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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 23, 2007 13:17:02 GMT -5
Micheal hears a scream of pain and then a series of loud bangs. He looks around, when a piercing sound echos all around. It doesn't bother him though, which he finds strange. After hearing another loud bang, he turns round and runs back down to the basement door. At the enterance he sees Redwave.
"What the hell is going up there?!?"
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Post by Redwave on Jun 24, 2007 15:23:53 GMT -5
"There was some shooting, the other guy got himself bit, and our barricades are looking fairly impregnable. Y'know, the usual."
Redwave then spots a new person, hovering over a rats nest of electronics. Obviously the scource of the music, Redwave decides to let the man explain himself before he breaks his legs. He pointed at the stranger.
"Ten seconds. You have ten seconds my friend, to explain yourself and your actions. Then I will smash that machine of yours, alongside a few other things."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jul 20, 2007 16:17:31 GMT -5
((OOC: Continued from "The Streets of Malton" section))
Magatsu reaches a nearby building, and with him the darkness once more descends upon the city of Malton. He sits down with his legs crossed and watches the building as it's boards and almost all the lights spread their luminicens over the closest buildings, and briefly wonders if this place won't draw zombies like moth to a flame. He tries to find some way of getting to the Cinema from where he is now, but can't seem to find a building that is close enough to jump from. So he picks up piece of old pipe he finds on the roof, and hurls it at the Cinema, smashing the C in Cinema, and sending few sparks down towards the pavement in the process....
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jul 31, 2007 9:34:32 GMT -5
After a long wait that seem to stretch out for an infinity, and whiteout any sign of life from the cinema, Magatsu starts looking for a way down from the building he's on. He finds a ladder leading down into an alley, but only gets about half the way down before he sees that the last few steps of the ladder has fallen of. He makes a face, looks around to make sure there isn't any zombies lurking in the darkness, and jumps onto a dumpster, making a huge crashing sound and leaving a dent after the impact. He quickly jump down behind it, and stays there for a few moments thinking over his options. He cant go back up to the roof now, unless he wants to climb the walls, which seems too risky in the dark anyway. There doesn't seem to be any doors leading into the buildings around him either. Though there is a few windows a about 3 meters up on the opposite wall. If he pushed the dumpster to the other wall he could jump up and grab the ledge, though he'd have to break the window first, and if there's any zombies inside they'll hear it. He could of course just walk out the alley and head for the cinema down the street, but the zombies will most likely have moved towards the light by now.
After pondering for a while, he gets up, pushes the dumpster towards the other wall, and heads out towards the street....
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Post by Vito The Don on Jul 31, 2007 18:35:52 GMT -5
(Vito is form the "Elbow Room" Continuity)
The roar of a high octane engine is heard. Twin beams of light peirce the darkness. A 1979 Pontiac Trans-Am with a turbo charged engine roars down the streets of malton. Vito looks out of the window and watches the building fly by. He spies a sign up ahead and nods to the driver. The brakes screech as they stop the car. Vito slowly opens the car door with his good hand. He silently motions the two mobsters with him to move towards the door. He walks around to the back of the car and opens the trunk. Inside lay the tools of Vito's trade. His BEHEMOTH automatic gatling shotgun and his trusty Black & Decker CCS818 18 Volt Cordless Chainsaw. He shoves the chainsaw into the notch were his hand should be, and hefts the massive gun in the other. Moving as quietly as possible they slowly open the doors and walk to the projection room. After several minuits they find the reels the want. Into one of Vito's mysterious duffles go an original printing of Army of Darkness, and The Evil Dead 2. As they move to leave, he spots a copy of The Punisher in the corner. He quickly grabs it and sprints out of the room, his mafia right behind him. As he packs up and leaves the theater he looks back and motions to stop the car. Quickly he retrives a LAW form his duffle. He takes aim and shots the landbased missle at the theather sign. As the sign showers bits of flaming debris behind him, he slowly walks back to the car. Looking over his shoulder he shoots a missle at the doors of the theater for good measure. His thirst for movies and explosions sated, he heads back to the Elbow Room, were things make sense to him, and he belongs.
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Post by albub on May 6, 2008 18:32:04 GMT -5
From his perch atop the Sertin building, Alex surveys the street outside of Beacham cinema. The scorched ground and rubble around the entrance and on the roof trouble him, but zombies were already smashing through his makeshift pipe barricade downstairs and it was only a matter of time before they got on his express elevator to the roof. A grin came to his lips as that last thought passed through his head, picturing a crowd of zombies shuffling aboard the elevator, growling and moaning, then going quiet suddenly as soft music began playing in the background. Swaying softly as the elevator began its ascent to the roof. Quickly growing rambunctious again as the doors opened and they swarmed out of the enclosed space.
After his moment of daily levity, Alex decided he ought to get to work. He finished the scotch that remained in his glass before lovingly wrapping it first in a silk cloth, then bubble wrap. The self control it took to save the bubble wrap for his scotch glass rather than popping it all was monstrous, but it was little struggles with himself that kept him sane, or at least he hoped he was sane. He carefully placed it in his bag on top of his jacket, and then placed his sweatshirt on top of it before zipping the bag closed. It was full to the zipper with his effects, and the tight fit kept the glass from moving around too much in his bag.
Shouldering his pack, he took quick stock of the rooftops around him. The blasted concrete around and on top of the cinema would be awful for parkour, and he didn't want to chance it. If he fell he could break a bone or worse, his scotch glass. Opting for a safer route, he ran along a metal strut emerging from the corner of his building and leapt out into the air. He landed on a sloped spire of the nearby hotel roof, and slid down to the eaves.
He took a moment to make certain his pack was secure, and still zipped shut. With a quick look to his previous rooftop, he noted the zombies hadn't found the stairs or the express elevator yet. He crept along the eave, and then dropped on to a balcony below. He tried the glass door, but it was locked. Glass was rare in Malton, most of it had been broken by now. He opted to leave it be, perhaps drop by some other time to appreciate it in the midday sun. He leapt across to the adjacent balcony, and the glass door was indeed shattered. Luckily, it had broken inwards. Zombies couldn't parkour, so he doubted one had gotten to the balcony from the roof or adjacent balcony, and he guessed the room was safe. After a quick sweep, he determined it was indeed devoid of any life, and besides the empty minibar, and slept-in look of the bed, there was hardly any sign of inhabitants, past or present, at all. There was still a little bit of water left in the tap, so he added it to his depleted canteen, along with a chlorine tablet.
Moving on, he managed to leave the hotel without a single run-in with the undead. However, once he made it to ground level he chanced a peek at the Sertin's rooftop. He could see a few zombies milling about, and one even spotted him. He winked at just before it tipped over the side of the roof and fell 14 stories to a messy end.
He strode over to the cinema's entrance, appraising the damage from closer up. He whistled with amazement, it looked as if some moron had fired a bazooka at the front doors. No doubt some juiced up freak, maybe trying to settle a score, or maybe just looking for an adrenaline rush.
At any rate, the blast had destroyed the front doors, and caused a serious fire in the lobby area. What had likely been barricades were strewn across the floor, and a drink machine had been blasted open, scattering soft drinks everywhere. He picked up a fanta and cracked the top, drinking deeply from the delicious grape soda. Opening his bag, he took out his shirt and jacket. The shirt was crisp, but unremarkable. The jacket on the other hand, was a veritable treasure. It was a beautiful Cornelian linen jacket, and had cost him more than 2000 dollars. He had bought it while on a trip to eastern Europe, and besides the scotch glass, it was his favourite possession. He also pulled out Steyr-M handgun, it was a beautiful firearm, and had recently gone out of production. He made sure the scotch glass was still wrapped in protective clothing, then zipped his bag shut again, and set out for the first time in weeks without his scotch in hand. He wanted to savour the fanta.
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Post by albub on May 7, 2008 14:29:49 GMT -5
As he wandered the darkened hall of the cinema, Alex allowed his mind to wander.
"dammit, I lose again..." He muttered, nearly startling himself as his voice broke the still air. He scolded himself for his carelessness, and prayed there weren't any zombies - or worse - hostile humans that had heard him. He hated fighting in his nice jacket.
With a start, he realized he hadn't hid his bag, just left in in a corner in the lobby. He turned around and maintained a faster, less cautious pace as he retraced his steps, hoping nobody had stolen his scotch glass.
It remained untouched in the corner, where he had left it. Still, he felt compelled to look inside and ascertain that all of his things were still inside. Nothing had touched it.
He took it with him this time. To be on the safe side, he took out the scotch glass, and carefully unwrapped it, making sure not to pop any precious bubble wrap. He then opened a fresh bottle of Glenfidditch scotch. Not as high quality as he would have preferred, but he couldn't afford to be picky. Liquor stores were running low wherever he went, and killing someone for their scotch - regardless of the quality - is not a classy thing to do, and only to be done as a last resort.
He needed somewhere more secure to stash his effects, and resolved to find a way up to the roof.
He wandered down a corridor with screening rooms on either side of him. Someone had scraped "DO NOT ENTER" in rusty block letters on one of the cinema doors, and while he wasn't interested in catching a film right then anyway, he made note of it.
Eventually he came to a ruined stairwell, with a tattered rope hanging from it. It looked as if it had been tied there for months, maybe years, and was rotting away in the damp. He downed his scotch, took off his shirt and jacket, and wrapped the glass in his clothing, then set it in his bag. He tied the bag to the rope, hoping it would hold, before taking a few steps back to assess the damage. It seemed someone had set to the stairs with a sledgehammer, and hacked away the ruined pieces with something, maybe a grinder or - more likely - a hacksaw.
The stairs were untouched after about 10 feet, maybe a little higher, so with little effort he just jumped up using the wall as an extra platform to push from, and grabbed a hold. In one of his frequent moments of reflection, he was mighty glad he had decided to learn parkour a few years back. With a bit of monkey work, he finally swung his feet up on to the stairs, and gently began to pull the rope - and his pack - up towards him. With a sigh of relief he brought it over the edge without the rope breaking, and set it down carefully.
He kept going to the roof, which was gone in places. No doubt as a result of the dolt that had blown in the front doors as well. He found a convenient hunk of rubble, and withdrew everything he would need for the next few hours before tucking the rest away safely under the blasted concrete. He walked to the edge to get a glimpse of Sertin in the dying sunlight, and with a smile watched the zombies still milling about aimlessly on the roof. Then he stepped in something that felt distressingly human.
He started and stepped back quickly, looking at his feet and cocking the hammer on his Steyr-M. It was just a body, charred and aged, almost definitely not a zombie, but he stomped the skull nonetheless. There was an old russian pistol on the ground a short distance away, a t-33 perhaps. There were no spent casings on the ground by the corpse nor the pistol itself. Indeed, there were no signs of struggle at all. This person had likely been keeping watch from the rooftop when the rocket hit. He hoped he could get his hands on the idiot that had fired it.
He headed back inside, with his scotch glass refilled and in hand, and a sweatshirt this time. It was torn and bloodstained, but he'd far prefer fighting in it than his fine linens.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 8, 2008 10:13:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Not sure if I can really continue from where I left, but I'll do it anyway...)
After having been knocked out by the explosion by a sudden and entirely unprovoked rocket attack, Magatsu wakes up surrounded by rubble and some shattered glass from what was once the neon sign above the cinema. He manages to sit up against the nearest wall, and tries to recall getting there... Nothing, that bump to the head was worse than expected it seems. After realizing his body seems weaker than normal, he starts feeling himself up, in case he's suffering from blood loss or something. Nothing, though it apperas as if both his hair and beard are a lot larger than they were the last time... The legs protest, but after a while he manages to stand up, hands desperately clinging to the wall to remain standing. After a while, the blood starts pumping a bit more, and he can more or less stand again. After a while, he realizes that he hasn't eaten in days, his stomach is cramping, and it's probably part of why he feels so weak. Trying to get to a store would probably be the best idea, since there's always one forgotten can of cobbled peaches or something laying around, but in this state the thought of walking over a few feet seems like climbing a mountain. Instead he starts moving towards the cinemas entrance, hoping that there's some stale popcorn or something to eat.
Rounding the corner, the entrance seems better of than expected. The door, and the wall around it is demolished of course, but it's a lot better than expected. After stumbling over the rubble, falling down a twice, and having to rest once, he gets inside. It's dark in the entrance, but luckily, there's still light outside. The entrance is of course a mess, looting and makeshift barricades have made sure of that. Magatsu throws a few chairs in front of the entrance. At least that way he'll hopefully hear any zombies making their way inside the cinema. Not that theirs any guarantee that they're not already there. He might actually be blocking his escape... Not that he could get aways from a zombie in his current state, but still.
Making his way towards the candy shop, hoping to find something to eat, he steps on a empty soda can. The sound startles him for a bit, and he almost loses his balance. Kicking the can to the side, he manages to get over the register and after rummaging trough cupboards for a while, finding nothing, he lays down on the floor. After starring up in the celling for a while, he tilts his head to the side. He notices a box in the back of the lowest shelf of one of cupboards, and dives in after it. It's a box of Snickers, or at least a bad Chinese ripoff. Doesn't matter really, he eats 3 of em straight away, and puts the rest in a plastic bag he finds on the floor. After resting for a while, letting the sugar and peanuts work their magic, he gets up. After thinking about what to do, he decides to head into the cinema. Magatsu draws his sword, and walk down the corridor towards the theaters.
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Post by albub on May 8, 2008 17:17:43 GMT -5
As he crept through the darkened halls of the cinema, he found evidence of serious human habitation, including a beat up generator. It was pretty deep inside, and he wondered how a rocket could have caused that much damage unless whoever fired it came in for a third shot. There weren't any burn marks though, so even that theory was basically out of the question.
The sound of shuffling feet caught his attention, as well as a can clattering across the floor, and something slumping to the floor. Some zombie had likely tripped on an old drink can and fallen onto a shelf in the concession area. Rising slowly, and checking the load on his handgun, Alex began to head toward the source.
His plan was to deal with the zombie and then throw up a makeshift barricade. He had forgotten to even throw some chairs across the doorway to make noise in his haste, and since most of the stuff in the lobby was too heavy or too small to be effective, that was likely all he'd be able to do.
He resolved to change his plan when - to his surprise - the zombie turned out to be an emaciated man shuffling weakly down the corridor with a sword drawn. Since Alex had a gun, and was definitely in better shape to be running around, he figured he could be friendly right away, and run or shoot if the man was hostile.
He now regretted not wearing his linens, but he supposed he would almost seem pretentious wearing them compared to the man's tattered clothes.
"Hey, friend. You're in awful rough shape, looks like you're hella hungry. I've got some jerky in my pack, and some scotch if you can find a glass. I guess there are paper cups everywhere, but they could be dirty... Your call. My name's Alex, and I'm new here."
He hoped the man was friendly.
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Post by Sergius Bianchi on May 9, 2008 12:45:12 GMT -5
Sergius briskly walked through the ruined streets, beads of sweat forming on his painted forehead
"A man can't even go home anymore without those damn zombies wrecking the place."
He grumbled under his breath, trying to find a nearby building that hadn't been locked down like a ramshackle fortress. He stopped dead in his tracks, hearing a groan of hunger, no doubt from a shambling corpse
"No rest at all."
He frantically turned around, seeing the creature that was following him. Reacting as quickly as his fear would allow him, he reached into the loose pocket of his physician's coat and produced a pistol from it, taking aim and firing at the beast, only to be met with an empty 'click'
"Garbage.."
He hurled the empty firearm at the zombie, hoping to throw it off if only for a moment as he advanced toward what appeared to be a movie theater.
((I'm a bit rusty, how was that? Also, did I mess anything up about the current condition of things at the theater? I'm coming into it a bit late. ))
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Post by albub on May 9, 2008 22:40:59 GMT -5
((Not late friend... We're starting over. You're doing fine so far, 'cause I'm waiting on Magatsu's response before I can do anything. In the future try and advance the plot a bit more. You should interact with at least one person per post.))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 11, 2008 6:39:12 GMT -5
Magatsu hears someone walking towards him before actually seeing him. The mans voice surprises him a bit. It's much louder than he expected, but it's probably becuase it's dark, and he is pretty banged up... "Hey... Uhh, I'm Magatsu. There was an explosion here, and I got hit by... something. I don't know really, it's all kinda hazy." He puts his sword down, and sits down against the wall. His voice much clearer now than before, thanks to not having to force himself to stand, sounds once more: "I'm not sure about the whiskey. Not that I don't drink, but I might fall asleep right away. I'm not exactly ready for a ball or anything, but I guess you've noticed that already. I wouldn't mind some jerky though. You can have a Snickers if you want? I found a whole box in the candy shop."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on May 11, 2008 12:10:33 GMT -5
"Damn...cellar...doors....always....so....jammed. How you ever managed to lift these things, brother, is beyond ME!"
With a firm shove Ivan Khrushchev dislodged whatever had been jamming the cellar door(which happened to be a person) which acted as an exit for the many makeshift free running lanes covering Malton. He throws his medicine pack up first, followed by a sack of various alcoholic drinks.
"Careful with those comrade!" Tovarisch yelled from behind him. "You could break them!" "Look at you. Middle of a zombie apocalypse and you're worried about your vodkas and scotches. Glorious comrade Khrushchev, the big red drunk."
With a final exertion of energy Ivan lifted himself out of the cellar to see the man he had shoved out of the way laying groggily on the floor in front of him, surrounded by a box of snickers.
"Well well, haven't seen a lot like this since the Elbow Room. Don't mind us, just a wandering doctor and his drunk but dependant brother." Ivan said with a smile. "Anyone in need of medical attention?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 11, 2008 15:07:51 GMT -5
From somewhere behind Magatsu, a frantic cry rings out, and before he can turn, a foot is planted solidly in his back. Whoever is doing the kicking is obviously somewhat out of shape, as Magatsu manages to keep his footing, only stumbling a few feet forward.
Quickly, he whirls around, only to find himself looking down the barrel of a very big revolver.
The man holding it has what looks like almost a year's worth of beard growth, and is incredibly grimey. His clothes are in shreds, and he would look fairly comical were it not for his holding a big, shiney gun. He blinks, then, with another warcry, pulls the trigger.
*click*
The hammer falls on an empty chamber. Magatsu looks at the guy's gun, the guy looks at his gun, then the two look at eachother before the man runs off, screaming something about conspiracies and russian medics. He dissapears into the lobby, and you can hear the sounds of frantic barricading and very loud cursing coming from the upstairs balcony.
((Sorry to hi-jack you, Mag))
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Post by albub on May 11, 2008 19:28:14 GMT -5
Stunned by the haggard man's assault on Magatsu, Alex takes some time before he responds to Magatsu. Finally, and deliberately, he addresses Magatsu.
"I'm fine pal, I'm not a fan of simple carbs anyway. I'll stick to the jerky."
He tosses s stick of dried meat to Magatsu before turning to the Slavic men stumbling out of a dark trapdoor.
"I'm fine, not even a scratch. My friend here on the other hand looks like he's literally starving. I don't know if there's a special procedure for treating that or not. Would either of you men like some scotch? It's only Glenfidditch, but one can't be choosy these days."
He lifts his glass for emphasis.
At the sound of even more frantic footsteps, he looks at the door. He can see a man with a painted face scrambling for the doors, which had been cleared by Magatsu's assailant.
"Why the rush, guy? I hope you didn't bring company, there's a crowd of zoms in the Sertin building and if they hear anything it'll be game over for us in here."
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