The Elbow Room

[Leon Silverblood]

"I haven't been down there since DJ Spinbad SOMEHOW let infected alligators in like...a year and a half, two years ago. ((way back on like...page 20?)) How would I know? Used to be a free-running lane out of here. Can't remember where to...You'll have to ask Captain Stupid down there."

He snaps his head down again, glaring at the doll.
"SH! Trying to hear down there, damnit!! Shut your trap!...I don't CARE about your hair. *sigh* Look, I'll brush it out later okay? Okay. Sit tight sweetie."

[ghostlight]

They where well trained, there movements not wasted, no formation broken. The six upstairs had formed there defensive formation and waited. The sound of boots downstairs, Giddien knew what he was up against.
Six men spared out on the first floor, each one covering their field of vision. The four men still outside formed there perimeter.

[Noah]

Noah sneaks up oh so quietly behind Leon...

"Go look!"

With that he pushes Leon down through the trapdoor.

[Vito The Don]

Vito grabs Leon as he falls. "Remeber, I was down there a couple days ago, the escape route to the mall is now choked with zeds."

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon flew forward, "wha-?".
He dove into the cellar headfirst. There was a crack and a groan. Stupid man. Diving into a cellar? I mean really. He picked himself up and started cursing at Belinda for pulling a prank that could have broken his neck. Muttering and swearing, he began to wander.


A few minutes later he was coming UP from a basement. The free-running lane had taken him several blocks, and he squinted into the darkness.

He turned around and around, listening. Finally, hearing nothing. he pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. Too startled even to scream, he immediately smashed it fully into the man's face, then swung it hard and began beating him savagely with wide, neurotic eyes that seemed to say, "HOLYJESUSFUCKMONKEYSINNARNIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

When the man lay still, he shone the light on him, looking over the tactical equipment. Leon looked left, then right conspicuously, then slowly moved the light down the unconscious body to it's feet...A few minutes later, he had new boots and some fancy gear strapped to him. He sauntered around for a moment, grinning and strutting, then collected himself, kissed one of the dolls that hung from his new bandoleer, and headed upstairs.

Minutes later there was a loud shattering as a second floor window erupted, the cascade of glass like a gown over the dark figure that flew backward through it into the air over the street. Leon stood in the window and watched the soldier, guard, whatever land at an angle and break a leg, an arm, probably an ankle.

"You broke my leg!" the man screamed up at him, holding it and lying on his side like Peter Griffin. Leon retorted "You broke my fucking window!!" In what may have been sincere lunatic anger, Leon began throwing things out and down at the man. An office chair, drawers, anything he could, occasionally actually hitting the man below, who finally crept behind an abandoned old car for cover.

Leon cackled and looked around, tossing a grenade up and down in one hand and talking idly to his barbies. The men he'd sneaked by on the first floor would know he was here now, but that was okay. He needed to have a talk with them anyway. "Now what are you boys up to here...?"

((Noah you bastard! And thanks anyway Vito But I'm gonna use it to drag Giddien back hehe. You boys play nice in the bar!))

[Noah]

Noah hears explosions and yells echoing from the cellar. He yells down into the cellar

"Leon, you okay?!"

There's no response.

"Scream once if you need help!"

Still no response

"Okay, he's fine."

Noah walks to a corner booth and motions for ValJohn to bring him a beer.

[Leon Silverblood]

((LOL good to know you care!))

[albub]

Dan looks worried, but Noah seems to know what he's doing. Dan joins him at the bar and asks for a beer. ValJohn grunts and pours him a glass of something that vaguely resembles beer, but in no way resembles the beer he asked for.

"So uh, do we just sit around and drink all the time, occasionally pushing one another down dark holes into certain danger? I mean, there's nothing wrong with that, but doesn't it get boring the fifth, sixth time you push your friends headfirst to their potential death?"

[Noah]

"That's why I get creative. Ass first, shoulder first, flying kicks... The dude from 300 stole that from me, you know. And give me a break, I just stopped being insane a little while ago. Blanking out and coming too in your birthday suit makes you pissed off, like PMS with less bleeding."

[Sarpek]

Sarpek looks around the cellar. "Darn. There goes my Steve Irwin impression." He climbs onto a quadbike, and revs the engine before heading off through the sewer tunnels to the zoo.

[Noah]

[OOC/=]Sarpek, you might want to look at Leon's second to last post a little harder. There are no crocs and he doesn't need help[/OOC]

[Leon Silverblood]

((He's probably going to pick up more god damned crocs))

[Sarpek]

Sarpek returns, with several crates on the back of the quadbike. He unloads several tranq guns, electric prods, and spare ammo. "Just in case someone goes crazy again."

[ghostlight]

The sudden noise below brought him back to reality; somebody was here and didn’t belong. He stood and turned in one fluid movement, the world seemed to slow. The scream of an M134 filled the room as the desk seemingly melted away, in a rapid succession Giddien fired his remains four shells. Targeting vital points as he jumped, using the desk to vault forward. Cocking and trying to fire again, the weapon was empty, still in the air he slung the empty weapon at the closest man smashing his face and dropping him to the ground.

Landing with a roll he had drawn his knife and hand gun, they did there bloody work with great ease, slipping under the defense of one, he put the barrel of the gun to the man’s kneecap and fired, as he did so turning he sank the blade of the knife into the side of the next mans chest.

Standing, Giddien kicked out catching another in the chest and knocking him back, firing three shots in rapped succession into the falling man’s face. Giddien stumbled back as he caught several shots in the chest and shoulder from the fifth mans M-4. Giddien charged, dropping his weapons he gripped the man’s throat, the M-4 was pinned between them. Giddien drew his head back and slamming the heavy metal mask against the troopers face. A sick crunch filled the room as the man crumbled to the floor; Giddien crouched and picked up his knife and the fallen M-4, “hello my new friend” looking up at the last man, “You guys have some nice and shiny toys...”

[Leon Silverblood]

"Hey-oooooooooooh!" Leon hollered as he did a jig and stepped to the outside, dodging a nice right cross that might have really rung his bell. It was slow but nicely executed and Leon smiled appreciatively as he kicked the man's right foot out from under him. Following up with a left hook to the temple, he was giggling like a sneaky schoolboy and cracking jokes with his dolls before the last man in black hit the ground beside his heap of fallen comrades.

"Making his way to the third floor, he poked is head in the room where Giddien was and watched the action. He stepped in, grinning, and waved at Giddien. "No, no, just me. I swiped a bunch of their gear but it's yer oooold buddy Leon. Now if you wanna finish our business from the night we met, that's one thing," Leon said matter-of-factly, a cheerful grin on his face as he produced a tuft of paper and lit it on fire. "But I was thinking we should all just sit back, chillax, and enjoy a nice friendly barbecue!"

Leon put a foot on the shoulder of the first man Giddien had felled. He was rising. The man was all loved-up from the abuse of lead slamming into his body armor, concussive damage had beaten his organs about. He kicked the man over onto his back, the bloody face looking exhausted and pained. Leon held the ball of flame on the edge of a knife now and whispered loudly "Hey watch this. A friend of mine told me you have to question people before you kill them." To the soldier, he said "This is a glob of jellied gasoline in some saran wrap and toilet paper. Bit of magnesium in there, too, I think, but I wouldn't swear to it. Once it starts burning, the fire eats through the plastic and releases the icky. Also, once it starts burning, pretty much anything can tear the plastic. So if you drop it on something, splat! Sticky fire! I love the stuff. So- on to the questioning!"

Leon paused a few moments, deciding where to start. Finally it came to him. "Where IS Waldo???," he asked. Then he turned the knife blade over and the man was suddenly very energetic as flames spread across him. The improvised mini-molotov was burning right through his clothes, flak jacket, and through HIM! He rolled around. It didn't help. He only spread the flames. In a few moments, he was a torch, screaming and running around until he went right through the window.

Leon watched all this with horror. Just as the man went through the plate-glass, he shouted, "No, wait! I mean what's the meaning of life!!"

Screams. A crash when he landed on a car. More screams. It hadn't killed him. But they were already weaker. A few more moments and there was nothing.

"Jesus Christ. Now I'll never find Waldo."