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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 2:08:38 GMT -8
Seth got a drink from the kitchen, and went out on to the patio, closing the glass door behind him. Below, the zombies sounded a bit more irritated than usual, some light groans making their way all the way to the 6th floor, plumes of smoke dissipating into the sky. He plopped down on a patio chair, and shook the luke-warm glass of Jager, wishing he had ice cubes to clink.
Bryce emerged, and sat down with an apple juice. Bryce- "That isn't apple juice you have there. Must be good to be president."
Seth- "Haha, that *is* true, on occasion." He smiled and tipped his glass to Bryce. Bryce- "Ah. I'm sorry, I'm a little weirded out."
Seth- "Oh, about what?"
Bryce- "Oh that, man... you were out there, with all those *sigh* all that fighting. All those monsters..."
Seth- "You were worried about everyone?"
Bryce- "Well, I mean yeah a little but... mostly it was that you guys-- I mean right now, here you are. You don't look like it's affected you at all. I just don't know how you can have that cool attitude. It's not a compliment, it's more of a... concern." Seth laughed a little bitterly, looking down at his drink. Seth- "I'm not exactly singing karaoke right now, am I? Anyway, I'm pretty used to doing things I might find objectionable, at least now I can do them so someone else doesn't have to."
Bryce- "...Things people find objectionable? Were you like, in the mafia before or something?"
He shook his head, and took a drink. Seth- "Well, no need to worry, but thanks."
Bryce- "*sigh* Well, in for the night?"
Seth- "Yeah... we pissed those zombies off good. Better let them cool off. Anyway, I'm sure that's not what you wanna talk about."
Bryce- "I dunno... yeah, you're right. Umm.. yeah I didn't really have any conversation after that though. Hah..." Seth gave him an amused look. Seth- "..Hey, what do you like to eat? I remember the ice cream."
Bryce- "Haha. You like food a lot. What would you eat, if you could still eat anything?"
Seth- "Hmm... I'm worried that we'll never get to have hamburgers again, or steak... at least, cow steak. Mashed potatoes with butter, chocolate cake..."
Bryce- "Wow. That is an all-American diet you're interested in there."
Seth- "Well I am from the mid-West. Also, I ate a lot before, and was still this skinny. What if I can't eat that much?"
Bryce- "Hmm.. I mean, y'know on one level a guy could be jealous of that, but damn. Never thought about what that means for the apocalypse. Hope you don't end up looking like a zombie, someone might accidentally pop you in the dome."
Seth- "Ugh... Yeah, I hope not either. I just thought I'd look weird and get weak, but now I gotta worry about that too. Thanks bud." (he winked jokingly.)
Bryce- "Well y'know, I'm always looking out for people like that. It's my calling."
Seth- "Your calling huh?"
Bryce- "Yeah. What'd you do-- I mean, socially. What function does a Seth Clemans serve in his circle of friends? Designated driver? Hair stylist?"
Seth- "Hm... Y'know I wasn't really very close with many people. Usually just the party attendee, the guy to add on to a trip to the game... A bit adrift, I guess."
Bryce- "*sigh* Yep. Well know you're the guy to be. That's somethin' else."
Seth- "Do -you- think I'm a guy to be?"
Bryce- "Nah nah... 'cause if I -was- you, then I would not be able to seduce you."
Seth- (smile) "Oh..? That what you're up to?"
Bryce- "Eh, I just like to keep my options open you know..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 2:32:33 GMT -8
Seth- "Oh? What are your options then?"
Bryce- "Y'know, I'm pretty much a player, right? *Everybody*'s an option."
Seth- "Even Dr. Bebe?"
Bryce- "Please. You know what I mean. I could get any man, straight or gay, all on my jock."
Seth- "Even crazy Dr. Victor?"
Bryce- "Him most of all."
Seth- "But would you want craziness all up on your jock?"
Bryce- "I wouldn't necessarily want it, that would just be my options y'know. What about you? What do you want all up on your jock?"
Seth- "Hmm... I guess I'm not really a player. I like knowing all about everyone just because, but I'm not sure who I'd want all up ons."
Bryce- "That's what you say now. But I'm pretty sure you got some opinions, and eventually you won't be able to keep yourself penned up like that."
Seth- "Haha... You're funny."
Bryce- "Funny? Or so smart, it just blew your mind?"
Seth- "I don't know if you'd have to be *so* smart to do that."
Bryce- "Aww.. Don't talk less of yourself..." Abdul obliviously strolled up, and walked out on to the patio, closing the sliding door behind himself. Abdul-Rahman - "Gentlemen, good day."
Seth- "'Good day" Abdul. Nice job out there today. What'd you think?"
Abdul-Rahman- "Well thank you for the compliment. But I did want to discuss some things about that with you." Bryce noticed the pistol on Abdul's hip. Bryce- "Did you used to be a cop?"
Abdul-Rahman- "...No. Oh, the firearm. It used to belong to a cop."
Bryce- "Eesh."
He sat in peace again, while the conversation continued. Abdul-Rahman- "I thought I'd picked a good team today, but I think they might be a little rough."
Seth- "Rough?"
Abdul-Rahman- "Unprofessional, or inefficient in the prosecution of their duties."
Seth- "I guess I didn't see them at work."
Abdul-Rahman- "Patti was alright, but still, untrained. I guess there's only one thing for it, and that's experience."
Seth- "Yeah, we just got civilians. Most folks around here never even held a gun before."
Abdul-Rahman- "Yes, I don't know how to begin training people at hand to hand combat. It's a very important matter."
Seth- "Well little runs outside seem to work okay. Nobody got hurt."
Abdul-Rahman- "There were more close calls than I would have preferred."
Seth- "I guess we could do some morning training, though that's gonna wear people out as much as going out will." Abdul shrugged. Abdul-Rahman- "I just wanted to address the issue. Put a 'bug in your ear' as it were. I feel we are far from prepared for a real threat."
Seth- "Well, I'm all ears. You think of something we can do, just let me know."
Abdul-Rahman- "Hm, good good. Allow me to tell you about the training I've experienced in the military..."
Bryce shifted on his seat into a deep slump and let out the sigh of ages.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 14:08:59 GMT -8
Bryce- "A-abdul... I think we can, y'know, imagine. Ya just do the high punch and the low kick and the northern fist and whatever, just... the long and short y'know, 'cause it's not like you're describing it to us right now, on the patio, is gonna make us into kung-fu gods. Y'know?"
Abdul-Rahman- "Please, I just meant the structure of it. Class sizes should be small, it's not necessary for the instructor to be an extremely effective fighter, if they know how to communicate with people and the basics. We should find out what abilities people have, and arrange this."
Seth- "Sure... Hey maybe you should go ask that Patti lady, she's all wearin' fatigues all the time."
Abdul-Rahman- "Actually, she was just wearing a rather fetching and colorful outfit. Some sort of athletic gear."
Seth- "Uh, gotta mix it up sometimes. Maybe you should tell her about this all..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 19:02:46 GMT -8
Abdul leapt in alarm at the new arrival on the patio, backing quickly into the corner.
Seth- "Mrs. ... Doretta?" Seth stood and stepped backwards from the chair. Bryce jumped out of his seat and moved behind Seth. Bryce- "Don't look at her eyes! Wait... You just did. Huh." Seth took Bryce's arms and backed up with him against the patio railing, making room for the dead woman. She moved to the table Seth had been sitting at, and her feet touched the floor. She stepped into the chair, as if going to relax like a living person would. Her expression was strangely peaceful. Abdul- "Is this one of the harmless, silent ghosts?"
Seth- "I guess so!" He looked at the ghost, who was silently sitting. "Maybe she's at peace now?" Ashley came running out, and Abdul pulled him to the side of the door, saying Abdul- "We are not sure, but she seems... peaceful." The air was rife with the mushroom and alcohol scent that the others had described to them.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 19:46:46 GMT -8
Abdul- "What is this?" Doretta's ghost began to glow more deeply, and her peaceful expression seemed almost exultant. Light passed out of her body, dissipating into the dimming sunset sky. Abdul- "She is passing on to the other side!"
Bryce- "Uh.... She's still ... Still there." She had remained in the seat, light passing out of her body, until all that remained was nearly dark as a silhouette.
That's when the groaning began, and her wounds split open luridly, spilling black gore like coffee beans from Juan Valdez's bag. She opened her eyes! Doretta- "Grrrrrnnnnnnn Ughhhh... *splut splut* Ngggg..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2012 20:23:40 GMT -8
He was immediately decidedly unsettled by whatever had just happened here, and tries to push Seth to the door and out of the room. Save the leader, this might turn ugly fast, whatever was happening. Somehow this thing which had no substance was far more terrifying than whatever had lurked down below.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 21:13:06 GMT -8
Ashley found himself with the ghost in between him, Seth & Bryce, on the narrow balcony. She floated up a foot off the patio, dripping ichor and chunks of flesh dropping off her like Autumn leaves. Abdul- "Shitshitshit--"
Abdul pulled his gun, and pointed it dead at the black phantom that lurched toward him. Seth scrambled to grab the golf club that still leaned against the table. Seth- "DON'T LOOK AT IT IDIOT!"
Abdul- "..."
Doretta- "Kkkkkkkkkyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...... krrrrrrrrrrrr..."
Abdul stared helplessly at the blood-slicked, glossy eyes of the phantom, and she tumbled forward at him, planting two rapidly skeletonizing hands on his shoulders, her face inches from his. Seth- "NO!"
Seth struck at the ghost with all his strength, jabbing through it with the head of the club plunging through the black cloud, just as Abdul dropped to the the ground. The club clanked loudly as it grazed the railing on the other side, the head catching between the bars. Bryce skittered into the far corner of the balcony.
Bryce- "Just get away from it you idiot!!"
The ghost seemed stuck in place with the club impaling its torso, but started flailing, drips of black gore splattering over Seth, Ashley, and Abdul's prone body. Seth- "FIRE! Someone... Get it! It'll burn!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2012 21:18:48 GMT -8
Ashley stumbled to the doorway in hopes of getting Patti's attention, she did, after all, take all the lighters, and there had to be some in the kitchen. He can't reach Seth from where he is, but he has started to fret. He attempted to open the door, and shouts inside. "WE NEED FIRE. " Someone had to know what to do, and where. He wasn't even sure where fire was as he stumbled back inside covered in...goop.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 21:52:37 GMT -8
Seth heard Micah yelling inside about matches. Seth- "JUST LIGHT IT! HURRY!!!"
The ghost was thankfully facing away from him as it nearly twirled upside-down, chunks of sticky black gore splattering the environment and him. Bryce just stood against the back railing, shaking his head, and looking at the twirling madness. He whispered... Bryce- "Don't let it touch you."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2012 22:01:40 GMT -8
Micah grabbed the matches and raced out to the patio. The thing was even worse up close, Micah began retching as he made his way to the chaotic scene. He stopped short a couple of metres and began trying to strike a match. The first match broke uselessly in two but the second lit up and Micah threw it on the ghostly corpse. He will try again if unsuccessful, if unlucky again he will throw the box to someone else.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 22:12:39 GMT -8
The second match almost fizzled, but with the ghost firmly held in place by the golf club, that alcoholic vapor soon proved portentous indeed, as the ghost exploded into a fiery ball larger than any of them had expected. Seth dropped the club in shock, and stumbled backward. Tatters of orange rimmed ectoplasm floated around like so much burnt newspaper. Bryce grabbed on to Seth from behind, pulling him into a tight embrace. The air was black with the choking scent like burning leaves. Seth sighed, and closed his eyes with relief, as the cinders faded and fell from the air. Derek pushed his way on to the patio, aluminum bat in hand, and shepherded Micah back inside. Derek- "What's going on--" KRAK!A gunshot startled everyone, and Derek dropped to the side, clutching his shoulder. Abdul clumsily stood from behind where the ghost had been, and began firing at random with his police-issue Glock. KRAK! KRAK! Abdul-Rahman- "...."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2012 22:17:14 GMT -8
Ashley turns around from trying to enter the community room, and now risks being shot by trying to disarm zombie Abdul without any weapons. It was a bold move, and he hoped, one that wouldn't get him killed by either teeth, blood or bullets. He'd try to get him in a hold and wrench the gun free. It's a very sudden movement on his part.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 22:34:40 GMT -8
Micah, Seth, and Bryce had to do that John Travolta / Samuel Jackson thing from Pulp Fiction, when the gunman fired a bunch of shots at close range and all missed.
Derek crumpled at Bryce's feet, still on his knees but in pain.
Derek- "FUCK!" Ashley jumped on Abdul, probably pissing off Patti who would otherwise be shooting the dude right now. At first, he felt like that went off without a hitch. Then he felt a crazy sensation like the top right fourth of his body blew away in the breeze, and someone set fire to the hole that was left. Abdul- "..." Ashley had zombie Abdul in a bearhug and on his back, but could no longer be sure if the weapon arm was disabled, because his own arm was disabled.
Behind, Seth and company saw the zombie's gun arm flailing around. Seth ran to help, grabbing the gun from Abdul with all his might.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2012 22:43:14 GMT -8
He suddenly wondered, was it night or was it day? Was he still alive? People bleed to death all the time. Was it nighttime, or was his vision just disappearing into blackness like a pinpoint, as the sound of a loud, annoying chime in his ear cut out anything that he might hear after being deafened by the gunshot. He held on tightly but it felt funny and numb and he couldn't see anymore. He felt an urge to sit down, but couldn't manage.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2012 22:47:29 GMT -8
Micah slumped onto the patio floor and began crawling towards one of the tables to hide. Another fucking Mary? Fan-fucking-tastic but if he had to honest, the loose gunshots freaked him out almost more.
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