feelslikeimspilling: "I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."❞ (✖ f o l l o w e d  b y  t h e  b e a s t)
Will Graham ([personal profile] feelslikeimspilling) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-11-05 02:26 am

[Video & Voice] cw: for mild gore

Why won't you work the way I want you to?

[ The video was mostly accidently, Will laying in his bed fiddling with the buttons on his phone. Will had been trying to dial numbers from home, all to no avail. He'd tried turning it off and then on again, hoping that resetting it would give him the means of calling home... Not that he had anyone to answer but still. Failing that, he was checking the contact list every 5 minutes, just in case another name was added that he might recognize, or the possibility that his own would vanish. ]

If I take you apart and you break...

[ He sighed and the video feed cuts off for a moment. It next returns a few hours later, after having accidentally, privately called a few people only to hang up quickly after having realized he was calling. As his finger lingered wearily over the connect button, having fallen into a light sleep while trying and testing his methodical and repetitive act. His finger pressed heavy with sleep and called the network, only to show the ceiling of his apartment, the uttered mumblings of his sleeptalking. ]

I wasn't... Thinking straight... I was... Upset... Angry...

[ The feed cuts off as Will's palm enveloped the device. Until a few hours later that is.

The feed seemed to be swinging, Will still holding his phone down by his side as he walked slowly into the night. Clues of his whereabouts in the City came in small sections as the camera swayed in motion with his steps. It was dark and a thick fog seemed to roll in from out of nowhere. Then the noise began. A loud and steady siren, yet Will remained calm. A dark blur moved passed the camera of his phone, steam from the breath of a large animal puffed out the nose and directly on the screen. It was anightmareish stag that dislodged the phone from Will's hand, becoming clear to those viewing as it leaned down and gave a snort from its nose.

Will swayed in his slumber where he stood, then took to walking again, just a few feet in front of the device, he was seen barefoot and dressed in only a sweat soaked t-shirt and boxers, the stag followed close to his side as other motions and shadows from the fog began to emerge. Human-like forms with their arms bound across their chests held in place with a sheath of discolored skin, yet Will continued to sleepwalk towards them. Ash started to gather around the small lens of his phones camera, distorting the view, yet just before it was covered and the screen went a static white and gray, something else from Will's deepest, darkest dreams, scooped the phone up before dropping it suddenly, knocking it hard enough to crack the screen and switch to audio only. Will's trembling, cold, voice in the near distance, speaking out softly as the sirens continued making it harder to hear. He sounded almost as if he was coming around from his slumber, confused and tired. ]


... I brought you a gift... Then thought better of it... I had no idea you were here... Abi- !!

[ Suddenly the sound of fast movement and heavy thudding. He'd fallen? Been pushed down? Something wasn't right at all. Nothing but the sounds of labored breathing and slight grimacing. Will felt out and found his phone in the thick settling ash, holding it up to his face to use as a light. The cracked screen flickering in and out of static and feed, showing a rather disheveled and confused looking Will who had no idea he was broadcasting this whole time. ]

She was just here... Where'd...

[ The screen showed Will's face as his eyes searched the blinding darkness of blackest night and ashfall. Though he was not alone. Something was lurking behind him, just over a shoulder, just at arm's length away. ]
hippocratical: (frantic)

[personal profile] hippocratical 2016-11-11 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[What little free time Simon has--"free time," a mythology forced on him by well-meaning compatriots at the clinic and by a more blunt little sister--he spends walking. The lake, for all its seeming lack of merits, is more often than not his ultimate destination. It's a place to go, and even with the power plant humming away not too far off, the sound of water on the shore is...peaceful. Comforting. He's got this goal in mind as he sets off, but as he approaches the bridge in the center, he spots an odd-looking shape. Squints.

The second he realizes it's one person carrying another in their arms, he's running, long legs quickly covering ground as he approaches.]


What happened?

[No preamble. The physician in him has no time for etiquette, especially around the wounded.]
wipedclean: (find their fathers)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2016-11-11 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He glares at Will for his stupid statement, and is about to reply with something along the lines of how he's stupid for thinking being a bother is a bigger sin than willfully neglecting someone who clearly needs help when a stranger runs up to them and immediately butts his head in their business. He turns and gives the man his best Murder Glare.]

I'm taking him to the clinic, stay out of the way.
mismanagement: (005)

[action]

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-11-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[There, over there. Maketh darts forward, rifle held ready. The heat-sensor isn't active but the automatic targeting system is. All she needs is to line up a shot and hope Will isn't in the way. The program doesn't know the difference between enemy and...whatever she's calling Will these days.]

Keep your head down!

[The moment she gets a shot, Maketh takes it. She hears the monster screech, an awful sound.]
survivethis: (weary hero)

[personal profile] survivethis 2016-11-11 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jill is glad the nightmarish thing didn't want a fight, but why was it following Will at all? It wasn't like the monsters she's heard about in the zone. It didn't even attack him. Neither did the elk looking creature. They just kept wanting to be near him.

Once they're out, Jill holsters her gun and crouches down next to Will to check on him.]


Are you okay? Are you hurt?

[He didn't look injured, but the first priority was to get them out of danger. Next comes an assessment of Will to see if he needs medical care.]
mismanagement: (003)

perma action

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-11-11 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[The thing retreated with a squeal, no doubt to lick its wounds. Unlike some of the other monsters, this one appeared to value its own life over the potential of a kill. She moved, scanning the sight-lines and waiting. Thus far nothing else lunged out of the fog.

It wouldn't last. They had to move.]


Can you stand?

[Her voice is perfectly calm.]
skelebro: (you wanna explain my buddy chum pal)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-11 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
When you've got the gods throwin' stuff at ya every week or so, it's kind of a given, yeah.

[Maybe not the most reassuring he could say. Definitely not, actually, but a soothing lie probably ain't the best route he could go at the moment. 'Specially since Will here will see for himself that things swing pretty rapidly from "tolerable" to "fucked" around here.]

You get used to it.
hippocratical: (Default)

[personal profile] hippocratical 2016-11-11 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)

Then you're already bringing him to me.

[Simon's voice is sharp as he matches Bucky glare for glare. While the man doesn't look like someone he'd want to tangle with normally--he looks like even Jayne might consider his options for a second--it's an entirely different story when there's an injured party involved.

[His voice shifts a little as his attention turns to the speaking Will, sharp edges smoothing out, though it's no less firm. His patient voice.]

I'm afraid I can't do that, even if Hope can bring you back. I'm a medical doctor, I swore an oath to heal, not harm. My name is Simon. Will you let me help you? We don't have to go to the clinic if that's a problem for you, I can treat you in your home, but you need to give me consent.

[Reinforced with another look at Bucky that is decidedly less gentle than his words. Come on. You obviously see he's hurt, help Simon out here.]

wipedclean: (that's it it's split it won't recover)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2016-11-11 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He rolls his eyes at Will's drama, but he sighs, relaxing a little. While he doesn't trust total strangers, no one has lied about being a part of the clinic. Not yet, anyway. And the man, Simon, talks like a good doctor, not... one of the ones that keep him maintained.]

Okay.

[He looks down at Will.] Home or clinic? You're getting help whether you like it or not.
hippocratical: (Default)

[personal profile] hippocratical 2016-11-11 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)

[As his head rolls back, Simon catches a flickering glimpse of dilated pupils, bruises, and the slurring of words combined with all the rest of the injuries he can see--not to mention the ones he's sure he can't--have him moving immediately into crisis mode. This is Not Good. The first words are directed at Bucky as he starts to move, the rest at Will.]

We need to get him back to the clinic immediately.

Can you tell me your name? How did you get your injuries?

skelebro: (whatever floats your pontoon my dude)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-11 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
We got zombies. We got foggy bits of the city full of things tryin' to kill ya, but you've seen that. We had, uh, dragons. Four of 'em, all just...destroying pretty much everything. That was fun.

[He's tickin' them all off on his phalanges as he says it, even if it ain't visible over an audio feed.]

So yeah, not a real great time for everybody.
wipedclean: (it won't recover)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2016-11-11 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks down too, and it's clear that Will is in very bad shape, so when Simon starts moving, he's right behind, keeping pace. He could go faster, but it wouldn't be any good without the doctor.

He stays silent theough the questions, content to let his role be as the transportation.]
survivethis: (what u talkin bout)

[personal profile] survivethis 2016-11-12 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Will was odd, but Jill wouldn't call him a monster. She's just glad he's alright. Luckily, he seems to be okay. Nothing serious when it comes to injuries.]

What were you doing out here?

[Now that she can assess him a bit more, she tilts her head as she observes the way he's dressed. A t-shirt and boxers wasn't really normal for an outing.]

Were you sleep walking?
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-11-12 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Maketh makes a disgusted noise in her throat. Apparently he's learned nothing.] Fear gets power whenever someone wanders in. Another one of their games. I'm sure you've noticed they don't care when we die.

[Something growls in the mist.]

Get behind me. We're leaving.
fuckthechicken: ([ 01 ])

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[personal profile] fuckthechicken 2016-11-12 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It wasn't much help, no. That fog didn't offer much clarity. But the Hound had sniffed out things harder to find. So he set out with the communicator in hand. ]

Being out there like that, all alone, is practically a death sentence, you realize.

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