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snowblindrpg2015-07-12 06:59 pm
genreblindness) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-07-12 06:59 pm
[log] Alex is back?! [closed]
Characters: Alex Kralie, Jay Merrick, Tim Wright
Location E4, building 25
Date: Day 14, Night
Summary: Three paranoid nerds stuck together in one jacuzzi
Warnings:Threats of violence but probably nothing worse everything is terrible
[So today has not been the greatest.
Actually, scratch that. Today has been fucking terrible.
Up until now, one of the few decent things about this place has been that the tall thing doesn't seem to make too many appearances - in fact, since he and Tim had only seen it while hallucinating, Jay's almost been wondering if it might not really be here. But then the light had happened, and then the singing, and as the day went on it became abundantly clear that the thing was right there, watching like it always is.
Jay hasn't exactly seen it, not clearly, but he can tell it's right there, at the edges of his vision and behind his back and waiting around every corner. He can't even remember feeling this paranoid ever before. Which doesn't mean he hasn't - he'll probably forget all of this too.
It's getting dark, but fortunately they've just reached a building that looks like it'll work as a shelter. It's bigger than a closet, too. Jay glances out into the darkness toward the southwest before opening the door and stepping in. Whatever's out there, it's tempting to keep trying to reach it, but it'd mean being locked out and freezing to death. Hopefully it'll still be there in the morning.]
Location E4, building 25
Date: Day 14, Night
Summary: Three paranoid nerds stuck together in one jacuzzi
Warnings:
[So today has not been the greatest.
Actually, scratch that. Today has been fucking terrible.
Up until now, one of the few decent things about this place has been that the tall thing doesn't seem to make too many appearances - in fact, since he and Tim had only seen it while hallucinating, Jay's almost been wondering if it might not really be here. But then the light had happened, and then the singing, and as the day went on it became abundantly clear that the thing was right there, watching like it always is.
Jay hasn't exactly seen it, not clearly, but he can tell it's right there, at the edges of his vision and behind his back and waiting around every corner. He can't even remember feeling this paranoid ever before. Which doesn't mean he hasn't - he'll probably forget all of this too.
It's getting dark, but fortunately they've just reached a building that looks like it'll work as a shelter. It's bigger than a closet, too. Jay glances out into the darkness toward the southwest before opening the door and stepping in. Whatever's out there, it's tempting to keep trying to reach it, but it'd mean being locked out and freezing to death. Hopefully it'll still be there in the morning.]
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He's never actually had one before. But the constant headache and the pulsing pain behind his eyes sound like textbook symptoms, right? He just wishes the aspirin he's been popping all day would just get to work already. Christ.
Oh, well. At least the constant pain is helping to distract him from the fact that he's being watched and followed and the thing sees him and it's coming and he is not thinking about this.
There's a brief flare of panic as he notes that the first couple of rooms he peers into aren't intact enough to use for shelter, but that eases as he opens another door that opens into a bathroom. A pretty large, cushy one. Swish!
He places his bag down on the floor just outside the room and enters it, bending down to pick up today's obligatory Weird Piece of Trash. ]
Hey, Jay. Jackpot.
[ A bright pink loofah. WHAT TREASURE. Surely nothing can ruin this moment of purest joy! ]
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Alex hadn't even wanted to come to this place at all. The original plan was to stay in the house in which he woke up and try to see who was traveling with Jay without revealing himself. WHO COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS TW STRANGER BE??? That plan lasted for about two hours before it fell apart and Alex became much more preoccupied with the thing watching him. Of course it was here. It became a constant presence at the edge of his vision, calling him away, flickering away when he tried to look at it, but he knew. He knew it was there. It always would be.
He held out against the call as long as he could, long, hard hours of that song pounding in his head, but it eventually became too much. So now here he was, picking his way through the entrance of an abandoned house as a concession to the call tugging him away, trying not to think too hard about the fact that it's never been like this before. The staring, the stalking -- he knew that intimately. But the song? That was new.
Muffled voices up ahead. Someone else is in here. Alex tries to be stealthy, he really does. He keeps his footsteps light, doesn't knock anything over like a moron. He turns the corner to take a quick look at who it is and then his train of thought completely derails in a fiery explosion of are you kidding me.
There's Jay, wearing some hideously bright (is that fuschia? jesus christ that's eyesearing) windbreaker, and Tim.
Tim Wright.
TW.
OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.]
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Did you seriously just find an-
[He glances over his shoulder while he speaks, and- oh. It's Alex. He's hallucinating again. That's great, just what he needed on top of everything else.]
-Another sponge.
[He tries to ignore Alex who OBVIOUSLY IS NOT REALLY THERE, but his voice catches in a way that makes it very obvious that he's freaking out a little.]
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[ He's noted Jay's discomfort, and he glances back almost unconsciously just to check on things. While he's had more than his own fair share of hallucinations in this place, they seem to hit Jay harder than they do him. He really doesn't expect to see anything as he turns his head.
But he does. And even through the headache and that throbbing pain behind his eyes, he's able to identify the figure as being distinctly Alex "That Motherfucker" Kralie-shaped. And is that blood on his shirt?
If he took a moment to think about things, Tim would realise that the blood on Alex couldn't be Jay's because there is a lot of it and blood splatter doesn't work that way. Unfortunately for everyone, it's hard to think with the song and the headache and the thing and ALEX GODDAMN FUCKING KRALIE IS STANDING RIGHT THERE COVERED IN WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY JAY'S BLOOD.
Tim's face, previously scrunched up in a mixture of pain and sponge-based amusement, slackens immediately into an expression of complete shock. It doesn't last long before that's replaced by a look of utter fury. ]
Hey! HEY!
[ He looks around for some kind of bludgeoning equipment, but there is only the loofah. GODDAMMIT. What's more, Jay's blocking the doorway. Why this. ]
Get out of the way! Move!
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Alex lifts himself from his utterly ineffectual half hunch attempt at stealth to his full height since there's no point in trying to hide anymore. Jesus why is he so tall. The anger in his chest flares up white hot. Look at these assholes who ruined everything. He takes a step forward and the temperature of his voice drops about twenty degrees.]
What are you doing here.
[It's a layered question. There's "What are you doing here, in my general vicinity, instead of away from me because I very intensely dislike you all." Very aggressive. Very angry. Gotta establish dominance and all that.
Then there's "What are you doing here, in this bathroom, playing with a sponge?" because honestly he feels that's a valid question to ask here.
And then the final question is "What are you doing here, in what I am assuming is spooky tree man hell?" because the last time Alex saw Tim he was being a giant fucking selfish baby about the whole dying thing and it was very exhausting to everyone involved, especially Alex.]
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oh fuck Alex is actually there oh shit fuck shit]
Wha-
[He spins around to face Alex, halfway through roughly a million questions, but there's the issue of Tim who, by the sounds of it, is about to turn this into a fight and that is so many kinds of unnecessary right now.
Well, maybe not unnecessary in the sense that Alex killed him and speaking of which holy shit is that blood?
He doesn't get out of the way.]
What are you doing here?
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Tim is a complex man that gives complex looks, okay.
He throws up his hands, letting out an outraged huff, then yanks his tablet out of his pocket and waves it over Jay's head. Hey, Alex. Hey. You see that "get inside somwehere warm u stupid asshole" message that's happily blinking away on the screen? Because Tim does! ]
I hope you're not here looking for shelter, buddy! 'Cause I'm calling dibs.
[ It's really hard to be smug and self-satisfied when you're full of headaches and paranoia, but god damn does he ever give it a good try. EAT IT, KRALIE. ]
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What do you think I'm doing here.
["Obviously I woke up in this stupid freezing cold place just like everyone else, duh." Which is still very petty and doesn't actually answer Jay's question, but it has just the right degree of acid condescension that conveys the intensity of his displeasure with this whole situation and it's not like Jay answered his question so there!!!
The look he gives Tim over Jay's shoulder could curdle milk, wither his lawn, and would probably also burn his house down if Alex hadn't already taken care of that little detail. Holy shit he hates that guy so much. It defies words. It defies description. You think Alex is a life ruiner? He's got nothing on Tim.
Which is why it galls him the way it does when he catches the blinking message on the tablet that Tim is waving around like a total smug douchecanoe. He has to back out. Is there even enough time for him to make it back to his house before everything locks? He doesn't think so.
Alex has gone from having no control over the situation to having less than no control. He has negative control, and now he's gonna freeze to death on his second day here? Fucking incredible. What did he do to deserve this.]
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He very quickly realises two things: a) If they don't let Alex in with them, he is going to die. and b) As much of a shithead Alex is, Jay does not in fact want to be responsible for killing him.
He turns his head back just a little to address Tim without taking his eyes off Alex.]
We- we've gotta let him in.
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[ The last couple of words are yelled loudly enough for Alex to hear, and probably would've been accompanied by an obscene gesture or two if Tim wasn't busy flinching as the pain in his head spikes further. Yelling was a mistake. A mistaaaaaaake. ]
He can stay out there. It's not like he doesn't deserve it.
[ Yeah. The one good thing about Alex actually existing is that his presence makes it much easier for Tim to blame someone else for all this.
Well.
Some of it.
The murdering bit, at least. ]
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He's really not sure how he feels about Jay suggesting that they let him in. He settles on silent exasperation as a placeholder emotion until he starts sorting things out because goddammit dude, haven't you learned anything yet?
The stubborn moron part of his head insists that he'd rather take his chances in the snow than spend a night in a cramped bathroom with a couple of morons who have dedicated their lives to making everything worse. The more practical, less stupid part of him really doesn't want to die again.
It's uncomfortably close to eight o'clock. Time's running out. Quietly seething, he drops his supply bag, kicks it away, and raises his hands. He has nothing else on him than the tablet still in his jacket pocket. Even if he tries anything, he's still outnumbered. If that's not good enough for Tim, then whatever, it's not like Alex wanted to be around him anyway.]
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[He's not stupid, you guys. Sheesh.]
But if we leave him out there, then we're murderers too. And I don't know about you, but that's not something I'm willing to deal with.
[He knows that Alex would absolutely deserve it, and would likely let him freeze without a second thought if their roles were reversed. Even so, the idea of intentionally leaving someone out with the cold and the thing makes his stomach turn.]
And I mean, there's two of us and one of him. We can handle it if he tries anything.
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He still kind of wants to leave Alex outside to freeze, to be honest. The last few days have been too exhausting, too unbelievably shitty for him to be able to summon up any compassion for assholes like Alex "Vaguely Insulting Nickname" Kralie right now.
Then again, it also means it's hard for him to work up any kind of argument that doesn't involve lying down on the ground and throwing a tantrum. Tempting as that thought is, Tim backs off. Not without giving Alex another look of utmost loathing, though. ]
Fine. Do what you want.
[ He jams his tablet back into his pocket, replacing it with his bottle of pills instead, and turns away so he can down a couple of them without looking at Alex's stupid fucking face and any gloating he may or may not be doing. Tim wouldn't put it past him. Because he's a fucker. ]
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He definitely doesn't jostle Tim with his shoulder on the way in, because he doesn't have the maturity range of a twelve year. He thinks about it really, really hard, though.
He settles himself in a corner of the bathroom as far away from everything and everyone else as he can manage. Holy shit, this place is a lot larger than he expected. The feeling of being watched intensifies -- he doesn't quite jerk his head to look back at the entrance, but it's a quicker, more panicked motion than he'd like.]
Close the door.
[He hates himself for even saying that much and revealing that stab of fear, but he can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on in as it stares straight at him before flickering away and okay yeah he wants something solid between him and it right now right now right now someone close it now go go go.]
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He does close the door behind him, at least. It'll keep the cold out, if not the worse things out there.
Then, still doing his best to avoid looking at Alex, he huddles in the corner opposite from him and starts fiddling with his tablet. There are network posts to be checked, and he might as well go over the day's footage even though it'll probably be too corrupted to reveal anything useful.
This is so fucking awkward why did he think this was a good idea oh god.]
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To punch both of them, honestly. Jesus christ, Jay.
If he wants to maintain a suitably sulky distance from them, he either has to sit in the jacuzzi or in the linen closet. Opting for the former (and feeling vaguely stupid about it), he settles down and presses his palms against his throbbing forehead.
He left the fucking aspirin outside in his bag.
Annnnnd the last of his cigarettes.
Welp. Time to punch the wall in helpless frustration and instantly regret it as the sound causes another intense flare of pain! ]
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Got a problem over there?
[It's only been a short while and Alex's monstrously short patience for dealing with other people is already starting to fray. SO CLEARLY THE BEST THING TO DO HERE IS ANTAGONIZE SOMEONE AM I RIGHT]
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Do you seriously need to ask that.
[Jay is seriously questioning his life and his choices at this point. Even if they make it through the night without someone getting strangled, it'll be awful for everyone involved.
He's getting a headache. He can't tell if it's from having to deal with this bullshit or from the feeling of being watched or both, but it really sucks.]
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Sarcasm. ]
Dunno what you guys are talking about. I'm feeling super. What - what's not to like about catching up with an old friend?
[ His vision explodes into agonising pulses of light as he lifts his head to smile coldly at Alex. Christ, that hurts. Worth it, though. ]
Loving the new look. The whole bloodstained psycho thing really brings out your eyes.
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Oh my god. Why did Jay have to say anything. Why did Alex have to agree. He should have just let himself die out in the frozen wastes of this miserable town instead of putting up with this shit.
If Tim had just stopped right there with the sarcasm, Alex might -- might -- have taken a few deep breaths and tried to wrestle his temper back. It wouldn't have been easy, and he wouldn't have liked it, but this whole situation is stupid and he just wants to get through this night without talking to anyone more than he has to.
But then Tim keeps going, and that just hits a jackpot of fury.]
Really. I'm glad you appreciate it. But isn't it a bit gauche to admire your own handiwork.
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Granted, Jay's been feeling kind of curious about the bloodstains, so a part of him appreciates it getting brought up.
Except then Alex answers and everything makes even less sense.]
Wait, what?
[That doesn't even remotely fit in with what little he knows of the events following his death. Tim hasn't mentioned anything about running into Alex. Has he been keeping secrets again? Is that what this is about?]
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[ The answer is instant, reflexive. As a result, Tim sounds pretty sure of himself. When the doubt starts to set in a second or two later, it shows plainly.
He could have done the whole mask thing, beaten the shit out of Alex and forgotten about it. Right? It's not like that hasn't happened before. Maybe not-Tim and the hooded guy met up every weekend to play poker and pulverise Alex for funsies and the douchelord showed up here fresh from that.
That's a lot of blood, though, isn't it? A hell of a lot. ]
Don't - don't listen, he's trying to mess with us.
[ Yeah, he's not sounding so certain about that. ]
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[His eyes flick over to Jay for a moment. Yeah, buddy, that was yours. Fun times.
He sees the doubt on Tim's face, and for some reason, that pisses him off even more. He gets to forget when Alex has to remember so much else? That's some bullshit.]
You don't even remember it, do you? But that's okay, you filmed the whole thing. Are you going to put all that up on the internet for everyone to see when you get back?
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He kind of wishes it came as a complete surprise and he couldn't believe that Tim would do something like that, but. Things are what they are, and he can believe it. The real surprise is hearing that Tim filmed it.]
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[ There's more than a little desperation to his voice now. He looks towards Jay, expecting him to at least put up a token defense, but when that's not forthcoming he quickly turns away. Ouch.
Okay. There are two possibilities here. Either Alex is a fucking liar and Tim would be justified in punching him in the face until his jawbone is ground into dust, or his story is legit. That's definitely possible - Clarke claims to come from the future, so why shouldn't Alex?
And deep down, Tim knows he's capable of doing the things he's supposedly already done. He'd just been ready to leave Alex out in the snow to freeze, after all, and he's pretty sure he wouldn't even have felt guilty about it.
Shit. ]
The last thing I did before I got here was - I found Jay after what you did! Then I was chasing the hooded guy and he - he fell and then I was in this place. I never even touched you! I can--
[ --prove it. Or he could have, two weeks or so ago. Before he took the tape out of his camera and hid it in one of the houses so Jay wouldn't find it.
Awesome.
Tim has screwed himself over with his lying and his secrets, again. And he's suddenly horribly aware that the thing knows that as well as he does. It's seen what he's done and it wants to pull it out of him so everyone else can see it too. Tim's mouth snaps shut and he brings his hands up to his chest as if he's physically keeping his secrets inside. Nope. Nope. ]
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