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aunamee ❱❱ anomie ([personal profile] marcato) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-04-09 07:25 pm

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WHO| Aunamee, Grey, Hyperion, R.
WHAT| Grey isn't fatally wounded, but Aunamee leaves him for dead anyway.
WHERE| Fantasyland
WHEN| End of week 2.
WARNINGS/NOTES| death, violence, sadism

When he was twelve years old, Aunamee would sit with a police blotter pressed up against his ear, the volume whisper-soft so that it could be his little secret. These were the days when his name was Ariel, when he was mortal and helpless and saw nothing when he closed his eyes. Whenever he heard about a car accident, a suicide, a murder, he would get his bike out from the garage and peddle down to the scence, his shoelaces click clicking against the cold metal of the frame. Let’s watch this. Let’s see life in action.

As an adult, things were very much the same. Aunamee harmed and Aunamee killed, but he preferred it when he could sit back and watch everything unfold, a spectator in a wild orchestra of flesh and blood.

He told Grey he was giving him a reprieve. He cut his binds. He left him out in the open, bruised and beaten, and then he stepped backwards and out of sight, cloaked in ruins.

Let’s watch this. Let’s see life in action.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-10 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
R needs to get it together. He keeps picking prey who are fast or have backup or both and all he has to show for it is that one bite he got in. One bite's never enough.

His stomach shrivels in on itself. He imagines he can feel it turning to dust on him. (He hopes he doesn't have maggots).

R wanders away from the Feast at some point; he's not sure exactly when. Story of his life. Eventually he ends up in what used to be Fantasyland. All he gets it the vague sense he's been here before, a long time ago - he should recognize the place, the broken down rides, all the other stuff that blurs together the more he tries to stare at them. After awhile R shrugs and moves on, goes back to shuffling because it's like busy work for corpses. Focusing on something like walking gives him something to do.

It's the sound of something scrapping to the left that draws R away from the main road, snaps him back to the present, his head coming up and turning. His good eye refocuses. He listens, swaying, and yup, that doesn't sound like a rat to him. Sounds bigger. Hopefully it's still there by the time he gets his shambling act into gear.

R eventually lurches into sight of the stage and what he sees makes him start to think today is shaping up better than yesterday. There's a man lying there, not moving fast like all the others and that's already a good sign. Slow and easy - way better odds to a zombie who couldn't even take down a little girl. He gurgles in his chest as he starts to come closer to investigate.
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[personal profile] greymatter 2013-04-13 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Grey isn't moving, yet somehow he goes even stiller at the sound of Aunamee's voice. The man hadn't left after all. Semi-conscious, he attempts to lift his head, to see what's going on. Aunamee must have hit him harder than he thought. That, or there were zombies in the arena.

Why would Aunamee keep him alive? Why would Aunamee protect him from this atrocity? He had a feeling that he didn't want to find out. But there's no running, not now. Not with broken ribs and a concussion that threatens to send him back into darkness at the slightest disturbance. He puts his head back down against the floor and breathes.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-13 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
It’s movement - calm, controlled, unhurried movement – that makes R’s head loll to the side to take in the person approaching. He stares for a long second without recognizing him, that smell telling him if that’s dinner on the floor, this one’s the second course strolling at him like he wants to be eaten first. That’s… new. That’s never happened before. In fact it’s so new that the zombie stops and stares, R’s mouth hanging open as he starts instinctively working up some drool, a string of black oozing out his mouth. It dribbles down his chest.

He thinks he knows this man.

He thinks maybe it’ll be okay.

R stands there and lets Aunamee get closer, his good eye fixed on him, the other off doing its own thing in his shattered eye socket. The Living man gets so close R starts to think maybe he’d feel even better if he was elbow deep in his ribcage and sampling, say, his lungs. (M’s more the liver type of zombie, if they can’t go for brains). The thought wanders away before it gets very far, something smoothing it down. Maybe not. Maybe he’s just fine the way he is. It’s not a bad place to be when you’re a corpse. R sways as his mouth opens and closes wordlessly, struggling to remember how to form sentences so he can ask Aunamee how he’s so dead sure everything will be a-okay in the end.

“Ghhguh…?” R moans.

His eye roves from Aunamee to slide over his shoulder toward the other man. Another glob of ooze drips out. What about his lungs?
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[personal profile] greymatter 2013-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
The scientist flinches as if it were a bite itself and then he tenses, breath stopping momentarily to see if he heard Aunamee right. Now the question... is Aunamee playing with him again, or does he really intend to let this thing devour him living? He lifts his head again, a pained sound escaping him as he turns himself over onto his stomach.

He can see now. See both threats. As much as his shaky vision will allow, at any rate. Planting his left forearm against the ground, he starts to lift himself. If he has anything going for him, the boy appears to move rather slowly.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-15 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Not…himself? Tell R something he doesn’t know. He hasn’t been himself for years, he’s not even sure what the real him is like. That guy died a long time ago. The question hits R harder than he realizes, the zombie staring at Aunamee with a lost expression like he’s trying to plead with him and he doesn’t have the words. “Missing”, he gets. Ever since he woke up with flies buzzing his mouth, R’s had a feeling something definitely was missing. Something like relief shivers through his ruined organs as Aunamee says out loud what he’s thought all those years.

He knew he liked Aunamee for a reason. He’s mindful of others.

“…I...wuhhhhnnt….” R wants to say hell yeah, promise he’ll make it quick (true) or he won’t be messy (white lie – he means to, it just never happens), but he’s too hungry for a conversation right now. Too much effort.

His teeth click together as his mouth continues that almost fish-like opening and closing, as if he’s already picturing himself gnawing through Main Course’s lungs. The guy looks like he’s beat up pretty bad, tenderized. Maybe “pulverized” is the better word. R almost, almost feels like he’d be doing him a favor ripping open his skull. Maybe that’s what he’ll tell himself to feel less guilty when he murders him: all these years and he still has trouble looking the people he eats in the eye. Sometimes it’s because another zombie’s already chewed off their face and he has an excuse when the eyes and nose are only bloody pulp. Other times, he doesn’t, and it’s all on him.

The new hunger shrugs.

R tries to totter past Aunamee, close enough to bump against the man, attracted by that little sound of pain breathed out behind him. Seeing the main course trying to crawl away, corpse-slow, gives R purpose.
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[personal profile] greymatter 2013-04-20 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
The scientist pauses when Aunamee stops R and when it becomes clear that Aunamee is not sending R after him, is instead redirecting him, he allows himself to sag back to the floor, eyes flicking in the direction that Aunamee points. Who is he talking about?
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-04-20 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
The hand on his shoulder makes R stop - or that's what he thinks, R feeling that body heat from his hand seeping into his shoulder. R drags his one good eye reluctantly away from the man behind Aunamee, groaning to himself in frustration because come on, even R thinks he's an easy target and he goes like a mile an hour.

The zombie turns, slack-jawed, to stare at Aunamee. Yeah...yeah, he helped him out before, right? Had his best interests at heart because his still works. Maybe he's right about this too.

R obediently shifts to look at where he's being pointed.

"There." R grunts and then starts to lurch that way. "O...kay."