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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 10, 2012 19:09:59 GMT -8
The 6th floor features apartments, and the building's community center. The design is austere and bland. Apartments here are in various sizes, are relatively new.
The community center is a large room designed to fit banquet tables. There is a wall-mounted television, a large outdoor patio, a restaurant style kitchen and several sofas and chairs.
From here you can go to: Either stairwell
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 2:34:17 GMT -8
The community center had all its furniture pushed against the walls, and almost thirty people slept on the floor. On blankets, on couch cushions, in sleeping bags... People of all ages, and a few small dogs as well.
A short man with big owl-like eyes and large hair ran in from the stairwell, carrying a radio.
Man- "Snake! Dude! Get up!"
The man shook a tall slim man who was fast asleep on a scratchy blanket.
"Snake"- "Kenny? Wh-what... huh?"
Kenny - "There's a whole bunch of people here! Abdul what'shisface radioed it! They're downstairs!"
"Snake"- "Oh wow! That's so cool!"
"Snake" got up, he was still dressed in the same clothes as the day before, a slightly blood spattered short-sleeved button up and jeans. He had been using his favorite scarf as a pillow, and now artfully arranged it to cover most of the blood. He and Kenny crept out of the room, trying to not wake anyone else.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 19:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 11, 2012 20:46:52 GMT -8
Micah accepted the celebratory one-armed hug, although not nearly as enthusiastically as Alex. "Uh I think I'm going upstairs, catch you guys later." Micah moved casually up past the residents, giving a small awkward wave of hello. "I'm Micah, great place you have here. I'm glad to hear someone is actually cooking, the last place was take-out city."
Seth- "Oh you're welcome! Nice to meet you. Yeah Chantelle's a great cook, it's going to be a real feast."
He smiled warmly at them all. He offered the doctor a sarcastically cheesy smile as he passed him, raising an eyebrow. Yeah, they were probably going to die, but there was no use sulking like a bitch. The idea of real food lifted Micah's mood. He headed upstairs following the others towards the comm centre. At the sixth floor, the smell was fantastic. Stepping over the sleeping bodies, he grinned at the brusquely cooking girl. He looked appreciatively at the spread, sure it could be better and her technique lacked but it wasn't take-out. "Hi, I'm Micah. Is it okay if I take a plate?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 20:59:03 GMT -8
Cook - "Oh sure, there's sausage, bacon, umm.. whatever that kinda meat is... I'm working on the vegan options now, there's tofurky links and soy scramble."
The woman was manning two different barbeques, one was roasting small pieces of chicken and the other had a makeshift 'griddle' formed by metal cookie sheets laid over the top of the grill. Micah recognized some of the techniques she was using, she was obviously a professional cook of some sort. The little girl poured Micah a drink of his choice, which included several half full cartons of milk and just about every kind of juice. A kettle of coffee bubbled nearby, made up the old fashioned way.
Little girl - "I'm Zoe. I never saw you before. Where did you come from? You have a funny accent. More importantly, do you have any pets?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 21:15:59 GMT -8
Those just arriving upstairs found the large community center full of just waking up people. There was a strong smell of maple syrup and cooking meat drifting in from an outdoor patio. A large plastic banquet table was being unfolded by some men, and sleepy people looked excited to see the newcomers. A few small dogs, a black and white Boston terrier, and two tan French bulldogs ran around happily. Bright daylight streamed in from the open windows and a slight smoke hung in the air from the barbecues. Davin sat on a leather sofa in the community center, looking shell-shocked but still eating some sort of sausage patties and drinking a cup of coffee.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 21:45:59 GMT -8
The doctor almost skipped as the scent of delicious food and the hint of coffee hit his nostrils. And he almost could care less as Micah brushed pass him on the stairs, giving more cheesy lines than a politician. He hesitated at the final scent-smoke. "I thought you had electricity! I thought this was supposed to be a better place!" Dr. Victor shook with rage, his hand rattling the railing as though it were the cause of every annoyance he voiced moments ago, squeezing and shaking. He attempted to control his horrible thoughts with two simple facts: there was no screaming; there was no snapping timbers. Maybe they actually had some form of barbecue? That would almost suffice. Almost.The good doctor took a few last heavy steps to reach the community center, eyes downcast. He could tell the blaze was not in his immediate vicinity, though it was certainly close enough to make him sweat; his face twitched in a sneer in revulsion. Rats! Oh, no... it is those things people try to pass off as dogs."Shoo! Get away from those... they're expensive shoes! What... that's just disgusting... don't lick the-oh, why? Go flee in terror! You horrible, and mildly adorable little wingless fat gnats... Is this one a puppy? Aww..." Leaning down, the doctor extended his fingers towards the smallest creature. It is a shame, really. You're so small and you poop on the floor, you're not what everyone needs, you whine at probably everything, you drool and kick in your sleep, and you still have people bending over to meet your every-needy-yipping demand. Why can't I get that kind of respect? Maybe I should just poop on the floor, hmm? Oh, of course not. You'd just eat it. But... if you eat it and lick someone's face, I would almost forgive you. Almost."Coffee here, please." The doctor assumed the flat, directorial tone for his demand, still entranced by the beast. Did I just coo? Oh, well done, Doctor Victor. You should have just kicked it like you wanted to. Stupid social beast! Disrupting all trains of thought and purposes for anger with such a dumb, derpy face.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 21:58:02 GMT -8
"Coffee here, please." A little girl stood nearby the table of juices and milk, a still steaming kettle of black coffee sat on a ceramic tile to keep it warm. She used a metal ladle to pour it carefully into a "I HATE MONDAYS" mug. "Here you go, we have milk and sugar too if you want." She had the serious manner of a librarian, and sized up the Doctor a moment, before returning to arrange the plastic cups on the table to be in the shape of a heart.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 11, 2012 22:02:46 GMT -8
A young man with floppy black hair woke up. He rolled over, and sat up with his hands on his knees. He yawned, and looked very disturbed as he tried to get his bearings. He looked up, and caught sight of Doctor Victor. Young man- "What's going on, man? Who are you people?" The young man was dazed looking, but the Doctor noted he hadn't even the slightest bloodstain or scratch on him.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 22:07:59 GMT -8
The doctor felt what could have been a smile slip away as he took the mug from the young girl. He nodded towards her and stood up slowly. Children! Of-oh. This must be what had Davin in such a rut for getting back here. A shame, though, to think she may have eyes squint like his. The train of thought was thoroughly derailed this time by his bottom lip hitting one side of the mug. His slurp was loud and the moan afterwards was something akin to a prayer. He spent the next moments in blissful submersion within the aroma of his black god. Not even the gentle tug at his khakis by the puppy detracted him from this, his single pleasure. Once the inhalant subsided, the doctor gently picked the puppy up off the floor and coddled it against his chest as one would a baby. The duffle would sit for the time being, against the entrance wall. He kept a steady balance of bubbling, bouncing puppy scratching at his chest and liquid coffee inside the mug. He chuckled to himself, head lulling to the side as the animal licked the slight stubble on his chin. If I fall, I wonder which object I'd try to save first?Dr. Victor chose a position away from the table, out of the line of sight of the primitive answer to a microwave, and had his back to the girl as much as possible.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 11, 2012 22:23:04 GMT -8
Little girl - "I'm Zoe. I never saw you before. Where did you come from? You have a funny accent. More importantly, do you have any pets?"
Micah- "Not as fucking funny as yours. I came from the sheer depths of hell, where they torture little kids who ask questions and no. Coffee, please." Micah took the coffee and headed to the food filling his plate with meat, pancakes and more importantly syrup. He sat down in an empty chair, looking at the strangers in the room. They seemed okay, it was all a little too idyllic. Alex was going to fucking love it.
He hoped no one would mention he cooked. The last thing he wanted was to be on cooking duty for the ridiculous amount of people here. He felt sorry for the hipster chick slogging it on her own though. The doctor was engaging in his usual bizarre behaviour and cuddling up to one of the dogs. What planet did the man live on?
Dogs and children, what next? A fucking baby? Micah shivered, the only thing he hated more than kids were babies. The only thing worse than babies were their smug fucking parents. Parading their child around like they invented them. 'Nobody shits their nappy like my little Johnny'.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 11, 2012 22:34:22 GMT -8
Zoe- "CHANTELLE, the mean man made SWEARS. Did you hear it?"
Chantelle- "I'm so sorry, baby. Well, don't give him anything if he comes back, OK?"
Stevie- "What's this world comin' to, eh kid?"
Zoe- "I know! That's what I'm say-ing!" The area of the food was getting too crowded to easily access, and Micah and Doc Vic found themselves crowded out into the Comm Center's general area. The drowsy guy looked at them through red eyes. Bryce- "Huh. Oh yeah, there was some kind of apocalypse goin' on, wasn't there?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 11, 2012 22:41:13 GMT -8
More people were stirring nearby. Thierry- "Oh, we should've slept in my apartment. I'm so stiff!"
Columbo- "No shit. Men, I am dead as... Those creeps outside."
Sharma- "Hooo, jarst do me dis fabor, guys, and gib me one mar hour ub night?"
Bryce- "Whoa. Killer accent, man. Um, Mr. Harrison, these guys are?"
Thierry- "Co-workers. Sharma and Columbo. Good morning, um..."
Bryce- "Bryce. Damn this is a weird way to wake up."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 22:41:27 GMT -8
The doctor stopped coddling the puppy and gave a cold stare at the sloppy-haired man. "We just got here. I'm a doctor. You can thank me later. Do you have a name? No, wait, don't tell me. You aren't awake yet. Get yourself together and eat something. No need to panic and waste all that precious energy." Dr. Victor let his thumb rub along the puppy's head, giving it a crooked smile. He chuckled a little as it yawned at him. "I think I'll call you Code Blue. Cody for short. Or do you prefer Blue? Oh! You're a girl! Aww, I think I'll call you Mimi. That will be akin to a myocardial infarction myocardial infarction. Aww, cutey widduw Mimi. Go say hi to Uncle Micah! Go on! He needs a good licking, he does. I bet he is just jealous someone is a better cook than he is, hmm?" The doctor let the puppy scamper off across the floor, wobbly and disoriented as only an excited puppy can be.
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Post by DKender on Oct 11, 2012 22:42:53 GMT -8
Alex nodded and followed the group upstairs. On the way, he eavesdropped on Kenny’s conversation about the women - it was hard not to, honestly. Whoa. Had his new group picked up another ladies man? Good thing he still felt still heartsick about Carly, or he might ...
OH! Look at that breakfast spread! Just LOOK at it!
Alex started loading up on staple foods like meat and syrup. He tried to be considerate and take only necessary portions, but it was so damn hard, especially when this might be his last meal. Or ... his last taste of good meat. Ugh. Once the fresh stuff ran out, what then? Spam? Rat barbeque?
Wait. Did Micah really use the F-word in front of a child?"Hey!" Alex barked at him. "Watch your mouth. And don’t joke about hell." After the alternative-looking (but pretty) chef and older man said their piece, he smiled at the little girl. "Sorry, Princess, that was a very naughty man. He's angry because he'll never be as smart as you! Oh, and he talks funny because he's from a little island far away. Hey, can I have some juice, please?"
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