snowblindrpg | [log] love, let the poison bleed out of me [closed]

Characters: Alfie Solomons & Royce Melborn
Location: Downtown, Building 150
Date: Day 229-230
Summary: A couple of girls chase a couple of guys.
Warnings: Nothing out of the usual - violence, description of anomalies, language. Event stuff!

150: A small toy store that sells old-fashioned toys. Dusty, long-forgotten dolls, wooden blocks, and rubber balls line the shelves. There are a few board games, and even some stuffed animals, with polar bears and seals being favored alongside more traditional teddy bears. While the building seems normal enough, it has an eerie feel to it. Are the dolls moving around while you're not looking at them? There's a door near the back that leads to an employees only area, but it's completely empty except for one a chair that has a note glued heavily onto it. The note reads "dont trust the toys. i took a marionette apart and it put itself back together overnight plus every other toy moved up against this door. the chair kept the door closed fine but i still wouldnt trust them". At least there's also a public bathroom readily available.

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[Alfie finds himself very suddenly knocked to the side, and he has to scramble to catch himself, letting out a hiss of pain as he awkwardly lands on his elbow.]

What? What is it?

[Still a little addled, he just assumes that something's happened - maybe the anomalies are knocking at the windows and doors again.]

[ Royce drags himself a bit away from Alfie - he's almost nauseated. He sits up, leaning on his hand, other arm wrapped around himself, and tries not to - cry? Throw up? He doesn't know. He just breathes heavily, hunched over with his back to Alfie. ]

Night - nightmare. [ Royce mutters, just to ease Alfie's mind as far as attacks go. ]

Edited 2017-04-19 18:51 (UTC)

[Oh. Okay.

That's bad, but it's not the kind of bad that Alfie had worried it would be, so he lets himself drop back down onto the floor on his back. He just needs a moment here.]

How often do you have those?

[ Sorry, Alfie. Royce feels vaguely bad that he's reacting this way and that Alfie got knocked. But he's still in that unsteady transition between awake and asleep, trying to sort out his head. ]

Not often. [ Usually he's too tired to dream. ] Not like this.

Have some food. Something to eat.

[ He doesn't answer. Instead, he slowly eases himself back down to lay on the floor on his side. ]

Royce. Food, yeah?

[ He makes a negative noise. Nah. ]

I'm not gonna eat until you do. Are we both gonna fucking waste away?

Not hungry. [ He doesn't believe Alfie won't eat, really. ]

Royce, I know for a fact that you haven't eaten in twenty-four hours. Yeah? At least.

You slept most of that. You don't know what I've eaten.

All right, then, what have you eaten?

Bag of chips. Jerky. [ Things he knows he has a lot of and Alfie can't verify if he actually did or not. ]

... Yeah. All right.

[It could be true.]

Still, I'm not gonna eat until you do. I know that what you're feeling kills the appetite, and that's not something we can afford now.

Fine. [ He's not going to waste food. Whatever he has to promise Alfie to get him to stop nagging at him about eating. He pulls the blanket closer, staring vacantly at the floor. ]

Yeah. So you're gonna have more in a few hours, then.

[ Royce grunts. He's not going to be helpful here. ]

[Alfie hesitates, then goes with True Honesty (TM).]

I don't know how to help besides bullying you into it.

[ It takes a few minutes to sink in, and Royce just sighs slowly, finally. ]

I'll eat, Solomons. Not now.

Thank you.

[ And he very much means that. ]

We agreed, right, that we'd look after one another.

I know. [ And he appreciates it, in a way he's very scared of. Quieter: ] I've been told I'm not an easy person to look after.

Neither am I. I'm a right fucking pain in the arse.

[ Royce rolls over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. ]

Don't I know it. [ Okay, so he's feeling enough to be able to tease. At least that's good. ]

Edited 2017-04-20 21:00 (UTC)

Ah, fuck off. You appreciate me.

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