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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 11, 2008 19:49:43 GMT -5
(Wow, this is getting a bit confusing. I like it! And no worries Priz, although i was sitting down you know... ) Magatsu presents a confused smile. His brain have given up trying to register what's actually happening, and is busy showing him a interesting but impractical display of colors and shapes. After having realized that he was just assaulted, and a guy he's meet before was apparently hiding out beneath him, he gives out a sigh. "This seemed too normal to be Malton at first..." After having gathered his fake Snickers, and started chewing a bit on the jerky, he manages to get to his feet. He can stand quite steadily now, but he doesn't look in shape for anything more violent than a cup of coffee at most. "Hey, thanks for the jerky." He turns to the guys coming out of the trapdoor. "I'm mostly just hungry, but I did get knocked out by a bomb or something a few days ago. I feel like crap, but that might be from hunger I suppose. Hey, what's you guys names? I think I've meet you." He gestures at Tovarisch. "But I'm not all sure. Might be the bump to the head. Or the foot to the back..." He casts a glance down towards the lobby, half expecting the guy in the beard to come charging towards him with a makeshift spear or something. But he seems to have given up his attempt to murder Magatsu for the day. Which comes as a bit of a relief for Magatsu.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 11, 2008 20:07:09 GMT -5
((Sorry, must have missed that. I was trying to think of some way of getting back into the story after living wounded by myself in the theater for almost a year. When it comes to me, I'll post something with a little more substance.))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 11, 2008 20:13:36 GMT -5
((As long as you don't name a volleyball Wilson and have him diagnose cancer, I'm fine with it.))
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 11, 2008 20:22:40 GMT -5
From the upstairs balcony, the people in the theater can hear the sounds of a very loud and apparently one-sided argument taking place. A dull *thump* is heard, and a half-deflated rugby ball flies out of the balcony.
"SPALDING!" a haggardvoice cries, and the bearded fellow suddenly appears at the edge of the balcony. With much effort, he hoists himself over the side, and without so much as pausing, casts himself off the side, towards the theater floor. He lands with a thud, and a gust of air escapes him as he's knocked out cold.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on May 11, 2008 20:53:24 GMT -5
Ivan props his back against the wall, sighing heavily as he watches the strange man and his rugby ball fall to the floor. "Same old Malton."
"About that drink..." Tovarisch says, shakily lifting himself out of the cellar.
"Oh shut it brother!" Ivan shouts, smacking his brother in the head with a first aid kit. "You have a bag full of that poison right here. Drink til your liver fails, but I can't guarantee I can find you a new one again."
Tovarisch hoists a bottle of C4NT Premium distilled vodka, Ridleybank brand, from his medicine bag, and drinks heavily from the bottle. "The boss was always one for scotch, but I prefer..." he takes another swig. "...vodka!"
"You damn drunk." Ivan says with a sigh, lightly kicking his brother in the side. "I'm gonna go tend to that jump victim. You play nice Tovarisch."
Tovarisch shrugs, taking another swig from the bottle, and turns to Magatsu. "Hey you, bomb boy. I met you at the Elbow Room yes? Those days are a bit hazy to me, what with being drunk or zombie for half of it, but I don't forget a face like that." Tovarisch cringes. "How much of that jerky ya got?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 11, 2008 21:08:16 GMT -5
Priz regains consciousness, and wakes up to the smell of vodka and scotch. Bleary eyed, he can just make out a figure standing over him. At first, his eyes light up with panic, and he reaches down to his pocket, apparently trying to retrieve a lost weapon. His vision clearing, he realizes much to his relief the man is holding a medical bag, and isn't trying to eat him. He immits a low murmur, something about the angels not being very pretty, and slowly sits up.
Shaking his head in an effort to fully regain his senses, he quickly glances around. He takes note of the people around him, then with a sigh, speaks suprisingly clearly:
"I guess you are going to kill me and take my kiwis or something now."
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Post by albub on May 11, 2008 21:40:10 GMT -5
"I've got plenty of jerky friend. Here, have some. I hope to hell paint-face here hasn't brought any zombies with him, 'cause a groan'll finish us. As it is they're probably shambling down the stairs or maybe got back on the express elevator."
Alex tosses a stick of jerky to the drunken Russian, who he likes already, before taking another sip of scotch.
"As for that crazed bearded man your brother is attending to, I wonder what's going on with him. He may have been here before I was, and just isn't reacting well to strangers... But I thought I swept the place alright. I didn't go into room, so I guess he might have come from there."
He looks at the bottle of vodka, and recognizes the label.
"Are you with the news team? I've met several people who have been fighting for Burgundy in my travels. What a goddamn hero, that guy is a legend. He inspired me to drink scotch in fact. I've grown to love the stuff."
He tilts his glass towards the man, whose accent gives him away as either a Russian or from a former soviet republic. He might recognize the Swarovsky crystal glass if he's from the Czech Republic.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 12, 2008 5:23:49 GMT -5
Magatsu decides it's time to check out the cinema a bit more. He walks down the corridor, checks out the toilets, and a few of the screening rooms. The emergency exits are all closed, and there are a makeshift barricades in front of them One of the screening rooms have been remade so that people can sleep in it.
He walks back towards where the other people are hanging around. "Looks like this place is better than expected. The only thing that's not all safe is the front. We need a bit more barricades there, but then we should be alright."
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Post by albub on May 12, 2008 16:25:57 GMT -5
"Good to know. Help me shove this drink machine over in front of the door. It won't hold long against a crowd of zombies, but it should stall a lone zombie for long enough to find more stuff. I already mentioned it, but there's a big crowd of zombies in the Sertin building. Like at least a dozen. We need to find something to barricade with fast."
He then stands and walks over to the vending machine's husk. He pulls all the remaining drinks out of it, and then turns to the other men in the room.
"Neither of you are in much shape for heavy exertion, but we need to erect this barricade, and fast. A hand would be nice."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 12, 2008 22:44:12 GMT -5
Priz looks terrified at the thought of zombies. He leaps to his feet, ignoring the looks the strangly familiar-looking medic is giving him, and raises his hands in protest.
"No way. This floor isn't safe. Ever since that nut blew up the front entrance, dead people have been wandering in and out, despite my attempts to barricade it. We'd be alot better off upstairs. All we need to do is block off the staircase, and then we can use the fire escape to get in and out of the building."
He pauses for a moment, staring intensely at the fellow pushing the vending machine around.
"Or at least that's what I'm going to do. You can stay here for all I care. For all I know, you guys are just as dangerous as whatever's out there, and I like being able to sleep with both eyes closed.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 13, 2008 5:22:01 GMT -5
Magatsu looks around for a while, at each of the people standing around trying to figure out what to do. "It wont hurt to have some barricades down here, but it's probably safer to sleep upstairs either way." He goes over to help Alex with the vending machine.
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Post by albub on May 13, 2008 12:48:35 GMT -5
((I'm gonna go ahead and forget about Sergius... He's been outside the door for a while and hasn't spoken up, and he's making it tough to advance the plot without his input. If he wants to bang on the 'cades after they're in place so be it, but I'm not about to concern myself with him.))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 13, 2008 13:06:28 GMT -5
((We'll figure something out when he comes back here again. If he does. We'll see))
When the barricade is finished, Magatsu can't help but feel a sting of doubt. He doesn't really know these people, and one of them has already tried to kill him. "Not that I dislike anyone or anything, but is there any working locks left in here? I prefer to be on the safe side when it comes to new acquaintances. And besides..." He nods in Priz direction. "You almost killed me once already."
((Priz, did you have any name for your character, or should I just go with Priz?))
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Post by albub on May 13, 2008 15:37:11 GMT -5
"I don't know if there are any locks, but you could probably barricade yourself on the inside of one of the projection rooms if you're sketched out. I'm just gonna sleep upstairs, because the staircase is destroyed, no zombies will be able to make it up there."
He takes another sip of scotch, and then with a chill realizes that he doesn't have a safe method of getting his scotch glass upstairs.
"Uh, maybe I'll just sleep down here... watch the barricades and all that."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 13, 2008 20:06:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, it's been a while since I've seen anything that hasn't been trying to eat me in here."
Priz gives his new roommates an appraising look. After a moment, he walks over to the vending machine and helps shove it into it's place.
"You are fricken' nuts to stay down here." He grunts, straining against the heavy machine. "There's a few rooms upstairs, but most of the doors are pretty busted up. One does have a lock, and a pretty solid metal door, but that one's my room."
The vending machine finally slides into place, screeching as it's small metal legs dig furrows into the linoleum.
"If someone has some repair skills, there's what's left of a generator in one of the utility rooms. Hopefully the idiot with the rocket launcher didn't damage the electrical system too badly. I've been meaning to see if I can rig everything back up, but.. THEY'VE been all over this place since everyone else ran off."
Dusting his hands off on his pants, he looks more closely at Magatsu.
"You look familiar. Were you hold up in a bar a ways away from here a few months ago? I think I recognize those other guys from someplace too." He points at the Russians.
((You know, I never really thought of the name thing. For some reason, everyone here called me Cameron for a while, so if you want to use a name, that's the one to use.))
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