2010-10-15: Dead Like Me


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Summary: Cloud comes to check up on his sister at the tavern and finds out something he'd rather not have known.

Date: October 16, 2010

Log Title: Dead Like Me

Rating: PG

Tegu-Haaz - The Slaughtered Lamb

Outside the wooden sign displaying a Wolf's Head on a pike along with the name 'The Slaughtered Lamb' swings in the breeze of the run down old pub. Inside the wooden floors creak as extra weight is applied and the smells of lingering alcohol and tabacco smoke permeate the air. Oil lanterns are hung on the walls circling the pub to provide light the patrons while the walls are marked with old tally marks from games long ago played. Behind the bar are old barrels of wine and ale, an hearth for cooking up meals and a layer of dust is caked onto the dishes. Long tables that can sit at least ten people each are still sturdy but some are turned over while the chairs are scattered across the place. A second hearth with ash from long ago still sitting in it is built against one of the sidewalls for light, heat and additional cooking. If one were to search the pub they might find food that is mysteriously still edible.

Seated at a table alone, Star is dutifully poking at a baked potato, though she doesn't appear to have eaten any of it. She's finally given in and has traded her Alpha Squadron uniform for period clothing, though she's gone the way of the crossdresser and is wearing something that would be more likely to be seen on a young man of the time than on a girl: Complete with newsboy cap and vest, though she's kept her uniform boots. The elder Rosen twin's complexion is ashen and slightly waxy looking, her hazel-green eyes almost milky in appearance. The bandage from the attack the other day peeks out from under the edge of her left sleeve, the faintest of decaying scent coming from the wound, though the girl doesn't appear to notice.

Walking into the Slaughtered Lamb with one arm carrying a basket of apples and the other a stick with a dead rabbit at the end, David also dressed in period ware sighs, "This one was a hard one to kill." He sees Star, but addresses her by the wrong name, "Hey Cloud."

Cloud is heading back to the Slaughtered Lamb to check up on his sister and to do his laundry, the only way he's been able to avoid wearing the old style clothes everyone else has started wearing is by continuously washing his own clouthing, he's dressed in blue jeans, red sneakers, a red and white checkered shirt and his dark roots are beginning to show though his bleached blond hair, leaning against the frontdoorframe he raises an eyebrow, "Dude i'm in no way that short".

Star's eyes shift from the meager meal before her to look at the new arrival and shakes her head, "Star, not Cloud." She reaches up to tuck some hair behind one ear, a few strands coming loose in her hand, which she shakes off in irritation, "Long hair, see?" Not to mention it's dark instead of bleached blond. She looks towards her brother when he makes his appearance and wrinkles her nose, "Hey! I'm not that short…" Even though she is much shorter than he is, admittedly.

David looks between the Rosen twins, "Well, Star…you're dressed like a boy. Forgive the mistake." He grins as he puts the basket of apples on a table and moves behind the bar to start working on the rabbit, "How's your arm since the zombie attack? Still not feeling like feasting on brains?"

Cloud grins at Star's denial, but when the zombie bite is mentioned his grip on the doorframe tightens and all traces of a grin disappears from his face, "Zombie bite!?, i was told you got hurt, no one told me about fucking zombies!", he moves quickly to the other side of the room to check on his sister.

"Yeah, no way I'm going to go running around in a skirt and petticoats. For one thing, I'd never be able to run if I got in trouble." Star shrugs one shoulder at the question and pushes her practically untouched plate away, covering the faintly reeking bandage with her other arm, "I don't know… I haven't really looked at it in a couple of days." She makes a face at the thought of brains and shakes her head, "Uh… no. I've really kind of lost my apetite the last couple of days…" She really doesn't look well, though she seems to be alright. At least she's not trying to bite everyone, right? "Nobody said anything about a bite, Brother. I just got scratched is all…" And scratches don't cause zombification; bites do. That's what she's always heard, anyway.
Forget the fact that Star hasn't really been feeling like herself for the past two days. Hell! She really hasn't been feeling much of anything at all other than that she just really wants to go home. Wherever that might be…

David hmmmns and nods, putting the rabbit carcus in anold fashioned bucket on the floor. He quickly rinses his hands some fresh water to clean them, "Star, eat an apple…please." He smirks, "I said please to be polite, but seriously eat the apple. It's an order." Not much older than the twins and yet he is bossing them around…out of concern of course. "And, Cloud, brotherliness is nice and all, but don't be going on any zombie hunts…alone anyway."

"With all due respect David, i'll do what i please", it's not really said in a rude way, just stated, Cloud is freaking, he's watched more zombie movies than Star has, "Star it's like an infection, a scratch is just as bad as a bite", reaching out and touching Star's arm, he pulls it back quickly, "Star, how long have you been cold?"

Star sighs and reaches for the apple, taking a bite and chewing mechanically before swallowing, though it's an obvious chore and she's just doing it to make the older mutant happy, though she doesn't eat more than that one bite, "There, I ate." And it joins the mashed around potato on her plate. Then Cloud touches her arm and she jerks back, tucking her hands under the table and shrugging, "I'm not cold." It's a quick protest, but she's slumping soon enough and focusing her clouded eyes on the abandoned plate, her voice small, "I'm not anything." It might be noted that, though she shows all the typical body language of being upset, that the air is clear of th usual cloud of emotions that usually hangs around her.

David sighs at the twins and shakes his head and after washing his hands. He takes a seat next to Star opposite Cloud and says in a soothing voice, "I know it's effort to eat, but you really should. Apples are safe here." He reaches for on and bites into it and smiles, "Cloud, don't you think your sister should eat to keep up her strength?"

Cloud is the less intelligent of the Rosen twins (I know thats one hell of an understatment, but i don't wanna be mean) but he can notice the important things, such as his sister's emotional bubble being absent, "Star, give me your wrist, now", when it comes to his sister he tends to lose his jock persona for the most part.

Star's hands move to grip the edges of the chair and she shakes her head, "I'm not hungry. Why should I eat if I'm not hungry? It can go for someone that does want it." The wood under her hands creaks audibly and she quickly stops squeezing the chair, moving her hands back into her lap, but there are still small dents in the furniture from her fingers. She licks her too pale lips and shifts her eyes up to look across at Cloud when he demands her wrist, her eye color still that same hazy, hazel-green that it's been since she woke up yesterday. Reluctantly, she holds out her unbandaged arm, hunching her shoulders so that they're about level with the bottoms of her ears, "You're not going to find it…" Her voice is almost inaudible, even to the two young men sitting with her, though she doesn't bother explaining what 'it' is.

David hmmmmns and puts his apple down and look at the wisp of a girl in front of him. David attempts to do a quick check on her, reaching near her throat to check her vitals. He is not synched with anyone's medical skills, but he knows the basics and what to check, "You are too week, Star. We may need to get you to the farmhouse, even if you don't like it there."

Cloud knows enough basic first aid to find a pulse, even though Star says he won't find it, he spends a good minute checking before droping her wrist, "Star, when did your pulse stop?", this is bearly said in more than a whisper.

Star's skin is cold, no warmer than the ambient air temperature and doesn't feel like a normal person's should. More like meat that's just shy of being obviously spoiled. She frowns and pulls away from David a little, and shakes her head, "I'm not weak. I'm just not hungry." The girl shakes her head, "And I don't want to go to the farm house. It's too crowded." If possible, she turns even more ashen when Cloud questions her lack of pulse and looks down at her lap, "I don't know…" She looks up at the other two, her expression frightened, "I just woke up yesterday and it was like… I don't know… It was just wrong. I'd been hungry when I went to sleep, but I wasn't anymore and it was like I was back home in my own room, or something. I didn't wake up feeling nearly as scared or worried or freaked out as I had been." Without everyone else's emotions to influence hers, she didn't feel them as strongly, apparently.

David hmmmmns at the reaction and quickly retracts, "Has any of the other staffers seen you yet?" David's mind wanders as the staff is so busying trying to figure out what is going on and how to get home. He realizes the students' individual needs may not be addressed as he has seen so many of them acting 'weird'.

Cloud gets up and walks away from the table, "David, Star doesn't want to go back to the farmhouse, i need you to go and bring anyone remotly usefull here, and it needs to be done now".

"No." Star actually looks at David again and shakes her head, "I've seen you and Mr. Gilpatrick and that's it." If any of the other teachers are here, then she's forgotten them. She shoots Cloud a sharp look, though it's ruined a little by the odd appearance of her eyes, "And don't even think about going to hunt down the zombie that scratched me. Chloe already killed her." She sighs and shakes her head, "Don't bother. I'm going to go for a walk." She glares at her brother for a moment, "And don't think about following me. I'll be fine." Just look at what she did to the chair without trying. Without a backwards glance, she rises and walks out of the tavern, leaving the two guys to finish talking.

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