??? THE STREETS - WEST DENNY

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

This thread represents anything on Denny more than a few blocks west of the 403 neighborhood, like Champion Party Supply, and the street immediately south of the Pacific Science Center, and so on.

[∆§Indea§∆]

The three set out down Westlake towards Denny, the path there was overgrown but zombie free. Nature strips had burst through their boundaries crushing any past resistance. The old advertisements had faded in the sun and it was impossible to tell what they had wanted you to buy. Besides, it no longer mattered if your mortgage rate was 20% higher than it could be or which sandwich was the best in town. The weirdest thing was that all this now felt natural, the world had grown into the apocalypse.



Micah carried a borrowed backpack and his trusty table leg. He'd gone light with the only extra baggage being a couple of flares and a torch. He was pleased to be moving swiftly and only looked back to make sure he wasn't alone.

It wasn't long before they neared where Denny hit Westlake and Pan pac loomed ahead of them. Micah began feeling more than a bit fucking nervous, a mix of his previous experience there coupled with the chance of running into Frankie. He stopped still waiting for the other two before he proceeded any further.

“Hey, so this part is going to be fucking interesting. I really don't think we want to make our presence known to Pan fucking pac. Do you reckon we should dash through the park or what?”

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

"With the change of leadership, I'm not so worried, but it might be a reasonable challenge to get across the park as quick as possible.'

Patti scanned the park for possible routes, but overgrown shrubs made the whole are a little more mysterious than she would have preferred.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Whatever ya like, man."

Kenny was loose and in an OK mood. Definitely no fear of Pan-Pac. But then, since they'd loosened up, Micah wouldn't be surprised if Kenny was partying with them.

[∆§Indea§∆]

Micah looked at the park with a sigh, that was helpful. He had in all honesty not even looked in the parks direction before considering that move. It did not look how he imagined it. Nope.

Apart from the glass house monstrosity, the park looked more like the bush and not hugely inviting by any fucking stretch. Micah could imagine something going horribly wrong in there. He doubted it's depths were hiding bunny rabbits and lollypops. He back peddled. Better to risk the pissed off Frankie.

“Uh yeah, I'm sure we can skip past Pan pac no worries. No need to risk the park. We can practise some parkour going up the car mountain over there. Need any fucking tips?”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Nope. Carry on, my wayward son."

[∆§Indea§∆]

“Alright then...Whatever.”

Micah shrugged, you just couldn't reach some people. With the apocalypse and all, Micah could be the last or at least the most knowledgable person when it came to parkour. It was a daunting prospective, heavy with responsibility.

How on earth where people going to jump over things with style?

Micah moved over the mountain of cars using his mad parkour skills, it looked exactly like one of those old shitty youtube videos. It was sure to be making other people mad jealous. He only slipped a couple of times.

The park beside Denny contained a few zombies which had been shut inside the basketball courts like some kind of odd zombie zoo. They pushed soullessly against the confines towards the three. One, a small boy reached through the fence as if for a dropped ball, his blank eyes hungry.

Micah was grateful for the piled up cars creating a safe distance between himself and the overgrown park that hung ominously beside the first patch of road.

There were a few empty spaces that caused the group to make quick dashes to the next pile unless they wanted to face down a few zombies. As they got closer to their destination the number of zombies began to thicken, thankfully so did the cars. It was a stark contrast to the safety they had created down Westlake.

As they worked their way up the street, Patti started her Parkour on the easy side. She did a few Dukes of Hazzard slides over cars, a few dash vaults over relatively low objects, trash cans, car hoods, and the like.

When they got closer to the car pile, she slowed down, her natural caution slightly dulling her excitement for the Parkour.

A large billboard, dark and cracked, a silver watch was only just discernible in it's faded shreds. Some genius had spray painted over it with red, showing the time to be 12pm, with the words 'The end is no longer nigh, it's fucking here!'. The space needle stood behind it heavy in the background, like a metal mushroom over the city.


Outside a 7 Eleven they came directly in line with the needle and Micah stood on the roof of a yellow Volkswagen staring. It was the closest he'd ever come to it. He'd meant to check it out properly some time during his holiday, all those months ago. Distracted slightly, he suddenly slipped forward down the windscreen landing squarely on his arse, in front of four somewhat 'surprised' zombies. He attempted to scramble up to no avail and seemed stuck with his back to the vehicle. He took a wild swing at one zombie and it fell down heavily in front of him.


    

“Fuck! Shit! Uh uh a little fucking help guys??!”

[dice=20+2]
[dice=20]

When Micah went down, Patti took a running leap onto the trunk of the Beetle, then took a running leap at one of the zombies bearing down on her fearless leader.

She hit her target, not from any mad Parkour skill, but from the target's innate immobility. Her follow-through left something to be desired as her feet got caught in the fallen shambler and she tumbled forward.

She was able to recover with a tumble and she came back up on her feet a few yards past where Micah scuffled with zombies.

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[∆§Indea§∆]

Test:

[dice=20]

[dice=20+4]

((This dice roll will go into the next part but Chris feel free to put Kenny's actions in and I will change parts accordingly and in the post above too. ))[rand=09141940367408097429800828453153370246611414477229128147885131184012]

[∆§Indea§∆]

The racket had caught the attention of several other zombies, who slowly began to lurch forward towards the group. If they weren't careful Patti and Micah could easily be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of zombies in the area. There was safety on top of the cars, some had already caught themselves between vehicles in their efforts.



Micah looked frantically about for somewhere to go only to have one zombie make a lurching grab at him. He swung back at it missing the thing entirely and almost losing his weapon in the process. It was distraction enough or perhaps it was so pathetic the zombie had lost interest. Either way, Micah was able to make an impressive jump to the safety of an upturned Honda with a roll and a double kong onto a higher vehicle just for kicks. It was strange he never remembered being this good before the apocalypse, but he guessed the added danger and amount of activity involved in surviving. Meh.

The zombies turned towards Patti, who was now the sole target.

Micah looked down worriedly hoping Patti would make it out, or Kenny would do something and he wouldn't have to go back down after her.

((Roll for escapology, feel free to attack or get attacked by zombies as you go. Nobody needs to be as wimpy as Micah. You can just ignore the dice and decide for yourself without their help. Kenny can dash down to help, stay in safety or already be down in the muck and need to escape. )

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

[dice=20+2]

Patti got serious and went Wolvey Berserker Style with her hammer. She took down three in a matter of seconds, then she broke free, running up the side of a Jeep Cherokee and doing a cat-to-cat onto the roof of an ambulance.

[dice=20]



She stood stunned above the reach of the shamblers.

"How the hell did I just do that?"[rand=7891264771759685750997363034083988459877130508115473595673468964]

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Damn, dude! Fuck off with that shit!"

Kenny had been forced by zombie crowd movements into an over-turned VW bus, then out the back windows. He kicked the last zombie away out of reach, bopped it, then got back up on the cars.

[∆§Indea§∆]

The three regrouped on top of the car pile much to the 'disappoint' of the zombie hoard. They consoled themselves with low moaning, accompanied by general mindless aggression. A few hipster zombies broke from the crowd and began to shamble away, interest already lost.



Micah looked pretty embarrassed and gave the other two an apologetic look.

“That was too bloody close, I'm sorry about that. That was my fucking fault right there. Nice stuff Patti, not too shabby. Bring in your knees a little more next time. Bad arse shit though guys. Uh won't happen again... I hope.”

((I want to move it along to Champion, so reply in Converse here if ye will it and I'll pop it in . ))

The rest of the journey was relatively peril free, although the volume of zombies did cause some people to feel a high level of anxiety. They were greeted at Champion party supply by a large faded red demon glaring down from its rooftop, teeth bared. There was a largish pile up out front and a silver honda civic had conveniently taken out a front window. It had ploughed right through taking down a large breasted mannequin in its wake.

Inside, the shop clearly had been visited at least once, although clearly by those of high taste as plenty trashy party goods still remained. At the front were aisles of of assorted party goods and to the back was a very dark room promising all the costumes you could poke a stick at. All sexy.

What looked to be a human sized tiger lay to one side, a dark uninviting stain haloed around the head. Despite its cat form it did not inspire curiosity. This kitty was long dead.



Micah rounded the two up for consultation. His face grim.

“So what do you fucking reckon? Do we grab a few costumes, streamers and shit, balloons? I reckon they'd have some buck's party stuff too, could be good for a laugh right?”

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[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti glanced around with some distaste. Still, she knew Alex would be mind-blown excited about balloons and streamers, which made her smile.

"I'll get balloons and decoration stuff, you guys see what you can find for the big bang. Let's not get too raunchy, there's a lot of mild mannered folks in the building. If you feel obligated to get a stag reel or a blow up doll, save it for the after-party, okay?"

To keep with the Great Gatsby theme that Alex had decided on, she went for colors associated with Art Deco: grey, pink, silver, teal, black. Fortunately, the crepe paper streamers were pretty lightweight. She packed up a couple hundred balloons, thankfully they are pretty small when not inflated.

She poked around to see if she could find a single tank of helium that she could figure out how to bring back with them.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Buck...? Oh, stag. We call 'em stag parties here. I don't remember them needin' anything but beer and porn though, and I doubt they got that here... Blow up doll? What kinda stag party did you go to, Patti?"

Kenny didn't know what peeps were after, so he followed Patti trying to pack and shoulder as much of what she found as possible.

[∆§Indea§∆]

“I was only kidding, you have met Alex, right? The mere sight of a fucking plastic buttocks would warp his already fragile mind. He'd start thinking all women are fucking built like that. Besides this is a family store. Nah, I'm going to go dip into the costume area. Bound to be something that'd strike his fancy.”

Micah wandered around the aisles and picked up some candles, party poppers, sparklers and little champagne bubble blowing things. The lollies had been mostly nicked but Micah found some that had fallen under a display. He figured that shit never went off.

He turn on his torch and went to the costume area cautiously poking his head around. The coast seemed clear, he moved to the area labelled 'Dance', only to be sorely disappointed. There was jack all dance related there. He did find some nice fake facial hair though. There were no fedoras to be seen, so Micah found the next best thing. A pack labelled 'Old fashioned rapper' complete with chain and glasses.

He wandered around and found a few notable costumes besides the sexy ones. Some of those he was pretty fucking sure, belonged in an entirely different store. It was hard going in the dim light. He soon found himself in a dank corner, a leak had dripped down soaking the nearby costumes. Mould let out a slight musty smell and for a second it seemed eerily familiar.

Yeah, it smelt a little like his room.

Back in the main area there was a slightly different smell. A familiar strong oily mushroom stench suddenly licked at the air. Was it just gas? Or was one of the wall hangings not like the other ones? ((Roll for perception.))