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Blake [W&G] ([info]notahistorypuff) wrote in [info]hellascenes,
@ 2013-10-13 14:24:00

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Entry tags:!50 pts (plot), !plot : all your fears, annabelle, daryl dixon

Who: Daryl Dixon and OPEN Anna
What: Hallucinations
Where: In town
When: This weekend
Warnings: Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are

He steadied his bow, waiting for the right moment. As he loosed his arrow, he anticipated the moment the arrow would meet its victim, and take the walker out. His weapon of choice, the crossbow served him well. It was not only quieter than a gun, but the ammunition was reuseable, so long as he could retrieve it.

He'd tugged bows out of countless zombies, sticky with gore, but easy enough to clean, and light enough to carry a dozen or more. He'd been a hunter, even before the walkers started to rise, and for him there was nothing quite like seeing his prey go down as a result of one of his arrows...



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[info]neverhurthim
2013-10-13 07:36 pm UTC (link)
Anna could count on one hand the number of times she'd been shot in the five hundred plus years she'd been a vampire. And she didn't like it at all. The fact that the arrow just missed her heart didn't help matters. If she hadn't turned just a little to the right, it would have been dead-on.

Hissing with pain, she reached up instinctively, yanking the arrow out of her shoulder and gritting her teeth together as she discarded it onto the ground and looked to see who had shot her.

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[info]notahistorypuff
2013-10-18 08:59 pm UTC (link)
What the fuck? Zombies weren't supposed to do that. Daryl just stared at her for a moment. He drew a breath and let it out slowly. She...wasn't a zombie. Oh shit.

Sorry didn't seem to be appropriate, because, really, what do you say when you've shot a living person? And what the fuck? She pulled the arrow out like it was nothing. "Who are you?"

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[info]neverhurthim
2013-10-20 12:36 pm UTC (link)
Seriously? He shot her and now he demanded to know who she was? Okay it hadn't exactly sounded like a demand. But it hadn't really been a polite request either. The man sounded baffled.

"You shot me. I think I should probably be the one asking the questions," she responded even as the wound in her shoulder began to heal. She looked down at it, and then over at him, sizing him up.

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[info]notahistorypuff
2013-10-20 03:27 pm UTC (link)
What are you? would have been a better question. She wasn't a walker, and definitely not human. But he shouldn't be surprised, considering the rumor was that he was currently residing in hell, with demons and vampires and whatever else stalked the night. Even rationalising it out, he was struggling to make sense of it.

"I thought you were a damn walker," Daryl replied. That much was true. "I kill walkers." He moved his bow, to illustrate that it was his weapon of choice.

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[info]neverhurthim
2013-10-20 03:33 pm UTC (link)
It probably would have been a better question, but she would have likely given the same response she already had. She watched him for a long moment.

"I don't know what a walker is," she admitted with a shrug. But she definitely wasn't surprised that he killed them, given that he'd shot her when he thought she was one of them. She glanced at the arrow on the ground, covered in her blood. She was already healed. But he seemed to be taking that in stride rather than freaking out.

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[info]notahistorypuff
2013-10-20 03:45 pm UTC (link)
"Walkers is them zombies." He didn't see any at the moment to point out to her, though his eyes scanned the area looking for them. Just a minute ago the whole town had been crawling with the undead bastards. "The walking dead, though some people call 'em biters, or some other bull shit." Where the fuck did they go? They couldn't just disappear like that.

Daryl drew his gaze back to the woman in front of him. Her shirt was torn where his arrow had snagged her. The wound was...gone, though. And that just wasn't right. Daryl felt almost dizzy, and he took a step back.

"What the fuck is going on? Who are you?" he demanded, with a little more determination than the first time he'd asked the question.

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[info]neverhurthim
2013-10-20 04:02 pm UTC (link)
Zombies. Zombies were real? She'd never seen a zombie before. Then again, they were in a different world. And she guessed that most people had that reaction to hearing about vampires and demons and witches, all of which she knew were real. "I haven't seen any zombies around here," she said honestly, glancing around. In fact, she didn't see any movement around at all.

And there it was. The inevitable start of a freak out. It occurred to her that she could just compel him to forgot the whole thing. She hoped it didn't come down to that. "I'm Anna," she answered, warily. She didn't move toward him. She had no desire to hurt him. "And yes, I'm healed already and no, I'm not going to hurt you."

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[info]notahistorypuff
2013-10-20 04:43 pm UTC (link)
"They're all over the god damn place." Or they were. He couldn't figure out where they went, how they all just disappeared. But he had other things on his mind now.

He took a stumbling sort of step back from Anna. "What are you?" He finally asked the question he ought to have asked at the beginning. Not many things, nothing in the real world where Daryl was from, could heal itself like that. Spiders and seastars could regrow limbs, but even that took a long time to happen. This was instant, and very surreal.

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[info]neverhurthim
2013-10-22 10:36 pm UTC (link)
Anna just arched an eyebrow. Whatever was going on with people around this place lately apparently involved hallucinations and he was having one. The place was dead quiet, no movement anywhere she could see. She hoped whatever it was wasn't going to end up infecting her, too.

She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. She wondered if she should just tell him she was an alien or something. It'd probably go over better than vampire. But she wasn't in the mood to lie and it wasn't like she was ashamed of what she was.

"Vampire," she said finally, not moving any closer to him.

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[info]notahistorypuff
2013-10-24 08:34 pm UTC (link)
Daryl's immediate reaction was just to nod. Vampire's weren't real. Neither were zombies, and yet...Not to mention he was stuck in some kind of hell. Whether it was real or a nightmare, he couldn't say, but it was hell, and zombies were very real, so why not vampires too?

"Okay..." He said, not quite buying into it. But she had pulled the arrow he'd shot out of her shoulder, and there was no wound there now. That definitely wasn't human.

"Vampire. Okay. Sure. Okay." Daryl nodded again. What he really wanted to do was turn and walk away. Or maybe run.

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