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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 18:32:10 GMT -8
Obido Mangler of Infants- "YeeeeEEEEAHHH! Ashley, take off his clothes, yeah, all of 'em!! WOOO! FUCK THE WOUNDS! FUCK THE WOUNDS!" Woody wasn't saying much. It was obvious he had multiple bites that all needed to be pressed shut and wrapped, until they could get stitches.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 24, 2013 18:50:56 GMT -8
Ashley's body had a variety of scars of many different shapes and sizes, and he appeared to be in great physical shape, but hardly bulky. He worked with the torn pieces of shirt to stuff them into the wounds and presses hard to help seal them and keep pressure on the entire time. He seems worried about the current state of Woody. You do need a doctor Woody...Fluids too.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 19:27:27 GMT -8
Thierry- "Madam, please get everyone you can back in that room. Then if no one else is available, get out here with some flares and help me fight. ASHLEY, get everyone back in your room!"
Cathleen- "OK... GOD!"
Obido Mangler of Infants- "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! WOOO!"
Woody- "Yeah,... let's go..." ((Drag the wounded and possessed back into Casa del Ashley?))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 24, 2013 19:31:00 GMT -8
Ashley does that and makes sure that the rest of it stays, before searching for Mr. Friskers and making sure he's alright. He then uses his first aid kit to better pack Woody's wounds before joining Thierry, and puts a T-shirt on. He'd rather not fight shirtless if he was allowed to do otherwise.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 19:46:31 GMT -8
((Let's not get too far ahead of Micah, since events he's involved in could conceivably affect the world down here. For now, the world is red & black hamburger, and you and Cathleen just managed to haul Itoji and Obido into IVAN & ASHLEY'S APARTMENT... Proceed there after I post.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 25, 2013 17:26:52 GMT -8
As Ashley re-entered the hallway, he was glad to have a lit flare ready. It was dark as hell. The headthrobbing madness was gone, but beyond that, this looked a lot like Greene and Johnson's descriptions of haunter places - only meatier.
From behind, he saw the last human in the hall - Thierry - just his muscles, oily with sweat and other substances, glinting in the darkness. As he got closer, he saw that the zombie pile was partially flattened and the undead were beginning to make it over the breach. Flickering tendrils in the red blotchy glow suggested dark ghosts were coming too, but he couldn't smell them over the blood in his nose. Thierry- "..." Thierry was succumbing to fatigue, his movements slow and labored.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 25, 2013 19:03:39 GMT -8
Ashley returns with flares in hand, and seems ready to go. His arms tremble with fatigue but he has an alert, adrenaline-filled air about him right now. "...Theirry... step back, I'll take over.. Rest a moment, you're not good collapsed." He carried a flare in one hand, and his bat in the other, though when he clutched the bat, he pressed the flare against it. "I guess I'll have to swing and not look where I'm hitting..." He looked at the floor instead and hoped there was no more lightbulb head ghosts.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 25, 2013 19:56:36 GMT -8
Thierry kicked a zombie back, and his judgment must have been off because he thought it afforded him the time to turn and talk with Ashley. As he turned, monsters flowed in through the breach behind him. Thierry- "What? Huh?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 25, 2013 20:10:40 GMT -8
"Theirry! Get back." He glides forwards and tries to will his lead legs to move faster so that he could provide some kind of relief to the man. Another dark ghost? He couldn't look at it, it would surely kill him, instead he swung a bat at the nearby zombie.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 25, 2013 20:19:44 GMT -8
At the yell to get back, the addled Thierry accidentally stepped back into the arms of the zombie horde! Fortunately that was just out of reach of the ghost, as it grasped at him. As Ashley took the zombie down, he was so close to the ghost his flare threw off sparks!
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 25, 2013 20:26:05 GMT -8
Ashley was not blind enough not to notice the sparks, and flailed his flare in the other directly deftly with one hand. He couldn't really swing two weapons at once, at least not lethally.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 26, 2013 12:14:37 GMT -8
The ghost's explosion burned Ashley's arm and Thierry disappeared into the Comm Center! ((OK, time is up. Write a post where Ashley does some ol' action hero shits and stuff is way too dangerous, and that'll be the last post before a mini time warp.))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 26, 2013 17:31:41 GMT -8
Ashley isn't too heroic as he's verging on collapsing from exhaustion, but he'd do his best to keep the zombies back and keep everything away from anyone else fighting with him in the meanwhile. When things quieted down he'd just sit down and stay there for a long time. No stretching, nothing, he's too tired for any of that.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 27, 2013 23:16:07 GMT -8
As Ashley was struggling with the zombies, they suddenly just stopped fighting back. He beat on them some more, wondered what was going on, and staggered into the Comm Center ((May as well keep posting here for the moment though)). He pulled Thierry out of a pile of now immobile corpses. Thierry- "..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 28, 2013 19:21:50 GMT -8
Ashley pauses and then finishes pulling, before pushing the pile of zombies back down. What had happened? How had this stopped? He stares at the piles, and then each zombie, overcome with exhaustion. He didn't know what to say. Were there people shouting? He could hear them vaguely now that the silence had become oppressive. Where were they? "HELLO? DOES SOMEONE NEED HELP?" His own voice felt deafening and his ears rang with the oppressive silence. Were the others ok? Could he help them? Not everyone was in their rooms. "I'M HERE." He pulled Thierry out of the corpses and trotted around like a panicked dog, pacing and listening for voices.
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