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
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Post by DKender on Oct 3, 2012 20:40:10 GMT -8
Alex passed Micah off with a nod. He wondered briefly where the colonel and his friends were going. Would they be safe? Maybe they had a cabin in the woods somewhere. Like Patti said, the wilderness was probably a haven, unless the freaking squirrels were also becoming undead monsters. Anna was right about raiding the vacated place. She was really smart. And she made nose earrings look good! He didn't think it was possible ... But would they actually need to kick the door down? He'd never done anything like that before! Alex only got into trouble with the law once. And that wasn't the REAL law. It was his resident adviser. After Carly broke off their relationship with a text message, he threw a chair through his dorm window. The RA almost wrote him up, but Emiliano convinced him that Alex had seen a bee in their room and was just trying to defend himself with a poorly aimed chair. Where was Carly now? He wished they'd stayed friends. But that breakup stung bad. He'd bought Carly a promise ring and everything. They loved each other! He deserved more than the text message: Sry need a br8k "Hey, Ben," Alex said. "If the empty place is locked, want to help break down the door? You’re in to karate, right? Doesn't wood have a pressure point, or something? When we get there, show us how it's done!" Ben could probably break the door in half with a well-placed chop.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 3, 2012 20:55:10 GMT -8
Micah sighed as he was passed to the doctor, did anyone ask him if he minded? The bulging-eyed guy made him think, surely to know her neighbour that well he'd be close.Would they'd both be on the same floor? Both guys looked close enough in size, and he doubted the empty apartment had any. "Aren't we forgetting that we need fresh clothes? I really don't want to put these clothes back on anytime soon. They smell like a fucking abattoir. Perhaps the apartment of gentleman who just left, might be our best bet? Do you want to give Alex and Ben a hand please Nat?"
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 3, 2012 21:03:09 GMT -8
Nat found himself bringing up the rear of the group, along with any others who chose to join them (he... half expected Basil would, he seemed like the sort who would creep on people in showers). "S-so... we should take the apartment next to Anna's? F-For the night, I mean. Um." He flinched away from the other trio coming down the stairs, pushing up against the wall to give them space to pass. He glanced back after them, watching until they were safely down the stairs, before calling up to Anna. "Um. Where does... where do they, uh, stay? S-Since we know no-one will be there... It-it might be a good place to, um, to raid?" He seemed to be of the same opinion as Micah in that. He blinked at the Aussie's suggestion, 'though, uncertain. "Um, you mean in... breaking down the door? Ah, I can try. I-er-I've never done anything like... like that before."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 3, 2012 23:30:11 GMT -8
Anna- "Good thinking, Mike. Wil - the colonel's son - was up on 12, uh... 12-B, I'm pretty sure. Knock first in case I got the wrong one there." The party reached the 10th floor. Anna led the way, opened her apartment door, and gestured for people to walk in. She walked down about ten feet and did a leaping kick at the door. It flew open with a crack. She fell back with an exhilirated whoop. Anna- "Oh man, that was fun." She went into her apartment. Anyone entering the empty apartment will find it empty. No towels or soap. Anna is getting such things in her place for loan, and queues are forming for showers and medical exams.
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Post by Gillsing on Oct 4, 2012 2:03:19 GMT -8
Ben had assured Sonya that he had no problems with stairs, as Kendo practice involved a lot of moving back and forth. Still, ten floors up he was feeling all the recent stairs in his legs, including the ones from the train tunnel. Man, it would sure feel good to rest up a bit. He wondered how much time had passed since it all started and checked his phone to see what time it was. When Anna kicked the door open he gave her a thumbs up. He wasn't sure he could've done that. Not after all the stairs. He would probably have asked for a crowbar. Once inside the apartment he took off his armour and stacked it neatly in a pile together with his bokken. Then he sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, and waited for his turn to use the bathroom.
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Suyoi
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 4, 2012 4:34:19 GMT -8
The good doctor assisted his first patient through the empty apartment, enjoying the slight echo of his footsteps against the floor. Casting curious glances about the room, Dr. Victor took Micah to the bathroom, allowing the poor man some seated rest on the throne. It was at that precise moment, he caught himself in front of the mirror. Oh good heavens, its worse than I thought! I'll never get my hair under control with this mess about; that girl probably doesn't even have the right product for these superior locks."... and I most certainly am not going to put whatever nasty biker grease she uses in this!" Dr. Victor tilted his head to the side, catching himself speaking only by noticing the movement of his own lips in his reflection. This drew out another wheezy chuckle from the good doctor, who smiled more animatedly than he had before. He turned on the sink and checked the water color and temperature before even trying the shower. "I trust you are able to disrobe yourself? If not, just let me know. But I was serious about sharing the shower. God knows, the water heater, if it isn't set up through a boiler system, will run out long before you ever get scrubbed, Micah." The doctor began by unbuttoning his shirt, murmuring about a missing button and the extra perspiration appearing. He knew he didn't smell bad, but the work facilities wasn't exactly luxurious after a long shift and neither was his selected uniform. The a-shirt, or wife-beater, fared better. He glanced at the raven in flight tattoo on his left shoulder in the mirror, giving it a quick flex. At least I still have the body of a 20 year old! His muscles were defined at least, and while not slouching or crouching, he did have a decent physique; a body like a fitness nut, no, but a body like someone who cared a little too much. The color of his skin was in two distinct shades; one of a slightly luke-warm extra cream coffee; the other of a cherry-blossom mud puddle, taught and with a light shine. Removing the white a-shirt, the darker skin appeared all down his back. As the good doctor turned to face Micah, another burn mark appeared on his chest, this one in a more ominous shape; a half-dollar sized pentacle, burned on his sternum, flared more raspberry than cherry, the finer details of the possible brander obscured, though the hanging piece of the pendant is apparent. "If you need your modesty, I understand. Just, do me a favor and don't tell the others what shape I'm in. If I get stuck lugging around everything, or they find out... I swear I'd just go off. I can't really be one for all the physical labor. I crafted this body out of my own desire for perfection and I dare say, I shall not have it used against me." The good doctor offered a weak, but warm smile. "I have no wounds; Mary knew better than to mess with this temple. And all we need is soap and towels..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 4, 2012 4:43:38 GMT -8
tab From her childhood on military bases, Patti was accustomed to cold showers, so decided she'd let everyone else have a go before she took hers. She sat on the couch, tucking the pistol between the arm and cushion. tab "Zzzzzzzz..." She was out like a light.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 4, 2012 6:43:23 GMT -8
Patti was just starting to doze when the door was kicked in by a soldier in an unfamiliar uniform. British? Several more soldiers burst in behind him, all armed with automatic rifles and machine guns. The lead soldier said "We're here for the women! Give them up and nobody has to die!" Patti wasn't about to be taken to some remote compound to be raped twice daily by a gang of Neanderthal. She reached down for the pistol but it wasn't there. The doctor was standing by coolly, with his hands only half raised. He spoke calmly. "There's no need for all of that noise and bluster, Rambo. Take the women, quickly, and be done with it. The rest of us are trying to get some much needed rest." She dug deeper into the couch, hoping desperately that the pistol had just slid down a bit. One of the soldiers grabbed Anna by the hair and kissed her roughly on the side of her face. "This slapper's got some right perky Bristols this one." He pointed his gun in the general direction of Ben, standing with the Daiso girls. "Eh, scrote, step off now. I always wanted to see if a jap's twat really went sideways." He hesitated for only half a second before letting off a round that ripped into Ben's gut, doubling him over and knocking him back a few feet. The whole group laughed. Patti's desperation hit a fever pitch. She flung the couch cushion across the room and cast about hysterically. One of the men grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her down to her knees. She felt the barrel of his rifle in her back. Just then, she spied the pistol on the ground, just inches away from her knee. She snatched it, jabbed the barrel into the her captor's stomach and pulled the trigger. It didn't go off. The fucking safety! Just as she was about to flip the lever, the man tore the gun from her grasp and threw her to the ground. Patti rolled over and looked around in a panic for her attacker. The soldiers were gone, as was the doctor and Ben. Everyone in the room looked at her with fear. Anna ran to her side, where she lay on the floor by the couch. Anna- "Patti, hey there... I guess we're all going to have nightmares tonight... Sorry."
Jesus Christ. That was WAY too real. To be honest, Patti was far less worried about zombies and ghosts than she was men. None of these guys seemed the mad-dog rapist type, but none of them really seemed the Galahad type either. Maybe Alex, but he seemed too soft. If it came to a fight, she wasn't sure he'd be able to hurt a living human, not with lethal force anyhow. There was no Jim. "I'm fine. Just a... nothing. I'm fine. She allowed herself to be helped up off the ground. She picked up the pistol from where it had always been on the couch. Rather than sitting, she paced the living room. She wasn't going to sleep until... well, she wasn't going to sleep again soon.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 4, 2012 13:38:54 GMT -8
EVERYONE MOVE TO THE NEW BOARD AS APPROPRIATE-
I believe Ben is waiting in the living room of the empty apartment, Micah and Doc Vic are in the bathroom of it, and Patti is in Anna's apartment.
Anyone that wanted to raid Colonel Teddy's son's apartment on the 12th floor should go to that place.
We'll be establishing what is going on in those spots as soon as we can...
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