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
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Post by DKender on Dec 10, 2012 21:30:47 GMT -8
(OOC: Sorry ...)
A familiar voice from the northern roof called out, "AW, GROSS! Dr. Victor, I heard that! HEY! HEY MICAH! Tell him about how I carried you!"
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 10, 2012 21:40:31 GMT -8
"Did you hear something, Micah? I swore I just heard a Mother Superior calling down to her nuns in the street about something. What was it? Was it about the sin of Pride?" The doctor chuckled a bit more, breaking the hug only slightly, hands resting on Micah's hips. He raised an eyebrow, giving Micah a gentle smirk.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 10, 2012 21:48:33 GMT -8
Micah grinned back, chuckling despite himself. "UH Thanks buddy, how could I forget? Was that before or after you used my head as a battering ram?" He yelled back grinning. It did feel good being lighthearted, taking the dark cloud temporarily out of orbit. Being melancholic didn't help him or his sanity.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 10, 2012 21:57:04 GMT -8
"It's kind of funny, though, now that you mention it. I mean, the pair of you always have each other's back. Not for good reasons, mind you, for while I'm still not sure if Alex really knows any better, I know you know enough to know when he's over his zealous head. And likewise, I'm sure Alex has some misplaced sense of holy virtues regarding the 'right thing' and what you're capable of getting into. It's almost like you're destined to be the new world's Laurel and Hardy, right?" The good doctor moved over against the railing, pulling over a chair for Micah. "If you need me, I... I'm here for you, kid. Chazza's got the skills for ya." Dr. Victor unleashed the finger gun.
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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 ...
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Post by DKender on Dec 10, 2012 22:15:49 GMT -8
"Doctoooor. I'm STILL listening, you know." Alex sounded vaguely offended. "There's nothing misplaced about holy virtue. But I don't know who Laurel and Hardy are, so can me and Micah be, uh, Sam and Dean from Supernatural instead? I'm Dean. Obviously. Also, Nat can be the angel Castiel. Carly used to fan-love that character. It kinda bothered me ... HI, SANDY! HEY! HEY, ARE YOU BUSY? DO YOU KNOW TANGO? You guys, I just saw Sandy on the other side of the roof." Sandy- "Yup!" She flashed a peace sign at the patio people and an expression that said "Never mind me, chaps, I'm back to my business" and disappeared.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 10, 2012 22:34:25 GMT -8
"Yeah, I don't know who they are either but fuck if it's Sam and Dean from supernatural. Tossers..." Micah awkwardly shot a finger gun back at the doctor. "No worries, same here. So what were you up to today doc?" He asked as he sat slumped down in the chair. Oh god, he had almost said "What's up doc." that would have gone down well.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 10, 2012 22:39:57 GMT -8
"Oh, well, I was thinking about taking some of the guys and staring, say, a first aid class or something along the lines of a brief medical assistant program. Not that I want to take any luster away from Columbo, but it'd be nice not to get woken up for every boo boo, owie, and scratch because Melange can't handle the pressure. Maybe just take a relaxing few hours, have a bath, then go and tend back to the doctor duties of Sharma and maybe... well, maybe interview the new arrivals. I hear that Dr. Melange is all ready having problems with the uh... Colonel who was in the other building the first night. Probably a stubbed toe or jammed finger for all I care. Want to tag along? Or too busy playing the pouty-lipped hunk?" His tone wasn't spoken in malice, and still had a ring of desire to shirk every known duty. Even his upturned gaze seemed looking for an escape.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 11, 2012 1:23:23 GMT -8
The patio door opened and someone bustled in, and nearly did a leap backwards with a startled expression. Nora- "Goodness! Oh oh sorry. I didn't think there was anyone out here..."
It was a small young woman in a spiked and very elaborate punk leather jacket. She spoke with a British accent."Figures there are lots of people about, I should start to expect that. Sorry, I'm a bit jumpy. Oh hi there, Micah."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 11, 2012 3:08:22 GMT -8
Micah looked up from where the doctor had sauntered out for booze, leaving him in his lip-pouting melancholy on the porch. The british girl from the art school stood in her awesome leather jacket. She looked pretty freaked still but he could relate. "No worries, I was trying for a bit of peace and quiet, didn't have much luck either. How are you holding up? Love the jacket by the way, did you buy it or is it a custom job?" He gave her a grin, this more friendful and much less bloody than the last.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 11, 2012 3:50:19 GMT -8
Nora came to sit in a metal chair across the table from Micah, glancing out at the world beyond with a furrowed brow for a moment, watching the shambling figures in the dusky light. Nora- "It is a bit hard to find some peace around here, huh? The girls I'm rooming with aren't too bad at least. Poor Mega passed the fuck out out the second she hit a semi-comfortable surface. I couldn't sleep... I'm alright though, I guess."
She smiled at Micah's compliment."Aw thanks. Yea, it's mine. Glad I wore it to school that day, I'd really miss it. Well, I wore it most days, but still. I actually made it when I was back home, was a real bitch to get through airport security. Maybe shoulda come on a boat like you, heh." She tucked her legs up and watched the tiny lurching figures in the distance."I'm not gonna blubber or anything, but I'm right glad you made it through back there. I was pretty scared for ya disappearing in that eerie spot. That owl guy, like you called him... Can't believe that was real. He can't be a human, but what is he then?" She shook her head, her pale hair waving around in the light breeze like sea grass."Anyway, yeah. I'm glad you lived. We're safety buddies still, right? Hah..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 11, 2012 16:26:29 GMT -8
" Honestly I have no fucking clue, something new I guess but I don't exactly want to spend the time to find out. The thing that scares me the most is all that shit out there we haven't met yet. Uh thanks, I'm pretty stoked I made it out too. Dying would have fucking sucked." Micah followed her gaze, looking again at the streets below . "Sure, safety buddies. I haven't gotten anyone killed yet... But you know there's still time." He grinned at her. "Living every day like like it's your last has never been more true huh. So did you guys see anything else? What were you doing downstairs if it wasn't safe ?" Nora- "Every time you hear that bollocks about living every day and so on, people imagine you can eat ice cream and fuck pretty people... Naw, I mean, you guys called 'em dark ghosts like they were all the same, but seemed like every one was uniquely awful to me...
I told you I had to make sure you got through. I couldn't take it anymore. But this idea came on me like I couldn't take it if people died coming to rescue me either. Bloody stupid that." She was shaking slightly.
"Sorry, I guess it's hard to talk about that kind of shit. What would you like to talk about? Or we don't have to say anything, a lot can be said for an awkward silences."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 16, 2012 0:02:27 GMT -8
Nora chuckled at Micah's sassy ways. Her smiles didn't come easily yet, mostly involving a knitted brow. Nora- "Yeah, usually I'm not this chatty. Must be jangling on adrenaline still. *shaky sigh* I can't take it, Micah." She turned her head away. Tears are not something she's willing to let other people see.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 16, 2012 17:11:46 GMT -8
Micah wasn't sure of the right response, did she want to be left alone or did he need to offer some kind of emotional comfort? The poms were known for their stiff upper lip and all that crap, but wasn't that what it was, just stereotyping shit? Micah leaned over and patted her on the shoulder, trying to keep clear of the spikes on her jacket which caused it to be more of a light tap than anything comforting. He moved back into his seat clumsily banging his elbow on the table, fuck! Tears of pain sprung to his eyes, fantastic timing as always. Here was Nora probably crying real tears, and he was getting watery over a bumped elbow. "Hey, main thing is you're alive. You never know what you're fucking capable of until it hits you. I'm sure you can handle this a lot bloody better than you think, you haven't thrown in the towel yet yeah? I'll watch your back safety buddy." Nora- She seemed to have settled a bit, in the moments of his awkward fumbling. She took a moment to finish collecting herself and glanced over without fully turning her head. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry for the weakness. Gotta keep my head right. For safety!"
Micah sat for a short while rubbing his elbow before coming up with something else to say. She wiped at her face a bit and tried to straighten up."So err what kind of music are you into? We can get ipods working for a short time, maybe some music can cheer you up? Or alcohol, we could split a bottle of something between us out here?" Nora- "Well yeah, that would be nice... I like old school American punk. Dead Kennedys, Stooges, and what have you... (to the drink) Yeah, that would be good. You're more like, my age, right? I'm 26. Little Chelsea, I don't even think she's old enough yet... Not that anyone's enforcing laws anymore. That's nice. Well what kind of music do you like then?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 16, 2012 21:38:17 GMT -8
Chantelle came out with a swing of the door. Chantelle- "Hey, um, I'm sorry, but we were thinking you guys really should all get to bed. Casey and Briar in there look like they'd talk themselves to death if we gave 'em a chance."
Nora- *laughed* "That they would. Yeah, I guess it's growing late. I'll probably wake up one giant contusion, but, maybe we can talk some more tomorrow?"
Chantelle- "Come on, we can talk while we're getting your room finished up enough to get some real sleep. "
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 17, 2012 14:53:33 GMT -8
"No worries, goodnight guys. Talk to you tomorrow Nora." Micah went back to staring into the dark city below and the tiny figures lurching around the streets for a while. Did zombies ever sleep, what was it that kept them animated? Was it magic or demon spirits or were they merely all nerves like cockroaches. What horrors were being faced out there, who was meeting the monster under their beds, while he sat on the porch looking out from above wondering. The owl man was still out there with his party guests and who knew where Mary had got to. Then of course there was the mummy boy, the supposed orchestrator of this apocalypse. Who knew what was happening back home, had drop bears come to life tearing people limb from limb like the tourists believed? Questions rolled around his head like damp clothing in a dryer. Micah sighed heavily creating a small cloud of condensation in the air. He took one final look at the city before making his way to bed and sleep.
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