uh.
['Thanks for not cutting off my head'? Something about that feels like it would sound disingenuous if he tried to say it.]
... okay?