[log] Decoherence [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone
Location: In Norfinbury, and yet not.
Date: At all times, and yet not.
Summary: What you remember isn't what happened, probably. A place to play out situations that happened in the test drives or elsewhere. Things that happened and didn't happen.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

Comments

[headjacked]

I have been. Waaaay too limbo-y for my tastes.

But hey, I know a way we could add a little color.

[devoutish]

[Alfie stares at his own hands, palms up - but then his eyes flicker to Rhys, raising his eyebrows. Okay, go on.]

[headjacked]

[ Alright, Alfie.

You kinda-sorta asked for it.

His hand goes back to his waist and he draws a ridciulous-by-Alfie-standards looking gun. And then pulls the trigger, aiming for Alfie's leg. ]

[devoutish]

[That was. Definitely not expected. Alfie howls in pain, collapsing onto the snow. It's been a long time since he's been shot, and he did not miss the experience.]

[headjacked]

[ There's the laughter, cutting deeper than any physical wound. This Rhys slaps his knee before straightening up, exhaling deeply. ]

I'm a man of my word!

[ He gestures to the blood in the snow, grin splitting his borrowed face. It's wrong. It's so so wrong. ]

[devoutish]

[What the fuck, Jack. But hey, Alfie's at least more present and less melancholy now. He staggers to his feet and lunges for him - as well as he can with the bum leg, anyway - trying to knock or grab the gun out of his hand.]