Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2011-08-02 05:47 pm
nookiepowered) wrote2011-08-02 05:47 pm
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FH Security Center, Tuesday Afternoon
Bo was rubbing her neck with one hand and leaning on the other as she watched the screen that covered the area just outside the north gate, so you couldn't really blame her for the fact that she hadn't yet noticed how her hands looked. She had other things to pay attention to.
First, the unfamiliar flu-like ache she'd woken up with in most of her joints; she didn't really ever get sick anymore, or at least not for long. Once she'd fed, any injury or illness was wiped away along with the weakness and hunger that had driven her there in the first place. It had been long enough that feeling a bit peaky wasn't out of the question, and Bo certainly knew how to solve that, but...
Second and more immediate, the small bluish deer who'd set off the motion detector, now nosing around the security camera, eating... what kind of plant was that? Whatever it was, the deer was tearing into the mass of green with more relish than Bo had seen people tear into a sixty-dollar steak. Wait, was that branch moving?
Somewhere there was a button that would rotate the camera so she could get a better view, and another that would turn up the sound; it was only when Bo reached for them that she caught sight of her hands in the light from the bank of screens, and stared. No wonder her joints hurt; the knuckles were swollen, the skin over them silvery and tight, while other patches between her fingers were rough and dark gray, scabbed like she'd punched a wall three or four times -- in a black and white movie.
She'd have stared stupidly at her own hands for even longer if one of them hadn't been stabbing the volume key; the growls and shrieks that boomed from the speaker were impossible to ignore. Still, it took an embarrassing number of seconds for Bo's brain to process that the thrashing green plant being torn apart by the tiny deer was in fact a thrashing green gremlin being torn apart by a tiny deer.
Oh, good. No, wait. Some other word that started with g. Gross. That was it.
[Open should anyone want to bug her or ask professional questions she can't answer like "WTF is going on?"]
First, the unfamiliar flu-like ache she'd woken up with in most of her joints; she didn't really ever get sick anymore, or at least not for long. Once she'd fed, any injury or illness was wiped away along with the weakness and hunger that had driven her there in the first place. It had been long enough that feeling a bit peaky wasn't out of the question, and Bo certainly knew how to solve that, but...
Second and more immediate, the small bluish deer who'd set off the motion detector, now nosing around the security camera, eating... what kind of plant was that? Whatever it was, the deer was tearing into the mass of green with more relish than Bo had seen people tear into a sixty-dollar steak. Wait, was that branch moving?
Somewhere there was a button that would rotate the camera so she could get a better view, and another that would turn up the sound; it was only when Bo reached for them that she caught sight of her hands in the light from the bank of screens, and stared. No wonder her joints hurt; the knuckles were swollen, the skin over them silvery and tight, while other patches between her fingers were rough and dark gray, scabbed like she'd punched a wall three or four times -- in a black and white movie.
She'd have stared stupidly at her own hands for even longer if one of them hadn't been stabbing the volume key; the growls and shrieks that boomed from the speaker were impossible to ignore. Still, it took an embarrassing number of seconds for Bo's brain to process that the thrashing green plant being torn apart by the tiny deer was in fact a thrashing green gremlin being torn apart by a tiny deer.
Oh, good. No, wait. Some other word that started with g. Gross. That was it.
[Open should anyone want to bug her or ask professional questions she can't answer like "WTF is going on?"]
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Which, because Kenzi was Kenzi and took No as an engraved invitation, required a Look. "You haven't been back there since we told everyone to stay the hell out, have you?"
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Dude. Was there a being in the universe that didn't?
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Way, way less dirty in her head.
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"Not unless the wild weird deer show up inside the school walls."
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