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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 15, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
Leon pulls the rope off and hogties Noah instead.
"He'll come around. Meantime, no killing him. He's saved YOUR ass a few times, I'm sure. And mine. So we give him every chance we can that doesn't get us killed, ok?"
Leon drags DJ with him to the bar and shoves a bottle in his mouth, upending it.
"God is perfect; man is not.
Man made beer; God made pot." he quotes. "And this is what we got. So drink up! Finished already? Have another!! It's good for the libido."
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Post by albub on May 16, 2009 15:49:26 GMT -5
Dan pulls out a bag of grass and throws it on the counter.
"From what I understand this is premium quality hydroponic pot. I don't have any papers or a pipe, so she's all yours if you've got the implements to smoke her. I don't have a scale either, so I haven't a clue how much it is, but if you're willing to give me another bottle or two of booze I won't even ask you to share."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 16, 2009 16:14:34 GMT -5
The over dosage of alcohol Leon has poured in the DJ's mouth knocks the DJ unconscious. Meanwhile, a man with a hockey mask walks. The man takes off the mask. It's Jayson Exccks. However, Jayson Exccks is not what he looked like last time. He seems to be a little bloodier then ever. What's even more suspicious is that the blood doesn't smell like zombie blood, but rather human blood. To top things off, Jayson Exccks isn't even injured.
"Let me get a Coor's. Those zombies are something. At least, I think it was zombies. Heck, I could have killed a survivor in the process for all I know. I tend to go a little crazy with my chainsaw at times."
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Post by Sarpek on May 16, 2009 19:42:53 GMT -5
There is a rumble, and Sarpek's tank rises up through the cellar trapdoor, sections of the floor flipping up, the trapdoor clearly having been expanded. The barrel tracks around to aim at Jason. Sarpek opens the top hatch, his head sticking out. "I think it's time you were put to justice. And I know just the one." He levels a large chrome plated revolver. "Meet Judge Colt, and his jury of six."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 16, 2009 20:47:20 GMT -5
A horde of zombies appear behind Sarpek. Jayson revs his chainsaw.
"Watch your back!"
Jayson Exccks puts on his hockey mask and leaps into the undead crowd and tears the zombies to pieces with his chainsaw. Now he smells of both zombie and human blood.
"Now where's that damn Coor's?"
((OOC: Heh. In case you haven't notice by now, Jayson Exccks is gonna play both survivor and zombie sides for fools. It's like he's a double-double-double agent! So I guess you can say Jayson Exccks is on his own side...Or you could probably say he has multiple personality disorder...))
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Post by Sarpek on May 17, 2009 21:28:58 GMT -5
"Meh, I still don't trust you." Sarpek pulls the trigger. "Leon, got any more rope?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 18, 2009 18:04:41 GMT -5
Sarpek shot the hockey mask off of Jayson Exccks.
"Ouch....I can see I'm not welcome here..."
Jayson Exccks picks up the broken hockey mask and leaves the bar. He turns his head to the left and sees Noah. Noah is still hogtied, and there's two female zombies teasing him. One of them looks as if she's trying to fit a ball gag onto Noah. Jayson Exccks turns his head to the right, where on the right, there is an ongoing battle between a horde of zombies and a small band of survivors. Jayson Exccks runs to the right and enters the battle. In a mere few hours, the only person left standing is Jayson Exccks. Everyone, the horde of zombies and the small band of survivors, have been decapitated by Jayson's chainsaw.
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Post by Sarpek on May 18, 2009 18:40:02 GMT -5
"Come back, Coward!" Sarpek slams the hatch closed, and roars out of the bar, firing after Jason with the revolver, steering with his knees. The tank veers around the street, swiping cars, and running over a few less fortunate zeds.
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Post by Noah on May 18, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -5
Noah has been thoroughly knocked out. He's not coming around anytime soon...
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 19, 2009 2:14:57 GMT -5
((Sorry, I've been dru- uh...busy))
Leon stands back from the unconscious DJ, looking quickly left and right before shuffling away. Oops, he thinks. But he'll be fine...I hope.
He sees something out of the corner of his eye and his face finds a happier grin than he's seen in a few days. "Hey! Strippers! It's a partay!"
He unties Noah, shrugging "Sorry buddy, but I think I can put this to better use," and hauls the femzeds behind the bar where nothing is seen, nothing is heard, and some hair and skin flies up into view every once in a while.
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Post by albub on May 19, 2009 12:48:26 GMT -5
Dan sits at a corner booth, drinking heavily, a deepening look of confusion spreading across his face. He has until this point assumed that everything currently happening at the bar was just a bad acid flashback, but he is coming to the terrifying realization that this place is actually just completely crazy.
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Post by Noah on May 19, 2009 14:10:03 GMT -5
Noah starts to come to. He pulls himself across the floor and underneath the table where Dan is sitting. He hugs Dan's left leg like a teddy bear.
"Good night, mommy, see you in the morning."
He kisses Dan's leg.
"Good night Mr. Cuddlekins."
He's an affectionate little looney, isn't he. Noah then falls asleep, cradling Dan's foot in his arms, tight enough that Dan can't easily slip it out.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 19, 2009 15:38:15 GMT -5
Leon reappears from behind the bar, draws his pistol and fires twice at something or things out of sight. He wipes his hands, grabs a bottle each of scotch, whiskey, and rum and saunters over to Dan and sits down across from him. He pushes the bottles across the table, looks down nonchalantly at the sleeping nutter Noah, then speaks.
"There's a few drinks in trade for the happy grass. Haven't seen any of that in months. Maybe years. Don't mind us, by the way. The zombie apocalypse is a little stressful and while we may hold our wits together tighter than a gnat's ass when the zeds...or terminators? Really, what the fuck?...appear, when the danger isn't imminent, we blow off some of that steam by, uh, lowering our inhibitions. Now let Doctor Fubar give you something to help you relax."
Leon has been fiddling in his coat and before Dan can object, Leon has jabbed him in the forearm and is already cleaning the needle.
"You'll see some pretty colors and feel really good before I finish saying 'Dan, what a cute kid you have!'"
He grins and pats Noah on the head, then watches Dan to make sure he doesn't have some adverse reaction like breaking out into hives or spontaneously combusting.
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Post by albub on May 19, 2009 17:10:29 GMT -5
Dan immediately begins to hallucinate that he is spontaneously combusting. He grabs the bottle of whiskey and begins pouring it all over himself, believing it will put out the flames. Then, when he is unable to move his feet, he begins to believe that he has become a tree. He holds his arms out straight and starts asking people to douse the flames.
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Post by Vito The Don on May 19, 2009 17:37:27 GMT -5
Vito parks his bike outside the bar and slide off. To his right there seems to be a man with a hockey mask duct taped together, covered in human blood. He pulls out his phone and take a picture of the man, sending it to one of his many leutenants. He then dials a number, "Vincenzo, two questions. Who is this man, and have they gotten out of town yet?" a garbled voice comes through the other end. "I warned you Don, not to mess with me. Now you're enterprize is about to come to a screeching halt." "Q you double crossing bastard, did you even bother to look in the case I gave you?" The voice comes back, now far more panicked "Don, wait I didnt I mean, what I was sayin..." The line cuts off, as Vito has already dialed a number on his other cellphone. His smile is that of a cold hearted business man as he walks through the door of the bar. Vito grabs a bottle of Vodka his men had left for him and collapses into his favorite chair. "How's it been here gentlemen. For me the days been work,work and more work. Running the criminal underground of a city is a pain in the ass."
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