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fossilised2015-08-28 12:21 am
armoured) wrote in fossilised2015-08-28 12:21 am
Snowblind Body Shenanigans
This is an open post for anyone set in Norfinbury. It's a random scenario where @Admin has (for mysterious meme reasons) decided to give Al his body back. This isn't game canon, obviously, I just wanted to play about with Al in his body as it will never happen in game. Action and network responses are welcome, as well as fudging the locations of characters.
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[Al has become used to his periods of unconsciousness during the night now. He still can't think of them as sleep, not without dreams or his real body to rest in, but they're at least predictable. Usually he wakes quickly and without any grogginess that would come from real sleep, but today everything has changed.
He wakes up slowly that morning.
As soon as he wakes up, he knows everything is different. He can feel the wooden flooring under his back, rough and splintered, and hear the thud of his heart beating in his ears. He lifts one stick thin arm in amazement to stare at it, almost uncomprehending as he looks at his fingers splayed out in front of his eyes. This must be a dream. It has to be a dream, his first one in years, but... God, it feels so real.
He's in a state of shock as he pulls up to unsteady feet and scoops up his tablet automatically. He can barely keep hold of it, his fingers have none of his usual dexterity and his hands are trembling violently. It's this trembling that causes his fingers to slip and activate the video feed. The camera is at a strange angle, but it shows the upper half of a teenage boy in an extreme state of emaciation. His ribs are protruding and his stomach is concave. He has long blond hair that hangs down over one eye, the other one is wide and staring in surprise.
His legs seem ready to fold almost at once, but he forces himself to walk to the door and open it. The sunlight on the snow almost blinds him, and the wind causes goosebumps to raise on his skin immediately. He sets one bare foot in the snow and gasps, a delighted and amazed sound.]
Wow, it's so cold...
[He laughs softly, unable to stop the sheer wonder bubbling out of him. Is this real? Can it truly be so?]
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[Al has become used to his periods of unconsciousness during the night now. He still can't think of them as sleep, not without dreams or his real body to rest in, but they're at least predictable. Usually he wakes quickly and without any grogginess that would come from real sleep, but today everything has changed.
He wakes up slowly that morning.
As soon as he wakes up, he knows everything is different. He can feel the wooden flooring under his back, rough and splintered, and hear the thud of his heart beating in his ears. He lifts one stick thin arm in amazement to stare at it, almost uncomprehending as he looks at his fingers splayed out in front of his eyes. This must be a dream. It has to be a dream, his first one in years, but... God, it feels so real.
He's in a state of shock as he pulls up to unsteady feet and scoops up his tablet automatically. He can barely keep hold of it, his fingers have none of his usual dexterity and his hands are trembling violently. It's this trembling that causes his fingers to slip and activate the video feed. The camera is at a strange angle, but it shows the upper half of a teenage boy in an extreme state of emaciation. His ribs are protruding and his stomach is concave. He has long blond hair that hangs down over one eye, the other one is wide and staring in surprise.
His legs seem ready to fold almost at once, but he forces himself to walk to the door and open it. The sunlight on the snow almost blinds him, and the wind causes goosebumps to raise on his skin immediately. He sets one bare foot in the snow and gasps, a delighted and amazed sound.]
Wow, it's so cold...
[He laughs softly, unable to stop the sheer wonder bubbling out of him. Is this real? Can it truly be so?]
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Um, that one, there was nobody using it but me.
[He answers the unspoken question in an undertone, nodding towards one of the closed doors off to the side.]
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Meaning yeah he's scooping up Al and carrying him into the other room because now is not the time for stumbly bumblefuck footsteps. Sorry about the brief indignity, kiddo. He puts Al down again once the door is shut and immediately begins rummaging around for anything even vaguely resembling clothing. ]
We have to - you know, we have to get you warm. You got any sheets around here? ...Pants?
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No.
[He has the grace to at least look a little embarrassed, hand coming up to rub the back of his head.]
I didn't haven't needed to wear pants or use sheets for five years, I don't really have that sort of thing.
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[ He has a spare sports jersey back at his own shelter, but hadn't thought to pick it up in his rush to come to the rescue. Which he's going to proceed to kick himself over, since Tim wouldn't be Tim without a great big stack of self-loathing.
After some hesitation, he takes off his stupid scarf and hands that overIt should help a little, at least. ]
Not gonna offer you my pants. That's where I draw the line.
[ Making shite jokes while standing around awkwardly and wondering if he should leave yet: ~the Tim Wright experience~ ]
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The rather ungrateful thought flashes through Al's mind as Tim starts to unwind the scarf, but he squashes it almost immediately. If he is going to catch it, then he'll have caught it already, adding in the man's scarf which he's breathed all over isn't going to make a difference.
So he smiles and takes it, wrapping it around his neck rather incongruously to the rest of his state of undress.]
Mm, it's so warm.
[Duh. But he looks enamoured.]
Are you sure you don't mind?