twenty five | Tadaima

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Graveyard 
[As the dead rise from the earth after being abducted and placed in their graves, so does Lil' Slugger. He burrows his way up from the ground and begins to shamble through the graveyard, grinning in a most unhinged manner. One arm reaches out ready to ensnare a victim while the other wields a baseball bat unsteadily above his head. He'll wait for a moment for the rest of is family to emerge, then begin to search for his dear friends.]

The streets
[Something is watching you. Something is stalking you. A ghoulishly pale, grinning boy may be peering into your window or hiding behind the bushes, just waiting for the right moment to jump out and snag his prey.]

502 Ricardo Residence 
[Pokey will receive an unexpected visitor in the night. The sound of fingernails scrape against a bedroom window pane and if Pokey looks, he may catch a glimpse of a familiar grinning face.]

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[502 Ricardo]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey shifts and wakes up immediately. He was tired, but sleep very rarely came easily to him. Even more rarely did it bother to stay with him, and he turns to look at the window.

No. Impossible.

He was sure, so sure...that they were really gone? Was he really? In part he knew the town was screwing with him? But what if it wasn't?

It's him. He goes over to the window, just staring. Slowly walking.]

Slugger?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger has receded into the darkness, but he's still there, waiting and watching as Pokey makes his way closer to the window...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey stops. And hesitates. This could be very bad. Especially if it't he beginning of him just hallucinating.

But he needs to know.

He'll go to open the window, and look out it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It's silent... until Slugger rushes forward, coming face to face with Pokey.]

Boo.

[For unknown reasons, he's dressed in black evening wear with a cape and his face appears as though it's been painted for some gothic ghoul party. Other than that, he doesn't seem hurt and looks rather excited. Breathing like a monster, Slugger begins to climb up through the opened window.]

I'm back!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey lets out a startled little yelp as he backpedals, glancing in disbelief for a moment.]

...Slugger....?

[He should have known it was the town screwing around, that they were really dead. But after all that had happened and he'd heard this week and the emotional strain, he'd been stretched to a breaking point. He was willing to believe it, to believe anything at that point.

But he's here. He has to be. And Pokey tries not to let his relief and happiness show.]

What is that crap you're wearing?

Streets

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[And someone is watching you, watch someone else....]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't appear to know he's being watched and emerges from behind a car to stalk across the street. He seems fixated on a certain house on Mitchell Road---Ai's house. Once he's reached the front yard, he peers into a window from the bushes.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear, the stalker is stalking a stalker. No one seems to be in there....]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger crouches down among the bushes again before popping up in front of a different window. But still not finding what he's looking for, he vanishes in a burst of smoke and sparks. The next place he finds himself is in Ai's bedroom where he decides to hide in the shadows and hope she comes home soon.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[The door opens.]

The Streets

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

[Lex was just grabbing supplies so he could hole himself up while the madness of Mayfield continued... but now he doesn't feel so safe, so close yet so far form home...]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[So far, indeed.

As Lex reaches the dark and foggy street along which his home sits, something in a fluttery black cape drops into his path from the trees above. It's too dark to see who it is, especially with the cape wrapped around him to shield his face, but judging by the stature, it's a kid.

A pair of yellow-green eyes appears, staring at Luthor from a shadowy face. Then, from beneath the cloak, a grin Luthor has no doubt grown to detest glistens in the darkness.]

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

[Lex clutches his groceries in one hand. The other is reaching for a portable version of his laser gauntlet from his warsuit. Taking a step back, this cannot end well...]

Who are you and what do you want?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Parting his fanged teeth, Slugger lets out a hissing breath and pushes his cape behind him with a flourish. In one hand he brandishes a golden baseball bat menacingly at Luthor.]

I just want to play... a game~

Graveyard

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...

I'm going to sleep. Tell me when I can open my eyes again without wanting to stab myself repeatedly in the face.

[Susan is the most reluctant zombie-vampire that has ever arisen from a grave. She adamantly keeps her eyes closed even as her treacherous legs shamble.]

I hate cliches.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger isn't sure whether to find this amusing or slightly horrifying. For one thing... what is that weird dress she's wearing? And for another, she looks as if she's about to bump into him. Stepping out of the way, he stiffly circles around to her side.]

They caught you, too?

[The answer to this is obvious, he knows. It's a question asked in disbelief.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

No. This is for fun. I absolutely love mascara; it's why I wear it every day.

[So the sarcasm is too blatant to be funny, but give her a break. It's been a long week.]

726 Anderson Lane

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[He knew they'd all come back from the dead. He knew it wasn't permanent. But... why were they all shambling to the door like that? Why were they wearing such bizarre outfits?

Just... staying at the window, staring out of it.]

Re: 726 Anderson Lane

[hintcoinplz.livejournal.com]

[After waking up in...unusual clothing, Luke had some strange urge to return to 726 Anderson.

He had a lot of questions, like why he felt the need to hold this cape over his face, but it didn't really seem to matter as he shuffles his way up the doorsteps.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Behind Luke, Slugger follows with his ball bat raised over his head. Edward was home. He'd spotted him in the window just moments ago and approaches the front porch where he'll scrape his nails on the door, then pound on it with his bat.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, oh god something's pounding on the door.

A moment's pause... Then Edward abruptly drops the blinds.]

Graveyard! Sorry it took so long.

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

[Euphie is the last of her not!kin to rise from the dead, but she does so with a smile anyway! Fortunately her arms seem to positions themselves for her, and her legs shamble of their own accord.

And she smiles, at Slugger and the others.]

Ah! So now what do we do? I don't think I've ever been a zombie before...

[There is one particular urge, though. She is supposed to go to 726 Anderson. Isn't she?]

No problem :)

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[While Undead Susan may have brought about conflicting feelings, Undead Euphemia is definitely amusing in an embarrassing sort of way. Once they leave this graveyard, he's going to pretend not to know her. Until then, he'll walk the walk of the dead with her.]

These aren't my clothes.

[He just has to make that known...]

:D

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

[Euphie is blithely glad for the companionship.] I know they aren't. It's too bad, though! You look rather charming in them!

[There's a pause...]

Ah, Slugger?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[pretending he didn't HEAR THAT. When the sounds of her footsteps stop, he turns to look at her.]

Hn?