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Post by Gillsing on Sept 17, 2012 15:22:31 GMT -8
Ben needed a moment to collect himself after that incredibly spooky video. Was it real? Impossible to know. But even if it was fake, it was clear that someone had orchestrated this whole thing, and that made zombies a teensy bit more believable. More believable than FEMA running some kind of zombie apocalypse fire drill? Hard to say. Maybe not, though? Yeah, the more he thought about it, it seemed more likely that this was all some sort of government agency screw-up. Some kind of intentional bullshit that may or may not have gone out of control. 9/11 not enough? Financial crisis not enough? Just pour it on until something breaks and people are ready for the New World Order. Then he suddenly heard a call for attention, and noticed the man asking who was in charge. Ben waited only a short moment to see if any of the others was actually in charge, and then he raised his hand and spoke up. "Uh... Anna and Jackson went downstairs to get more people. And weapons. I guess that makes them in charge."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 17, 2012 16:32:42 GMT -8
Patti stood very still, absorbing what she saw on the television. It couldn't be real. Just some kids playing with... what exactly? A man stood up and started asking questions. Her head was still oscillating between completely blank and abject terror. She didn't really process what he was saying. Then a voice from beside her, Ben, snapped her back to the present. Patti's eyes fixed on the stern looking man with all the questions. Kind of arrogant looking, maybe a doctor or off-duty police officer. "Tag, you're it." Did she just say that out loud?
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 17, 2012 18:15:59 GMT -8
Dr Victor, pursed his lips, almost at a sneer. He folded his arms across his chest, the dufflebag shifting awkwardly off his shoulder. "For whatever it is worth, I doubt I'm exactly the 'people-friendly' style person. No, but as it stands... I am taking volunteers. I need this... place, er, cleared of obstructions. I need some sort of communication... relay? No! I am definitely not cut out for this. Nurses always know what the hell their doing; I'd fail to make a decent scrap book with this situation." He turned to the security guard. "Uhm, right. You don't have a weapon, but they're getting some. Rather barbaric but given the circumstances and rampant opioid abuse to produce such a frenzied response... Balderdash and other incoherent things! I need things done for me!" Tossing the dufflebag onto a nearly vacant tabletop. Rummaging though its contents, he pulled out a pair of violet neoprene gloves. "Until some sort of police or whatever comes for what I believe they deem an 'extraction' I think we should play a get to know each other game. This way we could keep what little sanity we have left safe. Also, be on the look out for the injured; they will need to be brought here, to this... er... area." "I'm Doctor Victor. I like long walks on the beach and drinks with little umbrellas in them. I am a Virgo." His eyes scanned the room before pointing at the man in glasses who responded to being a leader. "I'm Ben Hanson. I... eh... program computers." Ben glanced around hesitantly as the doctor's eyes focused on him.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 17, 2012 19:40:40 GMT -8
Patti was glad to shirk the feeling of growing responsibility, even if this guy didn't seem to want the mantle. She touched the shoulder of a young man in a $10 JC Penney running suit... who appeared to be wearing $1000 Italian leather loafers and a Rolex. The man jumped and almost swung at her. "Oh-sorry-um... I'm a bit jumpy." The man had an accent that Patti pegged as either eastern European or Russian. "That's okay, we're all on edge. Can you help me move these chairs out of the way, so we can push some of these tables together? Thanks."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 17, 2012 22:27:07 GMT -8
Tyrone- "...Ehh, okay. "
Tyrone set to gently herding people near the stairwell. Anna spied him from the bottom and came running up. Anna- "Hey you! Security! You got a radio?"
Tyrone- "Yeah but it don't do no good to radio an empty room. Er'body's gone."
Anna- "You got a way to make an announcement?"
Tyrone- "I guess so. Could go to the office. What could I poss'bly say? 'Don't act like fools, dummies?'"
Anna- "Yeah actually. Maybe say anyone who wants to go, go, and anyone who wants to stay, go to the third floor and stay close to people."
Tyrone- "Awright. Send somebody else to do what Dr. House there said to do. Anybody wanna come with?'"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 18, 2012 0:14:37 GMT -8
( I'm just going to put this here because I couldn't wait, I'm kinda addicted at the moment . Feel free to modify to suit. Sorry for the early gore hahaha) Ugh it was bad enough being fooled by that stupid kid, now his hand was covered in pink wet blood and he couldn't shake the icy feeling that went through to his bones from touching the weird woman's arse. Had she really said "sexy"? He shook his head who knows what was going on in that lady's head, had she seen him looking before? Micah hope he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt. As the kid passed him in the stairwell with his mother Micah quickly wiped his hand on the back of the kid's shirt. "Sorry, I tripped" He lied as the woman gave him a dirty look. Serves the little shyster right. The boy looked back grinning at him nonplussed. On the bright side, he hadn't fallen face forward onto a corpse. Which meant he wasn't covered in any goo or unknown pathogens, except on his hand and it was his favourite one... When they finally reached the top, they came face to face with what seemed to be a video showing guts pouring out of a boys bandaged stomach. A groups of people were huddled around staring aghast at the screen, some looking ready to chunder. It was hard to believe this was real, were they watching a movie? Judging by the reactions Micah guessed not. Oh jesus christ, this just got better and better. He wished he was back in Australia, if disaster movies had taught him anything, home was always safe. Nobody gave a fuck about what happened there. Suddenly some guy started shooting questions at everyone and no one in particular until some nerdy looking chubster answered him, followed by a fit older black woman. What did he think this was? A support group?
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 18, 2012 5:25:58 GMT -8
Off the hook for a while, Ben turned to Sonya to see how she was doing. "I don't think this is real," he said. "I think it's some kind of massive drill that's gone out of control. I mean, zombies? Dead people walking around? That just doesn't happen." "Yeah, I don't understand this gross video. What do we do? Why don't the police come?"
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Post by kilnarak on Sept 18, 2012 16:40:33 GMT -8
Nat had nearly jumped out of his skin when the presumed-dead child pushed up to his feet looking far too amused with himself. His eyes must be playing tricks on him, if he had mistaken that shiny shopping bag for gore. He was panicking and he knew it, but there was nothing he could do to stop himself - things were too strange, he could hardly believe what was happening around him. Nat followed the group up to the third floor as if in a daze, keeping as close to Sarah as he could manage. His coworker was a beacon of sanity and stability, and he decided to just follow her. She would lead them to safety, he had to believe that. As things stood, however, he followed as if in a daze - he hardly even noticed the creeper meandering up beside him, although he did jerk away abruptly, startled, when the man placed a hand on his shoulder. "I... what? What-what did you say? I, um..." He realize he was falling a bit behind his beacon of sanity, and fled after her. Sarah, as well as a few others ahead of him, had stopped just past the stairs - they had paused to look at the big TV screen. Nat could vaguely hear it - it didn't sound like the news, rather it sounded like a little kid talking? Nat hurried up the stairs to catch up to Sarah just in time to see guts pouring out of the gaping wound in a kid's stomach. Nat didn't need to see any more, he staggered up against one of the walls and promptly began heaving up his lunch into a mess on the floor.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 19, 2012 12:25:38 GMT -8
(ULTRA MEGA POST!) The tattooed man, Jackson, accompanied Tyrone and they made a break for the stairwell to get to the office. Anna ran around checking doors and herding people to the best of her ability. Outside, an extra loud blood curdling scream carried all the way up to their floor and over the din of the many people milling about. A crowd pressed to the window to look, but it seems they couldn't find anything exciting to see. The sun had at last completely disappeared-- it was 7:44 PM.
"Mr. Page, if you could be so kind as to get another person and make sure we aren't all going to burn down inside this building... check the food pavilions and shops to make sure fryers are off, ovens have stopped... blenders cease their blending." Smiling at the older woman, the doctor gave her a singular curt nod of approval. "Right, so we have plenty of serviceable facilities here in this area... bathrooms, food pantries, right? No worries about any hygiene issues today... and we should have some sort of order..." He groaned, loudly. Nobody was going to follow the chubtser, may as well be him. " Micah, Sous-chef on cruise ship. I enjoy parkour and not being around in the middle of some kind of disaster. It's been 10 minutes since my last act of cowardice, I believe with you support I can make it another... hour tops. Gemini." "Really, we're doing this? Um, I'm Patti, I work at Amazon, and I also am not overjoyed at the idea of real flesh-and-blood zombies roaming the streets." "Oh, yeah, uh... Leo." The Doctor smiled slyly at the slightly more-seasoned woman. "Yes, Patty, we are doing this. It is best to keep up conversation. I like to know who I will be tending to should the need arise. I'd ask for blood type over astrological sign, but who knows their blood type?" Ben perked up at the doctor's mention of blood type. In Japan they use blood type instead of astrological signs, so Ben had actually taken care to find out and remember that he was O+. Aside from finding out which Japenese girls he'd be compatible with, it also meant that he could donate blood to a bunch of other blood types, but could only accept a transfusion of O blood, positive or negative. Perhaps he would mention this to the doctor if it looked like it would actually matter. Dr. Victor addressed Micha with a half-smirk, half-sneer. "I just hope you wash your hands a lot. You'd be surprised what kind of horrid diseases and other maladies can climb into your finger nail bed from avian fecal matter." His eyes narrowed as he added, "Cowardice, Micah, is simply a natural reaction. No worries; I've seen more people killed by the 'Hey Y'all, Watch This' than 'Run-Away!'" "Surely there are more than meets the eye to the rest of you? Don't let your own personal cowardice keep your tongue still. Unless you're aphonic or worse, suffer from some supposed selective mutism. I can go on for the lot of you all, if I need to..." "I'll take that onboard" Micah said moving forward extending his pre-bloodied germy hand to shake the doctor's. . Sarah- "Did you say you were a doctor?! We have this woman... What's your name?" BritCreep gently pushed Bloody Woman to the fore. Bloody Woman She spoke quietly, but now everyone was stopped to listen and could hear her - though barely. "You don't want to know my name, poppet." Sarah continued."Well, anyway, she clearly needs help! And others too!" BritCreep spoke next, awkwardly disrupting the emergency situation.Basil- "My name is Basil and I'm a Scorpio. Young Nat, I will help with anything you desire..." It was a bit before Nat's stomach stopped heaving, despite already expelling it's contents. And even then, he waited a moment to be safe, before staggering somewhat woozily away from the mess he had made on the floor, looking, well, rather distressed and more than a little embarrassed. It was a moment before he realized what was going on - he had heard questions and orders being called out, but he hadn't made much sense of them. It wasn't until Micah and a fit-looking black woman gave their own answers before he realized what was being asked of them. He glanced briefly at Sarah, as if for her opinion, then took a step forward. "Um. I-I'm Nat-Nathaniel. I um, I work at S-Starbucks. Wh-What was that? That-that video..." "Oh, uh. I'm-I'm an Aries." "I-um. Does... anyone have a mop?" He looked around for one of those janitorial cleaning stands - he knew he should clean up his own mess. Especially with this Doctor-man going on about diseases and hygiene. The people from downstairs, with help from Anna and others, were brought up to speed on the news report - That gutless kid claimed to be part of a larger group, who somehow sent "the dead" to exterminate the human species. News reports suggest the dead are returning to life as zombies, though we have yet to see that, and that a terror attack at the Columbia Tower may have something to do with this. Everyone compulsively checking notes that their phones still have no signal.
Anna- "Everyone who feels like they can, make a weapon. We're supposedly going to get attacked soon." She began stomping on a flimsy metal food court chair, hoping to pull it apart to make clubs. Most people seem too dazed to join in.
Sarah- "Everyone calm down as best you can and stay close together. You in the corner! Come over here, thanks! We don't know what to expect but we're safer together."
Basil- Basil sprayed some cologne onto Nat's sick, and covered it with a coat someone had left on a chair.
"There you go young man... Good enough for now." Random Guy- "HEY LIMEY! That was my goddamn coat!"
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 19, 2012 15:50:06 GMT -8
The good doctor moved, twisting away from the gore-filled greeting, pleased to deal with someone who obviously needed his help and was most certainly not afraid to help others. He did offer one parting sneer/smile at Micah. A shame he wasn't a doctor."Come, dear, if you won't tell me your name, I shall call you Mary. Lots of good Mary's out there, aren't there?" Dr. Victor gently took the woman's hand, leading to an open area away from the windows, as the rest of the ensemble. His annoyed tone became monotonous, droning. He inspected the woman's exposed skin, gently touching for a pulse on her wrist as he led her. He measured her gait, checked for diaphoresis, shock, or even an oozing or leaking wound or malady of sprains, strains, breaks... "Mary, Queen of Scots, Mary Lou Retton... There was Mary Magdaline, Mary Jane. She got one last dance with Tom Petty, so to speak. But I called you, Mary, for another reason. Mary Mary, Quite Contrary. Are you sure, dear madam, I have no other names to call you?" The doctor's eyes attempted to lock onto hers, checking her visual response to stimuli by slowly moving his head. He briskly inhaled her scent from a crouched position. Every detail, he retained within his mental catalogue.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 19, 2012 22:56:29 GMT -8
The lady had no pulse at all! Must be the weakest pulse imaginable, but there had to be one... She was deathly cold, and must have been in shock. Her eyes didn't seem unfocused, though... More like they were darting around randomly with a purpose... Acting dazed? Counting people? She smelled like new car and sea water and artificial coconut and gunpowder and blood and band-aids. There were minor cuts on her body, but with no sign of aggravation or bleeding... Deep shock indeed.
Bloody Woman- "Do you really want to know my name doctor?" Her eyes came to focus on him at last, savagely, as if they could see through him all the way to his first memory of fire. She began to chuckle deeply.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 19, 2012 23:56:53 GMT -8
Micah hoped the Doctor caught some kind of venereal disease from the strange woman he was examining. The guy was obnoxious, whether he washed his hands or not was his own business. It would however be nice to be free of whatever was left on his hand and the puke on the floor smelt even worse with the added cologne. He wandered over to a sushi place called "Sarku Japan Sushi" pushing the little gate open. Inside the small shop, it had as he hoped some disinfectant hand wash sitting next to the sink. He washed his hands quickly, rejoicing in the full use of his right hand hopefully free of disease. Fucking arrogant doctor. He non-committedly had a look around, looking for something sharp and pointy preferably some kind of long sashimi knife. Not that he wanted to have use for it but he didn't wanted to face these things without some kind of protection, just in case. ( I thought it might be too convenient for me to decide he finds something sharp and pointy so I leave it for you GMs to decide. Not that it will really do him any good. ) Micah found a cutting board with a variety of large knives, albeit rather fishy smelling. As he moved to take one...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 20, 2012 12:51:21 GMT -8
Micah was startled by someone entering the kitchen behind him, and spun the knife around the counter, sending it flying and one inch from landing point down in his foot.
A small Asian man wearing an all white chef style uniform regarded him in a way that made him want to immediately start apologizing for being in an employee's area, but the man waved a dismissive hand and started to move around the room, checking the ovens. Asian man - (Something loud in Chinese)
Another Asian man came in, and Micah had to do a double take. He was pretty buff and big, and shirtless, carrying a large object covered with white cloth. The man nodded at him politely.
Ripped Asian man - (A heated reply in Chinese.)
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Post by DKender on Sept 20, 2012 17:02:43 GMT -8
Alex had been pacing aimlessly around the third floor since the first disturbing news transmission, prodding his cell phone. Useless thing. It didn’t matter where he went, there was no reception. He was vaguely aware of people talking: a woman whose voice was somehow comforting, a guy with “nerd” written all over him, a doctor (thank God they had a doctor here), somebody … oddly similar to Emiliano (if Emiliano was a little paler), a foreigner (Australian? English?), and another foreigner (definitely English), and they seemed calmer than most of the people waiting to die in Westlake. Because that’s what they were doing. Waiting to die. He knew what was happening. This was the goddamn End Times, resurrection of the dead and all that, and that gut-spewing little creature on TV was some kind of antichrist or demon or something. But why did he have to suffer through this? What about all the sacrifices he made? Church twice a week (and a one-time altar boy, no less), volunteering at the food kitchen, freaking abstinence. He went above and beyond, but that obviously didn’t matter. Alex suddenly noticed the bloody woman, and his dazed expression sharpened as he focused on her and the doctor. He took a few steps closer and, his phone still gripped in his right hand, stared at the pair like they were actors on a stage. Christ. What now? Just going to shove this guy in here, let me know if I ought to change anything for continuity’s sake. Thanks!
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 20, 2012 18:10:18 GMT -8
Supposed to get attacked? What the ever-loving fuck was going on here? With the tables situated to serve the doctor's needs, Patti started thinking about weapons. She didn't know how to use a hand-to-hand weapon. A shotgun or a handgun, yeah, but, what, a fucking club? A knife? If she was using a knife, then whatever she was fighting was already WAY too close. Patti walked to the window and glanced down to assess the situation. She was looking for two things: abandoned police vehicles and zombies. She was getting a real weapon, even if she had to leave the building to get it. She didn't want to think about the alternative. Patti looked outside, wondering what a zombie would look like. Would they have green skin and be holding their arms out, lurching around? That seemed silly, but in any case she didn't see it. She saw one police vehicle, but wondered if it had already been scavenged, seeing the debris littering the ground around it. Some people milled around the coffee shop, seemingly in a daze. She couldn't see them well from this distance, but they didn't seem to have any obvious blood on them and perhaps they were just in shock.
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