[i.] [There is that moment of grogginess, wherein Liv contemplates what exactly has happened. Even as a hand comes up to her head and her eyes open, confusion flashes. She had been... at the morgue. That much she recalls. A cupcake. Yes, she had been making a cupcake. Not just any cupcake, mind, but one from the brain of the most recent deceased murdered suspect.
While some may find it a little creepy down there, it holds nothing to where she currently is, which is certainly not a morgue. She rises slowly, brushing the dirt off of her lab coat and presses the wigged hair behind her shoulders. As it is, she is standing there, a puzzled expression on her face. She does, surprisingly, look like your average human being today. Her skin has been tanned from its alabaster white, and her seemingly bleached blonde hair is a softer blonde, longer in length than usual. Black shoes, dark blue jeans and a black top patterned with cherries are partially covered by that white medical jacket that she wears.]
There goes my meal.
[It is half muttered under her breath, because whatever this is, she really wants nothing to do with it. Bad enough that her picture is plastered all across the newspaper (nevermind which paper it is), but now she's going without her meal, and stuck in who the heck knows where. Well, there has to be some logical answer, right? Or something, maybe... Drugged? But Ravi? Is he okay?
She stands there for a while, brow furrows, sorting through what she knows, although the scientific part of her is wondering how she knows this. A memory wipe? Even that doesn't make sense to her. There is a huff, arms crossing over her chest as she looks around. It's... some sort of ruins? She takes a few steps, before her foot kicks something across the ground. Bending, she notes that it is a phone, but not the one she owns. Liv moves to turn it on, but pauses when she hears a noise.]
Hello?
[There is a chill that crawls down her spine as her eyes roam around the shadows above her head and in the darkened corners. Typically, Liv doesn't need to worry about things that go bump in the night, because she is something that goes bump in the night. Being a zombie does have a lot of minuses, but there are also some benefits. Still, there is something very off about this situation as she starts walking again, glancing around every few seconds.]
[ii.] [She feels a lot more at ease than she has in some time- well, excluding the brain that she had eaten of the mindfulness yoga instructor, although that zen personality is quite far from what Liv generally is. A go getter, an overachiever. For a time she had lost who and what she had thought that she was, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could return to a human and have a normal life, only to have it taken away...
Add to that everything that has been going on, and not just ending up there. That is only the icing on the cupcake that she had not have the opportunity to eat. It had seemed to be one disaster after another, and just when she thought it might be getting a little better, good old life came and slugged her, again.
Yet she looks completely serene as she sits on the lawn chair, feet bent over to one side, a spicy bloody Mary in hand. She's paler than when she first arrived, her hair shorter and closer to white than the softer blonde than when she first arrived, if anyone happened to see her then. She takes a sip of her drink, a hum of pleasure. Not as good as brains, but it is spicy, and that is something. Her eyes do lift as she hears someone coming closer.]
Liv Moore | iZombie
[There is that moment of grogginess, wherein Liv contemplates what exactly has happened. Even as a hand comes up to her head and her eyes open, confusion flashes. She had been... at the morgue. That much she recalls. A cupcake. Yes, she had been making a cupcake. Not just any cupcake, mind, but one from the brain of the most recent deceased murdered suspect.
While some may find it a little creepy down there, it holds nothing to where she currently is, which is certainly not a morgue. She rises slowly, brushing the dirt off of her lab coat and presses the wigged hair behind her shoulders. As it is, she is standing there, a puzzled expression on her face. She does, surprisingly, look like your average human being today. Her skin has been tanned from its alabaster white, and her seemingly bleached blonde hair is a softer blonde, longer in length than usual. Black shoes, dark blue jeans and a black top patterned with cherries are partially covered by that white medical jacket that she wears.]
There goes my meal.
[It is half muttered under her breath, because whatever this is, she really wants nothing to do with it. Bad enough that her picture is plastered all across the newspaper (nevermind which paper it is), but now she's going without her meal, and stuck in who the heck knows where. Well, there has to be some logical answer, right? Or something, maybe... Drugged? But Ravi? Is he okay?
She stands there for a while, brow furrows, sorting through what she knows, although the scientific part of her is wondering how she knows this. A memory wipe? Even that doesn't make sense to her. There is a huff, arms crossing over her chest as she looks around. It's... some sort of ruins? She takes a few steps, before her foot kicks something across the ground. Bending, she notes that it is a phone, but not the one she owns. Liv moves to turn it on, but pauses when she hears a noise.]
Hello?
[There is a chill that crawls down her spine as her eyes roam around the shadows above her head and in the darkened corners. Typically, Liv doesn't need to worry about things that go bump in the night, because she is something that goes bump in the night. Being a zombie does have a lot of minuses, but there are also some benefits. Still, there is something very off about this situation as she starts walking again, glancing around every few seconds.]
[ii.]
[She feels a lot more at ease than she has in some time- well, excluding the brain that she had eaten of the mindfulness yoga instructor, although that zen personality is quite far from what Liv generally is. A go getter, an overachiever. For a time she had lost who and what she had thought that she was, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could return to a human and have a normal life, only to have it taken away...
Add to that everything that has been going on, and not just ending up there. That is only the icing on the cupcake that she had not have the opportunity to eat. It had seemed to be one disaster after another, and just when she thought it might be getting a little better, good old life came and slugged her, again.
Yet she looks completely serene as she sits on the lawn chair, feet bent over to one side, a spicy bloody Mary in hand. She's paler than when she first arrived, her hair shorter and closer to white than the softer blonde than when she first arrived, if anyone happened to see her then. She takes a sip of her drink, a hum of pleasure. Not as good as brains, but it is spicy, and that is something. Her eyes do lift as she hears someone coming closer.]
Oh. Hi! Bloody Mary? They're... a bit spicy.
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