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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 2:18:46 GMT -5
Priz can't help but grin a little as he watches the zombie turn around and examin the area with a mindless expression on it's face, trying to find the origin of the saliva. He quickly pulls the bag up, and after poking through it for a moment, begins removing objects.
"Well, welcome to the Beacham Cinema. I'm pretty new here myself, but from what I've seen, we've got plenty of space for you to crash in for a while." Priz pulls out the purse, and looks at the woman, who seems strikingly familiar, before opening it.
"I hope you don't mind. I know how some girls are about their purses."
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 2:23:28 GMT -5
Lachryma stares up at the stares, barely visible in the glare from the cinema's lights.
"Yes, yes, I understand. Is no time for vanity or modesty," she says as she begins to trace lines between the stars with her finger.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 2:39:38 GMT -5
Priz gently pours the contents onto the roof, and begins poking through them. It seems to be fairly standard supplies, with some antibiotics and needles thrown in, and several "woman products". The latter makes Priz glad to be a man, as worrying about that sort of thing AND zombies would be a headache. He picks out a handgun, what looks like an old Russian T-33, and pockets it, along with the ammunition.
He also notes several books, a Russian-English dictionary, and then something that catches his eye...
"The Walking Dead number 6!" He smiles broadly, and holds up a very battered comic book. "I remember reading these a long, long time ago..." He gazes off at something in the distance, then, shaking himself, returns to his task.
After a minute or two, mostly dedicated to deciding whether or not to confiscate an unusually sharp looking nail file, Priz returns the contents to the purse, and hands it back to it's owner.
"Well, I suppose we should head in now." he says, glancing at the horizon, "It looks like rain, and I don't want the other resident getting any ideas."
He motions for the new guest to enter the cinema with his weapon.
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 5:49:50 GMT -5
Lachryma doesn't look away from the sky as she takes her purse.
"Starry night is good sign."
She turns away and starts walking downstairs while simultaneously rearranging the contents of her purse and trying to look in every direction at once.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 6:32:40 GMT -5
As the enter the cinema, Priz looks down to insure that his sleeping friend is still sleeping.
Pointing to the slumped form of the man, he says "That's the other resident there. I don't think I caught his name." Yawning from the exhaustion slowly creeping in, Priz adds "I don't think I caught yours ether."
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 6:40:55 GMT -5
Lachryma cautiously nudges the sleeping man with her foot.
"He is trustworthy? I not wake up dead in this place?"
She turns to the armed man beside her and tilts her head to the side.
"You don't remember the Czarina?"
She looks happy for a moment, then resumes her hunted expression.
"Well, name is Lachryma, Priz-man. When do I get pistol back?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 6:58:15 GMT -5
Priz looks at her again, and recognition dawns on his face.
"I knew you looked familiar. It must have been the lighting or something outside..." he trails off for a moment, "Anyway, I think he's harmless enough. I've got his gun too, so even if he isn't, there's not alot he can do."
Reaching into his bag, Priz pulls out the TT-33.
"I suppose you can have this back. If you had some reason to put a hole in me, you would have done it in the bar." Priz smiles slightly, and hands over the gun and amunition.
"Well, I'm getting pretty tired, and I'm betting some emergency will occure tomorrow morning, so I think I'll get some sleep." Priz smiles and yawns.
"I looked around a bit before you got here, and it looks like there aren't that many rooms. The two in the lobby don't look too secure, and the seats definately arent, so I think I'll take the projectionist's booth. It seemed to have a pretty good lock on it, and I don't want to take any chances. If you want, we can split it. It's not the Hilton, but I think we could comfortably fit two or three people in there. The other alternative is the bathroom." Priz points to two side by side rooms. A very unpleasant smell is coming from them, noticable even from this distance.
"Anyway," Priz says, pulling out a crowbar and using it to pry some seats apart, "I'm gonna go set up my "bed". See you later Czarina, try to remember to turn off the generator when you turn in."
Picking up the cushions from the seats, he heads off to the booth, turns off the movie, and after a little re-aranging, sets himself up a fairly confortable, if small, bed.
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 7:05:19 GMT -5
Lachryma looks rather skeptical about this whole 'locked booth' thing as she puts her pistol back into her purse.
"I sleep next to generator. Is safe place, no? And noise reminds me of busy city streets, is comforting."
She walks confidently towards the generator room as if she always knew where it was.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 20, 2007 7:12:17 GMT -5
Priz debates pointing out that the generator is on the first floor, and that whoever turned it on appeared to have also opened the door with an axe, but deciding that he'd rather not have to split a room with someone who could very well hold a world record for snoreing, he simply waves goodnight and locks the door.
Looking at the ceiling, he quickly falls fast asleep, something which he is unaccustomed to these days.
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 7:25:06 GMT -5
Lachryma turns from her trek to the generator room as she hears the click of a lock, and heads to the concession area. She gathers various soda cans and heads to 'her' room.
Taking some string from her purse, she carefully loops the soda cans into two strings and sets up her crude alarm at waist height and ankle height in the hallway leading to the generator room.
With that done, she flicks her pistol's safety on and uses her purse as a pillow next to the generator.
She falls into a light, dreamless sleep.
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Post by Redwave on Jun 20, 2007 10:02:45 GMT -5
A lone figure on a mountain bike rides up the street. The moniker "Redwave" is stitched into the back of his ski jacket. He stops by a Burnt out hatchback, and spots a corpse making a slow circuit of the cinema. Staying low, he reaches for his pistol...
And finds it missing.
4 blocks back, he had run into a rotter coming round a corner. The blow had knocked the zombie over and sent his pack flying. He must have lost his gun too...
*No going back. There must be more on my trail by now. Come on James, think!*
His knife wasn't an option, the blade was barely longer than his thumb. The tumble had left him with some cuts on his hands and knees, and should any infection get in there he was as good as gone.
But he did have a bike.
Picking it up, he ran for the Zed. It turned, and began to pace at him. Redwave rammed the bike into the zombie's chest. Face down, it began to squirm around, about to right itself. This was not to be, as a hiking boot met the undead skull and it shattered.
*Ok, now what?*
He spies the raised fire ladder. More work for the bike. He puts the handlebars into the bottom rung. Hauling himself up the bikes frame, he is able to get to the ladder. 2 minutes of awkward scrambling later, the bike is off the rung and at the balcony.
Redwave takes out a small dollar store pair of binoculars, and takes a look back in the direction he came. A small group of Zeds is on his scent. 5- no, 6 of them.
*I hope the person who turned on the lights has a weapon.*
He turns inside, to the warm glow of the fluorescent lights.
((OOC: What the hell, this might be fun.))
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 20, 2007 11:22:08 GMT -5
*thump* ... *THUMP*
"AAH"
Micheal wakes up with a start. He heard something coming up the fire escape. Reaching under his seat, he pulls out the pistol he hid under it. The movie had stopped and the other guy was nowhere to be seen.
Moving out of the cinema he looks up at the fire escape to see a man with some binoculars looking out onto the street. The man then turns to come in. Micheal lowers the gun.
"Come on in"
((OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner, i forgot about this for a while! BTW: Lets not get stupid in this on like the elbow room did!))
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Post by Redwave on Jun 20, 2007 11:43:02 GMT -5
"Hey man, you have no idea how long its been since I've seen anyone that wasn't dead. My name's James, everyone calls me Redwave though. I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to trade. My pack is far back there..."
"Oh, and we have some company coming up the street. I'm gonna go check the entrances. Make sure their up double tight. Sorry to bring nothing but trouble, my luck just seems to be in the sewer today."
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 13:40:40 GMT -5
Lachryma is awakened by the sound of the fire escape, and she lays quietly in the darkness of the generator room, waiting to hear what happens next.
When she hears the low murmur of voices, she takes her purse, fixes her hair with her fingers quickly, and dismantles part of her alarm.
Then she creeps into the cinema proper, to see what's going on.
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 20, 2007 14:40:11 GMT -5
Sarpek Shambled toward the lights of a Cinema, which were brightening the Sky. It really wasn't bad being a Zombie, but he Missed Humans. Hafing found a piece of cardboard and some cardboard Earlier, he had messily scrawled the word 'Friend' across the cardbaord, and was carrying it in case he ran into a person. Reaching the bottom omf the Fire Escape, held his sign in one hand while throwing rocks at the metal grating of the fire escape landing.
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