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Who| R and Julie Grigio [Closed]
What| R continues to do what he’s best at: he wanders, takes a breather against the Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue near the Cornucopia, and runs into a surprise Julie.
Where| The Cornucopia
When| Later in Week 4 after he's fed again
Warnings/Notes| R’s wandering around as a beat-up zombie, mentions of zombie corpse stuff.
R develops a new habit in the Arena, as crazy as that is – he keeps cupping his shattered eye socket with his hand, making sure the eye is still there. It’s dark in that side. For all he knows it’s there for looks. At least he hasn’t had crows pecking it out, part of the reason R’s been on the move so much. They tend to ignore moving targets. Knowing it’s still there, though, makes him feel better and not lop-sided like he hasn't been falling to pieces over the past couple of weeks. It’s been a few weeks, hasn’t it?
He hates he isn't sure. If he was alive, he’d know. He could read the calendar and point at a date and say that’s today.
R keeps shuffling on, doing his best to ignore his hunger. He snagged a rat awhile back, big and fat and pissed off, but rats are junk food and it’s more to keep his hands and mouth busy than because it makes a dent. The ankle’s probably gonna go soon. Concentrating on his foot barely hanging on there gives him something to do when he runs out of rat, R staggering along with his head drooping down and looking at his ankle. Yup. It’s totally snapping off today. He can be Peg Leg R after this. R rasps out a grunt at the idea and looks up to find he’s wandered back to the Cornucopia.
Why’d he come back here?
Maybe it’s a guilt thing over biting Air at this place. Maybe it’s because it’s shiny. Or maybe it’s the fact garden is pretty and he likes the colors.
Whatever it is, R decides he’s done with shuffling for now. He can pick it up later. Now he wants to go lie down somewhere, check his eyelids for holes because that’s a thing you need to do every now and then when you’re a zombie. Shake up his usual routine of shuffle - stagger - stare at a wall, maybe throw in a groan. Do the whole expanding his horizons thing. Is it possible for him to dream again? The last – first? – time he did, he woke up to find Julie booked it.
“Gghhh,” R moans to himself as he flops down to slouch against a statue he thinks he should recognize. He told himself he’d go back to Before Julie but it’s harder than he thought. It’s a work in progress, he guesses. The zombie’s good eye eventually drifts closed.
The next time the pedestals rise near the Cornucopia’s garden, R’s fallen asleep for the second time in his un-life, slumped like he died all over again. His other eye's frozen open, his shirt still covered with dried gore when he pigged out on that Tribute.
What| R continues to do what he’s best at: he wanders, takes a breather against the Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue near the Cornucopia, and runs into a surprise Julie.
Where| The Cornucopia
When| Later in Week 4 after he's fed again
Warnings/Notes| R’s wandering around as a beat-up zombie, mentions of zombie corpse stuff.
R develops a new habit in the Arena, as crazy as that is – he keeps cupping his shattered eye socket with his hand, making sure the eye is still there. It’s dark in that side. For all he knows it’s there for looks. At least he hasn’t had crows pecking it out, part of the reason R’s been on the move so much. They tend to ignore moving targets. Knowing it’s still there, though, makes him feel better and not lop-sided like he hasn't been falling to pieces over the past couple of weeks. It’s been a few weeks, hasn’t it?
He hates he isn't sure. If he was alive, he’d know. He could read the calendar and point at a date and say that’s today.
R keeps shuffling on, doing his best to ignore his hunger. He snagged a rat awhile back, big and fat and pissed off, but rats are junk food and it’s more to keep his hands and mouth busy than because it makes a dent. The ankle’s probably gonna go soon. Concentrating on his foot barely hanging on there gives him something to do when he runs out of rat, R staggering along with his head drooping down and looking at his ankle. Yup. It’s totally snapping off today. He can be Peg Leg R after this. R rasps out a grunt at the idea and looks up to find he’s wandered back to the Cornucopia.
Why’d he come back here?
Maybe it’s a guilt thing over biting Air at this place. Maybe it’s because it’s shiny. Or maybe it’s the fact garden is pretty and he likes the colors.
Whatever it is, R decides he’s done with shuffling for now. He can pick it up later. Now he wants to go lie down somewhere, check his eyelids for holes because that’s a thing you need to do every now and then when you’re a zombie. Shake up his usual routine of shuffle - stagger - stare at a wall, maybe throw in a groan. Do the whole expanding his horizons thing. Is it possible for him to dream again? The last – first? – time he did, he woke up to find Julie booked it.
“Gghhh,” R moans to himself as he flops down to slouch against a statue he thinks he should recognize. He told himself he’d go back to Before Julie but it’s harder than he thought. It’s a work in progress, he guesses. The zombie’s good eye eventually drifts closed.
The next time the pedestals rise near the Cornucopia’s garden, R’s fallen asleep for the second time in his un-life, slumped like he died all over again. His other eye's frozen open, his shirt still covered with dried gore when he pigged out on that Tribute.