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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 7, 2013 23:50:41 GMT -8
This well-respected hole in the wall venue hosted a lot of music. The remains of the audience at an all-ages show formed the heart of an enclave here, in the wake of the Zompocalypse. The leader is Jordan Tran. Luminaries include Brian, Kat, and Kyle. After being saved from the REI nearby, a man named Tarina joined this enclave as well.
Alex and Micah paid a visit here, and were warmly welcomed, and invited to a future party.goo.gl/maps/0I744
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Post by DKender on Mar 8, 2013 19:06:45 GMT -8
((OOC: If I posted this in the wrong place sorry ;- ) As Alex left 403, prepared to make the perilous journey to El Corazon, a chill wind from the southeast ruffled his rock star hair. Perhaps it smelled of death, summertime, and something ... more sinister. He carried a crowbar and makeshift pike. "Facilis descensus averno!" Alex raised the pike triumphantly. A tattered piece of white cloth (once part of Nat's shirt) was tied to the end. The glorious 100% cotton flapped like a warrior's flag! "Ready to fight. So, you must be pretty bored, huh, Micah? It's all right. I'm bored, too. AND I lost my dance partner. Really gotta stop practicing dance with ladies I date ... or almost date. Would it be weird if I ask Brian for tips? What if they're all crazy? Hope not. We'll see, huh? Well ... ready?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 8, 2013 23:56:28 GMT -8
Micah also felt a certain foreboding feeling in the air which was so foreboding that it cancelled itself out and Micah felt a certain calmness. If shit was going to go down it would choose a less obvious day. The nagging breeze was playful not suspenseful... Yeah. " Yeah, I had to get the fuck out of there. They can't be as insane as Derek or Ione. Fuck if I know, depends on what you're asking for tips on I guess. You mentioned the president is sick? We're not going to have to do another election are we? That was fucking lame and fucking colonel fuckwit will shit all over it." (( Sorry it's late ish, at a wedding so it's a short one ))
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Post by DKender on Mar 9, 2013 11:45:47 GMT -8
((OOC: A wedding?! I say! Indea, if you would be so kind, please send a piece of wedding cake to the following address: person from the internet, Texas, USA. Thank you very much in advance.)) "Micaaaah. Please respect our elders. Even the awful ones." He adjusted his backpack, which contained foodstuff and candles, before starting the trek to El Corazon. "I'm ... actually pretty worried. Judy was going on and on about Seth dying. So, ah, so I paid him a visit with morale boosters. He didn't look - or sound - good. It's the lungs. I don't know, Homeboy. Dr. Bebe has kept poor little Kaya healthy, but she had Dr. Victor's help, and now he's gone." Alex was suddenly stumble-charged by a clumsy zombie. She had long, stringy hair, and her baggy jeans were secured by suspenders. Checkered suspenders, very cute. He assumed a basic kendo (or, as he oh-so-cleverly called it, Bendo) stance and held his pike like a sword. Two quick blows, one to the abdomen and one to the head, rekilled her. "So, do you believe in the afterlife? I'd rather not be an atheist. Too sad. Especially if all people, um, just die, and that's that." A haunting, cry-like sound punctuated the question. It came from afar and was muted by distance ... perhaps the sound resembled a rooster's crowing. Curious. Hopefully, banshees (or whatever new monster lurked on the horizon) didn't sound like roosters.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 9, 2013 16:41:11 GMT -8
Micah almost jumped out of his skin at the shrieking sound, looking wildly around for the source. He was beginning to wish he'd invited Nora or someone along but going to El Corazon hadn't seemed like that big a deal, fuck. Micah stumbled backwards into a tree. Well, with what he hoped was a tree. He felt it up with a tentative hand just to be sure, yup... tree. " A-afterlife? Maybe... It's bloody hard to know these days, I mean there's fucking zombies wandering around. It kind of changes your perspective on shit. Just don't let me become a fucking zombie or ghost, that scares the bloody hell out of me. Nothing at all is better than that." As if in answer a zombie came at Micah from behind a nearby ute, she was middle aged and dressed in a purple velvet dress. A new age wanker, she was probably the screecher, he grinned at her in guilty relief. Her head bobbed in a nod as she lurched towards him with a incensed look in her one good eye. Half of her face had been burnt off, what was left of her hair was black and crackled against her scalded flesh. Micah whirled awkwardly around and slammed the cricket bat into the side of her head forcing her head to meet with the tree trunk. The nails in his bat made a soft squishing sound as they imbedded in the dead tissue. Micah relaxed the bat and the woman flopped to the ground in a mess. A funny thought popped inappropriately into his head. "Most religions have some kind of afterlife, Valhalla sounds like a right fucking laugh, you could become a Viking!"
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Post by DKender on Mar 9, 2013 18:33:28 GMT -8
"I WISH. But don't vikings need beards?" Alex worked up a sweat by fighting off the zombies in ever-more-fancy ways. He dodged, spun, and rolled like a warrior acrobat. "Never ... really liked ...beer or mead, either." A dark, willowy zombie swiped at him. The poor man must have died recently, because his face and limbs were fairly intact. Alex ducked under the outstretched arm, sprung back energetically, and then swung his pike. One hit KO! Suddenly ... Another ominous (or not) breeze swept down the street. And from between two cars, THIS monster appeared. The rooster's jaunty walk carried him into the center of the street. The large bird seemed to notice Micah and Alex, because he took an aggressive stance. "Oh, hey! Birdie! We oughtta bring him home." Little did Alex know that this particular birdie had tasted blood before. And he liked it. ((OOC: Feel free to take control of the monster.))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 9, 2013 21:54:24 GMT -8
Micah had been taking off the weaker zombies, while trying avoid been KO'd himself by Alex's wild moves. He had just avoided a close call with the pike... Then the creature merged from the jungle of cars and headed straight for them, it's feathers rustling in the ominous air, it's eyes cold and calculating. Micah felt his blood run cold, his hand starting shaking. This however, was not a time for fear but time to take a stand, even if it became his last... He ignored Alex, the kid was as green as fresh asparagus. Micah tried to remind himself, it wasn't the same chook as before... but then any rooster was just a cockfight waiting to happen. There wasn't such thing as a chook without an agenda. This particular rooster wasn't any different to the rest. It began slowly scratching a line in the road, it's eyes still on the pair, daring them to approach. El Gallo- “Burr...rawk” Micah moved slowly one foot at a time towards the creature and it's death stare, resisting the urge to look away. El Hombre- "Get a single shoe box ready..." Dust flew up around the rooster in a billowing cloud... there was a flutter of feathers....((OOC: Go for it DK, you're next rookie... what happens? ))
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Post by DKender on Mar 9, 2013 22:04:45 GMT -8
"Shoebox? Haha! Why would we need ..." "HOMEBOY, NOOOO! Don't hurt him!" Alex dove between Micah and the rooster! Bad move. The enraged El Gallo lunged at his head, which was dangerously low to the ground. "HYAAAH!" The rooster's sharp talons dug into the back of Alex's scalp, and the bird pecked furiously at his head. It was so strong! Too strong! And no matter how much he thrashed around, El Gallo would not release him! Alex covered his face with his hands to protect his beautiful features, but this rendered him blind and helpless. Zombies, alerted by the shouts, began to approach ... "HELP ME, MICAH!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 10, 2013 15:24:01 GMT -8
“ Alex, shut the fuck up. Hold still.. don't move.” Micah turned the bat, so the nails weren't facing the fowl felon, today was not a good day to die. He stood like a shadow over the rooster, ready to strike. Micah took a deep breath. He wondered if now was a good time to start thinking about how much he sucked at generally any sport requiring a bat and a steady arm...probably not. The kid was counting on him. El Hombre- "..." El Gallo- "..." El Hombre- "..." El Gallo- "..." El Gallo stopped pecking at Alex's head to meet eyes with the approaching zombies. It seem to size them up one by one before it turned it's head slightly, and in a burst of feathers flew off over the cars into the horizon. Next time, Micah thought, next time. He turned to face the oncoming zombies, fuck if he had to face them alone. Well, he'd be fucked anyway... “Alex? MATE?? Uh can I get a fucking hand here...please?”
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Post by DKender on Mar 10, 2013 16:19:03 GMT -8
"Oh. Uh oh." Running a hand through his mussed hair, Alex rose. The zombies were moments away. And EW. That stupid angry rooster had crapped on his polo (well, actually, it was Mr. Ashley's polo - his were still missing after a half-forgotten night of drunken stupidity). Moved by his overblown sense of pride, Alex whipped off the shirt and chucked it at a zombie's face. Then, he charged. "HYAAAH! DIES IRAE!" He held the pike horizontally with both hands and used the seven-foot-long weapon to push back three zombies. They toppled, and he struck each in the head. Then, Alex climbed onto a car. A pair of undead men tried to follow, but each fell to his merciless attacks! "What now? Do we run, or do we fight here?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 10, 2013 17:35:01 GMT -8
Further down the road and around tha bend....
EL CORAZON- The room was lit with lots of braziers and empty bottles full of candles. The windows didn't admit much light, but it was still a lot less eerie than nights here. People slouched at tables or on floors. No one was feeling very festive today.
Dr. Ortiz was in a snit, and drinking Jack. She'd been arguing with Jordan a lot for the last few days. Kyle wasn't sure, but he suspected it was because of the food situation - not great. Kyle had once been a leader in the enclave and felt some responsibility to it, and so wondered if he should be aware of whatever was bothering their medic.
He poured himself a drink and sat near-ish to the angry filipina. She continued to stare into space like space had just done something hella rude. He decided not to bother her, but still curious, hoped she'd happen to mention something to someone while he finished his drink.
Creepy ol' Phil Crisanto came into the room, smoking like a chimney. She said something to him in fast Spanish. Or Tagalog, or whatever that was. He laughed like Jabba the Hutt, as was his way, and came up to sit beside her at the bar. Well, he thought, there went that plan.
Just as he was getting up, Kat came along. Kat- "Yo, Kyle."
Kyle- "Oh, hey Kat."
He glanced pointedly at the seething doctor and back to Kat."Wanna go for a walk or something?" She was amused by the inscrutable fury, giggling openly. Kat- "Around the roof or outside?"
Kyle- "Uh, maybe outside."
Kat- "Oh, why not? C'mon." She hopped to a little faster than Kyle, picking up her hockey stick from the massive pile of weapons in the lobby. Kyle followed, grabbing his axe, and soon they were walking slowly through the maze of cars around the building. Kat- "So what's new, buddy?"
Kyle- "Man, Dr. Ortiz is intense. I wondered what she was so pissed about but I didn't wanna face the wrath. Bet it had something to do with Jordan..."
Kat- "Ooh, maybe Jordan knocked somebody up!"
Kyle- "Ugh... Yeah, that would be a good reason for her to be pissed. Post-apocalyptic child birth, no fun for anyone. I dunno, do you think things can go on like this for much longer?"
Kat- "I don't know. How did you like your hundred grand bar brunch?"
Kyle- "Ugh. Fuckin' candy... I can't believe those guys down the road have chickens and shit."
Kat- "I know!" A little way from the building, Kat stopped to lean on a Lincoln Continental. Three zombies struggled vainly to figure out how to reach them. Kat- "Prob'ly we won't have the strength to fight anymore, and then OM NOM NOM. Hi guys! You know I'm talking about you?"
Zombies- "NNNnnGGGH!"
Kyle- "Tch, yeah what kind of vitamin deficiencies are we gonna die of? Bet those guys don't get any... Not that... they'd know. Ugh." They just kept relaxing, chatting, while the undead fury continued impotently nearby. The things, fortunately, didn't have much volume in their voices. Kat- "Yeah... I can't believe we used all the vitamins from the smoothie joint already. And where did those guys get chickens from anyway?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 10, 2013 18:25:13 GMT -8
Elsewhere...Micah had scrabbled up the boot of the car, forgetting momentarily any parkour moves he could have used. He looked at the oncoming zombies...zombie. It was a spotty looking hipster kid, his left ear had been half torn off and a large shard of glass protruded from his neck. Strangely his thick black glasses remained intact. He wobbled towards them tripping slightly over his fallen comrades. “You got most of them, there's just that shitty hipster left Alex. Uh want to leave him? "
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Post by DKender on Mar 10, 2013 19:40:02 GMT -8
"No. He deserves peace." Alex hit the hipster-bie so hard, his glasses went flying. "Ah ... that was too much force." He stared regretfully at the body. "I used to be bothered by this. Huh. Let's go." Alex patted Micah's shoulder and journeyed forth. He alternated between chatting quietly and fighting encroaching threats. "We need to discuss Pride and Prejudice sometime. I got really confused by the characters and their behavior, but maybe it makes sense to British people, and you're ... Oh! Watch it!" He darted a few steps to the right and whacked a gruesome zombie on the head before it could attack. "And you're nearly British."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 10, 2013 20:41:44 GMT -8
Micah followed avoiding zombies by sticking to the tops of cars or jumping over shit. He took down a couple of zombified old ladies but mainly left most of the zombie bashing to Alex. He seemed slightly shaken by their brush with the feathered fiend. He kept a weather eye open for anymore ominous rooster bringing winds. “Eh... Elizabeth was a snotty bitch and Mr. Darcy was a stuck up wanker, so what do you need to know? What does Ashley think of your decision to jump the catholic boat? I worked his deal out by the way, I didn't fucking tell anyone. Don't know why anyone would give a shit though, a cop tosser is is still a tosser. No offense."
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Post by DKender on Mar 10, 2013 20:58:32 GMT -8
"Be nice ... tosser is a bad word, right? You know, Ashley is just and good. He's not like those tossers who robbed you. And, um, about the religion thing, ... I'm just going to play Catholic when he's around, okay?" He was thoughtful. "Micah, what does wanker mean?"
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