Shane Walsh ☠ 001

[walkersurvivor]

Who: Deputy Sheriff Shane Walsh and somarium!
Where: Espoir
Style: Either - You choose!
Status: O P E N
Note: You can respond via Dreamberry or in person, just make sure you let me know which one you choose!"The hell is this? The hell is this

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In person

[highwarlockmb]

It's not every day Magnus sees a hot figure on a cold day just streaking past him, calling out for help.

Farbeit from the High Warlock of Brooklyn to ignore the call of duty, especially when he was personally invested - that is to say, he found the new arrival attractive and couldn't overlook the opportunity.

"That's a delicious accent," he drawled, bare fingers flashing glitter and red paint as he offered a lazy wave. He was wearing tall leather boots, leather pants, and a fur-lined leather coat, not able to pass up the chance for a fashion statement even for a snowy walk to the liquor store. He was trying to acquire some things legitimately, at least some of the time.

[walkersurvivor]

He'd learned not to trust anybody until they spoke, until they showed signs of actually being a human. Walkers didn't talk, they always had a certain walk and look about them, they just didn't look right, and they sure as hell weren't covered in glitter. After lowering his gun, he gave the man a once over and shook his head, not having encountered too many people that looked like this in King County, Georgia. Yeah, he'd seen a few in downtown Atlanta, but not in the small town where he was from.

"'Scuse me?"

He removed his baseball cap and ran his hand over his non-existent hair, wiping the sweat from his forehead and eyes. Didn't want to be dealing with this, but he really had no choice. Walkers could be everywhere and he didn't really know where the safe areas were... or where his group was. "Look, I don't know what's goin' on, but I sure as hell know I ain't in Georgia anymore. Just answer me this, how many walkers are around? Is it as bad as it was in Atlanta?"

[highwarlockmb]

One glittery brow raised at that line of questioning, Magnus looking nonplussed by the choice in topic, though his eyes were still interested, doing a slow crawl up and down the new arrival as he spoke. Were they talking about foot traffic? And why was that worth discussing?

"I wouldn't know, darling. I've been here for over two years, and before that I lived in Brooklyn. It's been ages since I spent any length of time in the South." Though if this is how local boys were homegrown, well, he might be forced to rethink his next vacation.

[walkersurvivor]

You're damn right it's worth discussing. It's probably the most important thing to discuss and he, quite honestly, didn't understand why the gentleman standing opposite of him right now was not concerned about a possible walker in the vicinity. Did he just not care 'bout getting bit?

"Here I was thinkin' it was the entire country, maybe even the entire world that was overrun with 'em, but you mean to tell me they ain't got walkers up in New York? That all this time we been fightin' for our lives and you been sittin' pretty wearin' your glitter and your leather pants?" He shook his head, "Well I'll be damned..."

[highwarlockmb]

"I'm sorry, darling -- what are we talking about, exactly?" Magnus prompted, trying to read between the lines of that choppy, yet oddly attractive Southern accent in order to make sense of what he was so concerned about, but the closest he could come up with was--

"Homeless? Honey, they're everywhere. Not here, though. Housing is free. Mm, but I'm glad to hear even a straight Southern boy has an appreciation for glitter."

[walkersurvivor]

Shane stared at Magnus in disbelief, stunned that the man didn't know what walkers were. How could anybody be living in the United States and not be aware of this nationwide epidemic? It was nothing big, just the end of civilized living as everybody knew it.

"Walkers, geeks, the living dead, the undead..." He paused, "I don't really know what they are or what makes 'em that way. Everything but their brain stem is dead and it's kinda weird, you see their brain activity die and then it slowly starts to reanimate, but only in the stem. They're real dangerous, hungry for human flesh and will go all out for a bite of it," he shook his head. "Ain't talkin' bout the homeless, but I bet they were the first to die."

Appreciation for glitter? Yeah, maybe if it was on some dress or shoes on an attractive woman, not so much for glitter on men, though.

"How'd you not know what a walker was? You did say you're from New York, right?"

[highwarlockmb]

"Brooklyn," Magnus reiterated, feeling the need to make the distinction - even though he didn't think his outfit screamed upper east side. Especially not in these boots.

As for their little miscommunication, the part about the living dead, Magnus acknowledged his mistake with a disapproving pursed lower lip. Now there he did have experience, though he imagined his version of the walking dead was a little different, the product of runes gone wrong, not whatever unfortunate series of events transpired in his parallel dimension. Either way, it wasn't pretty, but Magnus didn't go around concerned that he was going to be overtaken by Forsaken.

"Ah. Well, that does ruin my appetite. But you don't have to worry, darling. Last time I checked, there weren't any dead walking around here. Undead, perhaps - though that's another story entirely."