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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.
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.