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 Nov 5, 2012 0:11:39 GMT -8
Alex heard Micah on the other side of the building and jogged over to join him. "Yeah, ready to go. Oh, and I got you a present for later. What's your ring size, again?" He grinned pleasantly!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 5, 2012 1:53:07 GMT -8
Micah presented Alex with his middle finger and a grin."Alright, I am starting to singe a little. Let get the fuck out of here." He moved cautiously to the door and peered outwards. He hoped that either the others were out there, or their break-in hadn't caught much attention but he didn't hold his breath.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 2:46:11 GMT -8
Micah smelled a strange scent as he was crawling out the door. What was it? Mushrooms? Spray paint? He luckily did not think to glance back into the shop on his way out... "..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 7:27:09 GMT -8
As Ash dealt with a zombie a few feet behind her, another stood up abruptly from a pile of corpses. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt with a wide, blackish, bloody racing stripe from his lips to his waist. More dark spittle flew from its mouth as it lunged towards her. She knocked it down with the cart, then circled around to dash it's brains in as it struggled to stand. She stood back up quickly, looking about for more attackers. She yanked the front of the cart past her, grabbed the handle, and continued towards the apartments.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2012 8:31:16 GMT -8
Ash trots after her, making sure that they don't leave their quieter friends behind. Leaving someone to a mob is a fate worse than death. Unlike Tyrone, he shook with excitement. Now was the time. He kept an eye on Patti as well, since she was left in a worse place while pushing the cart. He wondered, idly, if it was those new ones with locking wheels. He didn't feel like carrying it. As the cart rattled by, the picked up more admirers. Something this noisy was bound to cause a party, and of course, they brought friends. Ash beat back a couple who came too close, clipping them across the face. Smashing the brain was harder than it looked in theory, he realized, when one rose up with a crushed jaw rather than a smashed brain. A creature that had been crouched by the alleyway rushes Patti from the front. Too far from Ash to do anything about it right now. He figured she'd see something this obvious but he decided it couldn't hurt. "Hey, Patti." The creature was dragging a shattered leg, and it was quite slow. A teenager with a band shirt. It didn't have a great sense of trajectory, because it was more likely to run into the cart, rather than her at the rate it's moving.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 9:01:06 GMT -8
Patti saw the thing coming. She considered the pistol, but didn't want to attract any more attention than this cart already had. She stopped the cart, hefted her hammer, and charged the thing. She ran a quick loop around and it followed with its head. The legs were slower to react and it fell over on its side. She pounced on top of it with the hammer flying. As she looked up, an unexpectedly fast one was almost on top of her, in a stumbling run with its arms outstretched. She barely had time to react, but leapt and rolled to the side. The newcomer stumbled over its bashed comrade and fell forward, shattering one of its forearms on the curb. Before it could roll over, Patti sprung to her feet, rushing forward and swinging the hammer low, as if she was trying to hit a croquet ball. The hammer didn't hit skull, but instead entered the eye socket. The thing stopped moving, but she had to wrestle the head of her weapon out of the unbroken skull. Her team seemed to have everything under control for the moment, so she ran back to the cart and started pushing with renewed vigor.
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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 ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Nov 5, 2012 14:42:29 GMT -8
Gross. Those scented spirit-dispelling voodoo-y candles that Micah picked up smelled rank, like toxic chemicals. Alex followed him outside, deposited his choir robe bundle in the shopping cart, and quickly switched his crowbar with a sledgehammer. He considered returning to Kaufer's for a Barbie-alike doll (a gift for Zoe, of course), but that wouldn't be fair to Micah. Anyway, the "Pick Jesus" pun was waaaaay too cheesy, even for Alex. Seriously, did his bible camp counselor design those toys? Alex pushed the cart a few feet before he saw an undead woman lurching around the building. She wore a red, velvety dress - very elegant, actually - and a diamond choker. Had she been at a party the night she died? Maybe it was her birthday or anniversary. Dr. Melange's reassurances that the undead no longer experienced human thoughts comforted Alex as he tested his new sledgehammer on the woman in red. "Want to stop anywhere else, Micah? Or should we go straight home?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 5, 2012 16:41:43 GMT -8
As Alex took a sledgehammer to a rich lady in velvet, Micah spotted the old homeless guy from before lurching towards him. It was hard to know if the old guy was just lucky, or had some heightened senses, because it was hard to see any eyes in that mess of hair, blood and face. He threw the sashimi knife and candles into the trolley in a panic, then he tried out the hatchet on the old guy's skull. It caved in with a crunch without much force, the old guy crumpled in a mess to the ground. "Sorry mate..." They'd all had lives once, shitty friends and crummy day jobs to slave away at. What had there been for this guy? He hadn't stood a chance. Nobody had given a fuck. "Do you know of any clothing joints nearby? I have two sets of clothing and they are both a bit fucking ripe. " ( There is a place called' Tommy Bahama' about half a block up from 403 but Alex might not know that. So you call it. )
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 19:10:57 GMT -8
On the way back, Micah was able to grab a variety of polo shirts, windbreakers and plaid shorts from the front of a yuppy clothing store near the 403. The Goodwill would have to wait for another day, as the roads soon became impassable with the slow, gory enemies.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 20:19:07 GMT -8
Eventually everyone got back to the 403, safe and sound except for a few scratches, and with a pack of goodies to share with the others. Seth- "Great job guys! Hey does anyone want to go out burning bodies with me? Might be good to do it before the birds get to them." (GM NOTE: This conversation is meant to be the wrap-up for the expedition, but you're havin' fun with your violence and such, so ... just wrap up how you got over the finish line. Assume you left the carts outside at first so you could come back and grab the stuff with less of a zombie crowd later. The barricade is too hard to quickly unload through.
We'll assume only Alex and Micah are not back yet when this happens.) Abdul- "I'm not sure why the need for the continued risk... After all, this isn't a medieval siege where the bodies could be catapulted in by an enterprising foe."
Tyrone- "It's a good point, chief. What d'ya say?"
Seth- "Every time we come out here we're going to have to see them. It doesn't seem respectful to leave them like that. You know, there's birds and dogs and ..."
Tyrone- "I feel ya, but I also got t' do dishes later. It's more 'n I feel up to t'day."
Abdul- "Sentimentality... Well, I cannot disabuse anyone of heartfelt beliefs, even if I think they may be problematic. Good luck."
Stevie- "I'm wiped, stupidly enough. Gotta get my endurance up for stuff. Sorry, man."
Seth- "Oh well... I'll go check upstairs." (GM NOTE: Anyone else want to burn corpses with Seth? If not, proceed to wherever you'd like in the building and describe the sort of stuff you feel like describing, or wait to RP until something interesting happens, as you like.)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2012 20:41:12 GMT -8
Ashley skids over one of the fallen corpses. Patti was just too good with that hammer. Maybe they should make a giant hammer just for her! It was a tempting thought but there were better ways to deal with these things. He kept an eye out on the way back, battering the body of a poor vagrant as he left. There were always those left behind. After they unloaded, he approached Seth. "I'll go with you. You need someone else to help guard your back." He flipped the pipe up, and then caught it with his other hand. It wasn't really something he thought about, but he should be more careful with these simple gestures. "It might sound stupid, but I'd really like to keep that chainsaw. The big one. We don't have gas for it yet, but I might steal some from my car at some point." He grins, and though he was thinking of better uses than cutting plywood... they were probably going to be using it to cut wood. And nothing else.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 21:17:59 GMT -8
Seth- "Oh cool, thanks man! Ashley, right? I'll run upstairs and see what we can get for ignition, and be back down."
Seth looked relieved that someone else had volunteered, before he took off up the stairs.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 21:41:01 GMT -8
It seemed to Patti like the minimum size for an expedition would be three. so she volunteered her services as well. "Yeah, we shouldn't go out with less than three. Just my thinking. It's easy to get distracted out there and the more people you've got watching your back, the better." Once inside the building, she added "We should wait a while until the mob dissipates a little before we go back out. Just a thought."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2012 21:41:36 GMT -8
Ashley waited. He was excited, but content, and a little tired. The perfect mixture. He hoped to have a better weapon than a pipe at the end of this. He was surprised that Patti was also joining them. "You too?" He asks, seeming surprised.
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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 ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Nov 5, 2012 21:51:18 GMT -8
After Alex returned with loot and beautiful polo shirts (most belonged to Micah), he spotted Ash and Patti. They were talking and seemed to be waiting for something. "Hullo Ms. Patti. Mr. Ashley!" He approached the two. "Sir, is it true you're a personal trainer?" To Alex: "A personal trainer?" He asks, and then nods. "I am. Are you worried about your fitness?" "Me? Worried? Ah, no, nooo. Check THIS out!" Alex dropped to the ground and did a couple one-armed pushups! He stood again and wiped his hand on his shirt. "But my friend is trying to beef up. He's about ... oh ... forty-five, not super athletic. He asked for help, but I'm not smart enough for that. What kind of regimen would you recommend, Sir?" "Impressive," He comments, seeming genuinely interested for a few moments. "...Your friend... how heavy is he? Just out of shape? What I'd recommend depends on his starting state." "Uh. I don't know. How heavy d'you think he is? You met Dr. Victor ..." "I've been mostly weight training the last several years, but have enhanced my cardio in the last year and a half. I train two or three days a week with a pro, so I have some ideas myself. If'n you all don't mind." "Please, go ahead, a second opinion can't do anything but help." He says simply, and puts his hands almost in his sewn-closed pockets. "I'll give my recommendations afterwards. If he was ...overconditioned, it might be dangerous to have him go straight into rigorous workouts."
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