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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2012 20:03:13 GMT -8
The 2nd floor was mostly empty, save for one large office space divided into cubicles. It seemed to be some kind of inscrutable insurance business, and was much like the bank, completely deserted by the time survivors arrived. One can find just cubicles, computers and desks here. This is where the pets are taken for 'walkies' and the whole place smells faintly dog-ish. A new addition is a home made kitchen coop with four hens, a rooster and a few newly hatched chicks! From here you can go to: Either stairwell
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 21, 2012 3:53:48 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 31, 2012 23:00:02 GMT -8
Nora- "GOD MICAH! MiCAH! They've got me surroundered!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 1, 2013 2:38:15 GMT -8
"Uuugh!! Chooks, I fuckin hate chooks. What the shitting hell do I do with this bottle of tequila and bedsheet again?" Micah looked down, in one hand he held a half empty bottle of tequila and in the other was what suspiciously looked like the Egyptian cotton sheet from his apartment. The doctor was going to kill him.It had seemd like a good idea, whatever it had been at the time. Nora- "I CAN'T bloody take it, MiCAH! Just, like, make a Molotov cocktail or- AIEE! It pecked me!"
The chickens crowded around Nora like Mexicans at a stand off, giving him the evil eye and daring him to move. Creepy arsed bastards, if there was one creature on this earth that Micah hated it was fucking chickens. Their waste littered the floor like a million bullets sprayed across the ground. The sheet covered in the gory droppings in a way that there was no coming back from, even sheets made from Egyptian cotton. He quickly skulled some tequila for Dutch courage, which was ridiculous because since when were the Dutch known for their courage, Alcohol or sans alcohol? "Hold fuckin tight Blondie, these fuckers aren't gonna know what hit them!" Nora- "I'll die if they touch me! I'm... I'm going to die!" The rooster stepped forward, his feathers rustling with the movement. His tail was bright and fanned out behind him in green ribbons. His blood red eye pierced deep into Micah's soul asking him if he felt lucky. "Burrawk Burrawk Buraawk." It mocked him fiendishly. "Brawk brawk" the chooks giggled as they moved closer around Nora's legs. Even the baby chick knew Micah was just a yellow bellied coward and let out a triumphant cheep. "Shut up small fry. There are two kinds of people my friend, those who eat and those who get eaten. You're dinner." Micah ran at them yelling and waving the sheet in one hand like a matador's cape, the other held the bottle of tequila high above him like a torch. The chooks ran away in fear except the rooster who stood imposingly in front of Nora. Micah delt the rooster a swift kick sending it flying off in the direction of the chooks. "Are ya alright there Nora? Fuck I hate chooks." Nora trembled, eyes full of tears, and passed out in his arms. "Kuk kuk kuk kuk Burrraaaww...."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 4:58:11 GMT -8
"...RAWK!!!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 1, 2013 16:48:02 GMT -8
Micah took another gulp of tequila before attempting to move Nora. He had never been on this side of a pass out before and he wasn't sure of the protocol. Did he try and pick her up? Could or should he try to pick her up? Did she require medical attention? Was that rooster going to come back and peck him in the arse? He felt pity for the next person on chicken duty that was for sure, they'd had a taste for human blood now. Who knew what they were capable of... He let the sheet fall to the ground, it seem to flutter slowly as it went down like some flag of surrender. Probably a breeze from some window left slightly ajar or a ventilation draft nearby. Either way if the right camera had caught it, they would have played it in slow motion like a plastic bag blowing in the wind. Micah placed the bottle down with his free hand, holding onto Nora with the other. He then tried to pick her up into his arms but in his drunken state it proved more difficult that it may have been otherwise. So he ended up half carrying half dragging her away from the chook's den and into the safety of one of the offices nearby. This office still had an desk that had apparently belonged to some guy called D. Reynholm. He managed to get Nora lying on top of it before collapsing onto the floor nearby and losing consciousness...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 19:50:42 GMT -8
((OOC- Just getting into The IT Crowd now, wouldn't have gotten that joke a few weeks ago...))
The two slept peacefully while dinosaurs lurked outside, glaring at the closed office door with undisguised malice. See you tomorrow!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 20:33:13 GMT -8
Nora and Micah awakened gradually, incipient pain and suffering pushing them back over the cliff into Slumberland time and again. Eventually,
Nora sat up on her elbows and tried to understand the world she found herself in. Nora- "Gawd.... Bloody hangover...."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 3, 2013 21:41:09 GMT -8
“Uuuuugh errrgh....Fuck....... my head hurts, feels like........ I've been fucking.... shot in the head..right through” Nora- "Cor. It's proper fucked. Ugh."
Mind numbing pain burned through Micah's head with a blazing light splitting each individual nerve. His mouth was both clammy and bone dry at the same time, his tongue tasted of vomit and tequila. He felt queasy, on the unnerving cusp of vomiting without the release of actually hurling. Also he needed to pee fucking badly. Micah searched his unwilling brain for remnants of last night but it was a blur of feathers and tequila. He was lying on the floor, in some kind of office space, with Nora nearby and sprawled on top of a desk. He unthinkingly checked his fly, it was closed. “So..do you fucking errr. Oh fuck my head! Remember anything?” Nora- "Err... Something like... Being attacked by velociraptors. Those aren't real, are they?" Micah tried to stand up, bad idea. He buckled over and threw up into a nearby bin. Did they even have any carrots left in 403? Apparently so. “Ugh...errr sorry.Let's get the fuck out of here and clean ourselves up, yeah? Oh fucking god I wish the showers still worked. I hope breakfast is extra fucking greasy.” Nora- "Aw... Damn... Yeah, let's..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 4, 2013 22:13:56 GMT -8
The two went upstairs, and parted ways in the comm center, with Micah going on to his room.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 19:44:05 GMT -8
Another day, another disaster! The whole floor was full of animals running amok! Chickens! Roosters! Cats! Dogs! They shrieked and barked and scratched up furniture and carpet and chased each other around and knocked down anything that wasn't glued down. Mr Fluffles himself stood atop a cubicle wall as it fell, leaping off at the last second to land in Seth's lap.
Seth sat on the floor and petted the beast absentmindedly. Zoe helped the cats knock things down.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 19:55:58 GMT -8
A tearstained? Ashley walks in, more steadily than he jogged earlier, a hand extended to help him navigate in the darkness. "...Mr...What's going on?" He asks the animals, before noticing Seth. "Clemens, what is this?" He put on his most serious face, but it did not quite seem convincing right now.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 20:03:42 GMT -8
Seth- "...Hmm? Oh... I thought this was a dog, but it's actually a cat! Haha. It's pretty soft, you should pet him."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 20:15:04 GMT -8
Ashley makes a loud sniffling snort to try to suck some of his snotty nose back in and joins them, subtly brushing his face off on his shirt. "...Hi cat. How...strange. Is this another monster?" He stares at the cat quietly since all of this was more than a little bit spooky to him.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 18, 2013 23:54:16 GMT -8
The cat looked at Seth, deeply in the eyes. Then, it stared blankly forward again.
Seth- "We need to go outside... the animals have to go... for walkies." The animals began to gather in the middle of the room. Some bristling at Ashley, beginning to show hostile body language, low grumbles and growls. Zoe stepped forward through the throng.
Zoe- "The animals gotta go.. potty."
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