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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[There might even be a touch of disappointment in his tone, just a touch. Lee had saved him from the bell tower in Crawford, had made it seem like he was WORTH being alive. But there was still a part of him that thought maybe the whole group would be better off if he was dead]
So this is...what? A second chance.
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What sort of food do you have?
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How will I know which one's mine? [He was just pointed to the one in the motel, and after that, well, they slept where they could when they could]
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[ arya heads up stairs, expecting him to follow. nymeria trots beside her. ]
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You know a lot about this place.
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How long is a long time?
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[ she pushes the door open for him. ]
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What's your name?
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Thank you for your help.
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[ the wolf turns and stands outside the door. ]
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she's not very good at explaining so once everything is set, she leaves. she shuts the door quietly behind her; nymeria and arya both return to their own rooms. ]
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Thanks, mysterious child]