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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 17:12:40 GMT -8
Bryce moved for the stairs the moment the two runners were out of sight, heading for the roof in shock. Sonya- "Oh no! I wonder should I go? I know people at art school, in design department."
Sonya- "Those guys are crazy! I heard what happened with that Sharma guy, there was like thirty zombies chasing him! This isn't safe... oh man. "
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 26, 2012 17:23:07 GMT -8
Anyone who's going, meet down in the garage!
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 27, 2012 23:58:32 GMT -8
Sonya came to check the work list, and then ran over to Ben and friends with an excitable air.
Sonya- "Oh Ben, you going out? I want to go! I always stay inside with the Stevie, I need to have air. What do we do?"
tab "I was thinking of showing Alex how to sword fight... or at least how I do it. So we're just going to some 'nearby buildings', apparently..." tab At that point Ben noticed Seth being urgent about something, and everyone switched their attention to see what was up. Seth- "Anyone who's going, you gotta be fast. We gotta just run our asses off, 'cause we can't stop to fight on Denny or we're dead. That place is a death trap."
tab "Fast? I guess that rules me out," Ben shrugged apologetically. "I was never very fast." tab And could he really be of any use out there without his armour, which he apparently wouldn't have the time to put on? Never mind trying to run fast while wearing that armour. Yeah, this sounded more like a job for the usual runners. Sonya- "Oh no! I wonder should I go? I know people at art school, in design department."
tab "With Anna showing them around the place I think they'll do all right without you, but maybe we could try to distract some zombies for when they make it back?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 4, 2012 2:07:26 GMT -8
Sonya- "OK! Let's go outside and help! " Sonya grabbed a club from the corner, and waited for Ben before moving on.
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Post by Gillsing on Dec 4, 2012 10:23:04 GMT -8
(Would Jackson be in the apartment, sleeping or awake? Maybe he'd want to know what Anna is up to, and also help them get back? If not, I guess we can just bypass the apartment and go straight to the back alley.) "Right. But I think I'd better go get my armour for this." Ben glanced at his unfinished breakfast. Would be a waste to just leave it, wouldn't it? And could they really afford to waste food now? He quickly finished off whatever he'd already started on, and brought the rest with him on the way down.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 4, 2012 15:18:06 GMT -8
(Jackson might be in the apartment or on some other duty, but this job seems too urgent to take the time to go suit up or find anyone... If Ben is following the custom of carrying his weapon with him and leaving it by the door when he enters a room, then at least he has his bokken handy.) Sonya- "Maybe it takes too much time! We should just go. It will be OK."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 4, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -8
Boom! Ben, proceed to back alley thread!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 10, 2012 4:14:29 GMT -8
The Cornish kids had mostly all gone to stay in their new rooms on the fifth floor, Chantelle delivered them some soft biscuits and vegan gravy and pitchers of water. However, a few of them wolfed it down in a second and ventured up to the comm center to socialize despite their weakened states. The seemed in much better spirits after getting cleaned up and fed.
A small crowd gathered around them to chat. Briar, Casey and Ibi chatted genially with the 403ers.
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Post by Gillsing on Dec 10, 2012 18:30:54 GMT -8
(Time for serious Ben! Pretend that he looks more concerned than angry.) Ben turned to Sonya. She had mentioned that she knew some people in the design department, but since she didn't seem to recognise any of the newcomers, he assumed that they were not among the rescued. "Want to ask them about your friends? Maybe they weren't there when it all began?" Sonya- "It's OK. It was late so maybe they were not there. Also, a design student maybe does not know a art student. I will ask when there is no crowd...
Hey, you want to mix a drink? I think we still have a club soda and the wine, and now the flavor from Starbucks."
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 10, 2012 18:43:09 GMT -8
Dr. Victor busted onto the scene, almost completely composed, his shirt buttoned up completely though without a tie. He had his hair fixed, still slightly damp, and he carried a strangely odor akin to french cologne about him. He rubbed his eyes a bit, blinking at the emergence of the additional members. He stuck his hands in his pockets and skirted the edge of the crowd of other patrons. Anna- "Oh man, Doctor V, you missed the fun! We got these new people from the neighborhood. Doctor B wanted to see you - there's a few more in the clinic still...
Yeah, four from one building, and oh my god, remember Col. Teddy? His family are three of those. The other six people were from my alma mater. We had to go rescue them from crazy fucking ghost city. This is three of 'em. I bet the rest are sleeping."
Jackson- "They're charmers, aren't they?"
He thought about the numerous applicable uses for surgical steel they seemed to be gilded with. The good doctor approached the woman first, extended a cleaned hand. "Doctor Victor, pleased to meet you. I'm one of the attending physicians here at the building. I take it the experience wasn't too harrowing..." Briar- "I'm Briar. Wow it's so great, there's two doctors here... Yeah, it was pretty scary. I got pretty banged up, but Dr Bebe says I'll be fine with some rest."
"...not the outside thing, but the food. I believe as the days continue it will become less creative and more... regimented. Well, one can hope." Briar- "Huh? Oh... Oh... The food was harrowing. Well, we were drinking toilet water, so if that's what you guys call bad, I'm going to look forward to living here. "
He nodded to the other two men. "So, you must be what all the fuss is about. A guy can't even get a few hours sleep around here without too much of some life-altering commotion, it seems. I assume you have been assigned quarters where you could all sleep?" Ibi- "Oh yeah, it's a pretty nice place. Nothing in it yet, but better than sleeping on the paint lab floor any day."
"I know this is a little odd to ask, but out of the two of you pierced guys, have you any knowledge on basic medical treatment? Any of you care to be engaged in some learning? Many hands do make for light work. Of course, there will be all sorts of time to talk about various exploits and needs and such." Casey- "I learned a little first aid in high school... Wow, learning to be a medic? That's pretty intense. Well, we'll do anything we can to help. "
Dr. Victor glanced down at their footwear for a moment, appraising their shoes. Casey was wearing fancy pointed brogues with no socks, Ibi was wearing some fancy high tech sneakers, and Briar Doc Martenesque red Fluevog boots with swirly stitching."If you have any need for anything, or special needs or requirements, feel free to make those claims known." Briar- "Oh, I know! Everyone has been so great!"
"We also have a female neurologist on retainer for the time being, though I doubt there will be any strong need for her specialty. Anyways, if you need to talk, I'd recommend Kerry, she's the best at helping people. And then there's Jonah. He's usually on the roof, but he seems to be more focused on... sympathetic emotional response dictum." Casey- "Hm... OK, thanks!"
Tyrone- "These kids are gon' t' give us big heads, now. Make room!" The good doctor continued on his tirade, glancing over the shoulder to peer out at Micah on the balcony. "Well, I'm sure you've met Seth. I'm sure everyone else will be around to introduce yourselves to. We have quite the melting pot of people gathering here. My room is right around the corner, number 603. The clinic is on the first floor, in the abandoned restaurant. OH! I nearly forgot, there is a tattoo artist here as well... and with you folks... oh, that'd be the ticket indeed." Briar- "Ooh! I wonder if the artist knows how to do low-tech tattoos, like on those cool Russian mummies."
Stevie- "Holy crap, baby, don't get us started about mummies! Haha!"
Dr. Victor wandered off, moving over to the luke warm coffee and humming to himself. He absently tugged his collar around his neck, his finger sliding down to his collar bone. Did he giggle as he slurped the coffee? It was easy for him to come and go from the conversation, with people all around coming to take a look. He passed Jonah on the way out to the balcony - his shift on the roof must have ended some time ago. Well, he surely hadn't overheard the snark from this corner.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 10, 2012 23:15:46 GMT -8
Briar, Casey, and Ibrahim felt the need to get acquainted with their eager new neighbors. A sort of impromptu party was under way, with each a bit of a celebrity. Bryce found his way through the crowd to Seth, who was in a conversation a new kid (Casey), Tyrone, Kaito, and Basil. Basil was at his Brylcremiest.
Basil- "...Tender young fawns in a darkened glade full of dagger-toothed wolves. Dreadful."
Tyrone- "That's some damn poetry, man."
Bryce- "Hey. New kid."
Seth- "Oh Bryce! Yeah, we got, like, six new kids! This is Casey."
Casey- "Hi! Oh my gosh, everyone is so nice here."
Bryce- "Your 'gosh'? Trying to avoid offending anyone?"
Seth- "Hey, if you guys need a break, you don't have to meet everybody tonight. We'll all be here tomorrow. You've all been through a lot. You should take care of yourselves."
Casey- "Oh no, I'm fine. We're just so glad to be here. Everyone's already done so much..." The young man got sparkly-eyed.
Bryce- "I know, the whole action hero thing. Good job, Seth and friends."
Kaito- "Nn"
Tyrone- "So I heard some people talkin' about ghosts. What did y'all get up to over thera?"
Casey- "There were SO MANY GHOSTS. I think Seth exploded at least four of them."
Seth- "Yeah, I expect we'll probably find more buildings like that in the future. Not a single zombie, but lots of ghosts. Oh there was something weird too... Like, some kind of... I dunno man. Some kind of other undead, can't figure it out. I don't know all the details but some serious weird shit..."
Casey- "What about that part where you went down the stairs with the shotgun and like desks were flying around and exploding out of doors. Don't tell me ghosts usually do that!"
Seth- "Oh yeah, that was new too."
Tyrone- "*whistled* Damn, chief. Good work gettin' out alive. What was that thing like, again?"
Seth- "God it was kinda hard to say because it was so dark and we didn't stick around, but looked like every piece of furniture in a classroom glued itself together and was bein' tossed around by a tornado. Flingin' chairs and desks like they were hockey pucks."
Basil- "It beggars the imagination, sir. I cannot quite imagine it. These are most peculiar times."
Bryce- "So, like, a messier version of the rearranging chairs in Poltergeist... or maybe some telekinesis stuff like in Akira or Carrie..."
Tyrone- "Carrie was a cute movie. Sissy Spacek look like a baby frog in that. Jus'... Cute."
Kaito- "Telekinesis? Would that be something a ghost can do?"
Bryce- "Maybe it's how Doretta moved the elevator."
Casey- "Oh wow, we really have no clue, don't we? I hope we'll catch up eventually. Bryce, you seem really smart! Bryce looked incredulous, as inconspicuously as his snarkodaemon would allow.Seth- "You guys will catch up quick, I'm sure. We've just been outside more."
Basil- "And watched a few more creature features, evidently. Bravo."
Bryce- "I owe it all to weed."
Kaito- "Nn. We should grow some of that."
Casey- "Oh, you should talk to Ibi! I think he used to do that, back at the dorms."
Bryce- "You guys just might pull your own weight after all."
Casey- "Oh yeah! We'll do anything! We're just so grateful. Whatever we can do to help!"
Basil- "Hmmm... Anything, you say...?"
Tyrone- "Damn, it's kinda weird now. I oughtta get a ... us some drink. Who wants some?"
Everyone agreed alcohol would be appreciated.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 10, 2012 23:43:03 GMT -8
Dr. Victor reentered from the patio, ear first. "Did I hear someone say drink? Are we truly going to have more alcohol now? I mean... It's the end of the world somewhere, right? Might as well drink it up..." Bryce pulled some kind of mysterious ninja move that reduced him to a lock of black hair on Tyrone's shoulder.
Tyrone- "Aw I'm sorry, I didn't get you one. But the bar's open. Eat drink and be merry, doc. Whatcha want?" "It's all good, Mr. Page. I think I'll have... whatever this is. It seems... best warm anyways." The good doctor sauntered over to the small crowd, nodding towards Bryce and standing next to Casey and Seth. He absently sucked his teeth, giving the gentlemen an appraising look. He thanked Tyrone for the glass of something or other, it quite frankly didn't matter. "I suppose any day you're around to drink would be a good day, right, Casey?" Casey- "Oh yeah! Of course. This stuff's way better than the crap my school gave out at openings. Or maybe it just tastes better after what we went though, haha."
He absently raised his glass towards Bryce or Kaito, giving them the manliest nod he could muster. Kaito seemed to appreciate the opportunity to nod in a manful fashion, having been somewhat emasculated by this whole ZP experience.
Kaito- "Nn."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 10, 2012 23:55:48 GMT -8
The group enjoyed some rather random mixed drinks that Tyrone passed out.
Seth asked Casey about his art and other lighter subjects, and Casey rambled excitedly. He apparently even, after everything, still had a lot of school pride. Basil creeped, yea, from Hell's Heart he creeped, but lo, this mixed company made it more tricky to corner a baby bird. Bryce decided by measures that these new kids were going to be bad news ... Too much pep.
Casey said
Casey- "Well I'm sure it seems kind of frivolous, but we're not exactly warriors, so maybe we could offer our services as artists. Maybe make some things to make the building look nice."
Bryce- "Huh. Yeah, there's all kinds of stuff to do, that doesn't take an advanced degree. Dishes are a bitch."
Basil- "Services you say...?"
Tyrone- "Oh lord, there it is again."
Casey- "Well of course we'd do the normal stuff too. Whatever anyone else is doing, I just mean, what else we could do to show our respect and gratitude."
Seth- "That sounds really cool, this place is so dreary. We don't have a lot of materials, but there's still some stuff sitting around in the abandoned apartments."
Casey- "Briar totally specialized in assemblages! We can used found materials, anything! This place will look great!"
Kaito- "Art is good. I have a lot of respect for art."
Tyrone- "Yeah, Kaito likes the artists."
Seth- "Well sure, you guys go nuts. Everything left in the building wasn't something we knew what to do with. Don't wear yourselves out though. We need everyone healthy."
Casey smiled broadly with perfectly aligned teeth. He looked a bit dark under the eyes, but enthusiasm was animating him very well.
Casey- "You got it."
Bryce sank a little more inside. Damn kids. What the hell?
Basil- "Brilliant. Bang on. It sounds like you'll be quite welcome here, young fellow." Tyrone- "Bangin' doesn't pay, Basil." Seth- "Man, those tattoos are so cool. I wish I woulda got more of them before the soup went down. Hey, that Jackson guy is a tattoo artist... Maybe we can get one of those machines runnin'." Casey- "Oh yeah! That would be great. My backpiece still needs some shading done." Bryce- "We should all get prison tattoos like '187 on all Ghosts' and stuff." Casey- "*laughed* I'd totally do that!" Kaito- "Nn." Tyrone- "I was Corrections for a while, that shit ain't vera funny." Bryce- "Oh, I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me." Tyrone- "I was bullshittin'... It's pretta funny." Seth- "You guys seen the stupid tattoo on my arm? It's not even funny." He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a pac-man styled cartoon ghost. "Maybe I put a little gun on the side of its head, and little red lines over there..." Basil- "That's grim, sir. Grim indeed." Bryce- "That's how we roll, biotch." Basil gave a funny look to Bryce, as if noticing him for the first time. Bryce didn't notice.Casey- "Oh I think it's cute. Did you design it?"
Seth- "Oh yeah. It's one of three things I know how to draw. The other two are a star and one of those 'Kilroy was here' guys."
Bryce- "How would you illustrate a bathroom wall personal ad? You're no kind of man until you can at least crudely render the male anatomy. Maybe the art kids can teach you."
Kaito- "Ha."
Seth- "I know how to draw more than that, but those are the only things I know how to draw well. I don't think I can do other things justice."
Casey- "Drawing is not that hard. It just takes practice. Maybe if anyone's interested, we could give people art lessons."
Bryce- "Easy there, tiger. We get it already." He constructed a strained smile.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 11, 2012 0:07:35 GMT -8
Dr. Victor nodded along with the conversation, wondering what would pass for art these days; a side of him wanted to lash out with as scathing a retort as Bryce had, but that part of him wasn't exactly at the forefront of his mind. He shrugged and began to roll up his sleeve. "Yeah, Jackson is totally down for tattooing. I think it'll help him get through this. We just need to get a gun, and I'm sure we have enough power to make these things actually go. Color may be down and out, but... Casey, I'm sure you and your group would be easy to synthesize something... I mean, they've been doing this sort of thing for a while." Dr. Victor proudly displayed his raven in mid-flight. "I got it... well, I got it a while ago, but it could use with some touching up. I think it'd be a great community event, you know? I always wanted something adventurous but I never really knew any good artists. This was back in MY college days. Needless to say, I had a few other things on my mind besides spending too much time on skin badges." He took a big swig of the room temperature mixed drink. Casey- "Oh cool! That doesn't look bad at all. I mean, yeah it could use some work on the shading, but that would be super easy to touch up. I guess I was lucky to have friends in the biz, I got a lot of mine done for free as show pieces."
Seth- "Wow Doc, nice ink! You're a real secret badass, aren'tcha?"
Kaito- "It's very cool."
"I don't know about that, Bryce. I think art lessons might help people get over some inner issues. Art therapy is a great way to express things you can't seem to get out in words. Hell, I wouldn't mind trying my hand at some doodles now and again; beats the clinic duties most times. " Bryce- "Oh yeah, y'know... I'm sure you'd be great at that. Doctor hands and... stuff. Yeah... I'm sure these new kids are gonna be.... just great, ab-fab. Right, Bazz?"
Basil- "Absolutely fabulous. Brilliant!"
"What's your medium, Casey?" Casey- "Oh I like lots of things but my senior show was focused on traditional oil paint. I know it might seem kind of obvious... I really love the baroque masters."
Basil- "Ah yes... I find that the baroque artists were pioneers of showing the beauty of the human form without the rigid adherence to principles found in stodgier Renaissance types."
Casey- "Totally! Though I don't know how good of an homage I was doing... I was doing some still-life work, but like, modern subject matter. Maybe one day I'd be good enough to do portraits."
Basil- "I'm sure it was lovely, whatever the case. Art flows..." he gesticulated with his drink, "-from the inner beauty of the artist, I always find."
Casey- "Aww, that's cute."
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 11, 2012 0:32:52 GMT -8
Dr. Victor tried not to laugh but couldn't help himself, allowing a chuckle to spill out. "Bad ass, Seth? No. I was really into, well, I was into darker things, you know? At least I didn't get into metal. That was pretty rough back then, too much makeup. Twisted Sister and Motley Crew, it could have been worse." Tyrone- "I like the Crue back then, sad t' say, a lil' more than Public Enemy. That evil white boy stuff ain't good for you."
Kaito- "Motley Crue is silly. I listened to Slayer."
"No, I was just your standard, typical run of the mill Goth. But luckily, all those pictures are long forgotten and destroyed, and praise the death of the internet, damn it." He raised a glass, half expecting stares and disinterest, but drank to it anyways. People took any excuse to stop awkwardly conversing and drink, so it was a well received gesture. Basil- "Oh, you know you'll miss the internet. For an old salt like myself, the world seemed to pass on just as it was getting truly interesting."
Bryce- "And now we know. Basil was into photoshopped centaur porn."
"No, I wasn't a bad ass. I was, what could affectionately be referred to as a 'softie' with a heart of gold and a jacket of leather. Those were the days, dark clubs, the Cure, London underground, Germany, Amsterdam. It was a summer I didn't want to forget, so I got this when I got back to New York, five blocks away from JFK. She was all right, I guess. Then, I got into med school and well, you can't exactly wear black eye-liner and three foot spikes in a surgical suite." Seth- "Aw! Well how about that. Haha my youth wasn't nearly that glamorous. Guess that's what you get living in Ohio."
Casey- "Marilyn Manson is from Ohio! Uh, not that I like, uh..."
Basil- " "
"Oh, come on, you think that I'm just some ruffled boring doctor? That'd be more like Franco, or hell, even Mike Green, living some parental legacy to fulfill some life-goal. My mother wanted me to go into GE and be an engineer. That's some bori-" The good doctor caught his words, looking down at his drink and smiled. Tyrone seemed to think the doctor was looking for an out and brought attention back to Casey. Tyrone- "Well, y'know, it seems silly t' run on about ourselves t'night. These kids been through hell, of a kind. What d' ya say, Casey?"
Casey- "Why dwell on it? I'm so glad it's over I feel like... falling to pieces." A few people began yakking with Casey, and Doc Vic saw Basil had been edged out."Needless to say, I'm not one to stare at schematics all day. What about you, Basil? What were your days of yore filled with? Vigor and vim, I'd say, right?"
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