♠ 011 - We don't fight fair. ♠

[zombie_pen]

[sitting at a card table in his back yard, shuffling cards with a cooler of long necks sitting next to the table]

Fay, don't eat the roses! I'm not pulling another thorn out of your mouth.

[shaking his head, he shuffles the cards some more]

Anyone up for a game of poker?

Comments

[vierten_fehler]

Are you... Sam Winchester?

[zombie_pen]

[blinks]

I am. & you are...?

[vierten_fehler]

Souseiseki.

Me and Axel were having a conversation about jobs. I asked if I should get one, he told me to go to school. But I need someone to act as my legal guardian and I would need a fake ID. He told me to look for a guy named Sam Winchester and gave me a description...

...Can you get me one? An ID, that is...

[zombie_pen]

[bites his lower lip, thinking]

Why am I not surprised Axel's involved in this?

[shakes his head]

Yeah, I can get you one. Do you think you could get me a Template ID off one of the citizens to mimick?

[vierten_fehler]

He told me that getting a job would eventually lead to me getting probed by scientists, because I'm not exactly human, but since I look like a school kid, I'd be better off there.

[frowns, that was not a fun topic]

...Yes, I think I can get you one to copy... It should be easy.

Oh, and could you get one for my sister, too?

[zombie_pen]

At least you know you're not exactly human. [makes a face]

If you bring your sister around so I can get a picture to use for the ID, sure thing.

[vierten_fehler]

[blank look, followed by a very confused face] ...What do you mean...?

Okay... I'll get the Template ID and bring you my sister... Is that all?

[zombie_pen]

... my brother brought me back to life after I was stabbed in the back. To do so, he made a deal with a demon. After that... we were never quite sure that I was still completely human. Like maybe something darker had come along for the ride as well.

[nods] That'll do it.

[vierten_fehler]

...Wow... I didn't think things like that could even happen outside of TV...

Then again... I have met someone without a heart, so I guess anything is possible.

[zombie_pen]

My entire life can pretty much be summed up by a montage of every cheesy horror movie out there. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, shapeshifters, witches... the whole nine yards.

Nobodies though... definitely a whole new ballpark for me.

[vierten_fehler]

...Really?

The Nobodies... They are a strange bunch... 'We are alive, but we don't exist'. What is that supposed to mean?

[zombie_pen]

Guess you haven't heard about the joys of growing up as a Winchester.

Technically, I understand. All the supernatural creatures we run across -- you know they don't exist, that they shouldn't be real, yet they breathe & are just as alive as you & me.

[vierten_fehler]

Vampires, werewolves, ghosts and witches... Oh my. Have you ever met a zombie? What about um... Frankenstein? Or... The little old woman who lived in a shoe. She must complain about it a lot...

But... I don't understand... If you can see and feel them, doesn't that make them real?

[zombie_pen]

If by zombie you mean reanimated corpse, then yup, I've met one of those. Frankenstein & the little old lady are just fairytales to the best of my knowledge.

Logic dictates that the stuff that stories are made out of isn't real. That there is a realm where the imaginary creatures belong to, in our minds, & then there's reality where we thrive. It really throws people for a loop when the two collide, as it were, & the things they thought were just make-believe are really out there lurking in the dark.

[vierten_fehler]

Were they pleasant? Did they smell really bad? Do "reanimated corpses" have names?

...Things were so much simpler when there was just 'real' and 'fake'.

[zombie_pen]

If you define "pleasant" as murderous crazy, sure. She reeked to the heavens, as most dead people do. Her name was Angela.

Heh, innocence. I miss those days when things were simply black & white with no gray inbetween.