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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.]
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]
Olivia? Olivia!
[voice]
... Toby?
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[Location: Street]
He follows the dot, squinting through the mist for the wall she's apparently slumped against. And then he sees her.
"Olivia."
[Location: Street]
Shakily, she pulls herself up, and hugs herself, cold.
"I'm fine," she says, taking an unsteady step forward. She isn't in any danger of falling, she's just unsure.
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"Are you sure? What happened?"
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"All of-- all of the people I couldn't... save, chased me down the street," she lets out a stifled sob. She's stronger than this, she doesn't need to cry, but it's been so terrifying.
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"Hey, hey... 's okay, you're gonna be okay."
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It was like a double whammy. Not only had she been chased by real, legitamate ghosts, they'd been people she hadn't been able to help, people who had died on her watch. And that guilt, buried because it's necessary to do so when you're a doctor, had been dragged up in the worst way.
So she sort of sags in Toby's arms, and lets out noises that would be sobs if she wasn't trying so hard to keep them at bay.
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"Liv. You don't need to be tough. Just let it out, I'm not going anywhere."
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And when she can breathe, when the sobs stop threatening to take over, she stays there a moment longer, shuddering, and then letting her grip loosen.
"I'm... I'm okay, I just." Pause, and a deep breath. "I wasn't... actually expecting a bunch of ghosts on Halloween, you know?"
It sounds stupid when she puts it that way, but.
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"We should probably go."
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"Y-yeah, let's go. I don't want to be here, it gives me the creeps," Liv says unsteadily, rubbing at her face a little.
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So they start walking back through the mist, towards Toby's apartment.
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She's just holding it together until she can curl up on Toby's couch.
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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.
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"Toby. Toby, what's wrong?" She half-demands, squeezing his hand and glancing up ahead of them, trying to make him walk a little faster.
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And then he's sure he sees a figure off to his left, and he drops Olivia's hand.
"-- Oz??"
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"Toby, there isn't anybody there," she says, slightly urgent. "Come on, we need to go."
Even if somewhere, she's sort of hoping it actually is Oz.
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"Toby!"
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"Come on," Olivia insists, and she almost reaches out to drag him off, but something stops her. What if it actually is Oz out there? What if he's hurt?
... This is a bad idea and she knows it.
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"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--"
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And then Toby tells her to run, and she has to swallow the rush of panic that floods through her, instead moving forward and grabbing his arm.
"What? What is it? Come on, don't just stand here--" Olivia says loudly, tugging at him to get him to move. Something's not right, she can feel it.
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"Just run - we're almost there -"
"Gimme a break, Toby, you can't run from me."
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Ow, okay, ow, ankle.
"Don't you want to know where your mom is, Toby?"
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
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Panting, Olivia drags Toby closer, half trying to support him if he needs it, but still running for her life-- not that it's helping, much.
"Ignore whatever it is," she pants, keeping her eyes on the building. "Just ignore it--"
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Finally, without much more terrible incident, they make it to the alley behind Toby's building. The stairs are right there...
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Every few moments, she looks around, wondering if what's chasing them will actually let her see it. Somehow, she doesn't think that's going to happen.
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