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Uriah Pedrad (twelveandahalf) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-09-06 18:47:00

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Who: Uriah Pedrad and open to one of Briege's characters.
What: Just another arrival.
Where: The Graveyard.
When: Saturday morning, before Tris.
Rating/Status: TBD | Ongoing.

Home. His home as he'd known it, had been shattered into a million different pieces, as what happened to illusions who stood before the truth. He didn't know of the pop culture reference back then, but Big Brother had always been watching, watching them each of them grow up, and die. And in a vain turn of events, Uriah wished that it - whatever it was at this rate, would stop dragging him and his family back to the same place - the Chasm, where he wasn't likely to put to rest anymore. Home as he knew it, was a world away, but this reality was a bad dream that had left him reeling in shock and disbelief. And thirsty, always that thirs that refused to be quenched. His hand went to his flask long before he realized that it was empty Breakfast had come and gone and he'd gone out to wander the halls, passing unfamiliar faces without a thought, and turning around only when guards barred his way.

Circles. He was going in circles, not unlike a rat caught in a trap with no way out. Maybe he should stop. Just stop, and look. And miraculously enough, his feet did as he wanted, and he was able to gather his thoughts for long enough to register what was in front of him. There was that thing, and then there was a familiar face. He raised his hand and smiled at Tris. His smiles weren't fooling anyone and he knew it, but his efforts had to count for something. He liked to think he'd take the same bullshit from everyone he knew. Maybe.

But so much for effort. In just seconds, all his efforts dropped away, like it hadn't even mattered. He was falling, still falling- or had he hit the ground after all? Awake, he knew he had to try and stay awake, but the world dimmed around him. Okay. Maybe that was okay after all.

And then suddenly, he was wide awake, his ears were ringing, and he was covered in dust. There were holes in his clothes, holes in his flask - and he took a moment, watching the last drops of his alcohol drip to the ground. A pity. But it wasn't the last thing wrong with this particular picture. An old graveyard. The Dauntless cremated their dead. "What now?" he called out to no one in particular, barely able to hear his own voice through the ringing in his ears. "What is it now?"

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onetothestate
2014-09-06 07:48 pm UTC (link)

She didn't know why she was there. The bloody graveyard where all this had started, where they'd all appeared, where a fight against Lucifer had nearly destroyed this world according to Cos and Alison. Being where she'd been had taken its toll, that world of vampires and slayers where frankly people spent too much time in graveyards. Sarah had been told by so many people that it was okay, that she wasn't responsible for her actions there. And she knew she wasn't. But god she hated the memory of it. Of the power she'd had forced on her, the darkness of it. And the First looking like her, well, like Beth, like Katja. She felt powerless against the seal. It was nothing she could fight. Nothing she could hurt.

And with a crash, she knew without fail that it had pulled someone else in to its games. Poor bastard. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair but thats how this place worked.

"Sorry mate" she said simply stepping closer and hoping against hope he wasn't mental or something. "I don't even know how to begin to explain this but you sort of...moved worlds I suppose. My names Sarah and I can get you somewhere safe till people better at this explaination help you out."

She held out her hand to help the guy up. He looked like he'd already had a pretty shite day all round and she was pretty sure it had gotten worse.

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twelveandahalf
2014-09-06 08:09 pm UTC (link)

"What?" Having only understand half of it, because of the ringing in his ears, instead of the hopefully dulcet tones of someone who looked like she belonged in Dauntless. But the hand said it all, didn't it? This was help. Or so he hoped. "My ears are ringing," he told her, his voice louder than usual. And his flask, his poor, beaten up flask was still in his hands when she'd offered him her hand, and he stared at it for a moment, before realizing that he had pockets. A little torn up, but it would hold an equally torn up flask.

And then he finally pulled himself up and nodded at her. "I'm Uriah." And then, because he had a nagging feeling in his stomach, he shook his head, sending plaster dust flying out of his hair. "What year is it?" He'd never seen anything so old as the graves in this cemetery and if he had to subtracts those dates with the year he'd come from, he was a long, long way from home.

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onetothestate
2014-09-06 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Sarah didn't look like she belonged much of anywhere other than the seventies. The band t shirt, the short skirt, leggings and doc boots probably would have lead most people to wonder about the year. The guy stood up though and seemed to hae come through hell even before this place so she wasn't sure how he'd take any of this.

"2014." she told him simply, "And you're in Kansas, for what thats worth." This whole thing was a bloody mess of complicated at the best of times but it boiled down to a few simple facts. "There's this seal thing, like a lock on a door seal but it has enough sentience to be a dick. Fairly frequantly, takes us here, messes with us, things attack us, we fight them. Its like its very own sick little game. On the other hand, sometimes people come here from fairly crap lives, or y'know, from being dead. So maybe for them its better."

There was that about it too she supposed. Enough to balance the bad side, she didn't know, but it was something.

"Look Uriah. You're here now, for however long the thing decides you're useful probably. So how about you let me bring you somewhere safe. There's apartments for us, for when we get here first. You don't pay. Which sounds proper culty but I swear, is just people who went through this bollocks years ago helping out."

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