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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 21, 2013 1:04:41 GMT -8
The ghost's eyes glistened wetly, droplets of pus adorned the eyelashes like cream colored beads. The ghost never blinked.
Micah felt like his skin was cracking from the cold. It was too cold to shiver, it was the cold of the dead. The ghost drew closer imperceptibly, never breaking that awful eye contact. It became quiet now that it had someone to connect with. The eyes tried to speak to Micah, but there was nothing behind them but the grave, and the hollow whisper of the dead.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 21, 2013 1:04:57 GMT -8
His eyes were shot with burning heat as the thing peeled away into a green-yellow wall of flame. A black man rolled past him looking glowing green in the wracked realm of his retinas, and came up in a move like Captain Kirk crossed with one of those Polynesian fire dudes.
Thierry saw the flame of that torch sputter away to nothing and dropped it. He lit another and pressed it into Micah's hand before running off again. Thierry- "Bonne chance, mon ami."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 21, 2013 19:39:32 GMT -8
He stopped by the room again just a moment on his way north to fight zombies. Thierry- "Come with me and fight zombies, or go back to Alex. Merci."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 21, 2013 19:40:36 GMT -8
"....(Holy shit.)"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 21, 2013 19:54:50 GMT -8
(( Lightening Thierry )) "Huh....Oh...." Micah's eyes watered and he began shaking uncontrollably in reaction to chill that had gripped at his bones only seconds before. "A-alex, I can't...sorry." It was almost funny because he no longer felt the sheer cold but it seemed to make no mind to his body. He felt dead, it took his breath and the pain in his eyes to remind him that he wasn't. Was that what death was like, cold and still. The ghost's eyes still burnt in his mind's eye like slick black leeches crawling inside his vision. He stared at the flare in sudden surprise as if seeing the object for the very first time. He felt hypnotized by it's warm pink glow. "..." A lick at his fingers woke him up, E.R pushed her head into his free hand in an effort to garner attention, wiggling and wagging her tail. She gave a happy yip, at least there was someone who cared if he lived. "..." Snowball looked down at him from the couch in what he discerned as mild disgust. He wondered at snowball's chance in hell. Micah moved up and towards his bedroom removing his soiled shirt and quickly put on something fresh. One thing for sure he never wanted to eat mushroom soup again, the pus combined with the sickening mushroom smell were now forever associated together. Once he was clean enough for Snowball's standards he moved back towards the 6th floor hall. He had decided against exposing his pets to Itoji. His red eyes would illicit enough mockery. He was going to get that fucking bastard, even if Alex did somehow come back, Micah doubted he was going to be the same. Fucking Itoji the cunthole had stolen the old Alex from him forever. If all he could do was annoy the shit out of the shithead demon, that's what he'd do.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 21, 2013 21:35:06 GMT -8
You can proceed straight to Ashley's room, assuming Micah comes in after Ash has already gone to the Comm Center to fight zombies.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 28, 2013 23:06:05 GMT -8
This room remained relatively empty for the duration of the night.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 29, 2013 23:06:51 GMT -8
Micah cleaned himself up and put on some cleaner but still blood stained clothing sticking to blacks. They'd be some messy fucking clean up, and non-stained clothing was a ever shrinking commodity. He berated himself for not talking to Alex or Itoji or whoever. Ash was obviously convinced, but that guy seemed to lack the intelligence to be paranoid. E.R came around wagging her tail. Micah gave her a pat and a hug, there was no one to see him being all mushy. He picked her up, sat on the couch. He began trying to rouse the will power to brave the Comm centre, even for a bit of breakfast. It would take a while but his stomach was putting up a decent fight. He groaned and began patting E.R with increased vigour.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 31, 2013 22:46:21 GMT -8
Summoned by the sound of some kind of speechifying in the comm center, Micah finally braved that room again.
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