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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Feb 17, 2013 0:15:08 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Feb 17, 2013 0:15:08 GMT -8
"Ah, no, Sir, no! It's fine! I've had ... two or three concussions before. Just gotta sleep it off." Alex quickly wiped his face with his favorite yellow bandanna and turned to Micah. "Hey, Buddy, we're all right. So, uh, so I was thinking. Maybe I can crash on your couch until the doctor gets better or you find another roommate. How about it? I PROMISE not to jump on the bed before seven AM."
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Feb 17, 2013 0:41:47 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 17, 2013 0:41:47 GMT -8
Micah smiled in relief, he hadn't been looking forward to going back to the apartment alone. " Yeah of course, I don't think you'll have any competition for roommateship though, I am not exactly the most likable guy in 403. It really has been the worst fucking day. A fucking officer jerk from some enclave near Whole foods threatened us with a bloody gun. He looked like he was ready to shoot us just for shits and giggles. I uh managed to convince him to let us go but it was crazy. What did you guys get up to?"
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Feb 17, 2013 0:44:57 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 17, 2013 0:44:57 GMT -8
"There have been..events that unfolded. I am glad everyone got away safely...I am going to try to find Patti, if you think you will be alright, Alex." He felt a little better leaving him with Micah for some reason. "We should be wary of other humans." He says, seeming tired, before walking away.
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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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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Feb 17, 2013 1:15:05 GMT -8
Post by DKender on Feb 17, 2013 1:15:05 GMT -8
"Oh. You GOT to hear this ..." And so did Alex telleth Micah how the gang found drugs and a creepy book in the bus station! "... and he said his name's Jason. Which is weird, because I keep wanting to call him Charles. So. That's pretty much it. Want to help me grab my stuff? I'll probably sleep most of today, since head injuries make me tired. But tonight, I got to tell you about Derek. Stay the hell away from that jackass. He's one bad day away from snapping." Alex bounded off to move his beanbag and various important toiletries into Micah's place. And that was that.
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Feb 17, 2013 19:31:20 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 17, 2013 19:31:20 GMT -8
"I-.." Micah watched Alex bound off before he could answer with a touch of amusement. He shrugged and sat himself down near the edge of roof to look out over the cityscape. If the doctor ever did recover, he wasn't going to recognize the apartment. Micah had never really liked it that way anyway, it had definitely become less 'ordered' in the doctors absence. It was all so fucked up. The doctor had always seemed to be there when Micah needed to talk about something that bothered him. He had been the only one to actually care when Micah got back from Cornish. Micah sighed, he wasn't sure what he'd do without him. He wasn't going to try one of those two Counseling people, last thing he needed was for others to know how fucked up he was. Micah continued to watch the city, lost in his own self pity and loss of a friend. He may have half listened in on the conversation below him too.
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Feb 18, 2013 15:33:20 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 15:33:20 GMT -8
(Counseling people... I guess we're up to two again. Jonah actually left during the time warp leaving only Kerry, and now Emmett has set up shop as a counselor with actual professional experience, so ... bully.)
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Mar 2, 2013 8:21:27 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 2, 2013 8:21:27 GMT -8
Patti arrived on the roof. She set her food down on a plastic table that had been set up there, then she walked once around the perimeter. She knew no source of light was going to help her see all the way down to the ground, only give away her presence, so she left those downstairs. Nights got pretty fucking dark thee days, what with no ambient city glow to light up the night sky. Frankly, there wasn't much light left anyway, so she wasn't going to be up here long anyhow. She hoped the thugs wouldn't decide to strike at night, when they might enjoy a tactical advantage. They might even have some night vision goggles they stole from the SWAT equipment locker. Then it occurred to her that you wouldn't be able to see the dead for crap with night vision goggles, on account of them being quite cold. She imagined the two stalking about with their goggles, feeling all badass and tough, then stumbling right into a dark ghost and zombifying themselves. Distractions. Anyway, no sign of movement below. She saw one crouching zombie and a coyote below, but nothing else. Maybe there was some reason they turned around. Lost interest? She wasn't sure. She walked back to the table, forked up some spam omelet, washed it down with a swig of water. She walked the perimeter again, paying a little more attention to the alley this time. After all, these were humans, not mindless zombies. They could probably navigate the obstacles back there in relative quietude.
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Mar 2, 2013 14:30:09 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 2, 2013 14:30:09 GMT -8
These guys were just on the 403 side of the Denny wall o' cars.
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Mar 2, 2013 21:14:37 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 2, 2013 21:14:37 GMT -8
Patti spotted the folks on Denny and watched them for a bit to see what they might get up to. She didn't recognize them, but then they were quite far away.
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Mar 2, 2013 21:29:27 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 2, 2013 21:29:27 GMT -8
They came out on Westlake a short distance, having conversation she couldn't make out. They looked in the direction of 403, but probably couldn't see her.
After a minute, they began climbing over the cars to the other side of Denny. She couldn't be positive at this range, but the tall skinny one looked like a guy she'd seen around the 'hood from up on the rooftop before.
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Mar 2, 2013 21:41:52 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 2, 2013 21:41:52 GMT -8
Ashley joined her on the top of the building, and noticing her dark shape, walks over and into her shadow. She was jumpy, though he doubted he would sneak up on her the way these shoes seemed to click on hard surfaces. "Patti.." He says to the back of her head. "It may be a good idea to go to the Police Station and see if there is anything useful left, like nonlethal weapons, bulletproof vests, or heavier fire arms, if we are going to be taking on more than just zombies from here." He crosses his arms, unseen.
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Mar 2, 2013 21:57:46 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 2, 2013 21:57:46 GMT -8
Patti turned. "Not much going on here." "Yeah, but I bet those dicks cleaned it out. Either that or it's haunted to beat hell." "Hmmm... What kind of equipment would we need to get in there? I'm imagining the good stuff being in some fancy vault like from an Ocean's Forty-Seven film or something."
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Mar 2, 2013 22:01:35 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 2, 2013 22:01:35 GMT -8
"If they had something better, they'd be carrying it, and I have most of the keys. Most of those guys didn't have the authority to get keys to open the lockers...I think the guys who could have used the strongest stuff probably died holding their keys." He breathes, and sit down on the floor. "...I think they're becoming a problem, and we're going to have to deal with them soon enough."
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Mar 2, 2013 22:18:25 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 2, 2013 22:18:25 GMT -8
Patti turned her back on Ash, pretending to look over the city. "Yeah." She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on her breathing. The Pan Pac goon squad (or what she imagined the looked like) stood in Patti's white linen-draped living room, emptying seemingly bottomless magazines from their tommy-guns into the people of 403. Alex's head burst and he flopped lifeless on top of the doctor's unmoving body. Micah did the lead shower boogie, body supported in midair by the bullets tearing through it. Ash did a bloody backflip over the back of her couch. Seth was on his knees, cradling Bryce's motionless body, when a bullet ripped through his chest. A burst of blood came from his mouth as his body fell limply backwards. Patti clenched her jaw and buried her fists in her pockets, in hopes that Ash wouldn't notice. She paced the perimeter, so she could hide herself in the falling darkness. "We should do that soon. They might get the same idea."
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Mar 2, 2013 22:36:48 GMT -8
Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 2, 2013 22:36:48 GMT -8
"I told Clemens we can't let this go on. They're becoming violent...We won't be able to gather supplies anymore soon. Every single one of them is rotten, Donati is probably their leader, though I think they are being commanded by the higher ranks in their community." He has a grim sort of finality to his voice, and shoves his fists into his pockets. "Patti... are you ok?" He looked over as well, low, just in cases they were hovering out there with their sneering white faces glinting palely. He wondered, briefly, if he was going to live like his dream self, whose fate carried a strange sense of foreboding for him. "I'll speak with the others...I...honestly don't want to go back there, but I am beginning to think I don't have a choice. I still have the keys.." He touched her shoulder gently, though he was entirely unaware of her mental turmoil.
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