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Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (cheatingdeath) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-20 23:10:00

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!active, connor temple, day 24, kimberly corman, location: clock tower

Day Twenty-Four, Morning
Who: Kimberly Corman and Connor Temple
What: Trying to find a payphone or, at the very least, civilization void of dangerous people
Where: The clock tower
When: Day 24, 8:30am
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Kimberly had at least managed to escape the woods unscathed and without the intimidatingly-sized man, King, or the angry woman whose name she had failed to learn. There had to be a payphone somewhere. She'd call Thomas, or her dad, and someone would come pick her up and take her home. When she got there, she'd make her next move - the Stonybrook Institute. It was safer there. The padded room would be boring, but she'd be alive...and safe.

She'd come upon a building, however ramshackle it was and as much as the very idea of going inside made her nervous - bad idea, Kimberly, roof could cave in; could cut yourself on broken glass; break your neck trying to climb the stairs to find a phone... she thought to herself - but she moved carefully and slowly toward the door and into the main room. It was empty and looked uninhabited. There didn't seem to be anywhere a phone would be hooked up, even. "Hello?" she called out tentatively. Maybe if there was someone there, they'd know where she could go to find a phone.

Padding around the room in the socks from King's box, with her eyes on the floor to watch for any rusty nails, Kimberly shifted her own box underneath her arm and squinted in the darkness. King had said there were matches in the box and she could use light, she thought, but he'd also said the matches were wet, which was useless. Besides, Kimberly was terrified to light any of them, anyway. Fire hazard was bad enough, but with Kimberly's luck? She didn't really want to take the chance. "Anyone here?" she tried, pausing in her movement so that she could look up toward the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, Kimberly set her box on the floor and toed it open. She bent down and very carefully extracted the book inside and flipped through it. There seemed to be writing from all different hands. "Huh..." she thought aloud, picking up the pen gingerly and writing a small note. "Like anyone will see this," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes and dropping both the book and the pen gently back into the box and toeing it shut again. She'd look at the other stuff later.

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leconnortemple
2009-09-26 05:10 am UTC (link)

Connor exhaled slowly, releasing a pent-up breath through his lips. What he was telling her was less than good news. Would she escape that list being in this place? Maybe. Maybe she'd be one of the few that got a reprieve by being snatched into the glass box. Instead of making her life worse, it would get better. Maybe. "I know you don't believe me," he said quietly, "and I can't say I blame you for that. There's nothing ordinary about all of this. Nothing that can be taken at face value."

Biting his lip, he shrugged. Time to appeal to the part of her that believed in visions, and Death's pre-determined list. "If you can grasp the concept of Death having an actual being, you should be able to accept gaps in time and space travel and the like. Kimberly, I think you may have gotten lucky ending up here. I don't know for certain, but these people, the ones running this place?" He chuckled slightly, though it was almost an angry sound. "They have a way of stopping time, it seems. Of making things turn out how they want."

He started pacing, then, his technical mind working in overtime. The scientist was theorizing, and it was a dangerous thing. "I've a theory that, since you're outside of your own time, Death, your version at least, can't find you here." And now she may as well try and Baker Act him, because she had to think he was certifiable for that statement. He'd just take the padded room next to hers, thanks.

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cheatingdeath
2009-09-27 12:02 am UTC (link)

"I'm the last person with room to call someone crazy," Kimberly replied dully, frowning. "And I know about not taking things at face value," she added. Now, anyway. The visions, with the exception of the first one of the pile up, were never taken at face value. Or rather, when they were, she'd been wrong. Pigeons hadn't killed Tim, the glass had although the pigeons had been at fault. A man with hooks hadn't killed Nora, the elevator had. Doctor Kalarjin hadn't tried to choke her to death, she'd been trying to resuscitate her. "So even though this sounds kind of insane, I...'ve seen crazier."

Kimberly shook her head. "No. You misunderstand. Death is not an actual being, per se. It's just there. It's all around us all the time. There's no Grim Reaper, It's just a non-entity. I...shit, sorry, I know what I mean but I don't know how to explain it, really." Clear would know, she thought but didn't say. "But gaps in time and space? I don't...uh, understand what, really, you mean," she admited. "How can anyone stop time?"

She watched silently with arched eyebrows as Connor began to pace. "Death can always find you when It wants you," she sighed, looking down. "It'd be nice if your theory was right, but even if it was...that doesn't help my friend. He's my responsibility...it's my job to keep him alive."

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