DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 9, 2013 22:19:29 GMT -8
"NO CHEERLEADERS?" Alex lowered his voice. "I mean ... really? Jesus Christ! No wonder you dropped ..." Abandon sentence! It's insensitive!"Uh. Guess what. I was Prom King. Yeah." The intrepid explorers made their way to Starbucks without incident. It hadn't been raided yet: the syrups, coffee, teas, and various barista supplies were ripe for plundering! A purse was tucked under the bar. Had it been left behind by a customer? Did it belong to an employee? What a mystery! It was distinctive, purple with bright yellow flowers. Other than that, nothing seemed to be amiss ... DUN DUN. No, seriously, it's a very calm little Starbucks.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 10, 2013 9:24:54 GMT -8
Ashley gives the purse a look. A look. He was curious but he couldn't bring himself to open it. Even now, with no one to claim it, it felt wrongful. He looked around the rest of the store instead, looking for his favorite types of coffee, and putting them into his dufflebag. He preferred dark, full-bodied coffee. He took most of the Extra Bold off the shelf. He also took some nondairy creamer, because why not, even if he took his coffee black. The food was far gone and rotten, and that was quite a smell, but he took a number of canned and bottled drinks as well. They'd be nice gifts for the 405ers and he kind of liked rasberrywater.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 10, 2013 10:28:03 GMT -8
Patti filled her backpack with coffee, and four of the shelf stable cartons of almond and soy milk. Amongst the hipster compilation CDs, she saw an Allison Krauss gospel album and dropped it into her pack when nobody was particularly paying attention. Oddly, the discussion of Seth's health popped back into her mind. It occurred to her that the man really needed more protein and fat if he was going to keep going. "I know it didn't go well last time we went, but after we drop off the geese, I think we should make another run to the gym to pick up as much protein powder as we can carry." She moved carefully to one of the windows and peered out. There were only two zombies in the lot, far fewer than she had imagined when she saw them from down below.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 10, 2013 10:42:28 GMT -8
"Right. I've been wanting to do that for a while." He seemed to have gotten the undercurrent of her thinking, though he could use more protein himself. As much as they could carry, maybe he could bring more dufflebags. It would be hard to move with them full, but how difficult would that be? He was reminded of what his father said about catching raccoons...make a hole that is too small for them to withdraw their closed hand with food in it. They were so eager to get the food, they wouldn't let go of the food, even under threat of death. Was he like the raccoon then?
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 10, 2013 15:01:10 GMT -8
"Uuugh. This biscotti is nasty." Alex spat something into the trashcan and took a bite of chocolate instead. "Stale ..." He finished it anyway and joined Patti at the window. "You're right. We need to get some protein in Seth. And I could use more, too." "I've ... lost six pounds." He sighed. "All muscle, too, probably." "But forget that. Tonight's going to be a feeeast. Goose tastes like chicken, right? Pretty much? Micah, you guys make goose with mashed potatoes, and I'll kiss your feet."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 10, 2013 15:13:00 GMT -8
Patti looked introspective for a moment. She spoke softly. "Mashed potatoes... sure would be nice to have some butter..." She came out of her reverie. "I'm really wishing right now that we had holed ourselves up on a farm somewhere. With dairy cows."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 10, 2013 15:13:26 GMT -8
Micah had a look round the place but the others seemed to have most of it under control so it he went and joined Patti looking out the window and onto the car-park. "I don't think I've ever eaten a goose before, I prefer chips myself than mash, although with a bit of mustard it's pretty fucking good. I'm with you on that Patti, I do miss me a rare fucking steak. What is with all you guys obsessing with fucking protein powder? How'd I fucking end up in the bodybuilder's enclave?" He looked down at the two zombies who seemed to be sticking close to each other, it was hard to tell but it almost looked like they were holding hands. "Do you think zombies get fucking lonely?... I hope they can't have fucking sex, the last thing we need are zombabies." (( No more unnecessary placeholders I swear, I only started using them recently and I think it's gone to my head. I promise I will only use them if needed and not before.))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 10, 2013 15:50:06 GMT -8
Micah, sadly, only had the misfortune of hanging out with the most athletic-oriented folks in the whole building, who would probably be the only people who might be obsessed with protein powder in the wake of no fresh palatable meat. "Me too." It's hard to tell whether he's agreeing about butter or steak. The truth was both. Everything. Buttered steak. He was a steakman. When he threw his second girlfriend a birthday party, he got her a steak cake. It was a steak with candles in it. He was so proud, until she told him she was more into goat. "There's canned butter. I don't think we'll ever find it. And cheese...I could go for some cheese.." He grumbles, shifting. It wasn't good for him, but dammit, he missed having some fat in his diet. Icecream, pie... Where was all the good stuff going? He pondered, and then shifted again. "We should move them out of that building...into the countryside. The zombies don't have any interest in animals, I don't think." He seems to be talking to Patti, though he also is staring out at the two zombies close together. He didn't wonder what they wondered. He imagined they were almost mindless, like dogs with rabies. There was no personality left, only aggression and hunger. Why didn't they totally decay? He didn't know. Magic. This was all some hoodoo.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 10, 2013 16:01:36 GMT -8
At Micah's quip about bodybuilding, Alex said, "These guns need coddling. Aw, don't you, babies?" He flexed his arms. "And have you seen my abs? Check it out." Of course he felt compelled to flash everyone with his beautiful six pack. "It takes a lot of work to maintain them." As Ashley waxed poetic about the countryside, Alex wrinkled his nose at the zombie sex comment. "That's ... just no. They have no souls. They can't love each other." ((I don't mind placeholders, actually. They're a handy tool for a busy world!))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 10, 2013 19:16:33 GMT -8
"I wouldn't call it an obsession. Do you have any other great ideas to add protein to our diets? We can barely get enough eggs and pigeon to keep everyone healthy. I don't know if geese will be enough, even, and we only have so much ammo."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 10, 2013 19:49:03 GMT -8
"Sure, not a fucking obsession. You guys just talk about it all the time. Well, we could bust down a peanut factory. Although really Patti, protein is only one of our nutritional concerns, I'm not fucking looking forward to staring scurvy in the fucking face." Micah looked down and spied the soy milk in her bag, it gave him a brain wave. He grinned at her. "I just had a long term idea might be a shit one. Soy beans, we could grow them and kill two birds with one stone. A substitute for fucking protein and for milk, a soy bean cow. What do ya reckon?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 10, 2013 19:53:02 GMT -8
"I'm not ready to be sedentary yet." Is all he said. What whatever he means is lost to interpretation.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 10, 2013 19:54:38 GMT -8
"Soybeans? NO WAY! Nuh UH! Dad says soybeans are fifty percent estrogen! It'll unbalance everyone!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 10, 2013 20:00:36 GMT -8
"That's a pretty good idea. Not sure where we'd get them, and we'd probably want extra rooftops. Hmmm..."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 10, 2013 20:08:48 GMT -8
"Fine. Just keep those hormone beans away from me. Can't even grow a beard. Like I need more problems ..." Alex might possibly maybe dislike soy for some reason.
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