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Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 19:27:57 GMT -8
Dr. Victor glanced around, the soured milk face seeming to droop more as the camaraderie increased. He let the duffle bag slowly slip into his grip by his side. The arrival of Patti didn't seem to ease his troubled mood; especially as another person lumbered behind her. The good doctor tossed his head up and let loose a grumbling sigh. His neck snapped down, as his chin rested on his chest. "I see now. We've gone from a bad goosebump book in the mall, to the scary watch tower in Disneyland and we finally rest here in the loving arms of the Girl Scouts and Salvation Army Depot? Do we have to go along handing out cookies as well? I swear, I should have just given up in med school and started a rock band. Nothing like finally paying off all your schooling debt only to have money become as useful as third nipple." The good doctor moved towards the newest resident to emerge from the stairs, arms crossing over his chest, duffle thumping his hip. He by-passed the other source of his displeasure, the gaggle of optimistic youths who thought everything was suddenly cured. It's as if they think mommy had just come and wiped away their boo boos. Mindless sheep."We had sleep, if you can even call it sleep. We had a WONDERFUL time! Tell me, is there anyone here who is in charge or has the world succumbed to the hippie-dippy mindset of communal living?" The doctor leaned close, eyes narrowing. "Do you have coffee? Hot, black, vitriolic java?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 19:41:43 GMT -8
Before leaving with the people going upstairs he turned to Abdul-Rahman. "Looks like you've got an excellent organisation going here. We just spent the night in an empty apartment, almost twenty people on the floor. We could've spread out more of course, but we thought it would be safer to gather in one place so that a few could stay awake and watch out for ghosts." Abdul-Rahman- "Wise indeed. We had a similar idea, at least until we can assign rooms. Rather interesting to see grown adults sleeping on the floor like it was a very bad camping trip."
Patti leaned close to Anna and Tyrone. "Let's not go advertising the guns yet. I'd like to drop these off somewhere and leave someone stable to guard them, so others can tour the facility and see how secure it is. Anna, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye on them." Anna- "Muahah sure. Wow, I never got to use one of these before... not that I'm going to... Uh huh."
"We had sleep, if you can even call it sleep. We had a WONDERFUL time! Tell me, is there anyone here who is in charge or has the world succumbed to the hippie-dippy mindset of communal living?" The doctor leaned close, eyes narrowing. "Do you have coffee? Hot, black, vitriolic java?" The owl-eyed man overheard and butted in. Kenny - "Yeah Snake's the president." Abdul-Rahman shot Kenny a dirty look. Seth- "Oh not really... well, actually we were planning on having a vote a little later. It's been working out well as a joint effort so far, but I guess it does simplify things. If you need help with something, you can talk to me. --and Coffee, yes, of course! We're trying to cook up all the food that's going to spoil so there's going to be a huge breakfast upstairs. Hope no one's vegetarian, haha! Well actually there's a vegan option too..."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 20:57:54 GMT -8
The good doctor choked down a laugh. "Vegan? I seriously doubt anyone would attempt to continue such a load of social dribble. I'm sure all those lovely people will be dead in a matter of weeks anyways unless they have a steady supply of vitamins and supplements to keep their protein and iron levels sufficient. But, I suppose, only if they don't die protesting the 'ethical treatment of... well, whatever those things are. "What qualifications do you possess to become the leader? Are you military? Do you have extensive experience in social unrest? Do you have a shiny gun?" The doctor shook his head. "I don't want to be left with some incompetent bleeding heart who can't do what needs to be done." He moved away from the scarfed man, eyes burning with tears. "Oh god, does someone have a cat? I can't stand cats. Are we now responsible for feeding pets as well? I won't have my portion of food be fed to something that is more or less a portable zombie snack with fur..." The good doctor kept himself occupied by grumbling about every inch of the area, from leaking oil to cracks in the foundation, to the non-existent exhaust fumes. He grumbled about the dust, the lack of moving air, even the horrible sound coming from deeper in the garage before he realized it was the reverberating sound of his own voice. "Coffee. Upstairs... but there's more people. It's just not right." Dr. Victor let his eyes drift among the remaining occupants. "I'm going for coffee. And after that, I'm going to find a nice quiet space to exist in solitude until I feel like looking at everyone's 'Hippie Rash" and 'Commune Rot.' And if Mary comes looking for me, tell her to take a number." With his soliloquy finished, the good doctor moved past the scarfed man, the avian-eyed man, and every other person on his quest for coffee.
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Post by DKender on Oct 11, 2012 21:07:43 GMT -8
Alex overheard the last scrap of the doctor's conversation. The man was interrogating Seth and complaining about animals. "The just regardeth the lives of his beasts!" Alex called out as Dr. Victor left to find coffee. "That means all beasts, Doctor, even cats!" He was more of a dog person, but cats were pretty adorable in their own right.
After a moment’s hesitation, Alex approached the leader apparent, Seth. "Excuse me, Sir," he said, "do you know what’s happening ... to the world right now?" He lowered his voice almost conspiratorially. "Or do you think you know?" He doubted that anybody but God Himself understood the horrible slaughter, but maybe the 403 building picked up a transmission with their radio during the night, something more illuminating than the gutless demon child's Y-you’re all going to fuck-king die.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 21:09:09 GMT -8
Kenny raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. Kenny - "Man chief, you got a vocabulary on ya. I think we need to get into the booze later, and you gotta go first... and maybe second and third."
Seth- "Oh Kenny, I'm sure these guys have had a rough time, no need to pick on them. Um, coffee is just upstairs next to the barbecue. We had to make it the old fashioned way but it's not bad, really."
After a moment’s hesitation, Alex approached the leader apparent, Seth. "Excuse me, Sir," he said, "do you know what’s happening ... to the world right now?" He lowered his voice almost conspiratorially. "Or do you think you know?" Seth- "Phew, it's really hard to say, isn't it? We saw the news report, Stevie got a tape of it. I really don't understand it, but obviously something's gone seriously wrong with the world. They were always going to say there was an emergency announcement coming, but it never did... Maybe we can talk more about it over breakfast?"
Seth and Kenny followed the Doctor up the stairs, Kenny already excitedly talking about the hot ladies. Some 801 people began drifting in behind as well. At the very rear, Anna and Jackson attempted to comport the guns into a less... gun-tastic looking pile.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 12, 2012 0:32:16 GMT -8
Nat had joined Sarah in Kaito's minivan. He wasn't sure this was the best idea - nothing had broken into Anna's building yet - but it seemed to be what the majority was doing, and he would rather stay with the larger group. He kept quiet throughout most of the ride, his bag in his lap, and his weapon (a metal bar with burnt cloth wrapped around one end that had previously served as a torch) atop that. He held the torch in a tight, white-knuckled grip - he wasn't sure if he would actually be able to hit anything with it, but the weight of the weapon was at least a little reassuring.
It seemed all too soon that the van stopped and he was all but herded out of the car and into the street. He lost sight of Sarah in the rush to get out of the car, and he froze, panicked for a moment, as the other survivors bolted into the maze of abandoned cars ahead. It was a moment before he saw Sarah, ahead of him and leading that elderly man into the maze - and a moment more before he saw the zombies pouring out of the buildings to either side like a vast colony of angry ants. His momentary bout of paralysis ended at that, and the blonde bolted after the others, trying to get back to the bulk of the group.
Nat twisted and darted through the labyrinth of parked cars, as nimble as a hare fleeing the slavering maws of hounds. He was focused fully on running, keeping site of the others ahead of him - a bit too focused. He made a wrong turn, trying to catch up, and ended up at a dead-end - the two cars blocking him must have slammed together in a rush to get out: both hoods were a mess of crunched metal and broken glass, too many twisted, sharp edges. Nat backed away from the mess, panicking and turning about. Where were the others? Which way did he need to go?
It was a moment before he spotted them again, and - not wanting to navigate back the way he had come - Nat scrambled over the back-end of one of the blocking cars. He dropped his torch in the process, and one leg of his pants snagged on an up-raised bit of metal and tore - but still, once past the wreck, he had a relatively clear shot to the others.
Still, Nat was on the tail-end of the group at the back entrance, and rushed inside *just* before Anna, the horde hot on his heels. The door slammed shut behind him, and for a moment Nat wasn't sure what to do - there were too many people around him, too many things that looked like people but might not be. He shied away from them, pushing through the crowd until he found a relatively open area. Nat only meant to pause a moment to catch his breath, he was wound up taut like a spring. He wasn't sure how, exactly, he ended up on the floor - one moment he had been standing, the next his legs must have decided he needed a sit.
It didn't help much when the stranger, a middle eastern man, came over to ask him a question. Nat shied away, drawing his knees up infront of him as if he could use them like a shield."Wh-Wh-What?" he stammered, uncomprehending. The man looked a bit concerned.
"What is your favorite animal?"
Nat- "I, um, I-I like dogs. And cats. Um..." Nat stared at the man, his confusion apparent. His answer seemed to be good enough, however - the middle eastern guy wandered off to ask weird questions to someone else.
Sarah hurried over to check on him after the stranger was done, and Alex wasn't far behind her. Sadly, Nat still wasn't feeling particularly social - his nerves were fried. He merely blinked at Alex's questions, confused. "Um, if, um, if you think so? I, um..." He trailed off in something of a stammer, looking to Sarah questioningly.
( Nat'll follow Sarah, Alex, and Micah upstairs if/when they head on up.)
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 12, 2012 7:10:54 GMT -8
Patti spoke to her immediate compatriots: Anna, tattoo guy, and Tyrone. "You should all get food while you can. I'm going to find someone to show me the grounds now. Tyrone, I'd like it if you'd come with me, but if you want food, you should go too." Her hand absent mindedly moved to the pistol grip at her hip. It was good to have a proper holster instead of carrying the gun around in her pants like some sort of whack-assed gangsta wannabe. To Abdul-Rahman... "Hey there, um, guy, can someone show me around here? I don't want to waste time and I want to check the perimeter and see what you've got in the way of guard shifts. Is that cool?" She heard the "ladies man" yammering on about hot chicks and, again, her nightmare came back to her in a flash. She didn't trust the guy, but she wasn't looking forward to killing any more live people. But she would if she had to.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 13:25:20 GMT -8
Patti spoke to her immediate compatriots: Anna, tattoo guy, and Tyrone. "You should all get food while you can. I'm going to find someone to show me the grounds now. Tyrone, I'd like it if you'd come with me, but if you want food, you should go too." Tyrone - "Yes'm."
Anna- "Don't gotta tell me twice. I hope they have bacon."
Jackson- "Hell yeah. That leader guy Snake said they have vegan options."
Anna- "Snake? ...That's a fucked up name."
Jackson- "I dunno, he looks nice enough."
To Abdul-Rahman... "Hey there, um, guy, can someone show me around here? I don't want to waste time and I want to check the perimeter and see what you've got in the way of guard shifts. Is that cool?" Abdul-Rahman- "I am Abdul-Rahman, Ms..? I would be glad to show you around. Susie?" The young, timid looking woman nodded, and he handed her the radio. Abdul-Rahman "Well our first post you see here, at the back entrance, which is the only entrance. I'm not sure about this idea, but two men who were here before thought it was a good idea to limit access. This is the only entrance now. We have a radio on the roof, and a guard there who looks to the streets to see if any humans are coming. This is the first time that's happened... well, when I arrived as well I imagine..." Abdul showed her the first floor, with its newspaper covered windows, and jammed closed front entrance. He tried to gloss over the fact, but she picked up that these measures were put into place by Seth and Stevie, and Abdul seemed to disagree with the techniques.
If you'd like to keep talking with Abdul, Patti, either move to the first floor thread, or he will take you upstairs with the others.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 12, 2012 16:11:28 GMT -8
"Patti. Abdul-Rahman's a bit of a mouthful, can I just call you Abdul or something?" She followed him to the fortified lobby. She really didn't think it was good enough, but she'd address that later. "Yeah, I think we might need to consider fixing this lobby up a little more secure. Also, we need more than one person on duty at the back door. If a dozen zombies were pushing against that, there's no way you'd be able to keep it shut by yourself." She followed him up to the Community Centre.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 3:22:03 GMT -8
Kenny and Bryce pulled up cinderblocks to sit on by the door, just as Seth and company left to do their inscrutable mission outside.
Kenny- "Good luck guys, just knock if you need in!"
Seth- "Haha, well I'm sure we'll need in eventually. Thank you Kenny."
Kenny watched as they left, and made sure the door shut behind them, pulling the chunk of wood through the handles firmly. Bryce sat idle, watching him.
Kenny- "What'd ya think of that? "President Snake." Haha... we're really in an action movie now."
Bryce- "For real." They sat in peace a while, in the dull grey light filtering through the rolldown door of the garage. Bryce- "Did you really wanna know about my OD?"
Kenny- "I mean, don't depress the shit out of me if it's like that, but... was it accidental? Nah-- I guess that's pretty fuckin' nosy, isn't it. I wouldn't blame you though, man. I mean, obviously that's a big mistake but shit's fucked, bad."
Bryce- "Yeah, yeah it was accidental... Semi-accidental. Um.. OK, it was about as accidental as getting in a car wreck when you're driving 90."
Kenny- "Oh yeah, I see. I mean, I drove 90 before, haha... Um.. So what happened? You got saved by Mr. President? That's gotta be weird."
Bryce- "Yeah... OK I don't really remember that part at all. I felt like there was some kind of riot going on, and I expected to stop, but it just kept going. Then there were people, and I had to go somewhere... and after that I remember Susie talking a whole lot but I couldn't understand what she was saying. I thought she was Russian."
Kenny- "I had nights like that, haha... Well, what do you think about all this? Pretty high tension, I ain't into it. I think it'll cool out though. These new people are all high-strung but DAMN some hot ladies. You see those cute Asians?"
Bryce- "Oh... Oh yeah, they're just... peaches. Just.. the pips. The bee's knees."
Kenny- "Ah come on. You only like white girls then?"
Bryce- "Hahaha. Close."
Kenny- "I dunno though. These new people... how many people are gonna come here? What if a total psycho gets in here? Fuck... Some of those props man, glad it was white Obama out there. Unless Snake's a secret psycho too. Ugh."
Bryce- "Secret psycho. That's funny, should be the name of a movie."
Kenny- "Yeah! Oh man. Movies. Are we gonna get to see movies again?"
Bryce- "As long as there's liberty caps, I think we can make that happen."
Kenny- "Maybe we can grow 'em out back..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 15, 2012 4:15:42 GMT -8
Bryce and Kenny sat in peace for a bit more, when Anna came out of the stairwell door. Anna- "Hey gents. Before you say anything, let me tell you that I will find your company eminently more tolerable if you don't flirt with me."
Bryce- "High opinion of yourself, there. Congratulations."
Kenny- "Uh, OK. 'Sup?"
Anna- "Did tattooed guy come through here?"
Kenny- "Oh yeah, he's out back with the Prez and the guys."
Anna- "Ugh... I can't deal with President Chipper right now, but I need to do something that matches my skill set."
Bryce- "Lumping stuff around with meatheads is one of your skills?"
Anna- "No, but fucking shit up is." She went for the door. Kenny- "You sure? There's like zombies and..." Anna gave him a look that stopped him dead in his tracks. He shut up, and let her exit the building, almost forgetting to jump up and latch the door behind her. Kenny- "Damn... Wow."
Bryce- "Isn't she just a sassy britches?"
Kenny- "Man, "sassy bri--" ...Ohhh you're gay?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 15, 2012 7:20:56 GMT -8
Patti entered the parking garage. She looked around for somewhere where nobody would bother her. She found an lot Tercel with plastic taped over the driver's side window. She pulled the plastic off, unlocked the door, and plopped down in the seat. She tried to recline the seat, but instead it collapsed all the way back. She laid there and stared blankly at the ceiling. All she saw was blood and violence. She knew she couldn't afford to lose her shit, but these people were going to get everyone killed and she wasn't sure she could be a party to that. Maybe she could take what she could carry and go off on her own. Maybe. Some people came down the stairs, chatting as they went. She didn't immediately recognize the voices, but she didn't bother to sit up and check them out. She needed time. Now her two closest allies thought she was nuts. Fuck them. This was a crazy, bullshit situation, she had every right to flip her shit. Whatever.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 15, 2012 15:00:28 GMT -8
Patti sat up, but the seat back didn't follow her. Oof. She opened the door as quietly as possible and left the door open so the clunk of the door wouldn't startle anyone. She spotted the two guards about forty feet away. She gave a soft, musical whistle to alert them to her presence, then approached. It was the "ladies man" and the little strung out kid. She didn't feel great about these clowns guarding their lives, but she knew nothing was going to change that. Roll with it, baby. "Hey, um, guys. Did I hear some folks go outside? What are they up to? D'you think they might need help?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 15:21:21 GMT -8
Kenny- "Oh hey, you one of the new people? Yeah, the prez & some dudes are blocking the alley."
Bryce- "--and the little anarchist. She's probably eating chunks of zombies as we speak."
Kenny- Dude! Groooossss!
Bryce- "I'm not the one doing it!" Patti could see through the very bottom of the closed mesh rolldown near the back door, feet jogging back towards the building. She didn't hear any commotion though.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 19:49:40 GMT -8
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Kenny scrambled to get up and get the chunk of wood out of the the handle. Derek almost bowled him over running inside. Kenny- "Is it bad?!"
Derek "God damn! God damn that was... hey bro." Derek bent down, leaning on his knees and catching his breath. Davin jogged in next, lightly misted with blood. Davin- "Hi Patti." The others came in hurriedly, Anna hanging back to shove back zombies that attempted to follow down the stairs. Jackson practically had to drag her inside.
Jackson and Derek held the door as Kenny put the wood block into place. It didn't seem that difficult. Seth smiled and spoke up, he had a thin runner of blood going diagonally across his face from jaw to forehead. Seth- "Great work guys! Let's catch a rest, and we can get out there and move the trucks to do the other side in a few minutes." There was a light scratching against the door.
Davin- "*sigh* That's nasty work... Nasty. But they're not as scary as they were yesterday. My problem's when we see those damn ghosts again" Seth nodded. Seth- "We were lucky to not to see those last night. I'm glad you guys have come around to tell us, I'm sure we can figure out a way to defeat them too." Davin shook his head. Davin- "Bullets go right through them, I have NO idea what you're thinking."
Bryce- "We'll give Pacman a super pellet." Seth chuckled. Seth- "We figure out these zombies need their heads messed with, right? So there's gotta be a way with these ghosts too, we just haven't figured it out."
The scratching on the door subsided. Seth- "Hey there's a water cooler in the lobby just upstairs, feel free to go get a drink everyone." He flopped on to the floor next to Bryce and Kenny, catching his breath. Anna- "Seth. I forgot... What did you do before we met?"
Seth- "College baseball. English major. BA. Trying to get into the minors and failing. Odd jobs. Bike courier for three months. Yawn. You?"
Anna- "Art school."
Seth- "That's right, I forgot. You a senior this year?"
Anna- "No. Lucky too, or my show would be in like a month. That shit would suck the suckiest of balls. Apocalypse before you get your stupid BFA? Damn. Sucks to be them. But... I was just asking 'cause, I wanted to know where you got your team spirit skills. I guess that was organized sports. Haha."
Seth- "Yup. Team captain and everythin'."
Bryce- "You're at least as qualified as dubya was."
Seth- "Ha! Thanks for the non-pliment."
Bryce- "You're welcome. There's just one thing we have to be sure of before your dubya equivalency can be assessed, how well can you handle your coke?"
Seth- "Ha. Not a problem unless I drink like, a 2 liter in one sitting."
Bryce- "Nope, you fail. Guess we'll have to do the election again."
Kenny- "Shouldn't be so rude, dude. Snake's got our backs."
Derek- "Yeah, respect." Seth wiped his face, smearing the blood trail even farther. Seth- "Ugh, yuck."
Bryce- "Hey, don't you know your Socrates? The role of the gadfly is necessary in maintaining the wisdom of a just society."
Kenny- "Wow, that shit is deep."
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