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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 10, 2012 19:12:13 GMT -8
403 has a split roof, north and south, but can be crossed with a series of sturdy planks laid across the gap. The building is not the tallest around, but it provides a good view of Westlake and one can see to the water down the road. The ground of the roof is a strange pebbly texture, and has a few dead plants scattered from some forgotten project. Survivors have a series of plastic trashcans scattered around to catch rain for water collection, and have dragged a table and chairs up for those on guard duty to rest.
From here you can go to: either stairwell
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 12, 2012 16:47:29 GMT -8
On the roof they saw big-eyed guy that Patti was hatin' on. They acknowledged each other without many words, and Abdul walked Patti close to the edge, enough to see. Abdul- "I am not one to engage in petty religious hand-waving. My faith in Allah is about the order and goodness in life, not some petty concern for my own salvation.
This has nothing to do with god, but merely with the follies of man. And a great folly it is." Looking out over the world, Patti can see zombies from hell to breakfast. They weren't carpeting the street, per se, but there were groups here and there in every direction - a dozen here, a hundred there, a thousand there - with stragglers in between. There were fewer people visible running now, and most were too far away to be able to invite into the building. Abandoned cars made the roads difficult for anyone still trying to drive. Kenny- "That's deep Abdul. That shit's about how I feel too."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 12, 2012 19:58:32 GMT -8
"Yeah. That's. That's fucked." Patti walked the full perimeter of the building, surveying all she could see. It seemed to get worse in every direction she looked. She walked back to Rahman and (Kenny, was it?). "What have we got in the way of personnel? Any soldiers or cops? Doctors, nurses, mechanics, gunsmiths, construction workers, pilots, stunt drivers, seventeenth-level clerics?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 20:48:06 GMT -8
Kenny- "We done alright for ourselves. Seth's some kinda baseball guy and he was wackin' heads off zombies left and right! Don't want any fucking pigs in here though, god. I heard they were taking over buildings and executing unarmed people. That's fucked up."
Abdul- "Kenneth, that's not right. We need to have order, law enforcement is the only way to maintain order."
Kenny - "I sure as hell don't want some pig with a gun thinking they got the right to tell other people what to do. You know what happens... Seattle PD don't got the rep it does for no reason, those guys are total animals. Absolute power man, you know what they say."
Abdul- "Kenneth, why don't you go downstairs and I will take over your guard duty."
Kenny- "Sure 'nuff man. See ya." Abdul watched Kenny leave, and waited to speak until he was gone. Abdul- "We're going to have a meeting today, to vote for leader. I find it of the utmost imperative that we maintain order. We don't know what kind of people we are dealing with, and someone needs to exercise foresight and authority or the mad will go madder. This is war and we need a military leader. I have this kind of experience in my home country. We cannot leave this to civilians."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 23:28:40 GMT -8
Patti, I'm going to move Abdul downstairs to begin an event, but I'd like to you be able to finish this conversation. Feel free to post here in reaction to what he said, and then eventually I will retroactively move you guys downstairs. I'm going to assume you follow Abdul downstairs when you're done talking.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 13, 2012 20:43:43 GMT -8
"You need to breach that topic carefully or people freak out. You gotta find the balance between stern and mission-oriented and democratic and approachable. I hate leading people. Nobody wants to take orders or follow directions, then when everything goes to hell, you're the one that gets strung up." "Let's head down."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 15, 2012 23:50:09 GMT -8
Much later on the rooftop, Tyrone emerged to see Kaito on the roof, looking at the world around them in silence. Tyrone- "Mind if I smoke, man?"
Kaito- "Nn."
Tyrone- "I got th' impression you use that noise for 'yes' and 'no' ... a bit confusin'."
Kaito- "No one cares if I say yes or no."
Tyrone- "Mm-hm." He lit up and slouched near Kaito, leaning on the little bit of wall at the roof's edge. "Hey, it's alright tho'. Ain' no big deal what anybody does."
Kaito- "True."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 16, 2012 15:52:41 GMT -8
After a while Tyrone went back into the stairs, waving goodbye to Kaito. Kaito- "Nn."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 6:04:42 GMT -8
Bryce went on the roof for guard duty, relieving a semi-conscious Kenny. Bryce- "Hey bro, I kinda wanna do this job."
Kenny- "Whoa... I must be having a very unrealistic dream."
Bryce- "Oh how long have you known me? You don't know if I'm always lazy."
Kenny- "Shouldn't look a gift horse... uh, however that goes. Later man."
Bryce- "Later." Bryce moved quickly to the back edge of the roof, looking down in the alley, spying Seth and company.Ah, there you are. He thought to himself. He could see the tops of their heads, and if he strained his senses, could make out the sound of hushed voices. Beyond the fences he saw sparsely milling figures, jerking their way aimlessly through the streets.Damn...! He rubbed his head and looked back at the group sharply, waiting for them to leave.What am I doin' up here? I guess I should see what those guys go through, what's it like out there? I'm gonna lose sight of them though, this could get really stupid. Staring at buildings, hoping to see them come out the other side. --and what if something happens? Do I wanna see that? *Sigh*...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 3, 2012 23:24:25 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 4, 2012 11:04:19 GMT -8
Bryce- "Ah, pretty good work blocking off the alley. Hmm... What are you crazy guys doing? What do you even need out there? All those guns... someone's gonna get their damn fool head blown off. Oh I can see it now... They'll go in one of those dark ass buildings, they'll be going through the aisles, someone comes around the corner... BLOAW! How do you like me now? Oh shit... they're going. Ah... I shoulda gone up the ladder to the other side of the roof." He ran toward the Westlake side, and awaited for them to emerge.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 4, 2012 20:58:37 GMT -8
Bryce- "Just like an isometric view video game... like Diablo. What character class is-? Damn! Yuck! This can't be fucking real."
He watched the zombie fighting with dismay. What else were those people supposed to do? He couldn't help feel a bit of sympathy for the undead at this point.
Then again, he was very concerned about the safety of those guys - especially Seth.
"Man, Bryce, what is wrong with you? Don't be ridiculous this early. You don't know him from ... ugh." Bryce watched the group disappear around the corner, and out of sight."Oh damn damn damn..." He was imagining all manner of fates befalling their sprites on this ugly world map.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 20:38:23 GMT -8
Realizing they'd probably be at their present location for a while, but unsure of it, he ran downstairs and bolted to the north stair, then climbed the ladder to the north roof.
Looking down he was frantic for a few moments, then eased into a more steady flavor of anxiety."Come on, you freakin' maniacs. What could possibly be so important or interesting over there? I heard they wanted parts for more electronics, but how fuckin' important could iCrap really be now?" The minutes stretched and groaned. He saw a disturbing amount of zombies taking interest in the main entrance there, and pictured them walking through doors wide open, taking turns sexing the 403 team into the Z-street Gang."That's just wrong, Bryce." At last! The team returned. Wait, no that was just the black lady and weird new guys and Tyrone and... They were just running around doing that Diablo shit for no discernible reason."It's not like one of them is gonna drop a cool magic item!" Finally, people seemed to be coming back, but it wasn't everyone. Still, based on the dilly dallyin' zombie-wrasslin', he had to assume nothing too horrific had transpired over there..."That's a safe assumption, right? Ugh! Abdul you sculptured facial hair freakbag, why aren't you Seth?" At last! The team returned! OK, still no Alex or Micah, but close enough. Bryce ran along the roof edge, watching the party's every move. They left the carts outside the barricade and moved over the car hoods, leaving the clumsy dead frustrated."Are you lunatics done yet? Seth! I see you. What are you thinking?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 22:00:41 GMT -8
Bryce had gone down to the 6th floor long enough to find out Seth was going right back out again. As he climbed the ladder on to the roof, he grunted, and he got up there.
Bryce- "Siiiiiiiiigh." He walked the roof's edge, and peeked out into the alley, waiting for Seth to re-emerge. Seth came out with Davin, a few moments later. Bryce- "Burning bodies... bet that attracts more zombies to the neighborhood. Then they gotta kill those guys, and burn them... It's like some kind of Greek hell... thing. Endless zombies. Meh." He rubbed the sides of his head and picked up the walkie-talkie. Bryce- "I'm going crazy. I should take somebody with me." He radioed the backdoor crew. "--Mm breaker breaker, charlie charlie. Rooftop to down under. How's the weather?"
VOICE- "I thought this was gonna be something serious! Don't fake me out, jerk."
Bryce- "Sooooorrrrrryyyy! Well, have a nice day babycakes. I'll be sure to let you know if the muffin-man comes a'knockin'."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 5, 2012 23:59:45 GMT -8
Bryce watched as four masked survivors moved from corpse to corpse, lighting them ablaze, sometimes hiding from the zombies and continuing on. There were many angles that he could not see them from, as they moved around the building, and once again, his imagination filled in the blanks. As the little team went out of sight, they almost certainly would have encountered a Frankenstein monster, who would have opened things up by punching Patti's head off. Davin's heart would've been broken forever, and he would have watched helplessly as Frankenstein's monster grabbed the new guy and used him to bludgeon Seth to death. Bryce- "Fuckin' Frankensteins...."
Bryce watched as they came more clearly into view. Seth flipped a body over with his shoe, and lit the corpse ablaze with the torch, as the others sprayed at it with various colorful cans. Bryce- "Made it through the Frankenstein gauntlet. Well played, Mr. Clemans. Well played."
His hands were shaking slightly from the tension. The zombies loomed near the torch team.
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