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sixwordstories2014-02-18 12:45 am
gotodeadguy) wrote in sixwordstories2014-02-18 12:45 am
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Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd there goes the neighborhood.
Again.
Again.
You have no idea how much I feel that sentiment.
Nice to know everyone's in the same boat, I guess.
The same horrible, sinking boat.
The same horrible, sinking boat.
I don't know if I'd say everyone. I'm sure there are some optimists out there.
Well yeah, a lot of people are are blissfully unaware of...any number of things. It doesn't make the things less...thingy.
I'm not sure the neighborhood can get any worse.
Sometimes I'm surprised there still is a neighborhood.
[Marcus leans as far back as he can.]
O...kay, can we...can we not with the sniffing?
O...kay, can we...can we not with the sniffing?
[R's face slowly curls into a little "ugh" expression. Look, he gets being a corpse isn't the best...thing that can happen to a guy, but there's the natural smell of decomposition and that. It's like trying to tape a band-aid on a gun shot wound]
Lay off...bleach. Not...hgh-helping.
Lay off...bleach. Not...hgh-helping.
...The usual?
I mean: we have a pretty significant, uh, gang presence. Of multiple gangs. And they do not get along.
I mean: we have a pretty significant, uh, gang presence. Of multiple gangs. And they do not get along.
[Marcus looks mildly offended. Mildly because he would sort of like to lay off the bleach some days; off all the household cleaners. The regime is a drag, and a daily reminder that: here he is! Dead, and not loving it. But offended, because who likes being told they smell?]
Thanks. Comments from the undead peanut gallery: always appreciated. I'll take that under advisement, but between you, me, and both of our reanimated corpses I'm looking to go as long as I can before I have to yank out all of my teeth and shove some other dead guy's in. If that's not a priority to you, hey, it's your afterlife.
Thanks. Comments from the undead peanut gallery: always appreciated. I'll take that under advisement, but between you, me, and both of our reanimated corpses I'm looking to go as long as I can before I have to yank out all of my teeth and shove some other dead guy's in. If that's not a priority to you, hey, it's your afterlife.
Edited 2014-02-20 03:05 (UTC)
[That is honestly the longest thing R's heard in a long...long time. Other zombies aren't much for conversation back where he comes from. The Living tend to be too busy swearing or shooting at him (or screaming) to really get a good back-and-forth going.
It takes him a couple of seconds to realize he's actually getting bitched out. This isn't how he pictured his very first conversation going.]
You...can pass. [R tries to go with the compliments first. Telling someone he looks funeral-parlor ready counts, right? He thinks it counts] Just too...
[He pauses to search for the word]
Jumpy. Take...slower.
It takes him a couple of seconds to realize he's actually getting bitched out. This isn't how he pictured his very first conversation going.]
You...can pass. [R tries to go with the compliments first. Telling someone he looks funeral-parlor ready counts, right? He thinks it counts] Just too...
[He pauses to search for the word]
Jumpy. Take...slower.
Edited (i can html gud) 2014-02-20 03:15 (UTC)
Aliens? Ha! Also, please. What do I look like to you?
[Plenty of zombies aren't much for conversation where Marcus is from, but Marcus has never been able to keep his mouth shut. It's part of his...charm?]
Right, and you...are...a little...
[Well. But there's no reason to be a dick. Maybe he talked like that before he died. Maybe he didn't but he's sensitive about it.]
It looks like you have all your original parts still. That's great, right? Good for you.
[He holds out his hand. His hand. Not his...some other guy's hand.]
Marcus. Deckler.
Right, and you...are...a little...
[Well. But there's no reason to be a dick. Maybe he talked like that before he died. Maybe he didn't but he's sensitive about it.]
It looks like you have all your original parts still. That's great, right? Good for you.
[He holds out his hand. His hand. Not his...some other guy's hand.]
Marcus. Deckler.
[He appreciates Marcus trying. Yesterday R would've said he was the most well-spoken corpse he knows of - today he looks at Marcus with dull envy in his face as he stares in his general direction. Direct eye contact. Not his strong suit. He's a little jealous Marcus makes even that look so easy]
Good. [R echoes after Marcus. That's true. Nothing's rotted off yet. Half glass full?]
[He wobbles a little closer to stare at a hand that looks like it's been bolted on; wrong skin color, patches of the arm in a different level of decay compared to the rest of Marcus. Is he supposed to shake that? He is, isn't he?]
Rr. My...name. [R bites the bullet and shakes Marcus's hand. It's the limpest, most weak handshake ever; a floppy up-and-down.] How...?
[R stares pointedly at the arm]
Good. [R echoes after Marcus. That's true. Nothing's rotted off yet. Half glass full?]
[He wobbles a little closer to stare at a hand that looks like it's been bolted on; wrong skin color, patches of the arm in a different level of decay compared to the rest of Marcus. Is he supposed to shake that? He is, isn't he?]
Rr. My...name. [R bites the bullet and shakes Marcus's hand. It's the limpest, most weak handshake ever; a floppy up-and-down.] How...?
[R stares pointedly at the arm]
[ Carl looks the guy over, everything seems to be okay, and he then takes a look at the street. ] Hey there could be a lot worse, a neighborhood that's still standing can't be all bad.
What's wrong with it anyway? [ He says, as he looks back over to Marcus looking a little confused. ]
What's wrong with it anyway? [ He says, as he looks back over to Marcus looking a little confused. ]
[Well the eyes are a little fresher than the rest of him. Marcus holds up his mismatched hand.]
This? Not at all funny story: a zombie murdered me, and ate my arm. Annnnnnnnnd here I am. You?
This? Not at all funny story: a zombie murdered me, and ate my arm. Annnnnnnnnd here I am. You?
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