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maskormenace2016-09-01 06:19 pm
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Entry tags:
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † brianna | the breeze,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † claire fraser | la dame blanche,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † gabriel gray | sylar,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † leonard mccoy | n/a,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † mint aizawa | mew mint,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † spock | n/a,
- † the corinthian | n/a,
- † will graham | wolf trap
001. ( an important advertisement. )
( Brace yourselves, imports - possibly literally. Whatever volume the device was on somehow seems too loud with the energetic blast of an aggressively catchy opening credits tune and is soon accompanied by a Dramatic Voiceover. You know the type of voice - mysteriously gravelly and somehow sounding just too intense. )
HAVE YOU EVER WOKEN UP ( dramatic pause ) TO DISCOVER THE WORLD ( dramatic pause ) IS A DARKER PLACE THAN YOU EVER KNEW? AND JUST KNOWN ( dramatic pause ) THAT CHANGE WAS ON THE HORIZON?
( Ah, yes, a shot of a Manly Form against the skyline, silhouetted by the sunlight, and with a shotgun against his shoulder. )
CAN LOVE SURVIVE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE THE WORLD IS AGAINST YOU? AND ( an even more dramatic pause ) .... CAN YOU SURVIVE WITHOUT LOVE?
( Fade to black, but only for a moment.
Behold, gentle viewers, the face of purest suffering. At the very least it is a look of intense suffering, because Rosita has taken several weeks of being intensely aggravated by producers and reminding herself that she needs the money to help Carl and Daryl and Andrea and Enid and keep them all safe to try, and allowed herself to be trained into looking slightly more cooperative. )
Hi. I’m ImPort Rosita Espinosa, and I’m here to bring romance back from the dead. ZomBae will be hitting your screens in just a few weeks, a fresh new show combining the trials of finding love with surviving the apocalypse.
( Okay, no. She still sounds like she hates this, and she still does, but it’s been turned into a marketing #aesthetic. Have you ever heard a tone more flat? Isn’t it great how aloof she is? )
( Yeah, sure. But wait! Who’s this handsome devil? There is a new person on screen, and that person would be one Gabriel Grey. He looks as if he is enjoying this about as much as Rosita is when he speaks. )
My name is Gabriel, [ he may be reading off some cue cards, focus intent an inch left of the camera, maintaining his own deadpan #aesthetic ], I'm 30, and I come from New York City. I would call myself resourceful and hardworking, which would work to my advantage in the wake of some kind of world-ending disaster like the zombie apocalypse and also [ he is definitely reading off cue cards ] love.
( Back to Rosita, and she is resting an axe against her shoulder as she talks, rubbing her forehead for a brief moment before she forces herself to go on. Flat as Hell: ) But we need your help to find Gabriel his perfect partner in survival, and in life.
( And now, a montage:
Gabriel and Rosita fight zombies. Gabriel and Rosita scan the terrain with binoculars. Gabriel and Rosita fortify a room and Prepare For Battle. Gabriel and Rosita ride some horses on a beach only for the camera to pan back and show some extras dressed as zombies shambling after them, and then!!! The final shot: Gabriel picks up a SINGLE PERFECT ROSE (sigh) from amidst the mud and carnage… and stares into the sunset. It’s very wistful. (It’s not very wistful at all.)
( All in all, it’s as terrible as it sounds. )
( Now, enough of that montage; back to the present, and their artistically messy hair. Rosita looks to Gabriel, and her expression very much is along the lines of please, let this be the end, let me die, before her jaw flexes and she forces out the last bit with a smile. )
If you think you have what it takes to be a Zombae, or you know someone who does, then let us know by leaving a comment.
( ooc: Green is Rosita, red is Gabriel, and comments will be coming from both of them. )
HAVE YOU EVER WOKEN UP ( dramatic pause ) TO DISCOVER THE WORLD ( dramatic pause ) IS A DARKER PLACE THAN YOU EVER KNEW? AND JUST KNOWN ( dramatic pause ) THAT CHANGE WAS ON THE HORIZON?
( Ah, yes, a shot of a Manly Form against the skyline, silhouetted by the sunlight, and with a shotgun against his shoulder. )
CAN LOVE SURVIVE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE THE WORLD IS AGAINST YOU? AND ( an even more dramatic pause ) .... CAN YOU SURVIVE WITHOUT LOVE?
( Fade to black, but only for a moment.
Behold, gentle viewers, the face of purest suffering. At the very least it is a look of intense suffering, because Rosita has taken several weeks of being intensely aggravated by producers and reminding herself that she needs the money to help Carl and Daryl and Andrea and Enid and keep them all safe to try, and allowed herself to be trained into looking slightly more cooperative. )
Hi. I’m ImPort Rosita Espinosa, and I’m here to bring romance back from the dead. ZomBae will be hitting your screens in just a few weeks, a fresh new show combining the trials of finding love with surviving the apocalypse.
( Okay, no. She still sounds like she hates this, and she still does, but it’s been turned into a marketing #aesthetic. Have you ever heard a tone more flat? Isn’t it great how aloof she is? )
( Yeah, sure. But wait! Who’s this handsome devil? There is a new person on screen, and that person would be one Gabriel Grey. He looks as if he is enjoying this about as much as Rosita is when he speaks. )
My name is Gabriel, [ he may be reading off some cue cards, focus intent an inch left of the camera, maintaining his own deadpan #aesthetic ], I'm 30, and I come from New York City. I would call myself resourceful and hardworking, which would work to my advantage in the wake of some kind of world-ending disaster like the zombie apocalypse and also [ he is definitely reading off cue cards ] love.
( Back to Rosita, and she is resting an axe against her shoulder as she talks, rubbing her forehead for a brief moment before she forces herself to go on. Flat as Hell: ) But we need your help to find Gabriel his perfect partner in survival, and in life.
( And now, a montage:
Gabriel and Rosita fight zombies. Gabriel and Rosita scan the terrain with binoculars. Gabriel and Rosita fortify a room and Prepare For Battle. Gabriel and Rosita ride some horses on a beach only for the camera to pan back and show some extras dressed as zombies shambling after them, and then!!! The final shot: Gabriel picks up a SINGLE PERFECT ROSE (sigh) from amidst the mud and carnage… and stares into the sunset. It’s very wistful. (It’s not very wistful at all.)
( All in all, it’s as terrible as it sounds. )
( Now, enough of that montage; back to the present, and their artistically messy hair. Rosita looks to Gabriel, and her expression very much is along the lines of please, let this be the end, let me die, before her jaw flexes and she forces out the last bit with a smile. )
If you think you have what it takes to be a Zombae, or you know someone who does, then let us know by leaving a comment.
( ooc: Green is Rosita, red is Gabriel, and comments will be coming from both of them. )
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[ He's new. Newish, by now. Newer. But he can sense there's no answer waiting for him. ]
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A curious turn of phrase, [ said as if he's not familiar with money, what, ] but unless you arrived before the month of March in the current year, you would be correct.
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[ No follow up on demanding from the space alien about why weird shit happens, at least, but it does leave them in something of a stand-off. From Sylar's perspective, anyway, hostility having not lost its quiet edge.
Curiousity, too, of a reluctant sort. He manages to smooth his voice into something dry and sardonic; ]
You're not volunteering for the show, are you?
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A door in the background opens then closes. Off to one side--]
Hey Spock, Bones just sent me--
[The voice trails off. Jim sees how intently Spock is staring at the screen of his comm.
An attractive blonde man with piercing blue eyes appears over Spock's shoulder.]
...Holy shit.
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He about to continue on when Jim interrupts by leaning in over his shoulder. ]
—Please pardon my companion.
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Or an accidental sense of humour. Sylar is about ready to cut the feed around when a second face pops into frame, and it's enough to have him pause and study this newcomer. He raises an eyebrow. ]
No problem. You may as well introduce us to avoid any future confusion.
[ Dry, dry, dry. ]
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At Spock's reference though, Jim just glances at him with a Look, then returns to look at the screen and leans back a bit.]
Jim Kirk.
[And okay he can't help himself, he has to ask:]
Are you human?
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He remains quiet though, listening for Sylar's response to Jim's question. ]
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Still dickish, more amicable. ]
More human than your friend, here. Are you an alien too?
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[Spock can probably feel Jim's amusement by now over their bond. A grin slowly starts to spread on hbis face. He's never seen Spock himself roll his eyes but this was an excellent second choice.]
100% human. Haven't seen you around before.
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But despite his irritation, he doesn't miss Sylar's particularly phrased comment of "more human" rather than a flat-out 'yes'. He honestly doesn't think much of it at this point though, merely filing away his phrasing. ]
Mr. Gabriel did imply that he arrived relatively recently before your entrance into our conversation.
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[ It's a correction made with the same off-handed irritation as one would exhibit by swatting a fly, gaze flicking back to his pointier doppelganger by now only just in frame. He isn't singularly wedded to his legal name, but--
Mr Gabriel. Space cadet, please. ]
Gabriel Gray. And yeah, [ he says. ] Maybe a month and a half. I guess in a multidimensional circumstance of infinite possibility, something's bound to repeat itself.
[ Like his face. Apparently. ]
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Your first experience with the possibilities of the multiverse?
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Unfortunately, it is not our first experience.
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[ Back to dry observation, one based on Jim's more expressive response and the raised, tapered point of notSylar's eyebrow. ]
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It got plenty old the first time around.
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Our experience caused a radical change within our reality's history when compared to the Prime reality ours is based off of.