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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 29, 2012 5:44:20 GMT -8
Ashley: "Raise again." He decides not to fold. He isn't going to go yet. Besides he had all these cigarettes to gamble. He shifts a look over at Patti, and then hands he a folded paper. It's a somewhat clumsy image of Abdul, with small prayer written under it. His art was serviceable at best.
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Post by Gillsing on Dec 29, 2012 12:24:56 GMT -8
Ben was dancing away. Twisting, or something that was close enough. Waiting for a break in the music to ask Sonya... "...Hey, you want to go get a drink?" Sonya- "Hm. Yes. Something wet for for me. Maybe water. Let's go." She smiled warmly and held his hand on the way to the kitchen.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 29, 2012 23:09:46 GMT -8
Volya- "What are you looking at me for? Bluh."
Kaito- "Call." The card were flipped. Almost predictably, Volya won, Kaito got the next highest hand, and so on. The only surprise was that Kaito's hand was kinda bullshitty - just not as bad as Ashley's. Tyrone- "Man, I see how this work. Y'all be bullshittin'. "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 29, 2012 23:39:51 GMT -8
Chantelle- "I can't stand it anymore! This mix is out of control! Miss Jackson Privacy Control save us!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 30, 2012 2:09:02 GMT -8
Ashley hands over his cigarettes. "So it is." He looks over at Patti, and lowers his voice a little. "I think about my folks often. I wonder if it's like this around the world, or if elsewhere they got away from this mess...I hope they're out there back in Italy...maybe yours flew out to Paris." He withheld that he prayed for her family at night, it would sound too false, even if it was true. He spent some nights looking out at the dark streets and considering the fates of everyone he knew from their past life. He looked down, and handed in his hand almost delicately. Ash realized, in retrospect, his parents would have been disappointed. No wife, no family, no Italian dinners, instead he was a guard dog to a hippie club. And yet he felt fulfilled, maybe this was his calling afterall. Volya- "Yes! I am rich man!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 30, 2012 2:38:20 GMT -8
“Cheers...what the hell! Self control is for better fucking men than I.” Nora- "Booze it 'til you lose it!" Micah raised the glass to Nora taking a deep swig before giving it back. He glanced back into the comm centre and saw the doctor flying the coop with a wink. Micah hoped there was some fucking booby prize for chickening out. Micah made his own glass of the tequila concoction and took a large mouthful, it was fucking sweet but better than the peach shit from before. “Nope, looks like the doctor has nicked off like a fuckin sook. Alex is going to be bloody unbearable, he's been jonesin for a dance off since...fuckin forever. However shall we fuckin amuse ourselves now Nora? ” Nora- "Erudite discourse about etchings?" Micah noticed the little nerdy guy enter with one of the asian chicks, he probably should have known their names by now but they hadn't ever really spoken. They'd been in Westlake mall, but their names were still allusive and the alcohol wasn't being very helpful. He moved aside, closer to Nora almost spilling his drink over her. “Hey guys have a fuckin good time, yeah? Uh ahhh errr ummm....Shaun and... ummm yeah?" He gave them a toothy grin, raised his glass to the pair and drained it of it's contents. "Oh wow I think I just fuckin vomited in me mouth, err not literally but what's this shithouse song? I think Chantelle needs a fuckin inervenshon or somethin...or somethin yeah?Anyways, nice chattin to you guys. Nora, shall we depart to a place where our ears won't fuckin bleed? I'll follow your lead...I think mine's broken...” Nora- "Goodbye lovelies... How about the roof then? If you can still use a ladder, north side won't have a guard on it." ((Sorry Gillsing but at least he's leaving... hopefully . Pardon the terrible puns guys, you know it's an awful disease.))
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Post by Gillsing on Dec 30, 2012 8:22:08 GMT -8
“Hey guys have a fuckin good time, yeah? Uh ahhh errr ummm....Shaun and... ummm yeah?" He gave them a toothy grin, raised his glass to the pair and drained it of it's contents. After all the initial jobs lists where everyone could read everyone else's name, Ben was blissfully unaware that someone wouldn't know his name. So he focused on the name he heard. Maybe the guy was making some kind of connection between Ben and the movie? "Shaun of the Dead? Uh... Yeah, we are having a good time." Sonya- "It's good! Um. We will drink some more too!" "Oh wow I think I just fuckin vomited in me mouth, err not literally but what's this shithouse song? I think Chantelle needs a fuckin inervenshon or somethin...or somethin yeah?Anyways, nice chattin to you guys. Nora, shall we depart to a place where our ears won't fuckin bleed? I'll follow your lead...I think mine's broken...” "Hey, it's got a beat," Ben shrugged with a smile. Sonya- "It is a very weird beat."
Nora- "Goodbye lovelies... How about the roof then? If you can still use a ladder, north side won't have a guard on it." She walked off with Micah. Ben wasn't really a music aficionado, so his taste had not been refined to such a degree that common pop music could disgust him. Unless it was Justin Bieber. Or just about any boy band. Suddenly Ben felt some sympathy for Micah.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 30, 2012 11:29:53 GMT -8
"Tyrone, how is the training going?" He asked. He had, of course, offered to train him in more efficient approach and aiming techniques with what they had to prevent any more injuries to himself or someone else. He trusted Tyrone and his judgement, and considered him a good man. There was a kind of openness only extended to this man, and a few others, and little else, though he tried to be dutiful. Tyrone- "Jus' fine, long as it happens in the afternoon. Can't seem t' wake up before ten these days. Doc V is a martinet, though. Got a few people failing out of that trainin'... Let's see... Have some cards, man."
Ivan- "The self-defense training feels like ... more than we need, y'know? The zombies suck. Zoe could prob'ly beat one."
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Post by DKender on Dec 30, 2012 16:24:49 GMT -8
The doctor was not enticed by Alex's frantic arm waving - maybe he should have shouted, after all. Oh, well. Dr. Victor was probably going downstairs to check on Kaya. Poor, sick Kaya. Alex intended to visit her and Wil later, with get-well-soon-and-sorry-that-you-can't-party presents. It took a while, but he finally found a pair of track pants that were comparable to the stolen ones. And he made Kaya a whole bouquet of paper napkin roses! That visit could wait, though. The night was young! "I'll be right back, Chelsea!" Alex ran to DJ Chantelle's station and knelt beside her, with his hands clasped. "Chantelle, do you have anything by Florence and the Machine? Like, uhm, that Dog Days song? Or Cosmic Love? Please do me a favor and play one tonight?" He glanced back at Chelsea nervously. Alex didn't want a wallflower to swoop in and take his dance partner. THEN who'd he dance with? A broom? Aw, hell no.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 31, 2012 2:03:07 GMT -8
Chantelle- "Sure thing, Alex! The weirdness tonight is all because I'm trying to make sense of requests, actually. Monty wanted to hear Janet..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 31, 2012 6:30:28 GMT -8
"There are always worse things than zombies, we should always be prepared, like the thing that injured Patti, or Abdul. Strange that the one time I used that maneuver things did not go so well." He thinks about it quietly, Ivan- "Can't kung fu a ghost, bro."
and then looks over to Tyrone. "I am not sure what his appeal is." He takes a hand, and looks it over, before starting all over again. Tyrone- "Doc Vic? He got that tortured genius kinda deal. Could be he's jus' loco, but he can make a thing feel important. I'm learnin' t' be a medic. On th' cheap."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 31, 2012 23:03:57 GMT -8
Time made fools of everyone. The evening had grown long and late. Hector- "I think one of them is a traitor. You can see it in the eyes!" Volya- "Dude! I knows! Luke at that mothersfucker there!"
Luke- "I didn't have a god damn thing to do with it."
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Post by DKender on Dec 31, 2012 23:59:49 GMT -8
Time indeed made fools of everyone. In the community center, a partied-out and worried Alex stumbled unsteadily towards Sarah! "Sarah, Sarah, help me! I'm high! I think I'm high! I ... I ate something ... looked like Snickers ... it tasted weird ... I think it was ... a POT CANDY. Now ... now I'm hyperventilating and ... everything feels HOT. Ohhh. Oh, Lord, I think ... gonna pass out ... gotta sit ... sit down ..." He sat quickly and leaned against the wall. "What if I ... overdosed? Nooooo. I ... I'm sorry ... Jesus ... don't ... tell ..." Sarah- "I don't know where to start, Aleksh. Itsh not... They don't make pot candy. Itsh brownies. Did zhoo- eat- You're ashleep. Hm. Wherezh Nat? I needa forklift."
As he's wont to do (especially in front of his roomie), anxious Alex hyperventilated too much and momentarily passed out. Sadly, the half-finished Snickers bar he found in the kitchen and devoured did not actually contain pot, but it was stale. It serves the hungry bastard right for eating somebody else's candy. Sarah, on the other hand, was drunk.
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Post by Gillsing on Jan 1, 2013 0:06:37 GMT -8
Ben proceeded to pour something alcoholic into a glass of cranberry juice, and found that while it tasted quite all right, it could certainly use some improvement. Though that would have to wait, for the time had come to get to the real reason for leaving the dance floor. "Hey, Sonya? I don't know if you've noticed, but I've got this crush on you, and I kind of wonder how you feel about that." He was blushing as furiously as any anime character, and barely able to make eye contact. Despite all the time he'd spent thinking about this he didn't feel prepared. Sonya- "Oh, don't be embarrass. It's OK! You are OK... I feel... How do I explain?
In America, I don't feel safe most times. I am always careful, slow to say someone is OK. I ... I have trouble with words.
I'm sorry I make you wait for long time. It seems like too long time to me. I know how you feeled and wanted. I just put off this talk because what I say.
But, it's OK. You don't know if a love will work, so don't be crazy. But you have to start somewhere." She was a bit flustered, working the air with her hands or knotting them as she spoke. Finally she stopped the fidgeting, and leaned forward, and kissed him.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 2:12:57 GMT -8
Volya- "Come back here, cat! We know you did it!"
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