My little guy is just locked in the cafeteria backroom...
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Wow, it’s been so long...
10 yrs ago
Wifi was down, what'I miss?
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10 yrs ago
:D *trying exponentially harder not too be dead*
10 yrs ago
Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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10 yrs ago
Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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Brushing a hand through the gray fur of the wolf’s back, up through the fur of the neck, finally reaching the top of its head. Gentle scratching along behind one ear, then the other, the wolf let out a single huff before playfully ‘attempting’ to nip at his fingers. Feeling the sharp teeth graze his fingertips, the shade paid no mind, but did draw his hand back for a moment in hesitation.
As if understanding the gesture, the gray wolf leaned closer to him, and he returned his hand to the fur of its head. Letting the shading of the fur seep into his being…the recent memory of not the beast, but its shadow, was brought into his mind.
The wolf watched the shade reach a hand down and under the wolf, wiggling off of the object it hid just in flattened tufts of grass that had just previously been under it. The object itself was noisy, the beaded string rattled easily with each movement, though the gray of the embroidered headdress was nothing to scoff at. Looking it twice over, the piece was elegant yet plain; the beaded portion was to veil the face of the wearer.
Gently brushing dust off here and picking the grass off there, the shadow leaned over the now still wolf, placing the headpiece onto it…
XXX
Awake before his eyes even opened, red of the sun was seen before Knox realized he could feel the warm from the same source touching his eyelids. Cheek felt slightly colder and numb, and there was a moment where it was much needed for whatever reason, then a moment when he just needed turn away from the glass. Squinting, blinking his eyes lightly before keeping them closed again. The tow truck wasn't moving anymore, and was instead parked at the side of the building.
Reaching into his jacket pocket with his sore arm and hand, the man put on his sunglasses calmly and properly opened his eyes, blankly staring out his window at purple clouds high up in the air blowing away much too quickly to be normal…and his cracked window. A vague memory of freaking out in the vehicle was there, a man awashed in memories that shouldn't have felt as foreign as they did, but it was gone as quickly as it had surfaced. Was that him?
Almost, it was almost like he was outside of himself, that recollection. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, a memory of confusion. Frustrated, in a diner throwing an empty mug at a wall, being unable to heal that...human...betrayal at losing the moon, shock at that Ivan being deceptively strong and breaking his arm, Baba Yaga--or was it that sister of hers? Fucking his mind with her magic...the one fight with Day that he has actually lost, didn't even know the man had it in him to fight dirty...opening a bloody sack to...!
Almost pitching forward in the car, Knox almost emptied the contents of his stomach onto the next seat. Shakily holding his head in his hands for a few minutes, willing away the memories over and over again like a prayer...it was gone, and he felt gone. From where he sat in the car, he could see the driver of the tow truck just a few metres outside, speaking to another individual before carelessly leaving him behind.
Paying no mind to this, none at all, Knox stared blankly ahead as he pulled his gloves on. Half asleep or not even all there anymore, a gloved hand was pressed to the broken glass…hard. The crack grew with the exerted force, harder he pressed as more cracks formed, before he finally withdrew. Clenching his hand into a fist, he drew his hand back as if to smash it with force, but instead lent the free hand to the action of simply opening the door.
Leaving the tow truck and continuing down the sidewalk on unsteady feet, for a moment Knox couldn't remember where in town he was, or the layout of the town for that matter. What came back to him for the moment were a small memory of a different many towns, and the clock tower of this one. The clock tower was the center of this town; he’d be able to navigate from there.
Turning to walk down his chosen path, it was only then that Knox realised how heavy he felt physically, and yet felt like so much more weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Heavy, yet light. Humans, full of contradictions. Lethargic? Sluggish. Laying down anywhere and just sleeping during the day seemed to hold much more promise.
Mindlessly staring over at the passing scene of an old man and his granddaughter, his mind's eye and actual vision were obscured and overlapped with a series of distant memories...an old man with his granddaughter, an old man with a young tavern wench, an old man with his daughter, an old man with a wife much too young for him, an--
Blinking in rapid succession with the vague images and memories passing through his head, Knox blinked slowly and just saw...an old man and a young girl. Strangers to him. He continued on his way.
As if understanding the gesture, the gray wolf leaned closer to him, and he returned his hand to the fur of its head. Letting the shading of the fur seep into his being…the recent memory of not the beast, but its shadow, was brought into his mind.
The wolf watched the shade reach a hand down and under the wolf, wiggling off of the object it hid just in flattened tufts of grass that had just previously been under it. The object itself was noisy, the beaded string rattled easily with each movement, though the gray of the embroidered headdress was nothing to scoff at. Looking it twice over, the piece was elegant yet plain; the beaded portion was to veil the face of the wearer.
Gently brushing dust off here and picking the grass off there, the shadow leaned over the now still wolf, placing the headpiece onto it…
XXX
Awake before his eyes even opened, red of the sun was seen before Knox realized he could feel the warm from the same source touching his eyelids. Cheek felt slightly colder and numb, and there was a moment where it was much needed for whatever reason, then a moment when he just needed turn away from the glass. Squinting, blinking his eyes lightly before keeping them closed again. The tow truck wasn't moving anymore, and was instead parked at the side of the building.
Reaching into his jacket pocket with his sore arm and hand, the man put on his sunglasses calmly and properly opened his eyes, blankly staring out his window at purple clouds high up in the air blowing away much too quickly to be normal…and his cracked window. A vague memory of freaking out in the vehicle was there, a man awashed in memories that shouldn't have felt as foreign as they did, but it was gone as quickly as it had surfaced. Was that him?
Almost, it was almost like he was outside of himself, that recollection. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, a memory of confusion. Frustrated, in a diner throwing an empty mug at a wall, being unable to heal that...human...betrayal at losing the moon, shock at that Ivan being deceptively strong and breaking his arm, Baba Yaga--or was it that sister of hers? Fucking his mind with her magic...the one fight with Day that he has actually lost, didn't even know the man had it in him to fight dirty...opening a bloody sack to...!
Almost pitching forward in the car, Knox almost emptied the contents of his stomach onto the next seat. Shakily holding his head in his hands for a few minutes, willing away the memories over and over again like a prayer...it was gone, and he felt gone. From where he sat in the car, he could see the driver of the tow truck just a few metres outside, speaking to another individual before carelessly leaving him behind.
Paying no mind to this, none at all, Knox stared blankly ahead as he pulled his gloves on. Half asleep or not even all there anymore, a gloved hand was pressed to the broken glass…hard. The crack grew with the exerted force, harder he pressed as more cracks formed, before he finally withdrew. Clenching his hand into a fist, he drew his hand back as if to smash it with force, but instead lent the free hand to the action of simply opening the door.
Leaving the tow truck and continuing down the sidewalk on unsteady feet, for a moment Knox couldn't remember where in town he was, or the layout of the town for that matter. What came back to him for the moment were a small memory of a different many towns, and the clock tower of this one. The clock tower was the center of this town; he’d be able to navigate from there.
Turning to walk down his chosen path, it was only then that Knox realised how heavy he felt physically, and yet felt like so much more weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Heavy, yet light. Humans, full of contradictions. Lethargic? Sluggish. Laying down anywhere and just sleeping during the day seemed to hold much more promise.
Mindlessly staring over at the passing scene of an old man and his granddaughter, his mind's eye and actual vision were obscured and overlapped with a series of distant memories...an old man with his granddaughter, an old man with a young tavern wench, an old man with his daughter, an old man with a wife much too young for him, an--
Blinking in rapid succession with the vague images and memories passing through his head, Knox blinked slowly and just saw...an old man and a young girl. Strangers to him. He continued on his way.
Been gone for a while...what I miss?
Posted, little Michael is officially at the cafeteria storeroom...a walker is locked in the staff restroom next door.
Follow the red line down the hall to find the cafeteria.
Follow the red—there was red everywhere! When Mikey returned to the hospital, and run to the first place he’d remember going to the last visit, though he couldn't even remember how he had got here from the wreck down the road. Remembering being in the car and scrambling to get the door open as one of them pull his screaming mother through the broken window, his own screams of horror deafening n his own ears…and he left her.
Then…then he was here, and his legs hurt a lot, and in what was probably a panic had forgotten that he was carrying his hockey stick bag. If he had dropped it, he would have gotten back to the hospital faster, and his legs wouldn't have hurt so much. And sure, he liked to carry it a bit on his own, but when he got tired his father held onto if for hi—where was his dad?
Rubbing his eyes, and feeling a wetness of tears to them, small sobs surfaced…and the sound of a woman thing gorging herself on a human from the far end of the cafeteria could be heard loudly. There was a bang as another monster burst through the door way a distance away, and the small boy stood frozen for almost a few seconds, before sprinting behind the counter. A tray was knocked onto the floor and against a stove thing in such a rapid motion, catching the attention of the thing, but Mikey already flew into the door behind it and slammed the metal door shut.
The monster was banging on the metal door after a minute, but it seemed the door secured on its own…it was then that he finally had a proper look around. A row of shelves of some canned food, one or two he had recognised as the ‘fresh’ made chicken soups or chilli that had been served last visit, and there were also bags of bread in a box to the right. Two whole shelves with plastic containers, paper napkins, plastic utensils and trays, boxes of straws. There was a barest, yet continuous banging sound further back.
There was another two doors, one of them seemed to have quite a few locks or something, with something that reminded him of the thermostat his father oft fiddled with at home…and then other door had a plastic placard that had something about staff only washroom or something, the sound was coming from behind that metal door. Metal doors in the hospital seemed really, really secure to the young boy, but who or whatever was behind that door was obviously not going to enter into the room he was currently in any time soon.
Dropping the hockey stick bag onto the ground, Mikey shakily started to just examine his person as he fell on his bum, staring at his feet. His legs hurt from running, but properly getting a chance to relax and see, he had finally noticed that he was missing one shoe. It would have been funny if it wasn't such a dire situation. His sock was woolly and thick, though if usually got sweaty in the warmer weather…it was white, now red at the end. Peeling off the sock, the boy started to cry softly at the pain of the piece of glass sticking out his foot.
Even as a child, Mikey knew a piece the size of a pinkie nail couldn’t be as bad as it felt, but it felt pretty damned bad. His scrape last year didn't hurt this back, and it couldn't be as bad as removing a splinter…but he couldn't do much more than remember his mother, and continue to cry.
Follow the red—there was red everywhere! When Mikey returned to the hospital, and run to the first place he’d remember going to the last visit, though he couldn't even remember how he had got here from the wreck down the road. Remembering being in the car and scrambling to get the door open as one of them pull his screaming mother through the broken window, his own screams of horror deafening n his own ears…and he left her.
Then…then he was here, and his legs hurt a lot, and in what was probably a panic had forgotten that he was carrying his hockey stick bag. If he had dropped it, he would have gotten back to the hospital faster, and his legs wouldn't have hurt so much. And sure, he liked to carry it a bit on his own, but when he got tired his father held onto if for hi—where was his dad?
Rubbing his eyes, and feeling a wetness of tears to them, small sobs surfaced…and the sound of a woman thing gorging herself on a human from the far end of the cafeteria could be heard loudly. There was a bang as another monster burst through the door way a distance away, and the small boy stood frozen for almost a few seconds, before sprinting behind the counter. A tray was knocked onto the floor and against a stove thing in such a rapid motion, catching the attention of the thing, but Mikey already flew into the door behind it and slammed the metal door shut.
The monster was banging on the metal door after a minute, but it seemed the door secured on its own…it was then that he finally had a proper look around. A row of shelves of some canned food, one or two he had recognised as the ‘fresh’ made chicken soups or chilli that had been served last visit, and there were also bags of bread in a box to the right. Two whole shelves with plastic containers, paper napkins, plastic utensils and trays, boxes of straws. There was a barest, yet continuous banging sound further back.
There was another two doors, one of them seemed to have quite a few locks or something, with something that reminded him of the thermostat his father oft fiddled with at home…and then other door had a plastic placard that had something about staff only washroom or something, the sound was coming from behind that metal door. Metal doors in the hospital seemed really, really secure to the young boy, but who or whatever was behind that door was obviously not going to enter into the room he was currently in any time soon.
Dropping the hockey stick bag onto the ground, Mikey shakily started to just examine his person as he fell on his bum, staring at his feet. His legs hurt from running, but properly getting a chance to relax and see, he had finally noticed that he was missing one shoe. It would have been funny if it wasn't such a dire situation. His sock was woolly and thick, though if usually got sweaty in the warmer weather…it was white, now red at the end. Peeling off the sock, the boy started to cry softly at the pain of the piece of glass sticking out his foot.
Even as a child, Mikey knew a piece the size of a pinkie nail couldn’t be as bad as it felt, but it felt pretty damned bad. His scrape last year didn't hurt this back, and it couldn't be as bad as removing a splinter…but he couldn't do much more than remember his mother, and continue to cry.
Lol, Michael prolly locked himself into the hospital cafeteria's storeroom...
Agreed...Mikey is prolly more shell shocked than anything...and he really isn't going to even try to unlock the door even for the most kindly looking people, mainly because scared of zombies.
Strawberry425 said
Just to make it clear though, I'm not saying the kid characters are incompetent. I just never really liked the way Carl's attitude in the walking dead is portrayed as on par with the adults, or how somewhat overpowered he is for a kid from the very beginning. Which is just my honest opinion. I'm not hating on him (I don't hate Daryl and I know that mothertrucker is OP'ed as god knows what), I just think its kind of a fault to have a bunch of kids who were formerly used to having someone take care of them, all of sudden grow up in a few days....??? But I mean, what does everyone else think?
Agreed...Mikey is prolly more shell shocked than anything...and he really isn't going to even try to unlock the door even for the most kindly looking people, mainly because scared of zombies.
Got busy...augh, still haven't posted yet. Where in the hospital should my kid be...
It's fine, I'm not pushing a rush! I had a doctor's appointment and a blood test earlier today, so I'm just pooped.
notdeadyet said
Dodo has complete control! He simply chooses to behave differently from traditional standards!
In contrast, his brother seems much more controlled and less likely to kill somebody, but...
Dodo is just Dodo, and also Power Theory, Management, and Control teacher...yeah, 'cause he's definitely not out of control.
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