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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 24, 2012 23:57:57 GMT -8
That night, shit was goin' to hell in a handbasket. Thierry ran out to the street to see Jonah waving someone in, as they were being chased by the horde! Thierry- "Oh my god!" Funny thing for an atheist to say. Also,
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 0:33:37 GMT -8
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 25, 2012 0:45:23 GMT -8
Dr. Victor gasped at the sight of the increasing number of dead. He took up a position next to Jonah, panting more from fear than anything. Once Sharma was clear behind him, he took his first swing at the undead before him. A male, someone with less than adequate hygiene and most likely a poor hairdo. "Oh, fucking shit shingles on toast..." He lost himself for a moment, flinching at the sickening wet thud with the contact. The others, some busdriver for the mass transit system still wearing his ugly cornered hat and some form of busker with a broken guitar strap about his chest, were still present. "Damn... Sharma... oh, god, you... get inside... W- Where's Thierry?" His fear was suppressed by a greater fear of Thierry. He had to fight to him, if only... "Jonah... work... work towards me, okay? We... We can't..." He swung again and again, missing wildly, the zombies unflinching at the blows. They only craved one thing... to sink their claws and teeth into his skin. Nothing would deter them from that single dominant command.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 0:50:47 GMT -8
Jonah danced to the side of the two closest to him and leapt out in a physically inept imitation of some Errol Flynn shit, but miraculously, he hit the ghoulish thing in the temple and took it down! His mace was slim, but powerful. He ran after the other one, as it tried to get close to Sharma, and came down on it heavily from behind. It was a unidentifiable mess of ex-person, now immobile. He barely spun around in time to face the other two and they grabbed at his arms.Thierry had no choice now but to do some self-preservation. He deftly ducked, weaved, and leapt through a mob of zombies bursting onto the open street in a run. He got closer out in front of the horde.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:02:43 GMT -8
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 25, 2012 1:03:48 GMT -8
Dr. Victor moved next to Jonah, the sicking feeling in his gut coming more from loosing sight of Thierry than the stench and infection laced in the air around him. The cramped quarters wasn't the same as smashing these things through a small walkway, and he was certainly not the best of aiming. Of course, he wasn't as bad as Jonah, either. His flashlight came up just to the right of the zombie behind Jonah, cracking the collar bone of the bus driver noisily, giving it ample time to throw it's arm at the unbalanced doctor. His body cried out that he was going to bruise if nothing else, and it would be shaped like a button on his stomach. Thierry did take that one down, though, and for the second time, Dr. Victor was glad for the man's presence. Dr. Victor gasped as some wind was knocked from his sails. He managed to keep a grip on the maglite and swung again, this time clipping the buskar in his temple barely. At least Dr. Melange had been right about that. The busker was less than impressed but was stopped. Dr. Victor put his back to Jonah's because he saw it happen in those Jet Li movies and thought it would be better this way for some reason. "Okay, Columbo... we... he's... okay. Fucking... okay." Thierry's emergence gave him some measure of hope, but it was quickly dashed by the growing numbers. It was painful, but he didn't know where to turn. "I go when we're clear... all clear." He moved to give Thierry's movements a little bit of leeway, and progressed slowly towards the door, stumbling only a little on the gore underneath his pilfered shoes. He trembled, fear taking over.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:11:57 GMT -8
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Post by DKender on Nov 25, 2012 1:18:37 GMT -8
Alex ran into the fray and started swinging at anything that was undead and moving. He helpfully said, "There's SO MANY!" Like Jonah, he tried to avoid being swarmed by darting into the open street, when necessary. Alex sadly lacked Errol Flynn's finesse.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:23:38 GMT -8
Jonah finally disappeared with Sharma behind the barricade. To reduce the risk of zombies bustin in after them, a fight in the streets was had. Lo, the mighty warriors did rage. It looked somethin' like this:
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:30:56 GMT -8
Thierry- "Now this isn't so bad!" The doctor could tell he was worried about Sharma and hoped it didn't affect his combat readiness, as the undead village people closed in all around them... Columbo- "You rotting grey fucks! Fucking die!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:34:59 GMT -8
Tyrone tried to stay close to Alex, angling to close any gaps his wild style left in their defense. It was like having a bull on a leash for your protection - some risk that it would hurt you, but otherwise quite effective. Tyrone- "Hey, kid! Y' gettin' De ja vu too?"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 25, 2012 1:37:44 GMT -8
Dr. Victor was relieved to see the additional people coming through, especially ones who he had seen fight before like Anna, Jackson, Alex and Mr. Page. He had heard of Stevie's incredible prowess, but was unsure about how much to believe. Still, he seemed to be handling himself quite well. Kaito was a greater concern. As he swung, trying to imagine Alex's baseball style, he kept his feet firmly planted, about a little further than shoulderwidth apart. He pushed one of the zombies back with his free hand, the flesh giving way less than the body, the creature still pushing against the force from his arm. It was disgusting, and the good doctor felt a pain on his arm as the poor excuse for Richard Simmons in his cut-offs, sleeveless top and orange fro, bore down with all its might against it with bony fingers. He tried to push it back enough to give him room to swing, and succeeded, if only to cry out in pain as it fell lifelessly against him, fingertips still breaking the flesh of his arm as gravity took over. Dr. Victor wondered if the blood would draw more and quickly retracted his arm against his chest, moving outwards, learning his lesson about trying to do what zombies did as a decent attack plan.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 1:40:13 GMT -8
Stevie- "Hey fella, you're Japanese. Am I doin' this right?" Kaito was too overwhelmed to address Stevie's racism fully. Kaito- "I'm a rocker not a fighter."
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Post by DKender on Nov 25, 2012 1:42:44 GMT -8
"Yes, Sir!" Alex said. "I'm also getting tired!" A zombie wearing dark clothes caught him off guard. It lunged against his chest, grasping at his shirt with almost comical mindless desperation, and almost bit his shoulder. He leaped back in the nick of time and disabled the devil puppet with a powerful swing. "Sure glad I didn't have any wine before this," he said.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2012 2:00:49 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Um... Damn, I guess you are gettin' tired." Tyrone had to grip the bar with both hands and make the most powerful swing he could manage to knock three away from him. A lost breath, a lost beat, and they were coming in again. He bashed them back swinging the other way. Now he felt like the bull, but maybe like a bull with three swords in its side.
Finally he got an opening and started stabbing eye sockets and faces. Tyrone- "This wasn' th' bes' way t' come out hurra, was it now?"
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