Carl Grimes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2014-11-12 09:59 pm
112ounces) wrote in maskormenace2014-11-12 09:59 pm
Entry tags:
- stiles stilinski | n/a,
- † alluka zoldyck | n/a,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † dalila galloway | ghost,
- † desmond miles | n/a,
- † ellie williams | n/a,
- † garfield logan | beast boy,
- † hajime ichinose | n/a,
- † jennifer keller | n/a,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † lillian crawley-jeffries | diamond lil,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
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[ It's late at night when you get this message.
Hello to all heroes and villains, and people who really don't give a shit. Meet Carl Grimes: a kid who kinda straddles in all three categories. He's actually pretty filthy, with his blue shirt stained with dirt and sweat. His hair is slick with sweat as well, looking like it hadn't been washed in a few days. The only thing that looks impeccable is the hat he's wearing: brown with light gold tassels, a sheriff's hat.
His eyes are clear and he frowns in confusion. It's obvious he's a newcomer. ]
Hi. I'm Carl.
[ He pauses, trying to find something good to say without saying anything. It's like reaching out to people on the internet before the walkers came about, he suppose. He's trying to remember what you do on that, but he hasn't been on the Internet for a long, long time. ]
I was in Georgia before I came here. I was with my dad. His name is Rick Grimes. He was a sheriff, if it helps. I don't know if he's here or not, so I'm just looking. So I guess . . .
[ Another pause, and he looks a little uneasy, unsure what else to say. He wants to say the names of others, but he's not even sure if they are even alive, the last time he saw them they were running around in the burning wreckage of their home.
His uneasiness and habitual shyness took the better of him and quickly turns off his camera, sending the message to other "heroes" before he looses his nerve and not say anything to anyone at all. ]
Hello to all heroes and villains, and people who really don't give a shit. Meet Carl Grimes: a kid who kinda straddles in all three categories. He's actually pretty filthy, with his blue shirt stained with dirt and sweat. His hair is slick with sweat as well, looking like it hadn't been washed in a few days. The only thing that looks impeccable is the hat he's wearing: brown with light gold tassels, a sheriff's hat.
His eyes are clear and he frowns in confusion. It's obvious he's a newcomer. ]
Hi. I'm Carl.
[ He pauses, trying to find something good to say without saying anything. It's like reaching out to people on the internet before the walkers came about, he suppose. He's trying to remember what you do on that, but he hasn't been on the Internet for a long, long time. ]
I was in Georgia before I came here. I was with my dad. His name is Rick Grimes. He was a sheriff, if it helps. I don't know if he's here or not, so I'm just looking. So I guess . . .
[ Another pause, and he looks a little uneasy, unsure what else to say. He wants to say the names of others, but he's not even sure if they are even alive, the last time he saw them they were running around in the burning wreckage of their home.
His uneasiness and habitual shyness took the better of him and quickly turns off his camera, sending the message to other "heroes" before he looses his nerve and not say anything to anyone at all. ]
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[He feels for the kid, he really does. Nervous, unsure of himself, separated from everything he'd ever known....
It's like looking into the mirror and seeing the sixteen-year-old Desmond.]
So did they tell you what your powers do yet? [Because really, talking to a kid about superheroes is about the best icebreaker he's found.]
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[ He's rustling through the papers. ]
Enhanced Vision and Visual Linking.
I can see a lot better but I don't know what the second is.
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...I don't think I've seen a Rick Grimes on the network, though. Sorry about that.
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Hey, if you ever need anything let me know. Okay?
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[ A beat. ]
So what's there to do in this place anyway?
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[A pause.]
Are you Registered? That's the only way they'll let you use the teleporters.
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Anyway, there's a movie theatre. Lots of shops. I think there's an arcade too, if you're into games.