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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 22:08:02 GMT
It takes a while for all the ruckus to die down. It takes even longer for the Host to wake up. He lies limp besides Nevada, a stone cold doll of a body, not yet wound up by his master. The stench of decay is horrifying for a human, and the last of the zombies still claw at the two occupied doors. The third, however, still reminds shut. No need to rush things if a door isn't locked, anyway. NEVADA RAINESNevada had no recollection of the events that occurred in the great dining hall; in fact, he is in a state of total calm, of apathy, almost. He is in a dull, philosophical state, and is prone to raw emotion because there is no longer any barrier to hold them in. He will obey the orders of the Host, whether or not he likes it. He's not quite leveled up for rebellion, after all. (Preposterous, really. Rebellion? Gee, what will you think of next? A coup d'etat? Don't be silly.)
Psst. Nevada. Time to wake up now.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 15, 2014 5:40:41 GMT
At some point he must have lost consciousness. Nevada couldn’t really place when, but he realized his cheek was pressed to the ground when his eyes fluttered open. It was strange to wake up in an unfamiliar place with glimpses of the undead just on the edge of his vision yet feel so calm. Why wasn’t he afraid? He scrunched up his face in thought, only to find a sort of haze over his mind. Actually, he didn’t even quite feel himself. Something wasn’t right.
He managed to sit up to find that he was lying besides their host and he did indeed catch sight of the undead from the edges of his sight. They clawed the doors, completely ignoring him and the host. He was suddenly aware of the stench hanging heavy in the room. It was almost suffocating but it seemed of no consequence to him. What was wrong with him? It didn’t really matter did it? His attention turned back to the sleeping face of the host. How long did he plan to sleep?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 22:26:26 GMT
The host cranked his back further than should be humanly possible. His grin was sharp, smart, calculating, in an arrogant sense. It seemed like his previous demeanor was completely discarded. He even threw off his dark glasses, eyes red and rotting. "You're awake now?" He demanded, forehead pressed against Nevada's, with a sickening smile. "Good, they're making progress and we ought to make chase!" There was a grotesque cheer about his voice, as now up on his feet, trying to exercise the joints in his fake of a body. "Tell me about yourself, won't you! About your little prostitute boyfriend and his tastes in shoddy men!" He rose his hand to lay in offer for Nevada. "Come, we must find the ring!"The Host kicked the head off a rotting zombie nearby, and it flew across the room, hitting the door of ROOM ONE, causing a loud bang. No ring slid out. NEVADA RAINES |
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 30, 2014 21:39:25 GMT
As soon as the host was awake, Nevada wished he had stayed asleep. There was just something unnerving about this guy. He was hardly in a position to complain, however. And he sat, meeting the host’s eerie red gaze that was mere inches from his face. “Why must we chase them?” Nevada spoke, though he felt like he was speaking through a mouthful of cotton. His eyebrows knitted together.
“I am Nevada,” he began, not quite getting what the other man was implying in his current state. When his brain made the connection, a bubble of rage rose to the surface. “Do not insult Angel.” He snapped, reaching up to grab the other man’s collar but he ended up taking the hand instead. After pulled himself to his feet, he looked for any sign of Angel without success.
“What is this ring for?”
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