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Tweak says, "What, me worry?"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-31 11:08:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 21, l lawliet, location: carnival, npc

Who: Zombie Dean and OTA
What: Brains
Where: Around the Carnival
When: Noon, Day 21
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

Irony loved the Winchester boys. It loved them in the not good, rabid fangirl sort of way. And decided to rear its head and fangirl over poor Dean Winchester. Come on. He spent his lifetime hunting the things that went bump in the night, and now here he was. A thing that went bump in the night.

Alanis Morrisette should have put that in her damn song.

If he were still alive, Dean might have rolled his eyes at the reference. Alanis. Give him the good stuff. Metallica probably had a song about this. But the awkward angle of his neck and bruising around the graying skin gave away the fact that he was feeling not so fresh.

He moved quicker than some of his undead breathren. There was still a stiltedness to his walk, but it wasn't the shambling shuffle. It was focused. He was focused. Because the zombie singularity made him even more focused than he had been in life. And there was one thing that it was focused on.

Brains. Lots of them.

So now Dead Dean was on the hunt. And he had always been a good hunter.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-01 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Woe to the man wholly abandoned by vigilance in his hours of grief and loneliness. Armed with only his trusty shovel, L was melancholic and not paying very much attention to where he was going. He'd heard that the dead had risen from their graves, or other place of rest, and his first and only thought was to find Laura. Even if she wasn't able to recognize him, he had the soft, glimmering hope that she would become herself again if he could just reach her. His sole thought was to sift through the walking dead until he found his partner. If he died, he died... it wasn't such a terrible thing, he realized, especially if Laura was there when it happened.

He could see a man in the distance, and his first thought was that no zombie could move that quickly. He seemed to move with terrible purpose and drive, and L gripped his shovel in response.

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demonboyking
2009-09-02 03:15 pm UTC (link)

Sam had woken early, grateful and relieved to see that Shannon was still there in his arms. There was no denying that her disappearance had worried him or that he'd been afraid that he might not see her again alive. Still, if her return had meant to get him off the path of trying to find a way out, it had failed. He was still focused on finding a way out of the glass cage, which was why he'd set out early to do some more exploring of the tunnels. Maybe it wasn't a great idea, going on his own, but it was too early for him to hunt down Rorschach or really anyone else. Besides, if he got the tunnel exploring out of the way early enough he could come back to the museum and Shannon feeling like he'd actually accomplished something for that day and still be on hand if she changed her mind about wanting to talk about what had happened to her.

He'd left the museum before dawn and didn't emerge from the tunnels until he felt the first hunger pains of the day. He'd emerged in a carnival booth and had been surprised and nonplussed to find that the sky was still pitch black. He moved out of the booth, checking his watch and finding that the time did in fact read noon.

What the Hell? With a sinking feeling in his stomach he moved out of the carnival, his torch flickering in the light drizzle. He spotted a familiar jacket a few feet away and smiled as relief flooded him. "Dean!" He called out, moving into jog towards his brother. "Where the hell have you been?" His steps faltered as he got closer, something not being quite right about the way he was moving. "Are you okay?"

He glanced around the immediate area, spotting L holding his shovel. There was definitely something not right here.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-02 03:54 pm UTC (link)

The body stopped, having to turn its whole self rather than just its head. Turning your head was a little difficult when your neck was pretty much snapped. Dead Dean turned first the way of L and his shovel. Couldn't see anything, but there was something distinct that made him look that way. He could feel the presence of someone alive. It was the smell. Or rather the non-smell of in-tact flesh, instead of rotting insides.

But it was the voice that caught the zombie's attention next. And the voice was so much closer. A noise escaped slightly twisted mouth, little more than a grunt, and it was heading toward the voice with outstretched arms in a gimme gimme manner and a walk that was hindered by rigor mortis of joints.

You were always the smarter one, baby brother. Now Dean just wanted to share your brains. That was all.

And then take L's brain too. He was greedy that way.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-03 12:04 am UTC (link)

When Sam appeared, L cringed inwardly. Suddenly, it wasn't just about him anymore. Now there was another person in the picture. Not counting the one who appeared to be Dean, but seemed stilted and disturbingly... different. Not dead like Laura, but dead dead. And hungry, and walking. He took a deep breath, watching Sam approaching Dean with something like horror.

Sam didn't seem to be armed, and he was walking right toward Dean with little to no abandon or caution. Even though every nerve, bone, and muscle was warning him against it, L started toward them both. "That's not Dean!"

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demonboyking
2009-09-03 05:30 am UTC (link)

There was something not right about the figure in front of him, but for all of Sam's training his mind refused to acknowledge it in relation to Dean. Dean moved towards him, his arms outstretched in a weird gesture that made Sam instantly panic with worry. Was he hurt? How bad was it? "Dean?" Sam asked, his voice commanding, questioning. Tell me what's wrong, it said. It was only when Sam got close enough for the outer edge of his torchlight to deepen the shadows that Sam saw the wrong angle of the neck and his heart skipped a beat.

He came to the same conclusion L had at the same exact moment that L voiced it. Sam scrambled back, unable to take his eyes off the thing that was supposed to be his brother. His breath hitching at the sight of the broken neck and the bruising there. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

He heard footsteps approaching and he glanced in L's direction. It was a rookie mistake and he should've known better. His feet got tripped up on a rock by the roadside and Sam went down hard, dropping the torch and getting the wind knocked out of him. How long had he'd been hunting and he'd just made the mistake that all the idiots in horror movies did.

"Shit!" He breathed as he struggled to catch his breath and scramble to his feet. He stood up just in time to get his bearings and realize that the fall had all but eliminated his advantage of working limbs.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-07 01:43 am UTC (link)

The torchlight probably hit upon the beginnings of decomposition. It had only be a few days, three or four tops, but the signs were there. Dead Dean was dead, and there was nothing of him left.

L's voice only further stimulated the drive for brains. The zombie walked stiltedly closer to Sam, closing in on him even faster thanks to the rookie mistake that he made. It made a swipe out toward Sam, clawing to grab him.

A sound escaped from his mouth, but it was nothing understandable. Nothing alive.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-13 05:06 pm UTC (link)

L's time with Laura had taught him, instinctively, how a dead body compared to a living body appeared. Dead Dean was indeed dead, and it was more than apparent to the young detective. He cringed when Sam went down, trying to help him get back up, and noticing that something seemed to be wrong with his coordination.

He cursed quietly, shaking his head and biting his lip as he saw the zombie wearing Dean's face approach. "Sam? Sam, what's wrong?" he asked, more annoyed than worried, certainly, but still trying to get the man out of harm's way. "If you haven't noticed, we're in a bit of a fix..." he ducked out of the way when Dean swiped at Sam, trying to avoid being hit.

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demonboyking
2009-09-14 07:59 am UTC (link)

By the time Sam had gotten to his feet L was halfway through stating the obvious. Sam barely moved out of the way as Dean swiped out to grab him, trying also to sidestep L who had been there helping him up.

He moved back, reaching down and picking up the torch. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was something at least. He couldn't take his eyes off the zombie version of his brother, staring at him in horror as he moved closer. "It's Dean," he said, his voice low. He shook his head and swallowed down the bile that was rising in his throat. Everything about his brother screamed the fact that he was dead but Sam couldn't stop himself from calling out his brother's name anyway. "Dean, stop."

He looked over at L and realized he had his shovel, the words from management's earlier note echoing in his head. "Oh, God," he said, feeling his stomach lurch as he realized the only way he'd be able to stop this version of his brother.

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inmyownworld
2009-11-22 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Setting his jaw, L shook Sam roughly by the arm. "It's not Dean," he said firmly, authoritatively, moving away from the zombie at a brisk walk and dragging Sam with him. "We're only staying here if you're prepared to set your brother's corpse on fire or watch me decapitate it with my shovel, neither of which I think you want to resort to. We can move faster, just start picking up your feet."

L wasn't being intentionally insensitive, but this was one of those times. Survival was overwhelming emotion and living longer was the priority.

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