“Umm thanks... You guys are pretty fucking tight with the old Satanism huh? How does it cheer you up exactly? Go on, sell it to me. Kyle didn't convince me bloody much, Alex is a pretty easy fucking audience.”
Micah looked the brazier as the flames licked at the edges, the orange glow dancing in the growing darkness. The flames were hypnotising. It had always fascinated Micah how something so delicate looking could cause so much destruction if left unattended.
“How do you feel about zombie killing? Sometimes it's alright, sometimes I feel kinda fucking shitty doing it. They used to be people for fucks sake. Our doctor says there's nothing left in there but how can you really be fucking sure?”
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 15, 2013 18:42:30 GMT -8
Brian- "Aw, that's one of the rules. I'm not supposed to sell it unless you ask for it, but now that you did, I'm a terrible salesguy. Hm,.. I just know it's down to me to make my life the way I want it to be, and I'm not responsible for everything in the world. It'd be easy to get too worried about everybody out there, but we all have the same chance and power to help ourselves. It's rough, but we're powerful.
So I guess I'd say it gives me confidence... Man, don't be silly. I could have told you what your doctor said without even doing the science. They're dead, they're all messed up... But it's totally cool to feel weird about it. If you can't handle it, just do something else for your job, right?
"You're not the worst salesman, I'll think on it. There's no time limit to becoming a Satanist, right?"
Nope, Micah wasn't convinced by it, you could do all that without being a Satanist. Something about the whole 'we don't worship Satan but we still do the rituals' irked him somewhat too. Each to their own though.
He grinned at Brian's suggestion.
“Fuck you, I can handle it. That's something I wouldn't fucking call that a job exactly. ”
“Really? Ha! Clearly you haven't worked in a fucking kitchen mate. I can take any heat, no worries. Actually it's kinda funny you say 'sailor', I totally came in on a cruise liner, kitchen staff not guest unfortunately.”
" Haha Well, I may have fucking exaggerated a bit of that story, a lot of... well most of it really... The middle part was mostly true. "
Brian- "Don't tell me that! It was so beautiful, it must have been true! I need something to shoot for in life, ya know?"
Micah coughed slightly and gave Brian an apologetic look.
" I'm sure your life has been plenty fucking exciting, it's hard for it not to be these days though, huh? It's the boring shit that you should cherish now. I don't think it's that fucking bad at all, at the end of the day."
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 16, 2013 23:16:30 GMT -8
Brian- "Oh, you... I say, if that magnificent scene wasn't real, we should make it real. I guess we'll have to make due without (redacted) or a (redacted), but you can just pretend I'm (redacted) and we could totally do that one part..."
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 17, 2013 16:50:04 GMT -8
Guys were totally doing stuff. Oh, those carefree days of zompocalyptic youth... Anyhow, the place was totally rockin', when some foolz came a-knockin'! Rustle and bustle sounded from the lobby! Brian jumped out of his spot in shock.
Voice of Cathleen- "Whatever. Why sweat it?"
Voice of Kenny- "Trust me. Anyhow, HELLOoo! Is anybody there?"
Fuuuuck. FUCK! Micah began scrabbling for his clothing hoping he'd find the right ones in the right fucking order.
Dammit, it seemed Alex had done more recruiting for his fun busting. Micah began feeling a little guilty for flaking off too. It was getting late and the others might be freaking out... Well at least over Alex, Ash was like a watchdog with the guy. Definite weird father son thing there.
How'd Kenny even know about the vacant offices? Micah hadn't forgotten Kenny's part in the whole Fiona/Derek thing either, it made him a little fucking nervous.
“Maybe if we keep fucking quiet, they'll fuck off?”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 18, 2013 3:32:46 GMT -8
Brian- "I think they can see the firelight from there, I'm sorry..."
They heard footsteps on the stairs. Brian seemed rather expert at dressing quickly and blocked the way into the cubicle with an extravagant pose, giving Micah time to dress - if no one barged past him.
Kenny- "Hey, uh, Brian, right?"
Brian- "That's my name, guy. How's it goin'?"
Cathleen- "How is it going, Kenny?"
Kenny- "No time to stand on formality, dude, we gotta get out of here. Is there...?"
Micah was not an expert at getting dressed quickly. He managed to get his shirt on (back to front.) and jeans, but was just hopping into his runners as Kenny spoke. He almost knocked into Brian down in his frenzy to slip them on. He glanced from behind Brian and spotted the not just one or two, but three fucking people who had busted in on them.
His face became a brilliant shade of beetroot red.
" H-hey guys, what's fucking up? I see Alex found more people..."
(( I do like giving Micah a hard time, but I let him off mostly this time hahaha.))