Angstfest 2011 [ open ]

[saeptuose]

Who: A whole bunch of people.
What: People waiting outside the Unnatural for their loved ones to be revived.
Where: Outside the Unnatural
When: Technically 24th - 26th
Warnings: Angst and sads and gross cute things later, probably. Will update accordingly.
Notes: There are threads for all three days, but you can make your own if you want! Don't

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DAY THREE/REVIVALS

[saeptuose]

Re: DAY THREE/REVIVALS

[consultmybooks]

[...well, this was unpleasant. Being brought here from his own quick, sudden death had been nothing compared to this.

There are moments where Giles can still feel the mandibles of the corpsepede under his skin, moving dead muscle and broken bone. There are moments where he can still feel the claws tearing through his skin and tearing out his life. The sight of his own mangled body occasionally flashes through his eyes.

Needless to say, he's probably been sick a couple of times already, and Giles doesn't look well on his feet as he leaves the Unnatural. The sight of the crowd waiting outside...kind of stuns him. As does the quiet. Everything is...just so quiet.

It should be nice, after the screaming and chittering and whispering. But it isn't. It's dizzying and frightening. It's almost an entirely new level of hell. Gives a quality of unreality to everything that he'd wanted to escape in the Unnatural

[needsheadphones]

The first thing she notices is not the fact that there are no longer bullets in her chest, or the fact that her hallucinations have ceased and there is no longer a wraith whispering in her ear.

No, the first thing she notices is that she can't see.

She should have expected this, really -- she lost her sense of hearing last time, but her music is still with her, headphones on and (after some fumbling) music playing. Rebecca's blind as a bat otherwise, though, taking every step carefully with her hands outstretched.

Of course, her hands aren't exactly high enough to stop her from running into a rock, though, and she swears.

"Fuck, that hurt."

[gumshoewizard]

"Becca?"

God, his throat still felt like sandpaper from days of not actually speaking. The rest of him felt like a mix of jello and lead. But he was still here on the third day, waiting, watching the treeline like a hawk. He hovered at the back, avoiding the pools of people sitting together in consolation, waiting for the dead to return.

He spots her and takes off in a run, despite how sore his legs are still. He recognizes the motion of pulling headphones up before he recognizes her, and he taps the side of them before pulling them down on her shoulders.

"Becca?"

[needsheadphones]

There's movement all around her; she can hear it, but she can't see it, and it makes her cautious. There are footsteps approaching -- someone running? -- and she tenses, waiting to be attacked again or to be knocked over, but instead there's... a tap on her headphones, and then they're being pulled down, and...

"Harry?"

She tries to move to face him, but the fact of the matter is that it's hard to tell where he's standing, and so she sort of spins in a circle before giving up.

"I can't see. You didn't die too, did you? Where's your face?"

[gumshoewizard]

He gently, carefully, moves her around until she's facing him. The blank gaze she gives him is enough for him to guess that she can't see, so he keeps his hands on her shoulders to brace her. So he can continually remind himself that she's alive and breathing and that's all thats important right now.

"You lost track of the six-foot, nine inch wizard? Some Batman you are."

[needsheadphones]

[ She smiles, carefully moving her hands up his arms to his shoulders, reaching even more to trace over his face (and see if you've shaved at all in the past few days, however many have gone by). ]

Hey, even Batman fucks up sometimes. He loses track of a guy dressed like a clown all the time.

[gumshoewizard]

[He leans his head down to her hands, letting her feel that -- yay! Harry actually shaved and cleaned himself up a bit before coming over to wait for her.]

Are you calling me the Joker?

[Gods, in spite of himself, he's actually smiling.]

[needsheadphones]

[ Awww, good. She traces over the lines of his face, smile widening as she notices his smile beneath her fingertips. ]

Nah, he wears too much purple.

[gumshoewizard]

[Its a tired smile, a smile faded by guilt and stress, but a smile.]

At least I'm not Robin. I'm too tall to be Robin.

[needsheadphones]

[ And that's a start. She keeps touching his face, as if she can ease away the guilt and stress and tiredness from his smile with her hands the same way she can code a computer. ]

The tights would be interesting, though.

[gumshoewizard]

[It's...weird. Strange. But he won't deny her the comfort. Its good to feel her hands. It was proof, visceral and real and profound, that she was alive. There was nothing in the world more human than touch.]

I dont think they make tights for giraffes, Rebecca.

[needsheadphones]

[ As if sensing some discomfort, she moves her hands into his hair, leaning into him slightly. God, she's tired, even after being dead for several days. ]

They should. I'd pay to see it.

[gumshoewizard]

I find your interest in getting me into tights disturbing.

[And you know what? He's sort of tired of standing here, now. So hold on, Becca, because Harry is going to take both of those hands and start to lead her towards the nearest vortex.]

C'mon, lets get out of the way.

[needsheadphones]

As you should.

[ Aww, but she was feeling up your scalp, Harry! Oh well. ]

All right.

[ She doesn't bother saying "don't let me trip" -- she trusts him enough not to. ]

[gumshoewizard]

[His scalp can't be THAT interesting, come on.

And hells bells, the only reason he didn't pick her up bridal style and carry her was that he figured she'd kick his ass with her kung fu or something.]

Are you hungry?