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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The one with all the food and supplies in it, yeah.
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[ There's something terse in his tone. ]
He's the one who took her.
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Shit. And he followed us all the way to Savannah?
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[ Lee very clearly does not enjoy this line of conversation, but he's not halting it. ]
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I got her, Ben. As much good as that does. She's okay.
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Then that's good.
[Probably as good as they could hope for. He'll just exhale, watching the floor awkwardly. As much as he genuinely liked Lee, he knew there was still a lot of things not right between them, all his own doing, of course. It wasn't exactly easy any more, having a normal conversation with the man he'd caused so much trouble for.
So he'll shuffle awkwardly. Wanting to go, but remaining in case Lee should need any more information from him]
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[ He's looking at him, expression shuttered. He and Ben might still have a lot to work through, but Ben is part of his group, like it or not. He still lingers sometimes on the thought of leaving Lilly by the side of the road. How much different would it be to bail on Ben here? ]
Clem'll be happy to see you, too.
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I will. Thanks.
[At the mention of Clementne, he gives a strained smile]
She usually is. [Not that he'll ever understand WHY she feels that way. He'll glance towards the door] I should probably find my own room. [Try to work out what he's supposed to do next. He hadn't really made a plan for himself posthumously] Thanks for the shower and the...uh talk.
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I'll see you around, Ben.
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[He'll just mope away now, probably get lost a few times, you know the drill]