Public Video / Open Spam: Day Four
Nov. 21st, 2012 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesliemonster[A day with the ghost of her father, a day of total hedonism, and one more day of being a hung over invalid. While Leslie hasn't spent the port in any particular danger, she has been exceedingly distracted. And been so very organized about it that she's caused everyone who was at the party (parties?) to be distracted as well.
It's unlike her, to be this negligent during a port. This given to distraction.
Now, after a shower and a walk through the garden -- one expansive look at the ground, she finally remembers why. What it was that the hotel was trying so hard to make her forget.]
Listen, everyone. I know where we are. I know exactly what this place--
[There's a scream, as she drops her communicator.]
Freaking BUSHES? REALLY?
[Then line stays open, but all the viewer will see is snow.]
It's unlike her, to be this negligent during a port. This given to distraction.
Now, after a shower and a walk through the garden -- one expansive look at the ground, she finally remembers why. What it was that the hotel was trying so hard to make her forget.]
Listen, everyone. I know where we are. I know exactly what this place--
[There's a scream, as she drops her communicator.]
Freaking BUSHES? REALLY?
[Then line stays open, but all the viewer will see is snow.]
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Date: 2012-11-22 05:53 am (UTC)He swings open the doors and steps out into the snow, listening for her.]
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Date: 2012-11-24 04:33 am (UTC)Weeds!]
Don't do this to me, bushes! I spend so much of my life making sure you're well funded!
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Date: 2012-11-24 09:41 pm (UTC)Over here! If you can get back to the hotel they'll stop chasing you. [He tries to keep his eyes in her direction, hoping between the two of them they won't move. So far, for horrible bushes, they've been eerily intelligent.]
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Date: 2012-11-27 06:26 am (UTC)In the mean time, Leslie is trying her hardest to get back into the hotel, but no to avail. For every movement that she makes, the bushes seem to mirror. It's getting to the point where she's not sure if it's in her own mind or not.]
I -- I really should have figured this out. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2012-11-27 06:31 am (UTC)Except he can't use it here, it's been sapped by the ship.] If I get halfway out to you, the ones chasing you shouldn't be able to catch you. [But then, like a champion, he slips on a root under the snow. The first time a root has gotten him. He doesn't even have the benefit of a pocket-knife and starts frantically untangling himself in an effort to make it out to her.]
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Date: 2012-11-27 07:00 am (UTC)[Okay, that's panic talking. Leslie can recognize that. In a distant, academic way. It doesn't negate that fact that she's feeling it -- the tightness in her chest, the way her fingers are feeling numb in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the cold.
She can smell her dad, again. Like he was back in her room, talking to her. It calms her, but it also keeps her very, very still.]
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Date: 2012-11-27 08:31 am (UTC)[So he's not looking. He's undoing the root so he can free himself, pulling and tugging his laces until he's free, and then he's back up to try again.
Unfortunately, he doesn't know that she's stopped running somewhere in that short time span.]
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Date: 2012-11-27 09:05 pm (UTC)Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice tells her to wait. To stand still.]
Listen. There's a book, on earth--
[The animals approach. Leslie stays upright. Raises her arms, tries to look as big as possible. That's what works for bears, right?
It's only as the animals surround her that she realizes that she's been listening to a bastardized version of her father's advice this whole time. That that's what caused her to get out in the open in the first place, when the real man's advice almost assuredly would have involved a locked closet and firearms.
It all happens quickly. When Sandoval looks up, the only evidence that Leslie was ever even outside is a chain of footprints.]
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Date: 2012-11-25 11:23 pm (UTC)[A tall, shadowy figure approaches the lobby windows and squints against the light. The clouds act as a pretty good sunlight filter, but it's still too bright for him out there. If he goes out, he'll blister. But he doesn't give a damn. He slips his hand into his coat pocket and pulls on his smoked goggles.]
I am coming out after you.
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Date: 2012-11-27 06:56 am (UTC)She feels like there is something that she should remember about these bushes, but she just doesn't. It's like there's a block in place.
The snow is deeper in one patch that she suspects, and it tosses her to the ground. She is going to die a blonde in a horror movie.]
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Date: 2012-11-28 06:52 am (UTC)[He had a terrible feeling that he would not find her alive. The feeling was only exacerbated when he found himself running through a field of bloody snow dotted with impalement stakes.]