Ben Paul (
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paradisalogs2013-06-28 09:37 pm
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Lay me down on a bed of roses
Who: Ben and YOU!
What: Arriving in Paradisa
When: 28th
Where: Lobby
Rating: PG13 kid has a mouth. Here be your spoiler warning for the game.
[Ben had never really thought much about how fast it takes for a bullet to do its work. Not until he needed it to, anyway. He'd heard the shot, but after that, nothing. It went fast, really fast. There was a vague feeling of gratitude as Kenny pulled the trigger, giving him a mercy he knew he didn't deserve from the man. He'd surrendered to the blackness willingly, no longer a burden to the ever smaller mish-mash of humanity that was their group.
The blackness doesn't last, and that's when he appears on the floor of the lobby of Paradisa, his letterman jacket covered in blood. His blood. Walker's blood. It's a mix, really. He takes in a panicked gasp, scrabbling at the floor and looking around in sheer panic. The alleyway is gone. The walkers are gone. So are Kenny and Lee. ...The pain too.
He glances down at his stomach, the metal that had been sticking out there, a final, horrible promise that he wasn't getting out of that alley is missing. His hand automatically goes to his head, his hair matted with blood (definitely all his own this time) but no hole. Did Kenny miss? He couldn't have. He brings his hand back down to stare at the blood for a moment, before turning to glance around him again, looking for any signs of life.
He's definitely not in Georgia any more]
What the fuck is going on?
What: Arriving in Paradisa
When: 28th
Where: Lobby
Rating: PG13 kid has a mouth. Here be your spoiler warning for the game.
[Ben had never really thought much about how fast it takes for a bullet to do its work. Not until he needed it to, anyway. He'd heard the shot, but after that, nothing. It went fast, really fast. There was a vague feeling of gratitude as Kenny pulled the trigger, giving him a mercy he knew he didn't deserve from the man. He'd surrendered to the blackness willingly, no longer a burden to the ever smaller mish-mash of humanity that was their group.
The blackness doesn't last, and that's when he appears on the floor of the lobby of Paradisa, his letterman jacket covered in blood. His blood. Walker's blood. It's a mix, really. He takes in a panicked gasp, scrabbling at the floor and looking around in sheer panic. The alleyway is gone. The walkers are gone. So are Kenny and Lee. ...The pain too.
He glances down at his stomach, the metal that had been sticking out there, a final, horrible promise that he wasn't getting out of that alley is missing. His hand automatically goes to his head, his hair matted with blood (definitely all his own this time) but no hole. Did Kenny miss? He couldn't have. He brings his hand back down to stare at the blood for a moment, before turning to glance around him again, looking for any signs of life.
He's definitely not in Georgia any more]
What the fuck is going on?
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Nymeria!
[ the girl's voice cracks like a whip. arya stands a little ways away, glaring at the wolf. nymeria's eyes roll in annoyance, but she returns obediently. only then does arya look at the newcomer. ]
What happened to you?
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BIG WOLF BIG WOLF.
[He manages to scuttle a little out of the way, trying to find anything he can smack it on the head with. They didn't think the animals had it, but it was better safe than sorry. Luckily for him, nothing comes to hand and suddenly there's a little girl here. A little, living girl. He frowns, confused]
I...I thought Crawford got rid of all the kids.
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I...I'm not hurt. [He should be. He should be fucking dead. He catches the word healers, does she mean doctors? He is so done with doctors] Where are we? Are we still in Savannah? This doesn't look like Savannah.
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Oh, Jesus.
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...He looks alive enough though, and honestly, he needs to know where he is. How to find Lee and the others again]
Where did you come from?
[He can't be from Crawford. Maybe Molly had friends she didn't tell them about?]
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sneaky phone tags
... Ben?
[When Lee had come for her, alone, she could only assume why. They wouldn't have split up or left him alone unless...]
Ben!
[Clem decides it's more than okay to run over and latch onto his neck, not minding the mess. It only makes her think that maybe she's right about what happened to him and the others.]
like a ninja
Clem. [He sounds so relived. Wherever the heck they are, Clem is alive and Clem is safe. That's more important than anything else] Thank god you're okay. I was worried. We all were.
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[She stays where she is, looking at him with worry. Ben never really fit in with the adults, did he?]
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Bond pauses, one hand in his pocket as he regards the boy]
That seems to depends entirely on who you ask.
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Then who do I have to ask?
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I'm afraid the person responsible for this has yet to reveal themselves. The popular opinion is that we've been taken here by the castle, itself, which I find absurd.
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That's probably why it takes him a solid stunned second to actually recognize Ben, and why he's struck briefly dumb when he finally does. ]
Ben?
[ Why is he covered in blood?
Goddammit. ]
When did you get here? What happened?
[ Because right now the immediate concern is making sure that none of that very fresh looking blood is from any wounds that are still open. ]
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Seriously, what the fuck was going on]
What do you mean what happened you were right here. [His head snaps around him, trying desperately to recognise anything of their surroundings] Where's Kenny? And uh... Savannah.
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[ He was already thinking, thinking.. it had been Zelos's friend to come heal him, hadn't it? Maybe he could find her again. ]
I haven't been for a long time. It's a long story - were you bitten?
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He approaches timidly, keeping a safe distance, in case all that blood isn't his. ]
The castle. It brought you here.
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But no...he's not a kid, is he? A midget? How has he even survived out here]
...There aren't any castles in Savannah. [Or all of Georgia, come to that]
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You are not in Savannah any longer. I'm sorry.
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Still, being there was so much more to explore it was taking a few days to explore everything. Today was the day she decided she'd use to explore outside (outside, they actually could go outside) but as she was making her way out there through the lobby (an area she'd been avoiding since her bloody arrival) this... wasn't what she had expected to find.
All that blood on him, in his hair too even, and in this place... it was a little too familiar for comfort.
And thus she sprang towards him in a panic]
A-Are you okay!?
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Where the hell am I?
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I-I'm sorry! Y-You're in Paradisa, n-not where ever you were before... I-It's really kind of weird, I know b-but...
[ugh she is bad at this, she's just scrambling to think of what to say in a situation like this.]
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She stops rather alarmed when she sees the source is a human male covered in blood. There's no way to really tell if it's all his or not, what with every human sharing the same blood color, so she isn't sure if she should be concerned for him or someone else.
Of course, Paradisa does like to take people from their weakest moments. She should know. She bets it's all his blood. With that, she approaches a bit cautiously.]
Hey, you don't look so good.
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Wh-what are you? [Wow, RUDE] Where am I?
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Well one, I am a troll. You can ask more about that later. And two, this is Purradisa. Do you need bandages?
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oh god look what i found in the depths of my inbox
ohohoho
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