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thearena2014-06-22 01:00 am
dotsanddashes) wrote in thearena2014-06-22 01:00 am
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[OPEN] I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head....
Who: Rosalind, Zombie!Robert, and YOU!
What: Catch-all - while Rosalind tries to bring her "brother" back to himself (unsuccessfully).
Where: Wandering the town, either in the old buildings or moving between them.
When: Week 5
Warnings/Notes: Zombie!Robert, a Rosalind on the edge, and perhaps some language. Watch this space, edited as necessary. Feel free to happen upon her however you'd like! You can catch them walking or her caring for him.
He had come out of the fog in the the blink of an eye.
Rosalind had been moving along, searching out anything she could use, keeping an ear to the ground...and then she had realized she had company. She had been poised to strike, raising her makeshift weapon as the figure came closer, closer, parting the haze in the air and entering her line of sight - and her heart nearly stopped. The weapon had slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground with a clatter that echoed down the street.
"Robert?"
Wasting no time, she had run to him, nearly jumping into his arms before realizing that something was wrong. He was listless, unresponsive, pale...simple-minded. It was a red flag, of course, but not for the same reason as the other Tributes - she knew these symptoms. She had seen them before. Displacement sickness, the backlash of the mind against the body for moving from one world to another. This is how he had been when he first came through into her dimension...and she had pulled him through it then. She could pull him through this now.
So through the week, she leads him around - making him rest in abandoned buildings, trying to get him to eat (at the expense of food for herself), and singing to him. Music is what brought him around before; it must certainly work again now.
And so a voice cuts through the quiet now and again, softly insinuating songs old and new.
She WILL bring him back to himself.
He's here with her - that's what really matters.
What: Catch-all - while Rosalind tries to bring her "brother" back to himself (unsuccessfully).
Where: Wandering the town, either in the old buildings or moving between them.
When: Week 5
Warnings/Notes: Zombie!Robert, a Rosalind on the edge, and perhaps some language. Watch this space, edited as necessary. Feel free to happen upon her however you'd like! You can catch them walking or her caring for him.
He had come out of the fog in the the blink of an eye.
Rosalind had been moving along, searching out anything she could use, keeping an ear to the ground...and then she had realized she had company. She had been poised to strike, raising her makeshift weapon as the figure came closer, closer, parting the haze in the air and entering her line of sight - and her heart nearly stopped. The weapon had slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground with a clatter that echoed down the street.
"Robert?"
Wasting no time, she had run to him, nearly jumping into his arms before realizing that something was wrong. He was listless, unresponsive, pale...simple-minded. It was a red flag, of course, but not for the same reason as the other Tributes - she knew these symptoms. She had seen them before. Displacement sickness, the backlash of the mind against the body for moving from one world to another. This is how he had been when he first came through into her dimension...and she had pulled him through it then. She could pull him through this now.
So through the week, she leads him around - making him rest in abandoned buildings, trying to get him to eat (at the expense of food for herself), and singing to him. Music is what brought him around before; it must certainly work again now.
And so a voice cuts through the quiet now and again, softly insinuating songs old and new.
She WILL bring him back to himself.
He's here with her - that's what really matters.
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Not Robert. And even if it were, he wouldn't want to live like this, right? Out of the two of them, Robert had always been the more kindhearted.
He wouldn't abide by this.
He wouldn't.
Biting down on her lip, she sprang from the mattress, striking the monster with the nail bat against the side of the head. He resisted, grabbed at her - but she kept hitting, driving him away from the other man, striking over and over and over again until his blood was splattered all over her front.
Numb, she turned towards Edward, regarding him with a hollow expression that reflected the zombie's.
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He gives her the simultaneously weakest and most smug grin a dying man could give.
It was so very I told you so. "F-" he coughs, some blood running over his lips and down his cheeks to drip onto the metal floor, "-fog." He coughs more, the exposed and half-torn muscles of his throat visible as they flex with the movement.
You could finish him or leave him to die, Rosalind. At this point, he really doesn't care either way. At least he's not being completely eaten alive.
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And then he grins. She sees red, and it isn't just his blood.
"Shut up," she hisses, raising the bloody bat above her head...and then bringing it down hard on Edward's.
"...Shut up."
end thread?
The blackness that comes can't come soon enough, and through all the fear he embraces it, wanting to be free of this hell, even if it means going to another.
Yep!
Tears roll hot down her cheeks.
Again. Again.
Stop.
The nails come to a stop in the side of Edward's crushed head, the board standing straight up despite no longer being held.
Rosalind is on the metal floor, crumpled and sobbing as the blood from the two corpses dribbles down through the grates.
She is alone.
In spite of herself, she reaches out and holds 'Robert's' hand.