kore_logs | hide yo god, hide yo 'rents, cause we're seeing errybody up in here

Who: Anna Milton and OPEN
What: Crazy plot shenanigans
Where: All over the place! In yo' houses, up in yo' bar, all over the place.
When: Days 33-39
Notes: Put whatever day you want Anna from in the subject line for varying levels of crazy, if you please. There's a guide to her hallucinations so that you have a general idea of what she's going to be up to and doing. This is a catch-all log for everything from random hilarious mistaking someone-for-God shenanigans all the way through to lovely delicious feelsy breakdowns. Hit me with your best shot, babies. ~~And now for some prosey wank to make it look like a real log~~ :O

It's driving her insane. The people following her, the feeling that something inside of her is rising up and pushing out of her chest, it won't get any better. And then she recognises the faces and everything changes, and it goes from a desperate fight to find out who to a pained attempt to reconcile her guilt. There's no sense to it, and an incredibly logical part of Anna knows full well that it can't be them, but who could turn that opportunity away?

...Of course, it doesn't stop there, that'd be far too easy. Of course it isn't just her parents, it's so much more than that, and it's not long before that last grasp on reality, that last logical train of thought slips. Her mother, her father, and now her Father? Anna's just too wrapped up to think about anything other than the reconciliation.

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"OUF!" He's caught off guard in a tangle of limbs as he attempted to pry her off. This was most certainly unexpected!

"I'm... not dead!" He got one hand free, "And pretty sure... not your dad!" Although he did fancy the ginger hair.

Unexpected for you and her both, Doctor. After all, she's almost certain that it's her late father standing in front of her. She steps back, but she's beaming, and those are definitely slight tears welling in her eyes. It's making it harder to discern details in the face in front of her, but she's just out of it enough for the facial features to blur and blend into what she wants to see, anyway.

"What are you talking about, it's me, it's Anna."

Never mind the fact that he's too young, that they look nothing alike. She's just irrational enough, just burdened enough by her guilt, and just helpless enough that she's seeing the faces of her parents anywhere. This poor stranger, all he's done to earn this is be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he has a rather overemotional, fallen angel weighed down by the deaths of her parents to deal with.

"I'm so sorry, Dad, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't think they would come for you and Mom, I swear."

"Hello, Anna." He speaks calmly, although still rather hesitant. His eyes looked her over, and he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, no clothes out of place, no strange jewelry.

This place was starting to become really strange, between people running around warning him of things, and, well, this. He had been a father before, but that was a long, long, time ago.

"I think you have me confused for someone." He tries to be nice and smooth out the fabric resting on her shoulder, "I don't know you, and trust me, I rarely forget who I meet."

His words are enough for her to frown, blink hard and rub her eyes. She takes a small step back and really looks at the man in front of her, and things clear up. Her mind becomes slightly less foggy, her vision a little less blurred and he's right - he's definitely not her father.

....And she just appeared in front of him, no thoughts as to the consequences. Crap.

"I am so sorry," she blurts out quickly, taking another step away. Perhaps he didn't notice the disappearing act, or didn't see, or something. Maybe she still has a shred of luck left on her side. "I thought- well, I thought you were someone else. Stupid, he couldn't be here. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, a simple mista---" He pauses, looking completely distant for a moment, concern coming over his features. He thought he heard knocking....

"I'm sorry, do you hear anything?" He's looking around, searching for a source. "Are you with anyone?"

The strange paranoia of his started when he arrived here, and the nagging feeling had only become worse with each day. Today, every so often, he thought he heard someone knocking.

"No, no it's just me here."

She thinks, anyway. For a moment she pauses and quickly surveys the area, because there's every chance that dear mom and dad have gone and snuck up on her again. They're very good at doing that, it seems. After a careful inspection of the area around her she turns back to the stranger, and that careful look is turned towards him instead. He's certainly...strange.

"What can you hear? Everything's quiet, I'm sorry."

Obviously this guy was just crazy.

He wasn't crazy! Just... was paranoid. Rightly paranoid as there was a circulating prophecy of his foretold death. Surely one would be paranoid about that, right?

He shakes his head, "Nothing, you're right. I just..." He rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly before inhaling deeply and looking back at her, "I think this makes us even. I'm not your father, though I might be old enough to be, and it's just you and me here."

hide yo god, hide yo 'rents, cause we're seeing errybody up in here

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wow i'm sorry best way to start cr ever >_> <_<

hahaha, it's hilarious!

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sorry for the late reply. Work kind of consumed me there for a bit