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entranceway2017-07-16 01:21 am
burntvideocassette) wrote in entranceway2017-07-16 01:21 am
[Video] Entry #2 - Event Day 3
[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]
If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...
[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]
...Don't.
[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]
Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.
[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]
Last warning.
[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.
He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.
Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.
There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]
[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.
Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...
[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]
...Don't.
[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]
Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.
[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]
Last warning.
[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.
He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.
Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.
There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]
[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.
Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
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Just kidding.
That at least explains where his lighter went, but Tim's not exactly in the state of mind to appreciate the artistry. He's too busy trying, trying not to remember the words of a man who'd dripped gasoline across carpeting, into every room in the house, with the indictment of this is all your fault ringing in the halls.
Jay never saw that entry. He wouldn't know who it is he's emulating.]
Jay! What the hell?
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He expected Tim wouldn't be a fan of this idea. It's why he swiped the lighter instead of just...y'know, asking for it. But he at least expected Tim to get why he's doing this.
He flicks the lighter off and on absent-mindedly as he tries to come up with the most succinct explanation. If he speaks, it'll make noise, which might attract more walkers. The fact that writing his response buys him more time to compose his thoughts is a bonus.]
Going to get rid of as many as I can.
[He attaches a photo. The house is surrounded, and several walkers do seem to have found their way inside. From the angle, it looks like Jay's still in the tree.]
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Actually, Jay's always giving him some sort of conniption or another. Through sheer overwhelming stupidity no less. He nicked his lighter and decided to set a house on fire and back himself into a corner in the process.]
fire doesnt work on them theyll just be on fire and trying to kill you
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get out of there
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it's not JUST the fire it's the house
when the house collapses it should
they can't survive that
[They'll be crushed, and that'll be the end of it, and he'll finally make a difference for once.]
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did you listen to michonne at all
jay get OUT OF THERE
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action; alex's cameraman is a Criminal
a SMOOTH CRIMINAL
action; that is now playing on the stereo. confirmed.
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three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees. BURNIN' DOWN THE HOUSE.
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Listening to the message sent out, and then the bright notes of music drown out much of anything else as Wendy's attention goes to the house... and the zombies coming for it. Not bad, in her mind, though she's curious about something.]
Nice job. What do you have lighting it up?
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When more of them are inside I need to get to that window.
[He sends a picture of the open living room window, seen from the tree.]
I've got a lighter. Better if I had something I could set off remotely, but supplies are limited.
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What about one of those bottle things, or something like it? Something you can throw?
[Because getting back down there doesn't seem safe in her book.]
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[Great. Great. If he'd just taken five more seconds to think this plan through, then he might not have to climb down there. He could've just taken a rag and a bottle from the house, poured some leftover gasoline inside. Poor man's remote detonator.
But here he is. With a plan to walk straight into danger. Story of his short, useless life.]
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youre going to get dead. I mean, I know everyone says youll come back, but that's not a way anyone wants to die. Like i really dont want towatch you die.
dont go down ther and die.
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One hundred percent livid.]
What the hell do you think you're doing you vacuous fuck?
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Jay doesn't have that luxury. He's never had that luxury. The things he's seen can't be understood, much less beaten. You can't win where he's from.
He just wants to do some fucking good for once in his life.]
Getting rid of as many as I can. All at once.
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Did you even consider asking the multitudes of people with zombie experience what they thought of your dumbass plan before you started acting on it? Because I don't even know where to begin listing the ways this plan sucks.
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Sure, if I saw any evidence of actual explosives instead of just a lot of gasoline.
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shaun's message has been a beacon of light and joy these past few days
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What the fuck.
The walkers won't die unless the fire melts all of their brains before it melts your speakers. Otherwise we're gonna have walkers on fire wandering around and walkers on the way to the noise, eating anyone in their paths. This is a really easy way to fucking die.
I'm on my way to you.
( She's covered in walker guts so she'll be fine, and it's the only way he'll be okay too. It's if she covers him in walker guts so they can't smell him given he's going to be surrounded fast. )
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Dammit.]
Listen. I'm not trying to melt them. I'm trying to bring the building down. Crush the brain that way.
But I guess I'm not. Thought the crowd would clear up. Don't have space to get to the window to light it.
Don't come unless you're equipped for:
[Jay attaches a picture taken from the tree. The crowd of walkers surrounding the house is...significant.]
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The building collapsing's gonna bring in more.
I'm equipped. I'm covered in their guts. It's the best way. I'm bringing some to you.
( She's literally dragging a walker corpse behind her at this point. She's used to anything and everything, and he'll need some protection if he wants to make it to the other side alive, if he wants to set off the fire. )
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It should do enough damage to be worth it, right?
[Jay hopes so. He really, really hopes so. But Tim's warning--that he's putting others in danger--stuck with him. He doesn't want any actual people catching fire.]
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Kid, what the fuck. You got some kind of escape route?
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I was hoping more of them would find the front door by now.
[He sends a photo of the front lawn, as seen from his tree. A few zombies have made their way inside, but the larger crowd's still milling around outside.]
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This is why she wants to petition Wonderland to round all noncombatants up in a playpen or something because goodness they're gonna get themselves killed.]
Did you bait it with anything?
A dying animal or something?
Or did you just think they might walk in there eventually?
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The stereo's inside.
But it looks like most of them are happy enough to stand on the front lawn.
[This plan is flawless and absolutely not a complete failure just like everything else Jay's ever tried.]
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Did it occur to you that you might need more sound for more zombies?
Some speakers or something?
Did you plan an extraction?
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