015 ⇨ and whatever you do

[brobeforehos]

voice ⇨ public

I'm pretty sure statues aren't supposed to move on their own.

[pause.]

I'm very sure I didn't have statues in the apartment at all.

[ooc; don't blink!!]

Comments

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ 2 / 3 ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

They're weeping angels. They move.

Except for when you look at them. They can't move when you look at them.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Don't blink. And don't look them in the eye.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Right - why?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

What happens when I blink? Because I keep wanting to blink right now, and how is there a 'weeping angel' thingy in my living room in the first place? Are they monsters? A City curse?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

And why not the eye? I mean, not that I want to - creepy factor has hit the sky right now, and the flickering lights make it worse - but I'd rather not look at its collarbones, as fancy as they are...

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

It can move when you blink. If it moves it can get to you, if it can get to you it can kill you. So don't blink.

And if you look it in the eye it can--- get into your head. And still kill you.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Try to get somewhere with more people. Before the lights go out.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Okay. [rush of panic? yes, check. very much check.]

How about mirrors, do those work? Because - I should find a torch. Somewhere.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Don' know about mirrors. A torch'd be good, yeah. Just-- don't look away from the angel.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

1/2

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

If looking away means certain death, I am going to keep as much eye contact with this angel as if it were my beloved.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

My apartment - If I turn around the corner, will it follow?

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

No eye contact.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, probably.

Look, just-- stay there. Where's your apartment? I'll come get you.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

God, right, alright! No eye contact - it just slipped! So commanding, are you Scottish or something?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[PAUSE.] Okay, sorry - that might've been a bit rude.

You're trying to help, and I'm facing a statue that kills and instead of being thankful for the help, here I am, shouting at helpful stranger - very nice sounding strangers, too, really! - and I'm...rambling like my brother.

Anyway, apartment - it's [pretending time! pretending time begins: pretend directions follow.]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'm Scottish.

Just-- don't blink, okay. I'll be there as soon as I can.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Scottish saviour - do you have a name?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Amy. Amy Pond. An' who're you?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Mae. Mae Crawford.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Gotcha.

I'll be there in a bit.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Lovely.

[a-parting-word.livejournal.com]

It might be wise to leave. Now.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Yeah - I will be doing that, soon as Amy gets here.

[a-parting-word.livejournal.com]

You can meet your friend elsewhere.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

I suppose I can, but I'm not to blink or look away - and I've got to find a torch somewhere, too.