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Tweak says, "let me see yo grillz!"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-02 06:50:00

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!shelved, andy gallagher, connor temple, day 21, location: gym, npc

Who: Luna Zombie & OTA
Where: Near the Gym
When: 1pm, Day 21
Status: Incomplete

Here she came, what used to be left of Luna Lovegood in all her decomposing glory. Her body had shifted, struggling to walk as most of the muscles in her legs were gone as did her stomach and part of her face. Her body had been badly burned, there was barely anything left of her to even look at.

All she could partly think about was eating, gaining blood and muscle she had lost by eating some brains herself.

A gentle sniff of a collapsed nose allowed her to smell, briefly a human around her.

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brain_ninja
2009-09-05 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Andy ignored the unfamiliar man and stared at the back of Luna's head, willing her to turn around. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe it was just burns; he could deal with burns. Even blood...he could go that, that wasn't a really big deal, right? But when he'd started talking to her and she turned, Andy's stomach knotted and he swallowed back the urge to gag. He could hear Connor telling him what he already knew, but it didn't make him any less inclined to try.

He and Luna had shared a bond much like the one he now shared with Elliot, only he felt it was almost more intimate with Luna for lack of sex. They were close based on the fact that they liked being around one another and nothing more. They'd woken up together in the woods on their first day; she'd taken care of him when he'd been in pain from the leg wound. They'd laughed and played stupid little games with their matches and Tic-Tacs together when no one was looking. He missed her.

And Connor was right that all that was left was the body. It was in horrible shape and she looked more like a nightmare than the dreamy thing she'd once been - so bright and cheerful, now reduced to charred skin, a dangling eyeball and a rancid stench. But Andy couldn't move any further than Connor had yanked him, because he couldn't stop staring at her.

"Get off me," he muttered, wrenching his arm back away from Connor. The tone in his voice was neutral rather than nasty, but the movement said enough. He didn't want to go.

Then, his attention turned to Luna again, although his eyes never left her, however difficult she was, now, to look at. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, looking her in the eye - the one she had left in tact while consciously ignoring the other. It was more for himself than it was for the reanimated corpse of what had once been his friend. What was worst was that it was his fault she was like this.

Luna was dead because Andy had failed to do his job. He'd promised her he'd protect her and the moment she went off alone, he'd taken it too personally to man up, look for her, and keep taking care of her. Instead, he'd let her go. Andy had been too stubborn and too proud in the wake of Dean's flirtations with Luna to try again to explain himself to her so that she would understand and come home. So, now here she was, dead, walking, stinking, and rotting...and hungry, from the looks of it.

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changethefuture
2009-09-05 10:10 pm UTC (link)

As Chris got his gag reflex under control he turned his head back to see the zombie heading toward the other two. Despite the seriousness of the situation he couldn't keep from rolling his eyes and groaning in mild frustration. Why did no one ever listen? Once he'd thought it was just the Charmed Ones that didn't like to listen; lord knew Leo had just as much trouble with them as Chris had in the short time he'd been around and acting as their whitelighter. Now he was starting to think maybe it was just the way things were destined to go for him.

Regardless, he wasn't letting anything happen to either of these innocents. Not when he could help it.

He took a few steps toward the zombie, but it wasn't so he could offer himself as a distraction this time. It was to make it easier for him to use his magic abilities. While it was writ that whitelighters were never to kill, did it count if the creature was already dead? Chris didn't think it did, not that it mattered much when it was a rule he had previously broken.

Green eyes focused on the back of her head, narrowing with the intensity of his gaze, and he reached out slightly with one hand, fingers slowly curling as if he were grabbing at the air. He was in actuality putting his telekinesis to work. In the past he focused on the heart, as that was what normally gave life, but in the movies everyone always went for the head with zombies so he was trying that tactic as well. In his mind's eye he envisioned the brain, visualizing and willing his telekinetic power to wrap around the vital organ and apply pressure in the same manner as he was curling his fingers into a fist. The power Chris was exerting was making his breath shorten up, his own heart racing, but he didn't let up focus. He wouldn't let up until he saw the zombie fall, and if he needed to crush the heart as well he would, assuming he had the magical strength left to do so.

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