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mayfield_rpg2012-06-08 11:55 pm
chosen_to_fall) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-08 11:55 pm
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{ .05 - Zombiefield II - Plague
[ 3474 Erwin Rd - Friday Afternoon ]
[ Anaki- Vader happens upon a mysterious package-make that packages-in the front yard when he arrives home from work. The first gives him pause, the well worn cover of his old copy of The Jedi Path staring up at him from inside its manila envelope.
He deposits it on the porch with shaking fingers, and tears his thoughts away to regard the much larger shipping crate seated on the flagstones, the sign of the Empire on its side.
It proves easy enough to open, latches flipping with the brush of his thumbs. Lifting the lid, he peers inside to find a selection of four silver canisters, the sort that would hold oxygen for an EV suit. Something tells him to close the whole thing, to back away and return it to the Post Office for something, anything else, but the feeling passes. Who would Skywalker be, if he didn't ignore obvious signs of danger.
Gingerly, he reaches in to pull one of the canisters free, looking at its side for any identifying mark. He gets sight of a single word, "Blackwing", before liquid sloshes within it unexpectedly, and his hand slips. The whole thing falls back into its slot, jarring the rest. All of the valves suddenly burst like a dropped bottle of pop, getting Vader briefly in the face with an aerosol spray.
He recoils, but it's too late. As the canisters continue to spew their contents into the air, Darth Vader finds himself on his knees, coughing wetly into the grass. ]
[ Around town and 1127 Taylor - Late Friday night ]
[ Vader manages to stumble his way through town, losing whatever he had for supper on his steady march. To any unlucky passerby he must seem a sight, his color ashen, the veins in his face standing out as grey lines, blood and bile dribbling freely from the corners of his mouth.
Sheer cussedness allows him to get to the front walk before he missteps and rolls his ankle, coming down hard on the lawn.
He has to see her, he has to... ]
[ Around town - Saturday Morning ]
[ If you're out and about this fine day, you might just run into Vader, though much of who he was would mean little to him now. Dead and not so pleasantly zombified, he's spattered with gore from a recent drone feast and walking down the road with a determined, predatory gait. ]
(( ooc: Zombiefield II is a go! Check here for more info and have a party! ))
[ Anaki- Vader happens upon a mysterious package-make that packages-in the front yard when he arrives home from work. The first gives him pause, the well worn cover of his old copy of The Jedi Path staring up at him from inside its manila envelope.
He deposits it on the porch with shaking fingers, and tears his thoughts away to regard the much larger shipping crate seated on the flagstones, the sign of the Empire on its side.
It proves easy enough to open, latches flipping with the brush of his thumbs. Lifting the lid, he peers inside to find a selection of four silver canisters, the sort that would hold oxygen for an EV suit. Something tells him to close the whole thing, to back away and return it to the Post Office for something, anything else, but the feeling passes. Who would Skywalker be, if he didn't ignore obvious signs of danger.
Gingerly, he reaches in to pull one of the canisters free, looking at its side for any identifying mark. He gets sight of a single word, "Blackwing", before liquid sloshes within it unexpectedly, and his hand slips. The whole thing falls back into its slot, jarring the rest. All of the valves suddenly burst like a dropped bottle of pop, getting Vader briefly in the face with an aerosol spray.
He recoils, but it's too late. As the canisters continue to spew their contents into the air, Darth Vader finds himself on his knees, coughing wetly into the grass. ]
[ Around town and 1127 Taylor - Late Friday night ]
[ Vader manages to stumble his way through town, losing whatever he had for supper on his steady march. To any unlucky passerby he must seem a sight, his color ashen, the veins in his face standing out as grey lines, blood and bile dribbling freely from the corners of his mouth.
Sheer cussedness allows him to get to the front walk before he missteps and rolls his ankle, coming down hard on the lawn.
He has to see her, he has to... ]
[ Around town - Saturday Morning ]
[ If you're out and about this fine day, you might just run into Vader, though much of who he was would mean little to him now. Dead and not so pleasantly zombified, he's spattered with gore from a recent drone feast and walking down the road with a determined, predatory gait. ]
(( ooc: Zombiefield II is a go! Check here for more info and have a party! ))
[3474 Erwin Road]
Ordinarily, Vader's business is his own as Shadow goes about his own, but the circumstances have likely changed. He rushes to Vader's side, studying him cautiously.]
What's happened?
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Package from ho- [ A cough interrupts Vader, one he forces down behind his hand before continuing. ] Home. Some fool left the valves too loose.
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What is it?
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Taylor Road
...
Well that doesn't look good. Frowning lightly, she quickly gets out of the house and cautiously approaches the man on her neighbor's front lawn. His complexion, that smell of blood, and not to mention of decay...
...Bwuh please don't let this be what she thinks it is. Mayfield...]
Excuse me, mister--?
[Her voice is clear. If he's not too far gone and she could get any information... who knows, WOULD it be hoping for too much, that this might be reversible?]
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He vaguely registers that there's someone else there, assuming Ciel is his wife. ]
P-Padm-
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The frown deepens. Pad--? ...Ah, that's the name of the woman who lives there now, isn't it? She'd admit that she doesn't know her neighborhood too well because she doesn't spend much time home, but given that she used to live at 1127 half a year ago, she's at least aware that a man named Han and a woman named Padmé occupy the house right now. The children are drones; she sees them sometimes.
She hunches over a bit, but stays on her guard. She will also take a quick glance at 1127 though; the lights are on, hmm. They should be home, but... would it be wise, to call them out?]
Miss Padmé is inside, I'm a neighbor. What happened to you?
1127 Taylor
She peers through the door's curtained window, and her grip slackens on the blaster, making it fall to the ground with a rattling thud.
Throwing the door open, she pauses as she considers the most recent events that had occurred in town. Memories were foggy, but still there...
Dashing down the stairs, Padmé tightens the cinch on her robe before crouching down at Anakin's side. Slender hands grasp at his shoulders, attempting to turn him over so she can look at him fully.]
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Bloodshot eyes roll in Padmé's general direction, the sudden hunger in his belly clawing at him. He can't speak, not anymore, her name coming out garbled, bubbling in the back of his throat. ]
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Anakin.... what's happened to you?
[Unsure whether or not he'd actually be able to answer, Padmé braces herself to haul him to his feet.]
Saturday
Uhm... Are you okay?