http://drfawcettkthx.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] drfawcettkthx.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-11-02 07:05 pm
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002: [Location: streets of Taxon/Visual] they go bump in the night.

This is the kind of weather Olivia actually likes, the fall and the cold. So it's no wonder that she's taking a stroll outside, dressed in one of her favorite jackets and pair of jeans, hands in her pockets. Olivia doesn't whistle, but she does hum under her breath every once in a while, content and peaceful with things as there are right then and there. Of course, she wants to go home, and would give up just about anything to have a way back, but right now... it's nice. No stress. It's exactly what she needed, whether she likes it or not.

Of course, she'd ignored the fact that it was Halloween. Olivia didn't do Halloween. But Halloween definitely hadn't forgotten about her, and Taxon was about to hit her with her first event. Joy.

For a long time, it's quiet as she walks along. But she eventually notices whispers of noises, flashes of white in her peripheral vision, and pauses in her walk, looking around. A shiver runs down her back as a cold chill sweeps through the evening air, but she shakes her head. Come on, Olivia, don't be ridiculous, she tells herself. There's nothing out there. And she keeps walking.

But the noises start getting louder, the sound of things scuttling across the ground, whimpers coming from inside buildings that look like they're empty, the wind picking up slightly... and she's starting to be a little frightened, feeling like she's being watched. She walks faster, ignoring the noises as best as possible, until suddenly, quite clearly:

"Olivia..."

Olivia jumps, and flips around, wishing she had some kind of weapon to defend herself with. This had been a stupid idea, she realizes, walking out in the dark by herself. While she was more than capable of taking care of herself (thank you very much) there were still those creeps out there that would take any chance possible to take advantage of her. Lifting her hands in front of her face, ready to defend herself, Olivia starts backing up, pressing herself against a wall, trying to see if she can figure out where her stalker is lurking.

Of course, she's expecting her attacker to be corporeal, so when a hand comes out of the wall behind her and grabs her shoulder, she shrieks and slaps at it, stumbling away from the wall.

"Olivia..."

And suddenly there's people, everywhere. But they aren't people, they're-- if she didn't know any better, they were zombies, people who were decomposing as they walked, some limping, some dragging themselves toward her with their hands, all of them moaning Olivia, Olivia, why didn't you save us...?

One by one, as Olivia stumbles backwards, trying to get away from the creatures, she starts to recognize them. The little girl who had fallen in the lake. The elderly man who'd had a stroke. The woman who'd bled to death on the operating table. All people Olivia hadn't been able to save, all of them yearning for a piece of her, all wanting the same thing.

And when the little girl--skin deathly blue and eyes sunken in--grabs her ankle, Olivia screams.


[ooc: halloween hallucinations~ have fun with her imaginary zombies.]

[voice]

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-03 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[--ohSHI --]

Olivia? Olivia!

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
'Liv, just -- hold on, okay, I'm coming.

[Location: Street]

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-03 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily Olivia doesn't seem to be far from Toby's, so he gets out onto the dark, scary street, pushing away memories of being attacked and focusing on getting to Olivia as fast as he can.

He follows the dot, squinting through the mist for the wall she's apparently slumped against. And then he sees her.

"Olivia."

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-03 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Toby closes the gap between them, looking worried and looking over her to make sure that she's really okay.

"Are you sure? What happened?"

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's surprisingly not weird for Toby, considering what he's seen since coming here, so he just holds her and does his best to comfort her. It's not often he sees Olivia like this... and that is seriously just. Not. Often.

"Hey, hey... 's okay, you're gonna be okay."

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Toby just... holds her, because that's all he can do. He's thinking, of course, about getting them back inside, but only when Olivia's ready. Only when he knows she'll be okay.

"Liv. You don't need to be tough. Just let it out, I'm not going anywhere."

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses after a breath, then: "I know. I should've known something like this'd happen." He should've told her to stay inside, or gone with her, but he didn't even know she'd left.

"We should probably go."

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
When she's done rubbing her face, Toby moves to take her hand and holds it tightly, reassuring for the two of them. He's got an eye out, too, because whatever happened to her probably wants a go at him, too.

So they start walking back through the mist, towards Toby's apartment.

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
They're about halfway back when Toby hears the first of the whispers. They're like thoughts, but they're not his or Olivia's. He doesn't know who they belong to, and regardless, he's blocking right now. But the whispers get louder. Toby just tries to ignore it. They're almost home, after all.

There's movement ahead. He swallows down any fear. It's just Taxon, it's just - dammit - Halloween. This is supposed to happen.

Olivia might notice how nervous Toby now looks, though, as he stares around the street.

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"... Nothing," he replies, distracted, but he keeps pace with her. The whispers are just loud now, and he wonders if Olivia can hear them, because they're everywhere.

And then he's sure he sees a figure off to his left, and he drops Olivia's hand.

"-- Oz??"

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
But he can hear him through the whispers; Oz's voice is unmistakeable. And he's calling out for anyone. Somewhere in the back of Toby's mind he knows it's some kind of trap, it's Taxon doing this, but the need to see Oz again is way too strong to just wave it off. Toby takes a few steps in that direction, squinting through the dark. "Oz! ... Oz?"

"Toby!"

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Someone's approaching him through the fog, and that stance, that gait, they're all too familiar. Toby doesn't move, just letting whoever it is approach...

"There are caves in Turkey friendlier than this. What the hell, dude?"

A cautious wave of relief rushes over Toby. It's him. "Oz, oh my God."

Oz laughs, the inherently upbeat person he is. And smiling, he says, "You didn't actually believe that, did you?" And still smiling, he blinks. And his eyes go completely black.

"No -- Oh my God -- 'Liv, run--"

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Toby tries to push the image from his mind as he's pulled away by Olivia, as they begin to move, as he starts running without looking back. He's had nightmares like this. He's just trying to remind himself that he always wakes up from them eventually.

"Just run - we're almost there -"

"Gimme a break, Toby, you can't run from me."

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Toby closes his eyes whenever he can, hoping it'll help with pushing this away from him and getting them both to safety as quickly as possible. Then it feels like something's grabbing his leg, and he stumbles but doesn't fall.

Ow, okay, ow, ankle.

"Don't you want to know where your mom is, Toby?"

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm trying," he says uneasily, also staring at the building ahead and trying not to see whatever is floating into his vision in front of him. He winces at the pain in his ankle but mostly ignores it, just trying to run it off.

Finally, without much more terrible incident, they make it to the alley behind Toby's building. The stairs are right there...

[identity profile] notcursed.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's actually disappeared for Toby, too, which he thinks is both suspicious and a relief. Still, he focuses on getting up the stairs, and getting inside. He grabs his keys from his coat pocket and yanks the door open, waiting for Olivia to go inside first before following in behind her.