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entranceworks2017-05-27 09:31 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2017-05-27 09:31 pm
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Then I'll move to the first floor. I've only been here a little while, I think I can manage a move.
[ She'd been on the third, but she's also mobile and spry. She can move if it means making sure no one puts anything sharp through R's brain. ]
If that's okay with you, I mean. I don't mean to come across like a weird zombie babysitter.
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He hadn't considered that someone here might actually want to make sure he was safe. Even in this short time meeting someone almost just like him, he hadn't thought about it. Connecting with people is still new to him, but he feels that faint tingle like something pricking up his spine again and he realises that she's concerned enough about him to care.
And he shrugs, because if he's honest, he doesn't mind as much as he doesn't expect it of her.]
Okay with me. [He says.] But you don't.. have to.
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I know I don't have to. But I feel like it's my job, as an advocate for peace in a time when people can judge others based on how pale they are or how many beats per minute their heart pounds, to look out for others. Helping one another get by in this place is the only way we'll ever begin to build a bridge toward a greater understanding and tolerance.
[ Yiiiikes. She pauses, looking somewhat sheepish. ]
And that was the pageant girl in me. Literally. ]
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Beauty queen.. brains?
[R asks, his eyebrows lifting up expressively. He's been following what she's said and he thinks he's got the idea.
He grins.]
Miss.. World Peace?
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I should get a sash with an official title: Ms. Zombie, USA.
[ Although, wearing it might lead to some questions being asked that she's not ready for yet. ]
Do you know how old you are? Or...how old you think you are?
[ He looks about her age, but it's hard to tell. ]
I'm twenty-seven. I was studying to be a doctor before all of....this happened.
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[Serious nod. Ms. Zombie, USA. That could definitely be a thing. She'd win it hands down where he came from - few of the female zombies he's ever seen have been much to look at.
She asks another question, though, and he shrugs. R does a lot of shrugging. He could be thirty, or more. He doesn't know. He could be younger than her. Years pass in much the same way as months, weeks, days... time doesn't matter to you so much when you're dead.]
Don't know. Dead don't.. age. [And his appearance is no true indicator of how long he's been dead, either. He thinks it's some kind of indication of how fiercely he clings on to some twisted version of hope.] Could be.. older than you. Or... [Another shrug.]
Don't remember.
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[ Liv smiles at that, then thinks about his answer. It makes sense, and he's right - zombie's don't age because, well, dead. ]
One day you will. Remember, I mean. I know you will. There's a zombie cure where I'm from, and it comes with memory loss. But it reverses itself eventually. Maybe yours will, too.
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Not cured. [He says, concentrating hard to keep hold of the words while they struggle like eels in his grasp. He's not healed, but things have been different ever since he brought Julie back to his cramped 747 and told her he'd keep her safe.]
Changing. Diff..erent.
[R pats his pockets and fishes out a slightly smeared, slightly crumpled polaroid. On the picture is a girl with blonde hair and pale skin - pale but alive - with her hand clasped over her heart and a sad expression on her face.
He holds onto it for a moment, then turns it around to show Liv.]
Because of her.
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She's helping you become more human?
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I am human.
[Dead human is still human, right? He's always stuck by that, it's one of those funny things he refuses to let go that M thinks he's weird for. He's human, just like them, except they're Living and he's Dead. It's almost as distasteful as the word 'zombie', but he can live with that one.
R turns the picture towards himself and looks at it. She left him behind and he knew it was for the best, but... he still feels a twinge in the centre of his chest when he thinks about it.]
She's... [He trails off, far more deliberate than his usual pauses between words, and strokes his thumb across the picture. Then, he tucks it away and shakes his head.] She went home.