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And ooh, I'm overcome / And ooh, now I am new

Sep 27, 2010 23:42

It came on him like a bad hangover.

He woke slowly, which was unusual, because ever since he'd turned he seemed to switch off and on like a light bulb, either awake or asleep. But today...

The first thing he noticed was that he hurt. All over. Which as he thought about it, was not unusual. He usually hurt, a dull but ever-present ache that ( Read more... )

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delivery_stud September 28 2010, 06:58:26 UTC

Fate, it would seem, is not without its sense of irony, however...

While Conrad was tossing and turning in distracted inner turmoil, a brisk, sharp knock rapped against the surface of his door.

"Mr. Achenleck?" Lamont's voice floated through the wood, politely inquiring. There was a small pile of boxes sitting by his feet. "You in there?"

1stofficers_log September 28 2010, 07:16:15 UTC

Conrad heard the knock, but the voice was a bit muffled through the bedroom door and across the living room and over Conrad's own insistent thoughts.

He uncurled, reluctantly, but hoping against hope that it would be foul-smelling Hanna and non-smelling zombie and he could, just maybe, relax.

This was not the case.

Conrad froze as soon as his foot hit the living room carpet. He knew without asking who was on the other side of the door - warmth and heat and painfully inviting scent creeping through the cracks like so many spiders.

"No," he said again, to himself, leaning hard against the empty doorframe that led to the hall. He couldn't seem to move, not even to escape back down the hallway.

delivery_stud September 28 2010, 07:21:25 UTC

A few quiet moments passed with no answer, before Lamont raised his hand to knock on the door again.
"Conrad," he called out, more clearly. "Conrad, lemme in. I'm pretty sure you're still there... It's barely past six."

1stofficers_log September 28 2010, 07:29:23 UTC

"NO," Conrad responded without fully thinking about it, because he couldn't just NOT answer, because that would have been rude. But he wasn't about to open the door, either.

Cartoon images of people turning into ham shanks floated unsettlingly behind his eyes.

No. He had done that once and that would be the ONLY time, and that had been Worth's fault ANYWAY. Now he was protected by a door and at least ten feet of space and SELF-CONTROL.

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guren_q1 September 29 2010, 05:45:48 UTC

By now Hanna was mostly recovered. There were the faintest remnants of his aching throat and pounding head, but it was all very easily ignored, especially when there were pressing investigative plans to be had. He'd wanted to sleep through the whole day because, wow, his poor sleep patterns, but he'd had a shift at work. The measly remains of his poisoning didn't feel like it warranted calling out sick. (He was still trying to get back into his managers good graces after calling out so much over the whole Lee's ghost business.) Despite that, there was still a spring in his step as he and his partner made their way to Conrad's apartment once again. It wasn't every day he got to watch Vampires "do their thing" as it were. (And he didn't mean the blood sucking thing either, which made this rarer still ( ... )

POSTBOMBS LIKE A FIEND 1stofficers_log September 29 2010, 05:57:47 UTC

Conrad was at the door so fast he didn't realize he'd left the hallway. He threw it open just wide enough --- and it didn't have to be very wide --- to reach out and grab Hanna by the arm, yanking him bodily inside without giving anybody else (namely Lamont) a chance to sneak in after.

Hanna, at least, he was pretty positive he did not want to eat.

He slammed the door shut, locked it, and put the redheaded investigator firmly between it and himself.

"OhGodHanna," he said, a little weakly, his hands still on Hanna's small shoulders. That awful death-smell had never been so welcome. Suddenly, he could think again. "I don't---ah. Mmm." He shook his head. "Just --- tell him to get out of here!"

BREAKS YOUR SHIT LIKE A BOSS col_roy_joseph September 29 2010, 06:02:10 UTC

I'm a zombie, so perhaps my reflexes aren't what they're supposed to be -- but I've found that, given the right incentive, I can move quickly.

I'm afraid Conrad's door didn't stand a chance.

I smashed it with a fist I hadn't even realised I'd made, broke through the heavy wood without even trying the doorknob, bright crimson-soaked visions of Conrad's face staining my vision.

"Hanna!" I kicked at the part of the door that was still shut, broke away pieces in a sudden terror I didn't know I could still feel. I'd thought it was bad when Hanna had been hit by the ghost, but that had been soothing compared to this.

"HANNA!"

MASS HYSTERIA DDDD8 delivery_stud September 29 2010, 17:19:38 UTC

Lamont had been standing there unassumingly as the other two finally showed up. He could tell with one small glance that the redhead was almost back to his usual perky self (Of course he knew about the poisoning. Word travels fast, especially when it's part of your job to know things.), and the delivery man cracked a smile as they approached.
"Evening, kiddo~" he greeted back with a small salute. He'd started to open his mouth again to explain the situation with how Conrad seemed to stubbornly be refusing them into his home, when the door was open in a flash and Hanna had disappeared inside.
"Whoa--" Lamont stammered slightly, blinking, before the Zombie's sudden leap forward to start pummeling the door had him startling out another, louder expletive. "WHOA! Whoa, whoa...!" He shot his hands out to grab at the dead man's wrists to try and stop him from inflicting further damage to the easily very expensive door, and drawing attention to them all. "Cut it out! What the hell is wrong?!"

guren_q1 October 1 2010, 00:32:19 UTC

"Huh!?" Hanna yelped as he was pulled inside. "Whoa, dude, he's only here to-"

Then the door came crashing in.

"Whoa! Whoa!!" Hanna cried, turning to watch his partner smash Conrad's poor door into pieces. He had never seen the zombie so... alive. (And seriously, dude, whoa. SO. COOL.) "Calm down, Conan! No one is gonna eat me, man! I smell gross again, remember?"

Hanna pulled out his marker and quickly doodled the glow rune on his palm to show him, assuming his partner remembered, in his unusual frenzied state, that it was the magic that turned Hanna's blood unappetizing. His palm began to glow and he held it up for Halbert to see.

(And he offhandedly wished he knew any sort of runes for reconstruction of doors because, uh. Yeah, Conrad's was pretty fucked up.)

THE POST, IT DOES NOTHING 1stofficers_log October 1 2010, 08:02:33 UTC

"My DOOR!" Conrad squeaked, unhappily, before it dawned on him that the door was probably not the end target. And suddenly his life had gone from bad horror movie to bad zombie movie, and he was facing down a walking corpse who was already halfway through his (he had thought) rather sturdy door.

He shrank back behind Hanna as the rune on his palm began to glow. He was holding him out at arm's length between himself and the door, but still refused to completely let go. Especially with the door mostly gone.

...Why couldn't there ever just be a normal day?

col_roy_joseph October 2 2010, 00:20:48 UTC

It didn't occur to me that Lamont was trying to help anything. All I could think was that he was in my way, trying to stop me from saving Hanna, who was being eaten by Conrad, because why wouldn't Condrad eat Hanna if he could? And Lamont -- who was he, really? I didn't know, and because I didin't know, I didn't trust ( ... )