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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Post by DKender on Nov 21, 2012 8:16:54 GMT -8
(@ Christopher - This is what happens when people let me take charge of the SCARY MONSTERS!!! ;D But seriously, Brett or Indea, we need to do a jump scare. Jump scare!!!)
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 21, 2012 8:18:27 GMT -8
(OOC - I hadn't intended to play up the thing's intelligence, hence putting the word in parentheses with a question mark. I had considered having it move to avoid harm, but I can easily not do that.)Patti cleared the room without trouble, but came to a screeching halt when she heard a loud crashing noise from behind her. Apparently, Micah had vaulted over a stationary bike in his haste to retreat, knocking it over behind him in front of the charging monster, which had tripped on it, sending it stumbling into one of the wall-length mirrors. For the moment, it lay motionless. Could it have been that easy? She pulled out her gun and approached it cautiously. Micah stood at a healthy distance and Alex circled around the equipment, considering an approach. Patti stopped next to the thing and pointed her gun at its abnormally large head. Just as she pulled the trigger, it stood up in an inhumanly quick manner, the shot grazing off the thick skull, and sending Patti backwards into a treadmill. She caught herself before falling, but her gun was jolted out of her grip and onto the ground several feet away. The thing scanned the room momentarily, then fixed its eyes on Patti, the nearest edible potential target. It sneered and charged. Patti crawled through the handrails of the treadmill as quickly as she could, then ducked and rolled on the far side. She heard the snapping of plastic behind her. When she came up on her feet, the thing was still coming at her, having just splintered through the cheap plastic of the treadmill.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2012 15:59:08 GMT -8
((OCC: I am going to post this here, feel free to work it in or whatever Brett, sorry if it messes with your shiz)) Micah was shitting himself with fear, at this point it was figuratively but Micah feared it could go horribly literal if the thing got any closer. Micah had gotten as far away as possible after letting out several high pitched screams and curses, the thing was a fucking giant. Had the steroids mixed with the zombie juice in unknown ways, he fucking hoped not. When the shots rang out Micah ducked behind some gym equipment in fear, hoping to avoid both the attention of the giant zombie and any stray bullet. He cowered behind the equipment, swearing softly to himself, trying to ignore the crashing sounds around him. He spotted the stray gun lying only a couple feet from his hand, fuck if he was going to pick it up. "The g-gun is f-fucking over here..." He called out weakly to no one in particular. Shit.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 21, 2012 16:20:18 GMT -8
Patti tried to move to her left, but the thing came on too fast, plowing into her like a full-size car, knocking the wind out of her. She felt her body hit a wall (or was it the floor?) and then a large, powerful hand wrapped around her forearm, yanking her into the air like a ragdoll. She opened her eyes and saw the leering face just a few feet in front of her. From somewhere far away: Micah -
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" From the sound of it, Micah was on the far end of the room and moving away from their attacker. She couldn't blame him.
The thing opened its mouth and suddenly disappeared as a sledgehammer slammed into the arm that was holding her, sending her flying through the air again.
Alex gave a wild war cry as he attacked. "HIYA, BIQUETTE!!"
Wasn't that the goat on the Smurfs? Patti rolled into a crouch with her back against the wall. Just a few feet in front of her, she saw Alex playing tug-o-war with the monster that now had a hold of the head of his sledgehammer. It wasn't much of a contest and Alex stumbled as he lost his grip while being pulled forward. He hopped over a flat bench that threatened to trip him up, landing on the far side still upright. "Hah!!" Patti snatched up an Olympic bar and swung it in front of her. It wasn't even remotely balanced for this use, but she muscled it into the side of the thing's head quite solidly. The thing didn't even flinch, just pulled the bar from her hand and tossed it through the air, sending it crashing into a mirror. Patti scanned the room for more weapons, seeing nothing immediately obvious. She took a short run and leaped over a bench and began running towards the exit. Patti -
"ALEX, RUN!!"
Then she heard Micah's voice again, much closer this time. Micah - "The g-gun is f-fucking over here..."
Patti cast about and saw her pistol next to a water cooler. She snatched it up and spun about. She saw Alex trying to fend the thing off with a flat bench he was holding in front of him. Alex -
"Missus Patti, Micah, RUN!! I've got this thing!"
Patti almost smiled at his false bravado, except there was entirely too much confidence in his voice. She took aim at the creature's head, then yelled to Alex. Patti -
"ALEX, GET DOWN!!"
At least Alex took direction well. He threw the bench at the thing and ducked down quickly. Patti took her shot, hitting the thing squarely in the temple. It staggered, then turned to look at its shooter. Not wanting to tempt fate, she took a second shot, hitting it in the right eye. Blood spattered out the back of its skull and it fell forward, with Alex just narrowly getting out from under it before it landed on him. (3 rounds expended)
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 21, 2012 18:53:22 GMT -8
Patti leaned against a wall and slid down to her rear. Right across from her, hiding behind a wall, sat Micah. She nodded to him while holstering her weapon. She let her head fall back against the wall and let out a huge sigh. "Alex? Are you okay?" She knew she was crashing after an adrenaline spike, because she felt like curling up and taking a nap. Her eyelids felt like someone had laid lead fishing weights on them. Without moving, she spoke. "We need to get out of here... In a second." She let out another big sigh. Her head lolled forward on her neck, like a bobblehead doll missing a spring.
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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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Post by DKender on Nov 21, 2012 19:13:58 GMT -8
A deafening gunshot ended the fight. Alex crawled from the now unequivocally redead UberZombie, sat against a treadmill, and shakily caught his breath. That was too close. But they'd survived. It felt good to be alive. When Patti spoke, he crossed the room and sat heavily beside her. Thankfully, neither she nor Micah had any visible injuries. "Y ... yeah. I've never fought like that before." He sighed and rubbed his face. "Christ." After some adrenaline wore off, Alex felt a throbbing ache in his finger. He looked at his hand and started laughing weakly. "Hey! I broke a nail!" His ring finger nail, during the struggle, had ripped partially off and now bled sluggishly. That was fortunately his worst injury. "Patti, did it hurt your arm?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2012 22:47:54 GMT -8
Micah smiled weakly at the two who had fought. That thing hadn't been human when it had been alive. It had reminded him of the kids who used to chase him down the street, only way fucking bigger. He stood up trying to appear less shaken than he was,once again he was ashamed of himself. At least cowardice didn't get you killed. Patti looked like she was about to pass out or something. Micah wondered how old she was, she looked like she could be anywhere between 38 and 50. She was fucking fit, whatever age she was. "Umm Ahh are you guys okay? Errr sorry I wasn't.. you know.. more fucking help. Maybe there's a first aid kit somewhere around? Although there might be more larger fuckers like him around..."
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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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Post by DKender on Nov 21, 2012 23:37:04 GMT -8
Alex stood and offered a hand to Patti, to help her up. "Let's just go home, Micah." He didn't even feel like leaving a message to Emiliano anymore. "I grabbed a one hundred and seventy-five dollar bottle of red wine from Cuoco - don't know what it is, but that expensive stuff must be good, right? You guys are welcome to join me when we reach 403. Either way, it'll be empty by tonight." He returned Micah's faint smile. "Glad you're all right." Then, because he couldn't help himself, Alex added, "But watch your mouth around ladies."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 22, 2012 9:08:19 GMT -8
Patti accepted Alex's hand and climbed to her feet. "Any first aid kit here would be next to useless. I did see a defibrillator at the front desk that we should take. Grab those kettle bells and let's get the hell out of here. She slung her bag back over her shoulder, picked up the 20-lb and 15-lb kettle bells, letting Alex get the 30 and 25 pounders. She put the 10 and 5 pound ones into her messenger bag, though they didn't really fit well. She wanted to leave Micah unladen, so he could stay as mobile as possible to help cover them. "Micah, you got down here pretty fast, considering how much crap there is on the floor. Do you do that free-running stuff?" The group moved out to the street, finding more than a few zombies on Terry. They reversed direction and headed down the alley to Harrison. Patti and Alex used the kettle bells to take out a few zombies that were milling in their path. When they got to the end of the street, they turned right to get the cart, with Alex and Patti stowing their heavy loads in the undercarriage with the flour. The cart was a little heavy for Micah to try and handle alone, so Alex took over the duties and Micah helped Patti take out the few zombies that stood between themselves and the barricade at 403. They left the cart at the entrance and let the zombies clear out a bit before they went back to get the food. "Good job, guys. Seriously."
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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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Post by DKender on Nov 22, 2012 13:33:57 GMT -8
After passing the barricade, Alex took a relieved breath. He beamed happily at Patti's compliment. "Won't start the wine without you, Ma'am," he said, and then he saluted. It seemed like the right thing to do. "UH. Better go downstairs now to get my finger fixed." He gathered the wine, tea, and cinnamon sticks for later before heading to the clinic. Alex planned to nick a little bandage for his damaged nail.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 22, 2012 15:57:31 GMT -8
" I don't think Patti gives a fuck if I swear Alex, modern ladies aren't so fucking delicate. Were you brought up in the 50's Alex?" Micah grinned. Patti began loading up with the weight thingos and avoided giving any to Micah. He guessed he had proved his uselessness after all. "Yeah I did a bit of the free running stuff. You have to do something like that when your skinny with a big mouth...saved me from a few bar fights." The trip back was uneventful bar a couple of zombies that got in their way. They were almost home and Micah was feeling a bit more confident of his survival. So when a zombie sporting a jumper that the 80's was still looking for, came ambling towards him, he took her on. Sure her jumper had kittens on it and she had soccer mum jeans on her gangly frame, but she was also missing half her jaw as well as a good part of her upper right arm. She could kill ..maybe... Micah tried to swing the hatchet at her neck like the other two, this time however he was successful and the head lopped off falling to the ground with an odd roll. When they made it through the barricade, Micah grinned at the pair, hoping that their stories to the others wouldn't include him hiding in a corner. "No worries Patti, I'm going to get cleaned up. Catch you later for that wine."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 22, 2012 16:25:13 GMT -8
To Micah - "If you don't mind, I'd like to learn some of that stuff. This seems like a good time to have those skills."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 22, 2012 18:54:34 GMT -8
Micah tried not to show it as he groaned inwardly, like he needed to be teaching some middle aged woman, it wasn't like he was a fucking expert in any sense. What would be next, cooking lessons? He'd be the resident Jamie fucking Oliver before the day was out. If that wasn't a cause to commit bodily damage, he didn't know what was. Knowing his luck other people would want to learn parkour too, fuck that. He did however, need to keep up practise, she did have a point about it being handy now. At least he had one useful skill. His friends had told him it was pretentious and wanky, they were probably dead, so who was laughing now? Actually that was a pretty sobering thought. "I guess I do need to practise so you can join me if you like, just don't shout it around okay. I'm not fucking Jamie Oliver... or some shit..." (( One does not simply try to give Micah responsibility.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 22, 2012 20:09:02 GMT -8
"Mum's the word. I'm guessing there's some stuff I need to try to work on strength-wise before I even try anything fancy. Maybe more upper-body stuff and grip strength? Anyhow, we can talk about it later. I'd say 'over drinks' but then Alex would probably start hounding you about it. Let's get upstairs and call it a day, eh?" She headed upstairs to try to find Seth. (aaaand... back to the regular timeline)
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2012 20:32:55 GMT -8
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