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vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-31 13:46:00

Current music:	Disturbed- "The Curse"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 21, gregory house, lexie grey, location: post office, npc, nymphadora tonks

Devastation, Obliteration, Are All In a Part of Exacerbation
Who: Dr. Gregory House and OTA
What: Shambling, undead horror
Where: The proximity of the post office
When: 11:00 A.M.
Rating: PG-13 to start, for vivid descriptions of moderate decomposition. :D Yaaay!

The darkness was so complete that, from a distance, one couldn't possibly have told Gregory House from any other resident of Vas Captio. His odd shuffle might have been at first mistaken for the signature limp he'd sported in life, but in truth, no matter how drunk off his ass or high as a kite he'd been, he'd never staggered quite like this before. Even when he tripped or bumped into something, he managed to keep shambling steadily forward, groaning occasionally and reaching forward with grasping, waxy fingers.

Greg House was dead. His death was not due to incompetence or a desire to end his life, but rather a flippant carelessness that had finally caught up to him. A drug overdose had stopped his heart, and now, his only purpose was to turn the hippocratic oath on its head. Do harm. Take lives and thrill in the way warm brains heated his frigid, stagnant innards. It was the only pleasure that would reach him in undeath. It was all he wanted, and all that would do, and even in death, House craved instant gratification.

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polymorphic
2009-09-01 02:31 am UTC (link)

The resident witch (of the modern and female variety) was making her way through the darkness, wishing that her hair was capable of literally glowing. It would be infinitely helpful in this situation, really. But instead, she was carrying a small ball of light. It was quite small, the Lumos spell. Like a candle lighting up the darkness. She had been making her way toward the chemist's in hopes to find some mason jars, or any sort of jar, to hold the little things. It'd take a while, and it wasn't much, but it would help. She planned to put a few in key places before heading off with Rose and Selene down through the tunnels.

So, with that, Tonks was singing quietly to herself. "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Never let it fade away.." Quiet words were hummed just to cut through the silence that seemed to come with the darkness. It was weird. Freaky.

The light also helped her see just a bit ahead of her. Two figures, though she couldn't tell much of who they were. "Oi!" Called out cheerfully, because company was always welcome.

Except for the undead sort.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-04 05:44 am UTC (link)

House did not respond to his name when Lexie called it softly, nor did he have one of his signature snarks to retort with when she teased him about his vicodin. Instead, her image, familiar to the doctor while alive, only called one sort of thing to him. Brains. Meat. Kill.

Tonks' cheerful greeting was likewise noted. The zombie that had formerly been a brilliant doctor started toward Lexie with a load groan, grasping for her coat, his cloudy blue eyes rolled back into his head.

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