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[closed now!] zombie season has been extended

Who: Angeline, open!
When: Saturday, December 28th, ~5PM (sunset, or thereabouts)
Where: Locke City
What: Anthony's video post gave Angeline an Echo in which she, too, became a zombie, albeit temporarily.
Warnings: Zombieness, possible cannibalism (probs just nibbles.)

[ after anthony had pointed out her newest echo, angeline ran out of the coffee shop she'd been chilling in like hell was on her heels. she kept her head low and hooded, and her hands gloved, such that it wouldn't be terribly obvious that she was, in fact, a zombie at first glance.

she may:
- literally run into someone
- be waiting at a bus stop
- ??? i have no idea, i'm playing this by ear ]

OOC: SOME USEFUL INFO
- zombieness transmitted via zombie bite
- transformation is almost instant, but couple minutes wiggle room is fine imo
- will have craving for flesh
- can only be killed when brain is destroyed
- shamble or not, it's up to you
- zombieness is temporary and will wear off after a day, sooner if you'd like
- examples of zombies: 1, 2

- the aforementioned coffee shop can be one that a PC works at (if so, lmk!)

- please indicate somewhere in your initial comment whether you want your character to be bitten or not. feel free to shoot me a PM or plurk also!

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If you're lost, the amateur theater is two blocks — [ thump ]

[ thump

thump

???????? ]

...ah.

[ meltdown sequence initiated, t-minus 3 seconds ]

[Angeline is trailing behind Jovan.

Anthony is shambling up behind her - and he's keeping his eyes on her, rather between her and Jovan and Holly enough that he doesn't see a thing until there's a flash of movement that's not forward and a thump and he yanks himself back - with a sharp "Hngh -- !" - to a stop.

He's left looking down at the arm on the ground.

Flicks his eyes back up at Angeline with her empty hanging sleeve also staring at the hanging arm and ohh, no, he is not seeing this, any verbal "No" coming out as a shaking - ]

- Uhhh-hh --

[He hasn't even seen Harper - seen her rather but isn't noticing, not that she's there but that one of them lost an arm, one of them's had her arm knocked off, and she sees it and this can't be happening this doesn't actually happen -

The leg carrying most of his leg destabilizes to wobbling, his hands come drifting and shaking up in a subconscious thought to offer to pick it up except it can't actually be there it had better not actually be there a little voice comes floating up to confirm one of the two thoughts without any of the direction - cracks out another high-pitched, sharper " - Uh - !"

That meltdown counter is clocking down for at least two.]

[While everyone else seems to have lost their words when faced with an arm falling off. Holly doesn't even attempt at words she shrieks a little, her hands going to her mouth as she side steps away from it and stares at the appendage like it's the end of the world because-

OH GOD was she going to fall apart too? Oh god!

Meltdown number three added to that list, accompanied by a high pitched whine as she jerks her eyes up to Harper. Oh god a person, oh god!]

[It sounds like the whole party has come to a grinding halt, so Jovan stops and stumbles his way around to look behind him, where he sees yet another person (alive at least, thank god), but then he follows everyone's gaze down, down, down...to the arm on the sidewalk.

He jerks his gaze up to Angeline and her limp sleeve, and then back down to the arm.

His next words come out as a squeak.]

Oh f--shit!

[He's frozen, stuck in a feedback loop of horror.]

[ Harper spends those precious three seconds allowing her gaze to drift, disbelieving, from the arm on the ground to the zombie-zombie, the... oddly adorable zombie, and the lastly, the squeaky zombie. Four. Four zombies. That is just a few zombies short of a horde. Doubling back to Angeline, all is eerily still...

So she proceeds to let loose an earth-shattering shriek. ]

Th-th-th-that's your arm, that's your real arm, oh my god, don't touch me!

[ Clear a path, Harper Sutherland, IT IS YOUR DESTINY. YOU TOOK SELF-DEFENSE CLASSES ONCE.

She actually learned to suplex a guy but like hell is she touching that. So she does the next best thing and whips her tote purse with all her school books in it from her shoulder and goes medieval with it. ]

Get away! [ SWING ] I mean it!! [ SWING SWING SWING ]

[ to the mercy of the ears involved, angeline does not add to the wailing-squeaking-shrieking symphony. instead, she sways backwards a little, apologies to whoever might be behind her, breaths coming in sharp and quick, not unlike hiccups.

her growing panic easy to lose in the chaos of harper sutherland, though. one of her swings connects with angeline's cheek. fortunately, angeline's head does not follow the lead of her arm. she falls on her butt and stays there, still staring at her arm.

meekly, ] Don't ste- step on it.

[The one behind her remains Anthony - not close enough for a bumping and just as well as as of the that's your arm he doesn't have it in his head to dodge.

Before he can do much more than emit another very much high and boyish panicked "Hnngh...!", still hovering in place in proximity from the arm, Harper swings. The sound and blur of movement have him looking up, wide-eyed and - and the next swing of the bag catches him in the face.

His reaction's not a cry so much as a gasped "Huh - " as his head for an instant snaps back and his vision flickers black in a moment and then back in - not woozy so much as out of focus, and nods back down, and he rides what's left of the momentum in a step scraped back -

further from stepping on the arm, but further opening the space for Harper to swing.]

[She won't get any closer, you can bet that, the swinging of the purse actually requires her to take a step back as she clutches her hands to her chest.

And while right now they're thankfully not attracting too many people, they could soon, and Holly did not want to find out if she had a taste for human flesh.]

Stop- stop please! We won't hurt you.

[She hopes!]

[Jovan is still frozen with his hands slowly sliding down his temples when Harper whips out the bag and starts whipping it around. He doesn't have the time to react and finds himself being hit in the arm with it.

Now, all of a sudden, there are two (2) disembodied arms on the sidewalk.

He'd cover his mouth with his hand, if the hand weren't on the ground right now. With his other hand, Jovan grasps at the empty space where his arm normally would be.]

Oh my god. I feel sick. Do zombies get sick?

[ So, Harper hadn't exactly thought this through, given that she was under the impression she was fighting for her life against a very small and very unenthusiastic 'horde' of the undead. So when her bag connects for a third time and she hears a second thump, she falls completely still, bag still poised in the air. ]

Wh-wh — [ MORTIFIED STARING. So much that the teensy zombie's pleas fall on deaf ears. ] — oh, I didn't mean to knock a second one off! Gross!

[ At this point she's shuffled backwards and begun to emit a sort of high-pitched whine that isn't unlike air being painstakingly let out of a balloon. ]

[ seeing jovan's arm join hers on the ground, angeline makes a high-pitched noise in the back of her throat and thinks she's grabbing her still-attached arm to check if it is, indeed, still attached. that makes no sense because if it wasn't attached, then she'd have no arms with hands to do any grabbing, but sense does not have much of a foothold here.

what she's really doing is grabbing the space where her other arm had been. good going, angeline!

she reaches out to grab her arm, but 1) it's actually jovan's arm she's closing in on, and 2) it could easily be interpreted as trying to reach for harper's ankles. ]

[And Anthony's head is still swimming too much and in it it's happening too fast and too consistently for Anthony to think to catch it let alone put himself in the way let alone interfere, it's all just a panicked trick, he's going to see the arm of the girl who was bitten drop off next, then possibly his own, and then one of the others losing a second one, and when Angeline reaches out he momentarily misjudges the angle to and distance of her outstretched arm from the rest of her and drops to the ground screaming, hands grabbing at the sides of his head, eyes squeezed shut, let it pass, Anthony, let it pass, it definitely will -

And oh God how much has he done, the girl is most certainly there, the woman with the multicolored hair was a zombie, and now two more of them are zombies, at least two of them couldn't go home and now here they are in the open not just obvious but seen and being seen -- ]

[Oh jeeze, oh jeeze! Arms are falling off everywhere!]

Um.. We should.. maybe back up?

[Because she certainly didn't want to draw anymore attention nor lose her own arm or have anyone else lose something more important.]

I- I don't think that's your arm... [She says when Angeline reaches to pick up one of the arms.]

[Holy shit how is everything going this wrong this quickly. Everyone is staring and crying and squeaking and they are making SUCH A COMMOTION oh my god someone is going to notice. Jovan is fully aware of it but he can't bring himself to stop making soft sobbing noises either because WHAT THE FUCK HIS ARM IS JUST LAYING THERE ON THE GROUND.

It takes him a few more seconds of soft crying and muttering 'holy shit, oh my god, oh shit,' but he finally manages to stop himself.]

It-it doesn't matter, we just--oh Jesus--

[He kneels down and gingerly picks up the other arm, the one that Angeline wasn't going for. Is it his? He doesn't know. Right now, he doesn't care because either way it's a detached arm and it is gross and horrifying and also potentially going to get all of them killed (double-killed?). He stuffs it into his coat, safely out of view, looking horrified as he does.

(It doesn't help his nausea at all that as he shoves the arm in, he gets a brief echo, a memory of casually tossing around corpse parts like this before.)

It takes him another few moments to get himself under control, after almost launching into dry heaves a few times.]

Let's just go already. No more stops, no--no more delays. The sooner I can get to a bathroom and puke, the better.

[ Making some kind of jumpy skip-prance-oh-god-get-it-away motion at Angeline's grasp, she may have 'accidentally' kicked the second of the arms in the process. She then resorts to holding her bag out in front of her like a shield. It doesn't stop her from staring owlishly at Jovan being some kind of zombie body part klepto, however. She points accusingly. ]

Ahh!! You can't just put that — ew!! That's it, I've had enough!

[ Once the arm goes in the jacket all bets are off. Whipping her phone out, she does what all smart, modern-day sixteen-year-old girls would do in the face of the impossible.

Harper snaps a picture.

Harper snaps a picture, turns on her heel, and books it. ]

[ omg.

omg.

angeline's first reaction is to throw something at harper's retreating back to make her stop -- because THAT SON OF A GUN JUST TOOK A PHOTO, SHE'S GOING TO PUT IT ON FACEBOOK AND THEY'RE ALL GOING TO GET ARRESTED AND KILLED BY CORRUPT POPO --

unfortunately, the only thing in her hand is an arm.

which she realizes after she's thrown it.

sorry, arm of jovan. ]

[Anthony's still not looking to see Harper whipping out her phone or what's just been thrown. As the shouting peters out he only hears running.

Distancing running - and a thumping sound.

Head still lowered, his eyelids twitch and strain, and then pull open wide.]

-- She's uh --

[Stabilizes his voice at some nice and audible, comparatively clear pitch with a breath to adjust it. Pulls his hands down - arms've gone stiff, even all things considered, didn't realize he'd had them grabbing that tight - and pulls himself up a little. Half a crouch, gaping after where the girl had been.

Sees a - fuzzy hint of something distinct on the ground in the side of his eye. What was thrown; doesn't make the connection to identify it.]

-- She's gone...

[That breathiness in there at the start's meant to be relief - clamping in on itself with a pang as he finishes, tensing again - ] ... - She's gone - she's gone she's - gone -- what -

[She's gone. She saw them, she attacked them because they're monsters, they said nothing, and she's gone, the what drops off short of a "what do we do" or "what can we do" or even a "what happened", flings wild looks around at the others, tell him something's all right or at least not immediately that much more deeply purely and irrevocably all wrong, they've all been seen, three of them have just changed and they had just been on their way to someplace out of sight -- ]

[Oh goodness she's going to have to be an adult about this and she doesn't want to because my god they are zombies and someone just took a picture and SHE THREW AN ARM AT HER!

ahhhhh!!]

We- we should go. Let's go! Please?

[Look! She's even shuffling forward to get the arm and pick it up gingerly, oh god detached arm she is going to have nightmares about this for the rest of her life... if she ever turns back or is cured or-]

Let's go.

Aah--!

[He reaches out for the arm as it's tossed, as if he'll somehow catch it. Instead, he just watches it drop to the ground and bounce for a half-second.

Jovan is frozen in his spot, in that exact position. He starts clamping his lips shut and making a high pitched noise while waving his good hand urgently. Finally, he gets his words back.]

Shit!

Someone--fucking pick it up!

[Sorry, Holly, they're not leaving without all arms in tow.]

[ angeline snaps out of her reactive panic in time to hear holly and jovan's respective reactions. she scrambles up and dumbly holds out her hand for the arm -- which, if holly gives her -- will then strike her as dumb because wow, no, she doesn't want to be holding an arm! gross.

SOMEHOW (possibly because they've used up all their bad luck for one night), the zombie party makes it to jovan's apartment in the same number of pieces.

angeline just kind of. stands off to the side, wondering how her life has amounted to this: a zombie with one arm in her upperclassman's apartment. she is not one to think of reunions, but if she were, this is not how she'd imagine it going. ]

[They are now in safety after a harrowing shamble away from the scene of an inadvertent indiscretion with a couple of severed limbs in tow, and Anthony, too, is off to the side, slumped halfway down against the wall, entirely free or at least as much as he can be to break attention and security and slip on down into mortified hitching and rasping and shaking and whimpering breaths three more of them are dead, two of them have lost limbs and those limbs are still detached and have been detached long enough to have been carried here with them, they have to hide at least one of them eats people who is she going to stay with besides the rest of them who also can't go anywhere they've all been seen and could've even been identified if nothing else there are zombies here and at least one person knows so oh God what has he begun and all just by not being cautious on the network -

A string of apologies is roiling and tangling in circles behind the uprush of panic, he'll definitely get right into it once the brunt of it's burnt off!]

[It was an interesting trip, that's for sure, but they're here and Holly is standing and looking around like she doesn't quiet no what to do, she just texted her mother to say she was staying with a friends and had gotten an angry voicemail because of it- ending with a softer 'please be careful' and an 'i love you' that almost made her cry.]

Um... what do we do now?

[She's looking at everyone else because she's not an adult and right now... she doesn't want to be one.]

[Jovan is using his one attached arm to rake it through his hair as he stares at the two arms on his desk. He has no idea which is which. He's trying to pick out any distinguishing features that might help him figure it out--like scars, rings, watches, birth marks, but looking at the unattached limbs so closely just reminds him of the hand he dug up in his memory and how fucked up the whole situation is.

He turns around to face the rest of the group.]

Jesus, I don't know. There isn't a "Life as a Zombie 101" manual or anything we can look at!

Oh, god, and I was supposed to go see my dad tomorrow, too...

There's probably one on the internet.

[ blurted out without thinking. angeline fiddles with her coat, then glances at the apologizing anthony with a grimace. she wants to ask him to please stop, but would that be dickish of her??? she's not sure.

she approaches jovan's desk instead and peers down at the arms. after a moment, she gingerly picks one up, not without a bizarre sense of dysphoria. ]

I think this one is mine...

[ the hand's smaller than the other, anyway. ]

[Anthony sees them going for the arms and his attention snaps up.

Eyes wide, gray, and glassy.

Are they going to put them back on - can they put them back on? Please say they can, please say they can, railroads his attention on one worry at a time if he can.

Clams up - and throws a quick checking look to Holly, if a brief one that quickly weighs down and breaks off back to Angeline and Jovan, as her issue's the one past this, which is to say what all of them are supposed to do at all, going to wait a few more seconds to get back to fretting it.]

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