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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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Softly, he prods: ] And that's only the start, yeah? Heh, maybe we'll get lucky and find another house with a fireplace soon. Get you some good eats!
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[Al bends down to the side of the sofa and struggles to lift his pack up onto his lap. It's so surreal to him to struggle with something like this, when yesterday he had been able to lift it with barely any effort at all.
He fishes around inside for a few moments before pulling out a tattered notebook, which he hands over to Zack. Inside are lists upon lists of food and drink items, with the ink faded enough near the beginning to show that it was begun long ago, and the pages worn enough to show how often it had been read by wistful eyes.]
See? Chocolate was on there, right near the top. Just under Granny's apple pie and Miss Gracia's quiche.
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unlike some bunkmate he knows.But understanding he's more than got permission, he does finally gingerly flip to the first page. And there they are, just as he noted. Some of it's in older scrawl than others. Some of it's been moved down or up the list. And some of it's definitely been smudged and harder to discern. And it's a pattern that continues with torn pages here and there as he starts to page through the rest of its contents. The list goes on for a while before it finally peters off and Zack bows his head with closed eyes a moment.
When he's next opening them, it's so he can glance back to his own bag. Unzipping its front pocket, he pulls out a pen and offers it to Al. Then, he flips open the notebook and points to chocolate. ] Looks like you've got something to cross out now. [ He wishes he could somehow get a hold of his granny or let whoever "Miss Gracia" know about Al, too. But... this was still a start, right? ]
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...I guess you're right.
[He takes the pen in slightly clumsy fingers, as he doesn't really have the dexterity for delicate movement yet, and puts a tentative line right through the word 'chocolate', giggling like a kid caught doing something naughty.]
That feels really weird, like I'm a vandal now.