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Who: Patience (maybe Temperance can jump in)
When: early Nov 1
Where: crawling out of a cemetery
Warnings: ZOMBIE!VIRTUE
Patience finally got tired of waiting and woke up.
There was water running down his neck and he was freezing cold and mud seeped in all around him. The water was rising slowly. He had no idea what was going on outside, but if he didn't make a push for escape now, he'd drown in mud and nobody would ever find his worm-eaten corpse. He kicked upwards. It took a few attempts before he heard a crack, and he tried pushing his shoulder against the lid. The wood splintered again. It was poor quality and warped with the excessive moisture. Patience held his breath and shoved upwards, dragging the dirt in around him and shoving his hands upwards.
For once, he thanked the gods for the laziness of his burier. The mud was thin, barely a foot thick, and slick with water. He managed to get a grasp on a tuft of grass and slowly, agonisingly dragged himself upwards. He gasped as his face broke through. There had been barely any air left in the coffin. He was freezing, wet, and exhausted, and lay on the ground for a few minutes, his legs still in the grave, to pull himself together for the final escape from the grave. His joints creaked as he came up, cramping and stiff from lying down for so long. Then, with slow, painful movements, Patience pulled himself up using the gravestone for support, and started to walk away.
There were a few people on the sidewalk when he emerged from the cemetery. They stared at him. He was grey from dehydration and lack of sunlight and oxygen, covered in mud, staggering with his stiff muscles, and when he tried to speak it came out as a breathy moan, as his vocal chords were dry and unused. Someone asked if it was a delayed Halloween prank, which seemed to calm a couple of people and make the more superstitious even more afraid. Patience ignored them and kept walking, a clod of earth and a worm falling out of his trouser leg. He sneezed and a slug flew out of his nose.
He wasn't sure where he was going. He just knew he was dying for a hot bath and a long sleep in a soft bed, and that everyone on the street was giving him an extremely wide berth. When he paused to ask for directions, suddenly nobody was close enough to ask.
When: early Nov 1
Where: crawling out of a cemetery
Warnings: ZOMBIE!VIRTUE
Patience finally got tired of waiting and woke up.
There was water running down his neck and he was freezing cold and mud seeped in all around him. The water was rising slowly. He had no idea what was going on outside, but if he didn't make a push for escape now, he'd drown in mud and nobody would ever find his worm-eaten corpse. He kicked upwards. It took a few attempts before he heard a crack, and he tried pushing his shoulder against the lid. The wood splintered again. It was poor quality and warped with the excessive moisture. Patience held his breath and shoved upwards, dragging the dirt in around him and shoving his hands upwards.
For once, he thanked the gods for the laziness of his burier. The mud was thin, barely a foot thick, and slick with water. He managed to get a grasp on a tuft of grass and slowly, agonisingly dragged himself upwards. He gasped as his face broke through. There had been barely any air left in the coffin. He was freezing, wet, and exhausted, and lay on the ground for a few minutes, his legs still in the grave, to pull himself together for the final escape from the grave. His joints creaked as he came up, cramping and stiff from lying down for so long. Then, with slow, painful movements, Patience pulled himself up using the gravestone for support, and started to walk away.
There were a few people on the sidewalk when he emerged from the cemetery. They stared at him. He was grey from dehydration and lack of sunlight and oxygen, covered in mud, staggering with his stiff muscles, and when he tried to speak it came out as a breathy moan, as his vocal chords were dry and unused. Someone asked if it was a delayed Halloween prank, which seemed to calm a couple of people and make the more superstitious even more afraid. Patience ignored them and kept walking, a clod of earth and a worm falling out of his trouser leg. He sneezed and a slug flew out of his nose.
He wasn't sure where he was going. He just knew he was dying for a hot bath and a long sleep in a soft bed, and that everyone on the street was giving him an extremely wide berth. When he paused to ask for directions, suddenly nobody was close enough to ask.
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Date: 2012-11-02 03:00 am (UTC)Between the flooding and the city-wide idiots traipsing around and hung over from the night before Temperance was losing her cool. She had thought for a long time that something had happened to Patience, she knew the Sins were in on it.
A figure staggered from a distance, her heart leaping a little at it's shadow. It was Patience! But as she came closer he looked awful.
"Patience?" she asked mildly, reaching out a hand to see if he could remember her.
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Date: 2012-11-02 04:57 am (UTC)"Tempe," he tried to say, cracked lips mouthing the word. "Water." He staggered dizzily.
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Date: 2012-11-03 03:17 am (UTC)"Sit," she instructed him with a motherly tone, sliding out a chair from an outside patio of a nearby restaurant.
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Date: 2012-11-03 03:20 am (UTC)"I've... been... waiting," he gasped out, flexing his fingers and trying again.
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Date: 2012-11-03 03:21 am (UTC)"Slowly Patience," she took the bottle from him twisting the cap open and handing it back.
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Date: 2012-11-03 04:03 am (UTC)"How far is it to your house?" he croaked, able to talk a little better. "I need a bath."
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Date: 2012-11-03 04:11 am (UTC)"Not far at all." She was glad to see him though, he didn't realize just how much. She'd been worried for weeks.
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Date: 2012-11-03 04:28 am (UTC)"Could you run the bath?" he asked Temperance, nudging his sweater out of the way of the plug hole in the shower. "I just need to rinse." He wasn't really bothered if Tempe saw him naked. He was just so tired and he'd been alone for so long.
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Date: 2012-11-03 03:21 pm (UTC)She started the bath, intent on not leaving him. "Sit," she pressed him gently into the tub into a seated position, taking the sprayer of warm water and gently letting it trickle down starting with his head. Temperance was the motherly type, she liked taking care of things, in the way she decided. Patience needed assistance, she just wanted him to relax so she could know what happened. Then whoever had caused this, she would confront them.
"Is that better?" she rubbed her hand through his hair getting all the mud, dirt, and bugs out.
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Date: 2012-11-03 07:44 pm (UTC)After a few minutes, he rubbed a hand over his eyes and sighed, "I was buried. Because you're wondering. In a cemetery. Someone called for help down an alley, and..." He trailed off, his fingers going to the back of his head where the scabs still clung to his hair. His immortal body had healed itself, but the area still felt a little sensitive.
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Date: 2012-11-03 09:17 pm (UTC)She lathered the soap through his hair vertigo rid of all the grime.
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Date: 2012-11-04 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-04 03:48 pm (UTC)She took the sprayer from him, rinsing out the dirty, soapy water. He already looked more flush. "You're here now, that's what matters." She squeezed his shoulders lightly. "I'm glad you're back."
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Date: 2012-11-04 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 10:10 pm (UTC)"A hurricane swept through the city just a few days ago. There's so many lives lost, Patience. So many still that need help."