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snowblindrpg2016-05-25 09:32 am
heroproceeding) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-05-25 09:32 am
Audio; Day 120 morning; @dreamsnhonor No time to say hello, goodbye [CW: dead people]
{Day 119; Morning}
[ Darkness.
Darkness had been the first thing he'd found when he had woken up. Not the kind of comforting darkness where he's sandwiched or doing the sandwiching to Kuns and the others. But a kind of lonely darkness with the cold already creeping up and chilling you to the bone. Never mind the weight of those dreams from the night before. Never mind the way his heart's still beating hard in his chest. Because the darkness tells him well enough that he's alone... and it doesn't take much to figure out why. Not when he tries to get the blanket off of his head-
only to realize that's not a blanket at all. Hands quickly run down the fabric, pushing and feeling it go taunt- and with it, he feels the push of something against his boots. Feels something move underneath his body.
That's not a blanket. That's a-
His body jolts suddenly, heartbeat kicking up a few notches as the memories flicker in his head in a rapid blur. There's nothing to see but everything to hear. The thunder of something behind him, almost deafening, the shattering crash of glass, and then the grip of pain. Panic and intense pain he hasn't felt since that fateful day. It's all he can remember... not that there isn't enough significant evidence to tell him the rest of that story.
Not when he's slowly moving hands, skating fingers along the texture of the zipper to find its pull and start to tug away. Sooner than he'd like, but this is a story he needs to face head on and move forward from because he's got some important calls to make. Calls that grip him but also give him relief in knowing that at least he's there to make them. He pulls his tablet from his pocket where it usually is and taps at it only to freeze a second later when he thinks he catches something out of his eye. Curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his tablet to glance light off the drawers on either side of him.
He instantly regrets it, stomach churning and heart aching all over again. Zack peels that light away, taking a steadying breath and running a hand through far too clean hair. He curses again to himself, but then he's swinging feet out to the side, so he can face away from the sightless eyes of old friends.
Face away and start flicking through his tablet... ]
{Day 120; Morning}
[ It's not until the next day when he finally gets his wits together, finally composes himself enough to reach out to the rest. Knowing Kunsel had died... thinking he would never come back... the only thing that had kept him moving then was knowing that Jim and Zell were out there. They were out there and likely doing something dangerous without him and while he had no control over it, that didn't make him want to find them again any less. He'd said he would help get them all a ticket out of there. He just hadn't planned on dying at some point to make it a reality. Well, not that that was...
All the same, at some point, he does realize he ought to say something... at least if only to reassert the fact that he's there yet, especially when that obituary comes up later.
So, he takes to doing so... as casually as he can muster considering circumstances. What's the most important thing to take from this and share? That's at least easy to figure out. ]
So, fair warning if you ever de-decide to go unlocking any doors around here. The traps around here are... pr-pretty brutal.
[ He pauses for just a brief moment before adding quietly... ruefully. ]
It looks like th-this place just couldn't get enough of me though.
[ Darkness.
Darkness had been the first thing he'd found when he had woken up. Not the kind of comforting darkness where he's sandwiched or doing the sandwiching to Kuns and the others. But a kind of lonely darkness with the cold already creeping up and chilling you to the bone. Never mind the weight of those dreams from the night before. Never mind the way his heart's still beating hard in his chest. Because the darkness tells him well enough that he's alone... and it doesn't take much to figure out why. Not when he tries to get the blanket off of his head-
only to realize that's not a blanket at all. Hands quickly run down the fabric, pushing and feeling it go taunt- and with it, he feels the push of something against his boots. Feels something move underneath his body.
That's not a blanket. That's a-
His body jolts suddenly, heartbeat kicking up a few notches as the memories flicker in his head in a rapid blur. There's nothing to see but everything to hear. The thunder of something behind him, almost deafening, the shattering crash of glass, and then the grip of pain. Panic and intense pain he hasn't felt since that fateful day. It's all he can remember... not that there isn't enough significant evidence to tell him the rest of that story.
Not when he's slowly moving hands, skating fingers along the texture of the zipper to find its pull and start to tug away. Sooner than he'd like, but this is a story he needs to face head on and move forward from because he's got some important calls to make. Calls that grip him but also give him relief in knowing that at least he's there to make them. He pulls his tablet from his pocket where it usually is and taps at it only to freeze a second later when he thinks he catches something out of his eye. Curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his tablet to glance light off the drawers on either side of him.
He instantly regrets it, stomach churning and heart aching all over again. Zack peels that light away, taking a steadying breath and running a hand through far too clean hair. He curses again to himself, but then he's swinging feet out to the side, so he can face away from the sightless eyes of old friends.
Face away and start flicking through his tablet... ]
{Day 120; Morning}
[ It's not until the next day when he finally gets his wits together, finally composes himself enough to reach out to the rest. Knowing Kunsel had died... thinking he would never come back... the only thing that had kept him moving then was knowing that Jim and Zell were out there. They were out there and likely doing something dangerous without him and while he had no control over it, that didn't make him want to find them again any less. He'd said he would help get them all a ticket out of there. He just hadn't planned on dying at some point to make it a reality. Well, not that that was...
All the same, at some point, he does realize he ought to say something... at least if only to reassert the fact that he's there yet, especially when that obituary comes up later.
So, he takes to doing so... as casually as he can muster considering circumstances. What's the most important thing to take from this and share? That's at least easy to figure out. ]
So, fair warning if you ever de-decide to go unlocking any doors around here. The traps around here are... pr-pretty brutal.
[ He pauses for just a brief moment before adding quietly... ruefully. ]
It looks like th-this place just couldn't get enough of me though.
OMG what a Freudian slip X_X
This should be good news. It isn't. It means something decisively worse than him being outside, even. Either he just came in and has not yet driven the chill from his bones 0 possible, but not satisfying her suspicious nature. Either that or...]
Are you ill? Do you have a fever? You should check. To die here of a fever of all things would be awful.
You're alright! I know what you meant and it made my day fff
It would be, but I'm not sick. Be-Believe me. I'd know if I were. [ How close to that truth, well. Better off she doesn't know. Already gave her enough to worry about as it is, huh. ] I'll give myself so-some time to warm up in here, alright?
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Zack. [She says his name quietly, in her most level and adult voice.] Listen you, I know I'm far away now and I can't help with anything, but if I don't know what-all is the matter with you, I'll only worry more. I can imagine some fearsome thing. Don't make me.
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...He's never had much of a poker face anyway. And from their previous conversations, playing things off just seems to make her all the more annoyed and pushing to know. Zack.. sighs just a little. ] I'll be alright, Ke-Kesara.
[ And it might seem like he'll end it right there. But then he's switching his settings before he sends out his next message. ] Ju-Just this weird cold feeling I can't shake, alright? It's probably got something to do with when I came back. It sh-should wear off in a few days.
[ Or so he hopes. Never mind it set in the next day instead of the day he'd woken up, but... Getting into that dream isn't exactly something he wants to add on top of all the weight of worries here. ]
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She really can’t do anything for him, though, and it makes her mouth twist with frustrated sympathy. She thinks about him out there and feels the prickle of cold down her own back, along her arms. She’s come to Norfinbury dressed for the Karakum; more than adequately shielded. But she thinks of Zack shivering and shivers herself.]
I’m sorry, Zack – I think, it must do, there is always something the matter when someone wakes up, isn’t there? But, that means you know it’ll pass. It’ll only be a few days. They say it’s never for very much longer.
[Hers is a small, sober optimism, but she offers it anyway.]
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He lets out a shaky breath, some semblance of a sigh, before he reins himself in again. ] Ye-Yeah, so, see? I'll be good before you know it, al-alright? You got nothing to worry about, you hear? You should be more worried about yo-yourself.