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Post by Sarpek on May 30, 2009 18:46:38 GMT -5
Sarpek hears the ringing of a bell the size of the moon, and shakes his head violently. He slips a shiv out of his sleeve, and aims a jab at Gideon, before wriggling out from under him. His mask has a very large streak of lead running between the eyes from a bullet ricochet. "Leon, What the hell was that!" He can see people's mouths moving, but can't hear anything...
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Post by Vito The Don on May 30, 2009 20:34:57 GMT -5
Vito, who had previously been enjoying the fight, finds the opening for his entrance into the fray. He grabs the BEHEMOTH from the ground next to his chair and aims it towards the rest of the bar in general. "Now, you fools fighting, calm down. This gun fires enough rounds in 10 seconds to make sure there's nothing left behind to identify you by." He throws Leon a bottle of vodka and uncorks a nice red wine for himself. "Now I suggest we drink and make up, unless one of you has a better idea." Looking around the room, he sees the shock and confusion in the faces of the bar's current residents. With a smile in his face he happily says to them. "You expected the Mob to play fair?
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Post by Angel on May 30, 2009 22:04:33 GMT -5
"Hell no I didn't, I've dealt with enough of the Mob and The MOB to never expect a fair fight from either of you people. Luckily enough I'm not on the other end for once. Now Leon is it? If you're that pissed about a little fight being broken up, find me some damn earmuffs and a pillow. Just because I was a zombie doesn't mean I don't enjoy my creature comforts when I can get 'em. And if you cunts are smart and let me sleep for the night, I'll tell you whats going on in the morning over a bottle of scotch. Cool?"
*Looks around with a mask of thought upon his face*
"Oh, yeah, that's right. I've got some ear plugs in my pack!"
*Promptly removes ear plugs and inserts them, and uses his pack as a pillow*
"G'night you assholes. If I get hit while I'm sleeping, you're all dead. Also, in the morning we need to get me a pair of boots, I've got no clue what I did with mine."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 31, 2009 8:09:10 GMT -5
The DJ finishes setting the wires up around his usual spot. Then, taking a long coil of the wires, he leds it up to the roof. In five minutes, a few groans could be heard outside, followed by the sound of someone being hanged. The DJ runs back in the bar about 10 minutes later.
"Um...If anyone decides to go out and sees zombies up in the sky, that would be my doing...Those zombies were chewing through my wires as I was trying to connect it to the mobile phone mast some blocks away, so I guess you can say I showed those zombies the galley."
The DJ returns to his original spot and proceeds to set up the radio transmitter to his turntable.
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Post by Angel on May 31, 2009 9:30:00 GMT -5
*Engel is snoring a bit*
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 31, 2009 9:55:59 GMT -5
Leon takes half the bottle in a quick chug.
"Ahhhh, Russia. DJ What on earth are you doing, man?? There are zeds out there like those flags on strings at car dealerships." Then, slowly. "Saaarpeek. Thaat waas aa buuullet."
Leon goes over and helps him take his mask off. Hm. "Live deaf or die hard?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 31, 2009 10:02:42 GMT -5
"What am I doing? I'm trying to turn this bar into a makeshift radio station to prepare for my radio commentaries for the next Malton Manhunt Event. And I've got less than a month left to get this thing running. In fact, Engel over there is a contestant in the next Manhunt."
The DJ pulls out a list.
"See, there's a good total of 13 contestants so far. Malton Manhunt's organizer, DanceDanceRevolution is here, Engel is here, heck, even Axe Hack is here!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 31, 2009 10:16:18 GMT -5
Sitting back down at the bar, Leon sets Sarpeks mask on the countertop and turns it, looking it over.
"And what exactly IS the Malton Manhunt?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 31, 2009 10:53:17 GMT -5
"The Malton Manhunt is a biannual survivor event held in Malton where a group of participants hide in a set area and hunt each other down in a 'last man standing' scenario. The concept is credited to the Beatbox Kids and has been a private competition exclusively for past or present BBK members. Recent discussion has opened the possibility to future public manhunts. Of course, the next event isn't a last man standing event. It's a most kills (contestants only) type of manhunt." The DJ looks at the mask. "Say...That mask looks familiar..." Jayson Exccks walks in the bar. "Say, anyone see my hockey mask? I might have left it here..." Jayson Exccks spots the mask on the table. "HEY! That's my hockey mask! Where'd you find it?" ((OOC: The first bit is taken directly from the wiki page. wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Malton_Manhunt)) |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 31, 2009 12:15:19 GMT -5
"Interesting. No trouble with bounty hunters?" Leon hiccups and sways slightly. Looking Jason over, Leon pulls the mask away. "No, no, this is Sarpek's mask. see?" *He taps it on the table* "Metal." ((I know. I read the wiki a few days ago. But i figured we could use some dialogue  )) |
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Post by ghostlight on May 31, 2009 13:05:19 GMT -5
Giddien was on the floor, his back to the bar, his pack between his legs. Rummaging through it he began unpacking things that seemed to make a heavy thud on the wooden floor. Looking up at Leon then back to his pack he laughed, “You have a hell of a hook.” He spoke softly, just loud enough for Leon to hear.
After unpacking his rucksack he resinched the straps, the pack seemed smaller now. As he sat there he began taking off his web gear, he seemed almost a different person now, like some part of his humanity had come back to him. The web gear looked complicated after it was taken off, pouches and bags, clips and hooks.
He began to sort through the items he had taken from his bag, a pair of shin guards that ran up to the knees, a set of thigh guards. Giddien stood slowly and began to dress again, after his lower body was covered with the new gear he picked up the reaming pieces and set them on the bar. The vest went on next, he strapped it into place, then began putting the web gear back on, loosening the straps so it fit over the armor. After the web gear was on, his shoulder and gauntlets where put on and everything was strapped down.
Giddien turned slowly his Halo gear almost complete. “I need to go for a walk” he put the helmet over his head, looking at Leon. He held his hand out to Leon, “You’re a hell of a man, I’m glad to have met you.”
OOC: Alright I have a pic that can show you what he looks like with this gear on. But as I am in Iraq right now my net dosnt want to work right so I will put the pic up in the morning.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 31, 2009 13:51:45 GMT -5
Watching all the equipment come out as Giddien gears up, Leon raises his eyebrows. Now that's how you go to war. He nods his approval and scratches his stubble. Leon shakes Giddien's hand, then rubs his own. His hands were sore as hell. He'd better get something on them if he expected to use so much as a first aid kit. Lots of other things hurt, too. His ribs, his thigh, his arm. His face. Damned steely bastard Giddien. If he ever hit that guy again, it would be with something harder. Like a truck, maybe.
"Bah. 'You never truly know someone until you fight them'? Haha. Well, you ain't so bad yourself. I guess nerves just get a little raw when we live in this shit long enough, eh? Anyway. Where you goin'? Nothin out there but death and unlife. Hehe. Oh- who'd you say you came into Malton with? Halo? What's that? You boys sure pack some heavy metal."
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Post by Angel on May 31, 2009 16:25:48 GMT -5
*Sits up, yawns and removes the muffs*
"Alright, now who wants some Scotch? Vintage is first year quarantine?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 31, 2009 17:22:22 GMT -5
Leon looks left, then right, then left again. He grabs a glass and pours some bourbon into it. Beneath the bar, his foot edges an empty bottle of scotch a little further out sight.
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Post by Angel on May 31, 2009 17:53:29 GMT -5
"So what did you nudge over there? Don't think I didn't se your muscles twitch."
*Looks under the bar and sees the empty bottle*
"Who's was it? If it's mine, I don't care. You know Moggridge? The birthplace of the RRF? Yeah. During a strike I was in with some old friends I hid hundreds of bottles there."
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