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↻ ＨＯＭＵＲＡＡＫＥＭＩ｡ (clockchime) wrote in thedeadland,
@ 2011-10-24 09:29:00

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+ in person, day, gamzee makara, homura akemi, lightning (claire farron)

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The creatures at first are quiet as they come into the city. But as more and more of them flood the streets the louder and louder they get. And Homura is sleeping-- the door locked and barred, the windows closed-- inside the back room of a store across from the hospital. She quickly notices two things as she wakes up: the sound of the monsters and the fact that her surroundings have changed. Her first thought is that she walked to another store in her sleep, and her second thought is what on earth is that noise?

Homura approaches the window and peers outside. The moment she does that a lot of them seem to see the motion behind the curtains and so they start to approach. She's instantly awake and transformed; they come closer and closer and then one is trying to smash through the window. Homura backs up and pushes aside the dresser she'd put in front of the door. She moves away with the door shutting behind her just as there is the sound of shattering glass.

And out the front she goes. She has no rifle, the kind of gun she feels most comfortable with-- she's a small girl and the recoil is easier to handle-- but she has a handgun. A handgun and a limited amount of ammunition. Rushing through the changed store she presses her back against the wall and readies her weapon, firing carefully as the monster breaks down the store's door.

[ ooc: starter in prose, feel free to switch to action! ]

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-24 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Gamzee's somehow managed to fall asleep in the main area of the store, there being enough sopor already in his system for the nightmares not to grasp him. He shouldn't even be sleeping, really, his body saying it'd be better to continue with his usual schedule of sleeping during the day and waking at night. But from the shock and the faint worry, he'd grown rather tired, and thus fallen asleep on the floor. Which wasn't too comfortable, but it'd happened anyways.

Now, however, he's woken up to the sound of gunshots. Not the sound of monsters, but the gunshots. The sound pounds on his ears and he has absolutely no idea what the sound actually is, but it isn't pleasant. Feeling there's some kind of disturbance, he gets up and wanders towards the sound, vaguely noticing the store's change.

Upon seeing Homura, he gives a start and stares rather blankly at her weapon. It looks blocky and uncomfortable to handle, but he doesn't voice that. Instead, he turns his attention to the banging coming from the back room.

"What the motherfuck is that, chica?" And he starts walking towards her. Hope his apperance doesn't scare you, Homura!

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clockchime
2011-10-24 04:58 pm UTC (link)

She fires once more, and the monster collapses. Her aim is good, and so she was able to hit it in the head. There's not much more time before another monster might come barging in, but for now she turns towards Gamzee.

Not only does he tower over her he's also gray-skinned and obviously wearing makeup. The horns add at least an additional foot to his height-- he is odd to say the least. But she isn't in a situation where she can ponder the oddness of this person. She simply does not have the time.

"Animals," she says quietly, gesturing to the corpse with her gun. Her eyes flick to the glass walls behind them. It's covered by curtains thankfully. ... this place is probably their worst bet. "I'm going. Come if you like. You'll die if you remain so nonchalant."

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-24 05:13 pm UTC (link)

He stares down at the dead monster, brows quirking. Huh. Then his gaze travels again to her gun, and he gives a lopsided smile. "And what the motherfuck is that thing you're using there?" Not waiting for an answer, he turns to the monster again, a thoughtful look on his face. It vaguely reminds him of the ogres. "Sure chica, I'll come with you. I guess I haveta fight em? They don't seem too friendly. They didn't even motherfucking knock." Calmly. Quite calmly said.

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clockchime
2011-10-24 05:25 pm UTC (link)

"It's a handgun. There are a lot of these," she says quietly, approaching the door. "So don't waste your energy fighting unless you have to."

She too is calm but it is of a different sort than Gamzee's; it is the calm of necessity, the calm of someone who has faced much worse. She slowly slinks out of the door and dashes down the street. There are houses just down Mercy. A house will have food, a house will be easier to secure.

Homura isn't sure if the best thing to do is to clamp down and hold still. But it has to be better than constantly moving, the only other alternative.

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-24 07:45 pm UTC (link)

"Handgun, huh..." He's left pondering her words and it takes him a second to realize she's already on the move. So he follows, keeping his pace steady so as to stay right by her side. He has no clue why he's following her, really, since he has no idea who she is, but she seems perfectly nice. Once they're outside, he speaks in a whisper, smart enough to do at least that. "Hey, sis. Shouldn't we go hide away from those motherfuckers up in one of those hives?" He means to say house, but he doesn't like the way the word sits on his tongue. He looks at her, really looks at her, and he can't help but think she's tiny. She's also human, but humans have turned out to be nice enough. Then he decides to ask another question. "How the hell do handguns work?" Lazily. He really seems quite casual about all this, but she does too, doesn't she?

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clockchime
2011-10-25 04:51 am UTC (link)

While she appears casual, she is not; she takes this threat quite seriously. Running as fast as she can gets the attention of monsters but also keeps her a slight step ahead of them before they realize someone's out and about. Quickly, quickly... she doesn't pay any attention to what Gamzee is saying, just pays attention to keeping the air through her lungs and her heels hammering against the ground.

She doesn't look back. She can't afford that split second; she can hear the monsters behind them. So when she kicks open the door, her limbs strengthened with magic, she's expecting exactly what happens. After Gamzee runs inside she slams the door shut and immediately hears and feels the thud of several of them hitting the door. Pushing against it with magic, there's a slight purple glow about the door as she quickly moves a heavy cabinet against it.

Only then does Homura pause to catch her breath.

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-26 01:58 pm UTC (link)

He doesn't mind that he gets no answer, running along with her at a frantic pace. He briefly wonders what would happen were he to try fighting them off, but that thought fades away as quickly as it'd come. Once inside the house, he glances around, head throbbing. It'd started soft at first, gradually growing, but the more he ran, the more he felt adrenaline running through him, the more he felt it coming on. It cuts a sharp, clear line in his mind, and it's enough for him to think at least a little more sensibly than normal. Figuring Homura has the right idea with blocking the door, he wanders through the kitchen to the door there. Looking around, he grabs one of the dining chairs and rams it under the knob. For added measure, he pulls the dining table up and against the door as well, for all the good it'd do. At least if they broke it down they'd have to scramble over that to get inside. Smiling and feeling rather proud, he walks back into the living room where Homura is and plops down on the couch.

"Motherfuck... ya know, you still haven't told me your name, chica. I'm Gamzee."

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clockchime
2011-10-26 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Homura Akemi," she says, and in a bow's stead she nods. Looking at the doors, she decides: this should hold the door closed for a while. But already it's rattling.

She steps through the kitchen, transforming back into her school uniform and quickly gathering up as much food from the cabinets as she can. Bundling it up in a teatowel, she also grabs a can opener. Then she nudges open the basement door and starts down the steps. "Come on," she says. "Down this way."

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-26 03:40 pm UTC (link)

He follows her at a leisurely pace, only blinking when she transforms. His eyes follow her, but his mind is somewhere else, considering whipping out his clubs for good measure... nah. Not yet.

Gamzee hesitates, wondering why there's steps leading into the ground. He follows her anyways, closing the basement door behind him. This leaves them in the dark, but his eyes adapt quickly enough, and he doesn't even blink. That doesn't keep him from stumbling on the last step, though. Why are they so steep?!

"Hey, sis." He's moved closer, leaning down so as to speak right into her ear. He has no concept of personal space. "Don't you think those motherfuckers'll find us eventually, even if we're down here? We've got our hide on, but maybe they can smell us. What exactly are they, anyways?" Wonders out loud.

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clockchime
2011-10-26 04:00 pm UTC (link)

She steps back and far away from him, illuminating the darkness with her soul gem. It troubles her to use her magic in front of someone-- he wasn't meant to see her transform-- but he is obviously not human. And this situation calls for use of her magic. She places the food down and goes up the stairs again.

"We're going to block the door and barricade ourselves down here until this passes. If they come by we'll fight. And I don't know what they are. ... I'm going to get some flashlights and batteries, I'll be back."

And off she goes! After around five minutes she returns. She could just use her soul gem but she would prefer not to waste her magic in a place where grief seeds may be difficult to come by. She sets up a flashlight on a table pointing upwards; this way, it's nearly like a lamp.

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honkhonkwoof
2011-10-26 04:12 pm UTC (link)

"Sounds alright, sis." He waits for her quite patiently, looking around the dark basement with a mild sort of amusement. It's pretty bleak in here, but that's fine. Everything is pretty damn fine with him at the moment. Better than being out and around the weird-ass animal monster things.

When she returns he offers a sharp-toothed smile, and once she sets down the flashlight he immediately looks at it. Deciding looking isn't enough, he picks it up and waves it around, settling with it under his chin, making his already odd features even more warped. Okay, that's enough. He sets it down again, bored. Now he settles on just staring at Homura. He still hasn't commented on her magic, not that he's even seen too much of it. He's pretty sure it's just miraculous, and he'd like to leave it at that.

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	clockchime 2011-10-27 03:55 pm UTC (link)
	She isn't amused or annoyed by him playing around-- it just is. And so she's up the stairs one last time, pulling a nearby dresser in front of the door with magic. The door opens out. Homura also locks the door and latches it shut; with that done, she goes to sit by the flashlight. She is silent, pulling out her radio and playing with the dial. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

I'm not sorry

honkhonkwoof
2011-10-27 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Gamzee stays silent a little while, which by his standards is pretty weird. He's just busy thinking, and for once not voicing his thoughts. Then he stumbles upon the memory that he has some slime pie in his sylladex, and wonders if he should take it out and have a bite. But then again, he doesn't want to be even more drugged up for when the monsters get through. He should stay ready and be as clear headed as possible.

At least, that's what someone reasonable would think, and he flips through his sylladex until he finds it. He takes it out and happily digs in. No forks or spoons, just digs in. Wait, he probably shouldn't have all of it. So just one more bite. Oh, he's also being impolite, isn't he??

"... hey, Homura dawg, want some?"

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	oh my god clockchime 2011-10-27 07:19 pm UTC (link)
	Homura has no idea where he got that, and is also unsure of what it is actually made of. So she stares for a moment, trying not to turn her nose up at the weird pie. "I'm not hungry," she says quietly. "But thank you. Your offer is very much appreciated." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lmao late but

honkhonkwoof
2011-10-31 06:12 pm UTC (link)

"You sure, chica? Awright." He hides the pie away again, deciding that he's had enough, and he has no idea when he's next going to get more. But shit, he isn't exactly ready to fight now, if he was before. Damn.

He looks down at the floor, and finds the concrete extremely interesting, so he sits down cross-legged and hums something while tracing a pattern across the ground.

Good thing you didn't accept it, Homura.

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