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Post by albub on May 13, 2009 21:10:41 GMT -5
"Haha, I'd really dig some peyote, but if morphine's the best you have then sign me up."
Alex winces as the needle pricks his arm, but within moments of the fluid entering his bloodstream he starts to feel better. He patiently awaits the warm embrace of opiates.
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 13, 2009 21:15:22 GMT -5
Kawamura takes the bag of saline from Leon, holding it up. "My area of medical expertise is pretty much limited to making sure people live long enough to get to a real medical facility." He looks at Alex. "Do they stay dead?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 13, 2009 21:48:10 GMT -5
Remembering the old addage "the more-phine the better", he loads Alex up with a shot of liquid Happy and then hoists him up into the air.
"Kawamura, any suggestions? Where we goin'?"
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Post by albub on May 13, 2009 23:54:47 GMT -5
Alex tries to articulate a response to Kawamura's question, but the drugs are already taking hold. He starts to mutter about Japanese men eating sticky-cake and hiding in bottles. Then, he experiences a moment of lucidity.
"The man, the radio, Johnstone Towers, I think he's dead... We've got to get out of here. The man, the Don, he's dangerous. He blew up the cinema the first time... You don't come back, not here. The bar, they can't kill us there... Not permanently."
He spoke frantically, his voice growing louder as he continued to speak. It was clearly a great effort, and he went limp once he finished speaking.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 14, 2009 2:54:32 GMT -5
Leon shakes his head, looking at Kawa.
"The bar is a madhouse and the Don he speaks of will be there as surely as the sun shines. Most of the men there carry death and disaster with them as surely as they carry obscenely overpowered firearms. There must be another place."
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Post by Vito The Don on May 14, 2009 15:16:53 GMT -5
"And you guys fail to see that this mythical 'Don' is clearly me or one of my former rivals." He slowly pulls a Desert Eagle from a previously hidden holster and points it at the group. "Now I'm not one for how you two are talking, and I have a very important business deal to attend to here. This can go two ways, you go out of here for about 10 mins or things will get messy." A car pulls up and a 30 year old man, wearing military fatigues with the rank of major steps out. He walks towards Vito, clutching a duffel bag and holding a firearm of his own. "Don, I thought we had an agreement, that we'd be alone." Vito looks back to them and states "Yes, they were just leaving." Under his breath he whispers to the group, "This is strictly business, and I can tell you, you will be rewarded for this." Vito turns back to the man. "Q, I have the parcel, and you best make damn sure you never, ever contact me again. Get this out of the city within 2 hours or I will kill you personally." Q grins as he takes the briefcase out of Vito's hand and drops the duffel. "You know who I work for, there's no way you'd have the balls to even make an attempt on my life." Vito looks at the man with a gaze that could freeze the sun. "2 hours, and to show I'm not kidding, you're about to get a text message that T was killed by a sniper. Remember, you're in my town, and you play by my rules, or else it's going to get ugly for you, real fast." Q's phone starts to ring and he swears loudly. "You haven't seen the last of us Don, not by a longshot!" He screams at the Don as he walks away, visibly shaking with rage. Vito laughs and opens the bag at his feet, counting what seems to be syringes filled with a yellow liquid. He picks up the phone he had previously thrown and makes a call. "Enrique, make sure those bastards are out of here within the next two hours, if not, you know exactly what to do. No, no survivors."
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Post by albub on May 15, 2009 14:14:35 GMT -5
As he is carried away by Leon and Kawamura Alex struggles to raise his head and shout at the Don.
"The guys, they shot me, and the army guy. Were they yours?"
His head sags again and he whispers to Leon
"Where do we... Where if not the bar? A hospital?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 16, 2009 0:55:36 GMT -5
"I rather like the Quartly Study Group. A bunch of folks, many librarians, fighting to defend the Quartly Library in Roftwood. It's not too far from here, and there are vital resource buildings nearby. NTs, hospitals, factories...a cinema..."
Leon nods to Kawamura and turns in the appropriate direction, one arm supporting Dan in tandem with Kawa, the opposing hand ready with a small Ruger.
((I'll start a new thread today, QSG rp, as a location. One day, we'll have trouble following this.))
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Post by Vito The Don on May 17, 2009 11:27:51 GMT -5
Vito sighs heavily and trudges back towards the bar. "Always the bar, It's always back to the bar. Sometimes I wonder why in the hell I stick around the bar." He smiles as memories of the times past at the bar slide through his head. "Thats why." He jumps on a Harley previously hidden in a townhouse garage and takes off towards the elbow. "I hope that place is still standing." He wonders to himself.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 19, 2009 3:12:59 GMT -5
((Been a little busy. Sorry! Back now!))
"The same reason we all stick around the bar, Don, baby! Whiskey, women, Wu- uh..Wu-...Whiskey! Where we going? Ah, this way!"
He nearly drops Alex, regathers himself, and points in a direction.
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 19, 2009 22:36:40 GMT -5
Looking at a GPS unit in his left hand, Kawamura calmly says, "Quartly Library...City coordinates six six, five two." Putting the unit in a pocket on his vest, he takes a small radio clipped to his vest and speaks into it, "Ogden, Sawyer, rendezvous at city coordinate X-ray six six, Yankee five two. Read, over." A female voice replied over the radio, "Five by five, RV six six five two, Sawyer out." Kawamura looks at Leon and Alex, then points northeast, not the direction Leon is pointing. "We're going that way until we reach a mall, then we head east from there. We're a few klicks away, about twenty or so minutes."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 22, 2009 19:14:43 GMT -5
((I've been spending a lot of time writing pages and pages lately. I'm a bit spent. Sorry, I'll open a new location soon, but for now, I just don't have it, as is evidenced by my recent short and infrequent elbow room posts))
Leon pours a shot of rum into Alex's mouth. "Alright Kawa, we'll follow you." He waves his pistol lazily and it goes off, accidentally head-shotting a zed he was totally unaware of right next to him.
"Well. That's lucky."
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 23, 2009 21:44:09 GMT -5
Kawamura watches the zombie fall. "Right..." He again speaks into his radio. "Ogden, Sawyer, I've got two civilians with me, one is armed, the other is dehydrated. ETA at RV three zero minutes. Kawamura out." Returning the radio to his vest, he shouldered his HK416, checking the rifle's AG-C/GLM 40mm grenade launcher. Shutting the grenade launcher, he takes a small spray canister from his vest and tosses it to Leon. "Pepper spray. Works extremely well on zombies if they aren't holding on to you." Hearing a groan from very close by coming from an until then unnoticed zombie, Kawamura took another pepper spray canister from his vest, turned, and sprayed the zombie in the eyes and nose, then slipped the canister back in the vest as it started thrashing blindly. "We need to go now."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 28, 2009 0:26:40 GMT -5
Leon takes the pepper spray and looks it over "neat. and I won't shoot myself in the foot again when I'm drunk." He adjusts Alex's weight, tucks the pepper spray in a pocket, and looks around. "So who were you talking to? I haven't seen any organized survivors around here in a long time, unless you count the Elbow Room where getting hammered is a team effort."
"My names Leon, by the way," he adds, unable to remember if he'd introduced himself yet. "Formerly of the Malton Rangers."
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 28, 2009 19:52:13 GMT -5
"Friends of mine," Kawamura answered. Looking at the recovering zombie, he drew a suppressed Mk 23 Mod 0 from a thigh holster, aimed it at the zombie, and shot it in the head. "Sebastian Kawamura. Medic and engineer. We need to get going before more show up." Holstering the pistol, he started moving northeast, towards the mall.
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