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sixthiterationlogs2018-09-11 09:27 pm
houmaprotector) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-09-11 09:27 pm
Uprooted and replanted somewhere else (Arrival)
WHO: Alec Holland (+1 thread for (oorah and reactions + OTA)
WHERE: Bunker / on the way out to the forest.
WHEN: 11-13th
OPEN TO: Anyone. Anyone who wants to pick up on that welcome thread and find him be warned. He'll be angry and panicky because he's been disconnected from the green. Feel free to comment with reactions though if you're in the bunker. For his run to the forest it's fair game.
WARNINGS: Alec is a panicked swamp monster who has been replanted in a strange place, proceed with caution. He can't really do much apart from run around and roar at you and shove through you (he's a pretty strong dude.)
arrival; you've been replanted.
[All he knows is solitude. That's all he's known since he returned to the green.
It is a pleasure not to think. Not to be human. To dissolve and become something else entirely, to lose his shape and his humanity. When he forms himself again, When Jonah and Capucine come to speak on him, he abandons them and they leave him be. When he them all he remembers is Abigail. The look on he face. The grateful smile. The sad little look on her face as she faded away like a storm of leaves in the wind. It's not even that he doesn't want companionship. It's that he's far too tied into the green now and when he thinks, when he feels, it shifts and disrupts itself. It's better not to think.
Better to set Alec Holland aside. Better to hide. Better to fail to feel. The world can move on without him and he can govern this realm with the parliament's will without opening his eyes and seeing her. In time it starts to fade (though he has no real concept of time. persay.) but then-
The words day and night blur into one another before he dreams and the dream is not of the green. He hears Abigail, calling his name, and he runs after her. Don't leave, Don't leave - Abigail don't leave me please, don't leave me Abby-! Foolish. They'd agreed to this. They both knew what they had to do. For humanity, for...
All of his burdens are gone then and he sleeps. The green, the world, it all falls away.
On the outside, one of the tubes, a particularly large one has begun to drain but the water isn't clear. It's sludgy and thick, green and overflowing with plant parts. There are pieces, leaves and sticks and twigs that rush out of it as a big green hand grips the edge of the tube. The hand clenches and the thing starts to rise. Slowly, water and plants drip across the floor before the massive being drags a big hand over his face. The creature is hideous, plants and leaves growing from it's shoulders. The water sloshes over the edge of it as the creature takes a great big step and he's...
Out.
Realization dawns on the thing and Alec Holland growls. Fingers...toes...shoulders...eyes...I must be logical. I have to...gather my thoughts because...I'm...not...not in the green. The creature lets out a grunt, a low rolling noise that echoes through the chamber. Must...try to think. The green. Where is the green? Where...]
...The...Green.
[The creature's moan deepens, echoing through the surrounding area. An inhuman sound.]
Where...am...I the green...
[I'm not in the green. I'm not in the green -where is it? Where-where is it?! I can't-
His panic doesn't really articulate itself well. Instead there's just a pained and muted roar and the thing lashes out, desperate red eyes glaring around the room looking for an enemy, a scapegoat, someone. anyone who could explain what was going on.
If they can calm down a giant green monster.]
--
Oh sinnerman (where you gonna run to?); To the woods.
[I'm disconnected from the green. Maybe if I get out of...this. Away from...that...I can figure it out. Get out into nature. See what's going on. Try and...Try and center myself because...because...
He made an impression in that bunker and despite the scrubs (he resolved to get rid of those clothes as soon as he could.) he's...still a monster. I stick out like a sore thumb.
Weaving through the inn and houses is a large greenish/black shape. If I'm not connected to the green, I can't regrow my body. I might die. I might actually die.
The thought makes him pause behind one of the buildings, hand gripping it. If he passed on he might go where Abby was. He could be with her.
In his contemplation, he might be far easier to spot, a great green lump attached to one of the buildings.]
oorah and reactions + OTA)WHERE: Bunker / on the way out to the forest.
WHEN: 11-13th
OPEN TO: Anyone. Anyone who wants to pick up on that welcome thread and find him be warned. He'll be angry and panicky because he's been disconnected from the green. Feel free to comment with reactions though if you're in the bunker. For his run to the forest it's fair game.
WARNINGS: Alec is a panicked swamp monster who has been replanted in a strange place, proceed with caution. He can't really do much apart from run around and roar at you and shove through you (he's a pretty strong dude.)
arrival; you've been replanted.
[All he knows is solitude. That's all he's known since he returned to the green.
It is a pleasure not to think. Not to be human. To dissolve and become something else entirely, to lose his shape and his humanity. When he forms himself again, When Jonah and Capucine come to speak on him, he abandons them and they leave him be. When he them all he remembers is Abigail. The look on he face. The grateful smile. The sad little look on her face as she faded away like a storm of leaves in the wind. It's not even that he doesn't want companionship. It's that he's far too tied into the green now and when he thinks, when he feels, it shifts and disrupts itself. It's better not to think.
Better to set Alec Holland aside. Better to hide. Better to fail to feel. The world can move on without him and he can govern this realm with the parliament's will without opening his eyes and seeing her. In time it starts to fade (though he has no real concept of time. persay.) but then-
The words day and night blur into one another before he dreams and the dream is not of the green. He hears Abigail, calling his name, and he runs after her. Don't leave, Don't leave - Abigail don't leave me please, don't leave me Abby-! Foolish. They'd agreed to this. They both knew what they had to do. For humanity, for...
All of his burdens are gone then and he sleeps. The green, the world, it all falls away.
On the outside, one of the tubes, a particularly large one has begun to drain but the water isn't clear. It's sludgy and thick, green and overflowing with plant parts. There are pieces, leaves and sticks and twigs that rush out of it as a big green hand grips the edge of the tube. The hand clenches and the thing starts to rise. Slowly, water and plants drip across the floor before the massive being drags a big hand over his face. The creature is hideous, plants and leaves growing from it's shoulders. The water sloshes over the edge of it as the creature takes a great big step and he's...
Out.
Realization dawns on the thing and Alec Holland growls. Fingers...toes...shoulders...eyes...I must be logical. I have to...gather my thoughts because...I'm...not...not in the green. The creature lets out a grunt, a low rolling noise that echoes through the chamber. Must...try to think. The green. Where is the green? Where...]
...The...Green.
[The creature's moan deepens, echoing through the surrounding area. An inhuman sound.]
Where...am...I the green...
[I'm not in the green. I'm not in the green -where is it? Where-where is it?! I can't-
His panic doesn't really articulate itself well. Instead there's just a pained and muted roar and the thing lashes out, desperate red eyes glaring around the room looking for an enemy, a scapegoat, someone. anyone who could explain what was going on.
If they can calm down a giant green monster.]
--
Oh sinnerman (where you gonna run to?); To the woods.
[I'm disconnected from the green. Maybe if I get out of...this. Away from...that...I can figure it out. Get out into nature. See what's going on. Try and...Try and center myself because...because...
He made an impression in that bunker and despite the scrubs (he resolved to get rid of those clothes as soon as he could.) he's...still a monster. I stick out like a sore thumb.
Weaving through the inn and houses is a large greenish/black shape. If I'm not connected to the green, I can't regrow my body. I might die. I might actually die.
The thought makes him pause behind one of the buildings, hand gripping it. If he passed on he might go where Abby was. He could be with her.
In his contemplation, he might be far easier to spot, a great green lump attached to one of the buildings.]