Ash Williams (Ash vs Evil Dead) (chainsawhand) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-10-31 23:01:00 |
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It was cold. Dolores knew that was her fault, although nobody had come right out and said so yet. Between the rats, the flooding, the lack of food that morning, there were a lot of other worries to preoccupy the group. Yet her mind kept going back to the maze, the voice that compelled her to go down and find something, something important. Led her to the fire she had extinguished, the small glass eyeballs that she had gathered out of it into the bucket. As if hundreds of dolls had been consumed in the flames, and that was all that was left behind. If she burned, Dolores wondered, what would be left of her? Why. It meant something. It meant nothing. It meant everything. Even though she had left the bucket with Ash, hoping he could make more sense of it, the thought of them carried with her through the night. Dolores wasn’t used to having difficulty sleeping, even the uncomfortable cot hadn’t troubled her much, although every morning was a startle not to find herself back in her bed back in Sweetwater. Everything was so much simpler up until a few days ago, and now it felt like everything was unravelling and taking her with it. Because everything had a purpose. There was an order to the days. Everyone else saw the disarray, but not Dolores, she saw the beau- She wasn’t sure what she saw now, in the images of black and white flashing on the lounge wall in front of her, standing so still and unaware of how much time had passed. Shapes and patterns that she couldn’t make sense of, that her mind refused to process. Nonsense, Ronan had told her. Surreal. Real? What was real? She stared, unblinking and unable to look away, and the eyes stared back through another loop. Ash had seen the post about the eye video. He didn’t know anything about it or why someone would want to watch that sort of thing, but he could tell Dolores wasn’t quite herself. He frowned at the responses, the more he read. He’d asked her where she was, but without waiting for a response, he started towards the lounge, which was where the boy in question had mentioned that the tape was found. Whatever cold and food problems were going on, he didn’t actually feel like worrying about right now. If he wanted to, he could just kill a rat or five and figure something out. There were more than enough of them in the house. He just had to avoid the people who gave a shit about the rats. He didn’t. Opening the door, he glanced up at the movie playing on the projector, eyebrow arching. It was definitely weird. Not something he’d watch if he had a choice.. Drawing his attention from that, he moved to look at Dolores who was standing there very still. “Dolores.” He said her name at a normal volume, not really considering the fact that she might be startled, but if she heard the door open and close without startling, he was fine. He walked closer, watching her closely. He was usually pretty good at telling when something was evil back home. None of the vibes said ‘evil Deadite trash’ to him, but he studied her face anyway. “You in there, kid?” Even as he stepped close, spoke her name, Dolores gave no sign of noticing Ash’s presence, so transfixed on the projection as it changed to a scene of fluttering birds. But even the familiarity of the subject brought her unease before being dotted away by circles. “I do not understand,” Dolores whispered to the waves of dark and light, struggling to translate the abstraction into recognizable objects. “These images-“ a pause, and her hand trembled as she grabbed for Ash’s forearm, trying to confirm he was really there, unlike the row of faces that were moving across the wall, but “It’s not real,” she insisted, eyes turning to Ash to confirm with him. Her grip tightened, lower lip trembling. “It’s not real,” she repeated, begging for his agreement. Ash glanced up at the wall. “It’s just a movie. Nothing more than that.” He wasn’t really a ‘soft’ kind of guy. Not exactly. But that was all the shit he’d been through. He didn’t like to get close to people because somehow he always ended up having to kill them. It was kind of his life. Absolute bullshit if he was being honest. Couldn’t get close to a woman without her ending up as a deadite trying to kill him. He sighed softly, reaching over with the hand that wasn’t robotic and placing it over hers. “Don’t know why anyone filmed that or what meaning it’s supposed to have, but whatever it is isn’t…” He paused. It could have been something that happened here, something to do with all the other eye-related things. The creepy bucket of eyes and everything else in this damn place. “It’s just a movie. It’s not like you and I. We’re not movies.” He didn’t realize that they were definitely movies and TV shows for some people. “Come on. Let’s get out of this room. That shit’s definitely weird.” |