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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 20, 2007 15:00:37 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, but can we keep zombies and humans enemies please? Remember, they are the unthinking dead, not friendlys. Just for the sake of the RP, if your killed as a zombie no getting up 'till revived, okay?))
Micheal heard the creak of the door leading to the generator room. He spun round to see a woman peeking out of the corner. "AHH! Who are you?" said Micheal, surprized by another newcomer.
Hearing something hitting the grating of the fire escape, he quickly climbed up to it and looked outside to see a zombie throwing rocks at the landing. Bringing up his pistol, he shot the zombie staight through the head.
"Dammit, with the noise he was making, we'll have more than just a little company"
From a few blocks away came the unsettling groan of more zombies. Looking down the street, he saw about 10 to 13 figures slowly shambling towards the cinema.
"Crap. Hey new guy and new girl, help me fix up the barricade, we've got at least 10 zombies on thier way here now. Oh, and my names Micheal by the way, Micheal Rhoads"
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 15:58:11 GMT -5
Lachryma looks vaguely annoyed at being ordered about. She calmly starts looking at her fingernails.
After an appropriate amount of time, she jogs to the barricades and starts rearranging the lighter items to make them fit better.
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 20, 2007 16:07:56 GMT -5
"Sorry if you don't like being ordered around, but i don't zombies breaking in here!"
Micheal pushes up a drinks machine against the 'cades. It looks pretty secure now.
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 16:12:37 GMT -5
Lachryma wonders how this strange man knew what she was thinking. She keeps a close watch on him.
She pulls some Skittles from the concessions area and takes a seat on the counter. She slowly eats the Skittles while staring at the barricade, with the occasional wary glance at the strange man who apparently owns this cinema.
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Post by Padre Romero on Jun 20, 2007 17:50:25 GMT -5
Overhead, the intercom buzzes momentarily, and emits a crackling sigh, just like a mildly frusterated technician would make while trying to coax a damaged CD player back to work...
then, the sound switches seamlessly to a rendition of "The Egemont overature", as the zombies close in...
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Post by Redwave on Jun 20, 2007 17:56:54 GMT -5
"What the Hell? How many people are in here anyway? Damn, that music is gonna bring everything for 5 blocks down on us. If only we had the time to move that car outside up against the doors. They'd never get in here."
He turns to Lach.
"I suppose we could've met under better circumstances. Name's James McCullough, but my friends call me Redwave. Sorry 'bout the Zoms coming up the road, I think they came with me.
I'm apologise. I don't have the time to exchange pleasantries, but I need to find something deadly, and snack food isn't going to cut it right now."
Redwave began to look through the screening rooms. #3 was dark, no one was home. He helped himself to the remainder of Micheal's popcorn and went on to door number 2.
"Oh, CRAP!"
Some severely decayed bodies were in the isles, remnants of the previous occupants. It looked like they had fallen back inside this room and been overrun.
Covering his mouth and trying vainly to hang on to the popcorn he had just eaten Redwave did a cursory survey of each of the bodies. At the bottom corner in the rear he found what must have been the last survivor. In his hands was a pickax, one of the tips broken off into the head of another nearby corpse. Grabbing it he quickly gets out of the room. On his way out he carves "Do not enter" into the door. He walks back to the main lobby, carrying his new found weapon. Upon his arrival he finds that Micheal has frenziedly put everything heavy that isn't nailed to the ceiling against the doors.
"Calm down man. I know you must be stressed, but like, take it down a peg? Okay? Lord knows I don't need any more crazy people as it is.
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 18:47:07 GMT -5
Lachryma continues eating her Skittles in silence as Redwave talks to her.
When he turns away to search for a weapon, she utters an unheard "Bye."
Finishing her Skittles, she looks up at the intercom. She appears to be weighing the threat level of the unseen yet not unheard person. Apparently she makes a decision when she hops off the counter and walks to the barricade.
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Post by Padre Romero on Jun 20, 2007 22:22:52 GMT -5
In a booth in the dreary depths of the building, a man hears the music boom throughout the theater, it's polyphonic patterns slowly reaching out, drawing every zombie in earshot towards the classical melody... He adjusts the sound levels, to allow for maximum reverbaration off the less-than-acoustically-sound walls of the theater, and allows his hand to hover over a bright yellow button on his ramshackle sound machine....
The fingers on his other hand are crossed tightly.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 21, 2007 2:06:02 GMT -5
Priz jumps awake at the sound of the music, pistol in hand. Slightly delerious from just waking up, he stumbles about for a moment, before grabbing his rifle and running out of the room.
Arriving in the lobby, he sees the Czarina, his friend from the day earlier, and a newcomer working on barricading the door.
"What's going on down here?" He yells in Lachryma's general direction, and then in a slightly accusatory tone, he looks over at the two men and yells "And who's the jackass that turned on the music? We'll have everyone within a kilometer coming to check it out, living or dead!"
Quickly and without waiting for an answer, he runs over to the generator room, fights with Lachryma's alarm system, and opon entering, flicks all the output switches to off. Not only does the sound continue, but the lights continue to blaze, not even faltering. With a angry growl, Priz picks up a heavy steel bar and smashes the dynamo's case with it. Jamming the bar into the machine, Priz breaths a sigh of reliefe as the generator cuts out, along with the lights and sounds.
Pulling back the bolt on his semi-automatic rifle, Priz moves back into the lobby, where he can faintly see the outlines of the three other people by the light of the rising sun.
"Now" he says quietly, casting his gaze over the others, "Firstly, I'm personally going to destroy every speaker in this building, since someone obviously can't be trusted with the PA system." He says, forgetting that he was sleeping behind a locked door in the room where the aformentioned system is located, "Then I'll figure out how to get that generator running. Properly this time too..."
"Secondly, does anyone feel like telling me what's going on around here, and why I was woken up at such an ungodly hour?"
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Post by Redwave on Jun 21, 2007 6:46:35 GMT -5
"We got company. There were 6 coming up the road about half an hour ago, that was before that damned music started playing."
Just then the first two Zoms hit the front doors. The barricades are unshaken, but the noise continues.
"How many people have you got in here anyway? That psyched out guy couldn't have done it, along with the lady over there. I was just down the hall, and I'm sure they didn't leave the main lobby."
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Post by Lachryma on Jun 21, 2007 9:05:35 GMT -5
Lachryma looks in surprise and awe as the lights cut out. She seems happier then before.
She walks quietly away from the barricades, determined to keep a low profile. Death was not for her.
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 21, 2007 10:21:07 GMT -5
5 more zombies hit the barricades. They didn't budge
"Look, i have no idea who turned on the PA, but let's start working together, OK?"
Micheal does not see the slight outline of the woman sneaking away from the lobby.
"Their must be a room we havn't found yet"
Micheal fumbles his way back to the generator room, still clenching his pistol. Inside the room, Micheal fumbles around on the floor. Suddenly, his hand felt something. A trap door.
Opening up, he could see a dim glow coming from somewhere down there. There was a short ladder going down to it. He jumped down instead. Landing with a thump, he stood up, raised his pistol and moved forward towards the dim light. As he turned a corner, he saw what looked like an old man hidden in shadows next to a sound board. He had his finger over a large button.
"DON'T MOVE!!" Micheal shouted at the man.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 21, 2007 16:05:08 GMT -5
Priz looks through a crack in the barricades, where he sees a very decayed eye looking back at him.
"Well, this seems to be a fine mess. They know we're in here now, and we can't shoot them without bringing more. Sooner or later they're bound to get through that pile of junk." Priz looks around for a moment, as if assessing his new situation, then dissapears up the stairs.
A few minutes later, he returns with his bag in hand. Stopping at the top of the cinema's spiraling iron staircase, he takes a very thick rope from his bag and ties it to a nearby seat. Then, taking out a hacksaw and small sledge hammer, he goes to the bottom of the stairs and begins demolishing them.
"I'm all for "working together" and that sort of thing, but I'd like to be sure I have a place I can fall back to incase things go bad." He explains, smashing apart the stairs. "This way, I don't have to worry about waking up dead, due to you or the zombies."
Finishing with the stairs, he walks over to the elevator, and pries open the doors with a crowbar, which has also been taken from his obviously very heavy bag. He looks around for a moment, then swings his crowbar into the control panel.
Walking back into the cafeteria, he grabs a few cans of soda and some bags of candy, and stuffs them into his pockets. Throwing the bag up onto the difficult to reach second floor, he grabs the rope he secured earlier, and giving it a tug first, climbs up it. After putting away his things, he comes back down.
"Now that's a little better. That rope comes up at the first sign of trouble, and when I go to bed." He says matter of factly, and to noone in particular. "So, what exactly am I supposed to be doing to "work together" now?"
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Post by Padre Romero on Jun 21, 2007 18:08:31 GMT -5
At pistols end, the mysterious stranger raises both his hands, in the glow from the swaying celing light, Michael could see a small pattern, something like a bar code, tattooed on his left wrist, his face is just visible, and somewhat familiar, though michael can't quite place the age. He remained seated, and staring straight at his small consol...the fingers on his right hand remained crossed.
"Well shoot," He says, in a near whisper, "I'm afraid I'll have to bite the bullet on this one," He chuckles a little, possibly in an attempt to make himself appear less threatening "you're welcome to rifle through my things, and I'm sure you'll discover that I'm somewhat bear-eft of arms...save for the two you seem to have lofted..." He gazes down at his control board again, and bites his lip glumly, "You know, If your aim is to avoid harm, I assure you I won't be triggering that, but it'd be nice If I could have my hands free to save your friends..."
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Post by Redwave on Jun 21, 2007 18:09:59 GMT -5
Redwave walks up to Priz. He can see this guy knows his shit. Good sign.
"First, hello. Call me Redwave.
Second, I have an idea. I left my bag a couple streets back, I had to run in a hurry. It's choc full of stuff. Chinese food, bullets, some fireworks, and a couple other goodies I'll explain later. I'm going to go down the fire escape and bike to get it. Some of the Zeds at the doors might follow me, added bonus. Anyways, once I have the pack I'm going to set off the firecrackers. The noise should cover your shooting. Once the guys outside are down, shove that junker in the street against the doors. If we're lucky, my noise will attract the zombies that are coming here for that music.
I think you, that lady, and Micheal can move the car, but even if you can't it'll buy us some time.
Wait, where's Micheal? he was here a second ago."
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