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thisonetime) wrote2012-03-06 09:43 pm
thisonetime) wrote2012-03-06 09:43 pm
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[The feed comes on, but at first, everything's dark.]
The hell is this?
[Then there's a shot of Ellis's gray eye, and then it pans back out to his face. He's covered in a layer of dirt and various bodily fluids, and beyond that, he's tired and bruised in a few places. The stone ceiling of his barracks room can be seen in the background, and Ellis looks quite perplexed.]
Hello? Anybody out there? This funny little book's talkin' about worlds bein' unmade and records bein' kept and whatnot, but it ain't makin' much sense.
Like, how'm I here if everythin's not made anymore? And hell, you can't unmake shit! My friend Keith tried to unmake a car once, cause he thought it was haunted, but all he got was a broken car and a face full'a burnin' oil. He quit messin' with it after that, mostly 'cause he went blind for like six months. Don't know if it was really haunted or nothin', but I guess anything can happen, after the zombies an' shit...
[Ellis just trails off, then looks around the room. With his free hand, he rubs the space between his shoulder and neck and winces. Getting pounded into the ground by a charger sucks, and he's still aching.
Then, he turns back to the camera and smiles, though it's a little uneasy.]
So, hey, m'name's Ellis. I'm lookin' for Nick, Rochelle, and Coach, if any y'all out there.
[And they had to be, didn't they?]
The hell is this?
[Then there's a shot of Ellis's gray eye, and then it pans back out to his face. He's covered in a layer of dirt and various bodily fluids, and beyond that, he's tired and bruised in a few places. The stone ceiling of his barracks room can be seen in the background, and Ellis looks quite perplexed.]
Hello? Anybody out there? This funny little book's talkin' about worlds bein' unmade and records bein' kept and whatnot, but it ain't makin' much sense.
Like, how'm I here if everythin's not made anymore? And hell, you can't unmake shit! My friend Keith tried to unmake a car once, cause he thought it was haunted, but all he got was a broken car and a face full'a burnin' oil. He quit messin' with it after that, mostly 'cause he went blind for like six months. Don't know if it was really haunted or nothin', but I guess anything can happen, after the zombies an' shit...
[Ellis just trails off, then looks around the room. With his free hand, he rubs the space between his shoulder and neck and winces. Getting pounded into the ground by a charger sucks, and he's still aching.
Then, he turns back to the camera and smiles, though it's a little uneasy.]
So, hey, m'name's Ellis. I'm lookin' for Nick, Rochelle, and Coach, if any y'all out there.
[And they had to be, didn't they?]
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Y'know, we talked 'bout this once. Don't think we came to 'fficial ranks or nothin', but Ro an' I thought Nick could be Colonel, cause his suit's white like Colonel Sanders, an' Ro could be a Pistolero, on account'a those double pistols she likes, and Coach was the Axe Man, cause he had a real sweet axe with 'im at the time.
And then I asked her what I was, cause I was figurin' I could be, like, the Commander, you know, Commander Badass or somethin', but she said I's the Morality Booster. And that just weren't fair.
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That... wasn't what I meant. But never mind.
I'm Doctor Kloe Bishop.
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Hey, uh, actually, I'm s'posed to talk to you, maybe, 'bout some zombie shit or somethin'.
M'name's Ellis, by the way.
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For all she knows, he might want to kill her.]
Ellis. Do you want to speak in person?
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[He does know these things are public, after all.]
Y'all wanna meet somewhere, or somethin'?
[Lady's choice!]
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Hmm.]
On the third floor of the barracks there's a dining hall.
I'll meet you there.
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[And Ellis takes his bat with him, because one should never be without a weapon, but he doesn't have it at the ready. He's one floor below the third, so it's just a quick run up.
And there, he waits for Kloe, still disheveled, still bruised, still covered in various bodily fluids. He's washed up his face and arms a little, but his clothes need a real deep-clean.]
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She'll just be lingering close to the doorway.]
You look like shit.
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Yeah, well, 'pocalypse does that to a man. You're miss Kloe, ain'tcha?
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[He tips his hat a little and grins.]
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[Kloe takes a seat, the closest one to the doorway, and stares at Ellis.]
So. Talk.
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[Ellis dusts his hands off, though there's no dust on them, and then... he starts.]
There's zombies all over my country. Maybe all over the whole damn world, I dunno, I ain't never been to China or Africa or nothin'. And them's disease-kinda-zombies, too, not like-- radiation zombies y'all see in movies, or Frankensteiny shit, just the sick kind.
And I'm like, cool, getta kill me some zombies, yeah. Only, I never got sick or nothin', or even bit, but I dunno. Them dudes in the hazmat suits got sick, an' the docs and the nurses, and the riot police dudes, them too. But me and Rochelle, Nick and Coach, we're all right peachy.
And I got here, and I heard y'all was responsible for some kinda zombie invasion thing in this here castle, so I figured I oughta talk t'you.
[Shrug.]
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[That's a lot of information. Some of it is basic. People getting sick. And dying. And zombies world wide.
But that large amount of people not getting infected? That's just plain weird.]
Are you all carriers?
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[And Kloe feels a twinge of fear. If he was a carrier and wasn't exactly aware of it, he could infect the Keep. And that is bad. Very bad. The possibility of a repeat of her mistake is the most terrifying thing that could possibly happen.
But she, outwardly, keeps her cool. Can't go and start freaking him out.]
How many people have you been in close physical proximity to since you've arrived?
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[Ellis scratches the back of his neck.]
I kinda whacked him upside the head with m'bat here. Didn't seem to hurt him none, though, which's good cause I don' wanna kill nobody.
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Right, well, try not to attack anyone else. You could get punished for that. Most of the people here won't attack you without a reason, and there aren't zombies.
[She still keeps weapons on her person all the time, though, anyway. Because glowy blue freaks.]
To be cautious, the best thing we can do is send you to Sycora and see what she thinks. She didn't cure me, but she created a medication that prevents me from infecting anyone else.
[According to Sycora it works, and she's starting to believe it. Kloe has slowly, very slowly, become more lax with her precautions. And no one has died. Yet.]
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Oh, huh. Don't hurt, does it? The meds, I mean? Cause most'a the meds I been usin' have been, like, pill bottles fulla I don't know what and needles fulla 'bout the same. Does weird shit sometimes.
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No pills. This is it.
[Point.]
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Like them patches people used instead'a cigarettes? That ain't so bad, I could do that, I mean, if I need to, I guess.
[He's not opposed, just... confused. And really hoping he doesn't even need the patch.]
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[Cigarette patches whaaat]
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[He rubs his chin thoughtfully, and then one corner of his mouth lifts in a sort of hopeful, lopsided smile.]
So I gotta go see a Miss Sycora, get myself one'a these little thingers here, and then I'll be ay-okay?
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[He doesn't want to be in isolation for a week! But...]
Actually, that brings me 'round to a good question, one I been thinkin' about for a li'l while now. Where y'all from? Maybe we got the same thing.
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