Ned (baker_of_pies) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-10-12 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), !plot (25), chloe sullivan, ~ned |
Who: Ned, the 'six-legged' cow and OPEN!
Where: Somewhere between the entrance to the main lot and the back lot.
When: Saturday during all the commotion.
What: Ned is a bit freaked out by the whole angry mob and bumps into someone on his retreat back to the cookhouse.
Warnings: None.
Status: Ongoing.
Ever since finding out he could wake the dead with a touch and the trauma associated with that finding out, the piemaker had cultivated what he felt was a perfectly healthy fear of being exposed. In Ned's mind being exposed led to one of two scenarios. Or both. One involved being tested on by scientists, the other, angry mobs. Ned had left the cookhouse in order to answer the call of nature, but on his way back had found himself swept up, quite comically as he'd danced around not trying to touch anyone, in a crowd. For the first time since arriving here, curiosity had gotten the better of Ned and after successfully extricating himself from the line of people, he'd followed it. This was a decision he came to regret, however, as the reason for the crowd presented itself in the form of an angry mob. Fear, panic and stomach acid all rose inside of the piemaker. This was a nightmare scenario. Something he'd feared his entire life. Even the comically included pitchforks. Although he found it was the rifles that were more menacing. There was no keeping the fear, or panic, from his face. He felt paralysed, although he'd managed to back away a few steps. It wasn't until the rest of the crowd dispersed to start packing up the carnival that Ned regained the ability to move properly though, and he retreated. Upon reflection, Ned wasn't sure how he'd come to be holding the halter of the infamous six-legged cow. Someone must have passed it to him and he must have just continued on, leading himself and the animal towards the back lot. It seemed this made him unpopular with the townsfolk who had filtered in to make sure the carnival did as it was told and packed up and left, though. He found himself the object of hate-filled glances. This mob may not have come for him, but it was doing its job of feeding his fear and making him feel as if it had. In an attempt to hide from the glances, Ned had taken to closing his eyes or keeping them focused on the ground. This was not how he usually operated, however, as he liked to be aware of who - or what - was around him so he could avoid precisely what happened next - bumping into them. Whether due to his fear of the current situation or his general fear of touching people, which had been heightened here due to his knowledge that there were undead people walking around, Ned jumped back a significant distance, this time bumping into the cow. He was normally more lithe when avoiding people, but the whole angry mob thing had been very off-putting. "Sorry," he managed to get out, his expression somewhat fearful. |