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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 17, 2013 19:15:57 GMT -8
The oxygen canister was surprisingly heavy and had the warnings "CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE" and "WARNING FLAMMABLE" on the sides. The large canister was green.
The dynamic duo would be able to find most of what they were looking for, including some surgical supplies sufficient for a dental office, and suture. More than they could have hoped for!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 17, 2013 20:19:24 GMT -8
The thin gassed out man didn't bother them again, he was harmless it seemed.
They shoved the medicines into a bag and into the storage boxes. Anya had to carry the cannister and what didn't fit on her lap. It made for an interesting ride home, as the balance of the bike was constantly brought into question. Anya could tell Wolf wasn't quite used to riding with two people, let alone with the weight of the gear. It made it hard to dodge zombies and at one point the odd zombie couple from before almost took a chunk out of her. It was a nerve busting ride for sure. They managed it back in one piece though, and brought the supplies up to Sister Blaze and their guest in the hopes of it saving his life.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 17, 2013 20:27:13 GMT -8
On the return trip, they had the strangest feeling that they were being watched, and yet when they looked behind, they could not tell which was which, and where it had come from.
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Post by DKender on Jul 23, 2013 18:40:22 GMT -8
Days passed, like dust in the wind! What strange happenings would transpire here? ((OOC: Indea and Jara, if there's anything you'd like to add/change about this, let me know, and I'll change it. Also. Most of this is in present tense, for some reason. Y we do dis?))
Everybody! There was a badass meeting and battle scene RP'd here, but the IRC erased the beginning of our post. So here's a summary:
Molly and Sylvia were returning to Breg's enclave from a raid, when they heard a rustlin' in the bushes. Out popped Rob! During a hasty exchange of questions and answers, the ladies learned that he enjoyed Earl Gray Tea and knew the lyrics to "Escape" (The Piña Colada Song). Then, a gun-toting, shirtless demon appeared. He threatened to kill our protagonists and terrorize their home! That won't do. Rob and Sylvia attacked with their bashing weapons; during the process, Rob's arm was grazed by a bullet. Sylvia whipped out her shotgun, but even that couldn't fell the persistent ne'er-do-well.
At once, Molly covered the demon's eyes with her scarf, and the tides turned. Our heroes beat him down, and Molly struck the killing blow with her nail bat.
Recovering from the battle, Sylvia and Molly noticed that their new friend was wearing priest's robes.
Now back to the regularly scheduled RP! Summary mode disengage.
-Molly "Uh. Father, is it?"
-Rob "What no, does he look my father?"
-Molly "No! Oh, no, I mean you're Father! You're the ... I'm sorry, I was never good with this religious stuff."
-Rob "I'm not your father, geez are you okay..."
-Sylvia Sylvia raises an eyebrow. Just...raises it. "...Are...you...Wait, what's your title?" She tears off part of her outer shirt to bandage him, which is at least clean, and not covered in rotten blood. "Why are you dressed in a Priest's clothing?" She seems skeptical that he is an actual Priest now..
-Rob "Oh right. No no, I'm an actor. How embarrassing. Although it has got me some free meals." He looks slightly guilty
-Molly "You have NO idea how relieved I am right now. An actor? That's just wonderful!"
-Sylvia Sylvia stares at him harder, and puts her hands in her pockets "...Tell me about it as we go.. We shouldn't stand out here like this, we're just lunchmeat...You...YOU IMPERSONATED A PRIEST TO GET FOOD? Wow, well..I guess this hasn't...Wait... WHAT? You're relieved Molly?!" She smacks her across the shoulder. And goes to get the baseball bat from the ground.
-Molly "WATCH it! I bruise easy! And it's not like he hurt anyone, right?"
-Sylvia She sighs. "I guess not, but... Sigh.. eh. What production were you in, anyways?" She asks their new friend, after picking up her bat. "...Come on peach-skin...
-Rob "I err was in a small independent film, the rose of something latin. Then this ghastly Apocalypse happened right in the middle of a shoot."
-Molly "I just LOVE your accent. Is that real?"
-Sylvia "So you've been wearing that for months?" She stares at it. "We have more clothes in the manor. The look suits you at least... She may or may not be relieved because we have actual nuns in our enclave. Like..me.."
-Rob "I've cleaned it a couple of times, I felt bad taking someone elses. Wow nuns, really? Yes my accents real, why would I go about with a fake accent."
-Molly "Because it's glamorous? That's why I'd fake an accent, for sure! People tell me I have a sexy Boston New York fusion thing going on with my voice. Can you hear it?"
-Rob "Err sure, it's lovely. I grew up near Camden in London with my parents."
-Sylvia Sylvia stares at Molly and tries to hear the "sexy" Boston accent, though in general it's anything BUT sexy. "...Interesting. So.why were you out today? Did you have an enclave?"
-Rob "An enclave? Oh right, umm haven't had much luck there. Rather not talk about it, some people have gone off their rockers. I was just looking for a safe place for the night and maybe some food. What were you ladies doing, may I ask?" He looks at their swag questioningly.
-Sylvia "Molly wanted to raid a house. We have plenty of food. Everyone forages almost every day to make sure that we have enough. Times are hard, but I think we're an impressive gang, even if we are mostly ladies.." She winks.
-Molly "Today, we raided R.T. Fletcher's house! THE R.T. Fletcher!" Unless Rob is a fan of fantasy romance writers, he probably doesn't know that name.
-Rob Rob looks slightly embarrassed at this. "R.T Fletcher? Who's that?"
-Molly "She's a writer! Maybe you've read some of her more popular books? Martian Matchmaker Trilogy? Manhattan Gargoyle Diaries? Banshee, Private Investigator?"
-Sylvia "...Let's walk and talk. Come on, please? Do I have to beg you guys?" She ushers them along, after tying his arm up a little. Her short cropped hair and wardrobe choice gives her a butch sort of look.
-Rob "Can't say I have, sorry. I did read that one book. What was it something about a psychic waitress? One of my exe's made me read, complete bullocks really." He begins walking briskly trying to keep up with the tall woman.
-Molly "OH, yes! You're thinking of the Sookie series, and your ex must have good taste." Molly scurries after them double-time. "By the way, Sylvia, I wouldn't mind to hear some begging. Haha! Oh, me!"
-Sylvia "Your ex? Where is your family now, if I might ask?...What? I'm not begging YOU for anything, I'm begging him..." She manages a swat with her not-hand towards Molly.
-Rob "They're all back in London I'd suppose, just out here on my own. Trying to make it as a serious actor. I had a bit of money from uh..uh previous job" He went scarlet.
-Sylvia Sylvia breathes out, slowly. "...I see. So how are you getting along in the warzone? Were you somewhere else before? Or... A previous job?" She raises an eyebrow at him.
-Molly "Tell us about it!" She picked up on his scarlet reaction.
-Rob "About what? I'm just going day by day. I was in London before I moved here to take a role in the film." He ignored her attempts to probe
-Sylvia Sylvia was curious but not THAT curious. "Were you some kind of porn star or something? Or more of an illegal thing?" She asks, surprisingly casually. She's making good pacing despite the books on her back. "Oh..One of our residents is a doctor, or...was one. I think you'll have some luck with your bullet wound."
-Molly "SISTER! Really? Is that something to ask a new friend?!" She whispers, "Do you think he was, though?"
-Rob He went even redder. "Nothing of the SORT!! Fine, I was in children's entertainment. You probably didn't see the show..."
-Molly "Were you ... British Barney?" She gasped!
-Sylvia "...Well, he did look pretty ashamed... was...it Barney?" She guesses. "Power children? Power...power rangers. Yeah. That's it.." She doesn't seem the least bit ashamed of her choices in words.
-Rob He was pretty much as embarrassed as you could possibly be. "No, no neither. I don't want to talk about it. Seriously, you've probably never seen it."
-Molly "Aw, we're sorry. No more teasing, okay, Sylvia?"
-Sylvia Sylvia sighs. Teasing is her specialty. "...fine, fine...come on then. Tell me more about yourself. I think we're cautious but not paranoid yet...we try to continue compassion in crisis! That's our motto!"
-Sylvia Sylvia smiles. "I'm Sylvia. Good to meet you. You don't have any belongings besides your spectacular outfit?"
-Rob "Rob Mistry, pleased to meet you Sylvia. Only this trusty pipe and a couple of personal things."
-Sylvia Sylvia herds them back towards the manor. "...You don't happen to have firearms do you? That's our only rule with new residents..no firearms in the house."
-Molly "Can you believe that Sylvia is a nun? I still think it's an existential joke of some kind."
-Sylvia Sylvia squints at Molly. "What are you trying to say?!"
-Molly Molly squints back at Sylvia. "I'm saying you don't act like a nun, is what I'm saying."
-Rob "Uh sorry to interrupt but I don't have any guns, no."
-Sylvia "I wasn't a nun all my life you know! What am I supposed to be like? Praying all the time?! I'll have you know I pray all the time! Like in the morning and stuff! I'm aloud to smile and make jokes!" She makes a snuffly offended noise and pulls her tunic down a little.
-Molly "Shhh, shh. You just interrupted Rob as he was apologizing for interrupting." She puts a finger against her lips and shakes her head.
-Sylvia Sylvia glances towards Rob. "...Uhr... you're excused!"
-Rob "Thank you" He looks at Sylvia suddenly as if noticing her for the first time. "My, you're tall. You certainly ate all your veggies."
-Sylvia "So um, tell me more about yourself, besides that you had a girlfriend with bad taste, you were a children's entertainer, and like.. you begged food off people as a priest... Sometimes...I wonder about the people we meet... is it fate, or is it destiny? Oh..yeah, I was a pro basketball player for a while, actually..."
-Molly She was part of the WNBA! Sparks, right?" She teehees happily. "It's like you're both celebrities. How thrilling."
-Rob "Yes, thrilling." He doesn't sound thrilled. "What would you like to know?"
-Sylvia "I dunno, anything. We just met on the street a few minutes ago! Make it like speed-dating...except I don't date anymore, but pretend. Or..pretend that Molly speed-dates...or something...Just... go ahead!"
-Molly "Don't make this awkward! He wouldn't want to speed date a non-celeb like me."
-Sylvia She sighs. "...I don't mean literally, Molly. Just the way you'd talk about yourself..You know what, nevermind, Molly." She shakes her head
-Rob "Yes, let's not get ahead of ourselves.Well my parents came originally from India when they were small. I'm sure you can tell. Separately of course. Nothing weird."
-Sylvia "..Yeah, you look it. I like the British thing. It's sophisticated." Sylvia has a befreckled, rough look. They're now in the appropriate street, and have to find the right house. They pass by a hollowed out house with a missing door. Blood speckles the steps, and the inside still smokes. It's hard to tell what went on in there.
-Molly "I think she likes you because your priest robes remind her of home."
-Rob "Trust me not all Brits are sophisticated, lot's of priests?"
-Molly Sylvia squints at her again. "...What? No, we were Sisters only. Molly is just crude."
-Molly "Am not!" Molly stops to look at the house. "That ... wasn't busted up earlier, was it?"
-Rob "I always fancied that you had little get together to chat about god and stuff..." He hadn't noticed the blown out building.
-Sylvia Sylvia pauses, and then licks her lips and shakes her head. "No, it wasn't busted up like that earlier...I wonder if that's what happened last night." She sighs. "...Um, well, we do attend mass, but mostly we just spend time alone or with other nuns. Eh. Molly, it looks like they had a siege on them too... I wonder if Greg's place will face the same fate eventually. We should look into trying stuff to keep out evil spirits.. Something...anything...I don't think keeping the doors extra reinforced will help. Oh, our place is down there!" She points down the street to a certain white mansion!
-Rob "Wow, you live there? Really?"
-Molly "Do you know anything about Santeria, Robbie?"
-Rob "Santeria?"
-Sylvia "We made it our fortress. We decided on it because it's solar powered, and has a solar generator! Really neat right?...I don't know a thing about Santeria, but it sounds...um...interesting?" She isn't sure what to make of it, honestly.
-Molly "Sure, Santeria. It's a ... religion, I think. I met a girl named Tina who swore that its magic protected her from ghosts. I thought maybe a cosmopolitan guy like you would know more about it than I do."
-Robbie "Sorry my parents were Hindu, never heard of it."
-Sylvia "She ran away. Maybe if we could find her, we could get some help protecting our house... I'm not sure Blaze would be super keen on that. Or..Isa.. Mostly Isa.." She regards him thoughtfully. "Do you know where she went off to, Molly?" They have to pass Greg's house on the way down the street!
-Molly Molly shrugs. "Away from the people chasing her." She pointed to Greg's house. "See that place? Avoid it, both of you! The people who live there are armed jerks, and they'll treat you like a slave."
-Rob "Horrid, really? Isn't it a bit dangerous living so near them?"
-Sylvia "Yeah, be careful. And walk fast, they have guns." She eyes it carefully. "It's worse elsewhere, at least we just have those assholes to worry about, and this house is pretty secure, especially against them. We should keep zombies in the yard to keep them out. Best security system, am I right?"
-Rob "Until they eat you.."
-Sylvia "Killjoy."
-Molly "I gotta side with Rob on this one."
-Sylvia They appear in front of the door. The door has scratches on the front, and a mighty battlescar that has frayed part of the front. "Home sweet home." says Sylvia.
-Molly "Not as good as your old home, huh? All those ladies. Heheheh."
-Syvia Sylvia jabs her. "Of course you'd think so."
-Rob "What happened here?" He caught Molly's remark and grinned slightly.
-Sylvia "We've been attacked by monsters, but fended them off, that's what. HEY! LET US IN. IT'S MOLLY, SYLVIA AND..uh ROB!" She pounds the door. "I LIKE ICECREAM JUST HURRY AND OPEN IT."
The door opens, and a tall tanned man with an acne scar-pitted face opens it. His eyes are large and sad-looking, probably more due to their dark color than his emotional state. He wears a plaid shirt over a t-shirt, even in the heat. "Come in."
And so they did![/i]
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 28, 2013 11:41:52 GMT -8
A while later, peoples appear, armed to the arms, as it were. Jacob- "It'll be nice to whack zombies with somewhere to go home to at the end of the day."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jul 28, 2013 12:30:48 GMT -8
Breg- "I think we are set up ideally right now...And we managed to get Molly outside for a little while. How, I am not sure." He smiles faintly, but even that has a tinge of sadness to it, by natural inclination of his face, perhaps."It's down here..." He leads onwards up the street, to take them to their appointed place.Sylvia- "I'm going for sure... Just wait a moment, no need for too much enthusiasm..." They head up the street, and towards the house they found wrecked this morning, across the street and ten houses down.
On further examination, this mansion looks worse than it appeared initially. They had met the residents once or twice, a fit young man, and a young girl, at the very least, had been seen outside travelling from place to place.
As before, the door was torn off, and hurled into the street, and what looks like a boot cabinet was torn out and tossed outside, partially blocking the way in.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 28, 2013 14:31:17 GMT -8
"I guess there's no prizes for guessing where it got in." Rob was still in his priest garb having been rushed out the door. He felt guilty that he hadn't answered Wolf's question, did he believe in hell? He didn't think so... If it was real what would they think of someone who pretended to be a priest?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 28, 2013 15:03:55 GMT -8
Jacob- "... I'll bring up the rear, heh. Spooky. Did you guys know the people here?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jul 28, 2013 15:09:53 GMT -8
Breg- "We saw them now and again. There was a man and a young girl, maybe his daughter. There might have been more, but I never saw them out....This isn't the friendliest neighborhood, and it's worse elsewhere, so I can't say that we were friends or anything like that." He stares at the forbidding entrance to the mansion. The wind picks up and blows discarded papers out of the entrance and towards the street, turning like leaves here and there and everywhere."Are you ready, gentlefolk?" He asks, stepping on a strangely sticky piece of paper...There was an unidentifiable ichor upon it.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 28, 2013 15:15:47 GMT -8
Jacob- "Ready to bring up the rear."
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Post by DKender on Jul 28, 2013 15:40:09 GMT -8
"Whatever we do, no splitting up!" She stood near the middle of the group. It was the safest spot - she wasn't ready to throw all her cowardice to the wind just yet."Oh, heavens. It's like going into a haunted house attraction 'round Halloween. If we walk through a spiderweb, I may scream."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 28, 2013 15:51:55 GMT -8
"Or get grabbed by a ghoulll!!" Rob started making claw actions with a grin.
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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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Post by DKender on Jul 28, 2013 15:58:17 GMT -8
"AIE! Robbie, stop! That's scary! I'm a writer - we have vivid imaginations!" Molly took a couple steps closer to Wolf."L ... let's just get this OVER with."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jul 28, 2013 16:20:47 GMT -8
Breg- "I'm sure we all have our part to play. Stay close to me if you feel unsafe, alright?" He wasn't sure how to make that sound anything but condescending, but maybe it was something she needed to hear, knowing her.
The wind through the house suggested either another window was broken, or the back yard door was open. The interior of the house was dark besides the light on the far end, which were likely the windows to the back yard.
The entrance remained open and waited for them.
Breg stepped through with only a moment of hesitation.Sylvia- "...Well, glad I brought my flashlight. We should bring an actual torch too sometime, in case of ghosts." Sylvia doesn't acknowledge the possibility that a torch will just set everything ablaze at once!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 28, 2013 16:26:24 GMT -8
Jacob- "I admit, I tend to just run away from ghosts. They seem most active in dark spaces or at night... Ugh."
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