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Post by Gillsing on Mar 23, 2013 23:27:31 GMT -8
Nana nana nana nana Batmaaan...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 23, 2013 23:30:35 GMT -8
((hehehehehehehehe)) anna- "Hm... I think, you next." Her expression was inscrutable.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 23, 2013 23:36:46 GMT -8
Ben- "Sure, but first I'd better get that heavy stuff for the couch. While you sit on it." Ben looked around to see what the apartment had to offer. A sturdy bed would do, or piles of books or any other kind of dense paper. Maybe tilt the bookcase so that it rested with its back on the couch?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 0:03:51 GMT -8
The bookcase it was! How is Ben going to get weapons down with him? As he climbed into the window frame, he saw Stevie below, quietly ridding the streets below of the zombies that lurked there, and heard muffled gunshots from some blocks away.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 0:09:06 GMT -8
Did someone say 'bookcase?'
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 0:24:11 GMT -8
While gathering supplies Ben had picked up his makeshift utility belt, with its two extra flares and a couple of loops that secured his bokken when he wasn't holding it. Which was most of the time. He could obviously not carry his cherished flare-on-a-stick down with him, but it would probably survive the drop. So he just let it fall, butt first into the street. Ben- "Here I go." He didn't feel quite so cavalier when it was time to actually execute this part of the plan, but maybe that was for the best. Better respect gravity. The darkness did a good job of hiding the height from his vision, but he knew damn well that he wouldn't survive a fall. Or worse; survive only to lie there helpless in pain, waiting for the zombies.
He shivered, both from fear and the chilly air, as he frantically held on to the bedsheets. Another perilous step for Ben-kind. And another.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 0:28:24 GMT -8
The streets were surprisingly empty of ambulatory zombies when Ben could finally bear to look at them. One came around the corner and Stevie went to head chop it. While he was away, Ben took his final steps.
He misjudged how close the ground was and sprained his ankle! Son of a bitch!
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 0:42:09 GMT -8
Ben- "Aooow! Son of a bitch! ... Sorry, mom." Ben busied himself feeling the pain, then shook the bedsheet-rope to let Anna know that it was her turn. This sure put a damper on things, as Ben figured it'd be pretty difficult to act offensively with a foot that he couldn't put much weight on. Maybe that would put him on ghost watch, as usual? He reached for the flare-on-a-stick, and lit it up.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 0:47:29 GMT -8
Anna hopped down without a lot of trepidation. It was a lot scarier to see from this end. Stevie wore an extremely worried look, but it wasn't long before she was on the street side along with them.
Anna- "Aw yiss! Let's do this, fellas." (Shall we move to 'back alley?' I'll post there, and you can hop in.)
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 16:52:29 GMT -8
Bryce, Jackson and Susie were all in Derek's old bedroom, keeping an eye on the trussed up Kenny. To make sure he could breathe, they kept only part of his head covered, so they had to put up with emotional abuse while they were at it. There was a light sound outside of some movement in the hall. Suddenly, it sounded like there was a knock at the door.
Zadokhis- "HAHAHAHA! It's my friend, Hikal again! Here to swallow your souuuullllss! "
Jackson- "Oh brother."
Susie- "Do you think it could be....?"
Zadokhis- "YES! It totally is! HAHAHAHA! Your days are numbered!" *knock knock* Bryce- "I'll get it. Whatever."
Jackson- "Yeah it's not like they're vampires that need to be let in..."
Bryce couldn't help but think about his terrible vision of Seth's undead form coming to the door. He thought any given annoyance of the night was too much to bear, and he'd get whatever that thing was to stop knocking. He went to the door, slowing as he approached it, and looked through the peephole. He saw part of a shoulder, wearing a dark shirt. Whoever it was was leaning off to the side.
Hm. Zombies don't knock on doors. Ghosts... probably don't either, though I'm sure they could if they wanted to. Fuck it.
He opened the door.
He saw an extremely bloody person that took a moment to recognize.
Seth- "..."
Seth leaned against a pole, like he could hardly stand up on his own anymore. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes in a look of relief, wobbling a bit on his makeshift crutch.
Bryce- "...Seth... I... don't... know... Oh no..."
The bloody man put a hand on the door frame, leaving dark smears. He opened his mouth to speak, and only let out a little choke, some blood trickling off his lip in a string.
Bryce- "Noo.. no no...."
Seth reached out his hand tentatively, feeling guilty for a moment to get the relatively clean Bryce all filthy with gore. He put a still warm, but very grimy hand on Bryce's arm.
Bryce started at the touch, still not sure that it wouldn't be followed by an attempt at cannibalism.
Seth- "Hm--"
Seth tried to make a friendly noise with his lack of voice, and smiled with his lips closed. He dropped the pole with a clatter on the ground, and put his other filthy hand on Bryce's face. He smelled like an old penny.
"Uh... you're alive... c-come inside."
He looked in the hall behind Seth, and helped the man inside, closing the door behind them.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 16:59:13 GMT -8
Bryce helped Seth into the apartment, calling out as they went. Bryce- "HELP! HEeelp!" Jackson ran as far as the bedroom door, looking out at the mess that was once Seth. He looked back to Susie and said something, then came out and assumed the Seth supporting duties. Jackson- "Unbelievable. Bryce, put that mat on the table, then help me get Seth on it. I'll need more light too..." Everyone capable did their best to straighten things out.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 18:57:25 GMT -8
Jackson took over holding the skinny, bloody man, and did his best to lower him onto the table gently. Seth started to look like he was going to pass out.
Jackson- "Stay awake. It's important."
Seth- "..." Seth moved his head in a loose interpretation of a nod. Bryce- "Awake! Awake! C'mon... I... you don't wanna make my most depressing dreams come true, ya friggin' guy." Seth got a kind of bemused look on his face, and rolled his bloodshot eyes around in an attempt to stay awake. Jackson- "Hey... good effort. So uh, you can't talk?" Seth shook his head.
Jackson- "Zombie got your tongue?"
Bryce- "That's just disgusting man!" Seth let out a little choking laugh-esque noise.
Bryce- "Oh very fucking funny." Jackson kept wiping Seth off with a rag, gently exposing his skin, cutting away his clothes, what little were left. He revealed all the injuries on the front part of his body. Innumerable scratches covered his torso, neck and arms, some deeper, some shallow. Greenish bruises were already forming all over. Probably the worst injuries were a deep bite on his right bicep that was still bleeding moderately, some inscrutable finger-shaped burns on his neck and some large cuts on his lower legs. The source of bleeding from his face was unclear, but even after he was cleaned, blood kept trickling out of both nose and mouth.
Jackson asked Bryce to hand him the cleaning equipment and described to him what he'd need to make a compress and got to work again. Bryce looked at Seth with despair and was once again convinced that his vision was an accurate prediction of the future.
We'll go through all this effort and it'll be for nothing. I'll have to see Seth's zombie.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 20:00:26 GMT -8
Seth suddenly got a shocked look on his face, and tried to sit up. Jackson- "No you don't!"
He held him down firmly. Seth had a desperate look on his face, and gestured, pointing up.
Jackson- "Well there's not much we can do about that right now."
Voice from the bedroom- "Nooothinggg! You can do nothing! HAHAHAHA! You'll all die!!"
Seth raised his eyebrows and stared in the direction of the voice. He managed to croak out a syllable.
Seth- "d-Dhur..!"
Jackson- "Don't know what you're talking about. That is our new friend Zadokhis who is possessing Kenny. Hopefully not on a permanent basis."
He heard Susie saying something frantic and sad. He laid back and had a despairing look. Jackson- "Hey. The people that can do something right now are doing their best. That's all anybody can do. So let yourself get rescued Mr. President, if ya don't mind. It's gonna be easier for everybody concerned. Oh, you might be interested-- Some of your nutty councilors climbed out the window a little while ago."
Seth gave him an amazed and questioning look.
"Yeah, Anna... Stevie.. Ben. I looked out the window a little while ago right after they did it and they were doing alright. There's not many zombies outside. Like some kind of freaks pushed them all in." Seth sighed and rolled his eyes up into his head and nodded. He pointed at himself, and then drew a line from the ground and up. Jackson- "Yeah, you were in the clinic before. Getting up must have been crazy."
Bryce- "Why couldn't you have just found a place to hide?! It's not like other people aren't gonna try to stop this. You're not the only person in the world."
Seth shook his head and gave Bryce a meaningful look.
Seth- "..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 25, 2013 0:20:22 GMT -8
Jackson finished wrapping Seth up. Jackson- "Now see if you can sit still for five minutes, OK? Preferably more?" He went into the other room to relieve Susie from psychic torments. Bryce worked his hands in little knots. Bryce- "Seriously, you know what kind of people you work with. You know any number of those maniacs would try to singlehandedly save the building, and be better off trying than you when you're sick, so what the HELL kind of stupid do you have to be to run up into this?" Seth shook his head, and offered a limp, now much cleaner hand to Bryce, who accepted it. He cleared his throat a couple times, and was able to croak out a couple words now and then. Seth- "I-- didn't... help-- a-nyone..."
Bryce- "So what? So WHAT?"
Seth- "Down--stairs. We don't-- know. Want-ed to warn.... ghost got-- *coff* I don't--....sorry."
Bryce- "Ghosts, zombies, and demon dead got in? Yeah, it's not like we weren't going to notice. Sheesh..." Bryce's eyes drifted off to the side. Maybe there was something he didn't want to say, or didn't want to think about.
Seth tangled up his fingers in Bryce's, and gave him a loving look, at least as much as he was able to with all the scratches on his face. Seth- "I'm so...glad-- you-'re okay." Bryce resisted the urge to pull his hand away.Bryce- "I won't be okay until your dumb ass gets through the night without turning into a fucking zombie. Jerk."
Seth- "Haha... I-ll try."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 27, 2013 22:49:46 GMT -8
Seth and Bryce jumped at the sound of the shotgun upstairs. Seth- "Shit...!"
Bryce- "Is it worse because it was only one shot? Fuck..." Then they heard a chorus of screams rise and fall, in the apartment across the hall...
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