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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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[Then he stops dead when the zombie actually speaks.]
[He wonders for a second if maybe he's just hearing things, but Sans isn't really the sort to just hear things. It requires a sort of wishful thinking that he just really isn't capable of anymore.]
...you're still in there, huh?
[He glances over at the other two zombies to see if they're reacting to either of them, but they're obviously not. They seem to have a cursory interest in the noise, but they're not making much of an effort to come Sans's way.]
[Here he really thought he'd gotten used to the idea of zombies. Could have even called himself genre savvy.]
well that's, uh. different.
[And there's a massive joke in here somewhere, if he can parse it. A zombie who's supposed to be dead, but isn't. A skeleton who you'd also think is supposed to be dead, but isn't on both counts. It's like the start of one of those "walks into a bar" jokes.]
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So, he nods.
He follows Sans' gaze to the others, the ones he can see but can't find any sniff of Life in. They don't look too much different to what he expects, and yet.. something in him knows they aren't the same. He frowns, and his attention moves back.
Sans isn't what he expected, either. 'Different' would be the word. He'd suspect a boney here, save for the entirely normal speech and the lack of eerie humming. Something new, then, and he isn't sure yet of what to make of it. That's why he doesn't move, doesn't venture to come closer or run.
New things can be dangerous, and as curious as he is, he has a level of self-preservation (which is also strange, for someone who is already Dead).]
I'm not.. the only one... who's different here.
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[Sans abruptly decides to stop questioning it. This guy is a zombie, or at least looks like one, but he's sapient. It could be for any number of reasons that Sans doesn't have time to think about. The point is, he's talking to a person.]
[His stance relaxes even more.]
heh.
[No, it would be weird, right? Zombies are still human to some degree, and humans--in his experience--all have some kind of universal understanding of what a skeleton is supposed to mean. Moreso than what a zombie is supposed to mean, apparently.]
yeah, 'tween you and me, we're just, uh...spitting in the face of the whole concept of death, huh?
[They could form a band. The Not Deads.]
you might wanna find somewhere to hide. the other zombies don't seem to care, but there's plenty of regular living folks around. probably not gonna stop to find out if you're still a person or not.
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Still, as the conversation rolls on, he relaxes slightly. Whatever this new thing is, it's not a boney. That, he's almost sure of.
A boney wouldn't be giving him friendly advice.]
... Used to that.
[The words come out on a sigh. He looks around with a kind of weariness born from years of battling against the Living. But he can smell them. There's nowhere to hide.]
They're.. everywhere.
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yeah? heh. same.
[He looks around, not sure if the guy is referencing the other zombies or all the Wonderlanders trying to survive.]
got our fair share of both right now, i guess.
i'm sans, by the way. you, uh. got a name?
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He doesn't question how the skeleton can talk. The boneys managed to talk just fine.]
.. I'm R. [Just R. The zombie lifts a hand in an awkward half-wave.] Uhm... Nice to meet.. you.
[Nailed it.]
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heh. nice to meet ya too, r. you, heh, you picked a helluva time to arrive in wonderland.
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[R is privately impressed that he managed a pause for dramatic effect, rather than simply lagging between one forced breath and the next. The thought distracts him for long enough that it's visible his mind isn't quite on task for a few seconds, then he looks over to Sans again.
As one of few people who haven't tried to kill him, Sans ranks fairly high on the list of people that he might choose to ask questions. The fact he is a talking skeleton is a surprise that's slowly wearing off.]
What's going on..?
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[He looks around at all the houses, the zombies milling around, the general destruction. God, he can't imagine how much it would suck to show up in Wonderland in the middle of an event.]
it's kinda...a lot to explain. place is called wonderland. it has a tendency to change. so...it doesn't usually look like this. usually it's just a sorta mansion and some countryside. it's a capricious place.
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[Because despite coming from a place where the arguably Dead can be reanimated and walk the Earth, R does not come from a place where magic is something that people really believe in.
Recent events taken into account, though, he could be convinced.]
How did I get here?
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[Or it'll make even less sense. Doesn't really matter in the end.]
you woke up here. we all did. it just sorta--happens.
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... So.
[So.]
... What happens.. now?
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[He looks around again, taking in the general nightmare going on around them.]
hide and find somewhere to lie low until this is over. maybe write "i am not actually a zombie" on your shirt. heh. just try to last till it's over, yeah? people will be more understanding then.