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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 19:36:55 GMT -5
Sorting himself out a little, he pries his eyes from her, turns his head to the bar and-
"JalJohn? Medium vodka dry martini- shaken, not stirred. Thanks."
Trying not to ogle the girl too badly, Leon breathes deeply, drinking directly from a bottle of Tovarisch brand 100 proof vodka that he got at the same place as his spam.
"Damn. Melody needs a medal for talking you into these....most...becoming threads. You look magnificent." He's still reaching for words a little, still shocked into a fit of semi-tongue-tiedness, but manages to speak without stuttering, mostly thanks to the fifth of Tova.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 19:41:51 GMT -5
Lachryma shakes her head slightly.
"Shaken...not stirred. Sounds familiar. Is some sort of Western TV show, no?"
She takes a seat at the bar, trying to ignore how her stool almost collapsed.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 19:58:36 GMT -5
"Yes, actually. Back in the days of a civilized Malton, I was a fan of James Bond. You remind me of a particular movie, even. From Russia With Love.....You should find a better place to sit That stool has been used in too many Human Killings..." His eyes shift left, then right, and he decides against the obvious, indiscreet invitation, and holds her drink in one hand as he indicates a seat on the other side of him. His eyes linger on her brooch, then her hair, and what seems to be an emerald sparkles fetchingly, as well.
"Very well done, very, very well done." He says to himself, not realizing he's spoken out loud.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 20:03:12 GMT -5
Lachryma stands up, then looks for a new seat. After a second of deliberation, she sits on the bar itself.
"Tell me about 'Russia With Love' movie. Is exciting?"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 20:03:21 GMT -5
It was hard to read any signs outside of a building for many reasons anymore. One was the fact that so many signs were torn down, burned, covered in dirt, grime and other fancies of a zombie apocalypse. But probably the thing that damned Murray Jay Suskind's vision the most was the fact that one of the lenses of his glasses had shattered. He even had to teach himself how to fire a gun left handed so that he could aim with the one eye he could see out of anymore.
Standing on the roof of a building he saw a fairly quiet building across the street. The zeds seem quiet, he thought to himself. Just then, as he squinted he saw a rusty metal sign hanging above the heavy metal doorway. "The Elbow Room" it said with just a peak of light glinting out of one the windows. Looking around Murray found a telephone line hanging between the two buildings. The drop was only about 15 to 20 feet, but he was still a bit nervous. He had lost a lot of weight since things started going down. Lost about 25 pounds to get down to the weight of his old peace corps days. He laughed as he thought, Yeah, the fucking peace corps. Pretty ironic that the shit I learned there is saving me now.
Even with his skinnier frame he was still a big guy. A 6'3" frame with broad shoulders made for a lot of weight even with his stomach slowly wasting away. That and his old Tumi bag filled with various goodies was weighing him down, too. Considered a luxury item before the storm hit, the bag designed to take a beating from airline baggage handlers had performed very admirably during the months of running, fighting and holding on, showing only the slightest signs of wear and tear.
As he got a firm grip on the telephone line he swung down, feeling the line give thinking, Oh shit. I'm gonna break a fucking ankle and make enough noise to call all the zeds between here and Hong Kong. However, the line held, just sagging a bit from his weight. He strained across the wire, muscles exhausted from overuse and malnourishment. Eventually he worked his way up to a boarded up window and started kicking the boards in. As he kicked the wire started to sag and sway more, but held until he kicked the boards out of his way and slid in through the window.
He found himself standing in a dimly lit room full of women's clothing laid out across the pieces of furniture. He took a moment to gather his bearings as he heard someone creaking up the stairs, probably seeing what the commotion was.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 20:20:29 GMT -5
"In brief, the KGB sends a beautiful young Russian woman to "defect" to James Bond with an important encoding machine. It's a setup, but he falls in love with her, and she with him. Meanwhile, the KGB tries to assassinate the both of them, even poisoning her at the end. One thinks she is dead, but she lives, and they go on happily ever after. Until the next movie, at any rate...It's my favorite, and I do so love Russian ladies...
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He looks up, hearing the commotion upstairs, asking the air "Zeds on an upper floor? Doubtful. Everyone, let's get ready to wipe out any unfriendly human visitors, eh?"
The sound of automatic pistols and rifles being locked and loaded fills the room, and Leon hefts his fireaxe, but really can't pay much attention to it or the circumstances since his eyes are locked on Lachryma's legs.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 20:23:05 GMT -5
Lachryma almost fell off the bar when she heard a loud noise from upstairs. She unhooked her rifle from her back and strolled to the bottom of the stairs.
"Come down, we hear you!"
She talks over her shoulder to Leon.
"Sounds lovely. Too bad I never see, now."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 5, 2007 20:24:43 GMT -5
Looking at Lachryma's new look Priz can't help but mutter to himself.
"And that's how to ruin a real woman."
Standing up, he turns to Vito.
"It doesn't matter if you break their spines. They can still bite, and that's the dangerous part."
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 20:34:09 GMT -5
From the downstairs Murray heard a heavily accented voice say "Come down. We hear you!" Accompanied by some indistinguishable murmuring. Sliding his Baretta 92G Elite II out of his bag and into his hand he headed out of the room and towards the stairs. He didn't want to cause any trouble, but he knew that some people didn't take well to visitors. After steadying his shaking, exhausted hands, he held the gun ready, but to the side. He saw a striking woman in an evening gown at the bottom of the stairs and heard what sounded like a zombie banging against metal.
He locked eyes with woman at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Sorry about your window. I was just wondering if I could crash here for a while."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 20:35:37 GMT -5
Leon shoots a warning look at Prizz. "That's rude. and just because her silks changed doesn't mean her spirit has. Besides that, depending on who's up there, her beautiful new outfit may very well be in tatters soon enough. So, considering that we have more important things to worry about than your taste in women's apparel, why don't you arm yourself a couple of us go mop up any unwelcome jackholes, eh? I hear your pretty good with a shotgun.
Lachryma...Good God...Here." He hands her the martini finally. "You and Melody watch each other's backs and guard the liquor?"
Leon heads up the stairs, trying not to drool and not caring who follows. Axe in hand, he whispers "Heeeeeeeeere's Johnny!" as he creaks up to the second floor.
He sees Murray Jay and watches the introduction, backing off as he doesn't appear malevolent. Looking slightly bummed, he backs away slowly, but defers to Lachryma for the time being.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 5, 2007 20:38:23 GMT -5
Vito hefts his M-63 "To prove my point I'll shot those zeds upstairs with this, then in the head with my pistol." He stalks off to find his prey. When he reaches the stairwell he pauses to see if "Priz" is coming.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 20:58:29 GMT -5
As people came racing towards the stairway holding axes and assault rifles, Murray took pause. Seeing he was significantly outnumbered and out-armed, he took his pistol out of a ready position, flipped the safety and slowly moved it over his head.
"Man, and I thought I was high-strung."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 21:09:59 GMT -5
Leon returns to the bar slowly, leaning over to get a glimpse of the backs of Melody's thighs. He shivers, then sits down slowly and puts a pistol on the bartop.
"Bacardi! Gold, please." He glances up at the blank, only cracked, television screen. Well, when they're never on, there's no reason to throw anything at them, huh? He taks a shot, orders another, takes a shot, orders another, takes a shot, and looks around at a bar that seems frozen in time. "Wow.....Is that cat suspended in midair between the bartop and the stripper? Hey! Bitch, let go of my puss!!!"
He leaps to his feet, staggers over, and grabs her by her half head of hair, smashing her forehead into the bars until she let's his puss go. She takes a few slow swings of her mouth, but he pulls his arm back, resisting the urge to press his luck by slapping her.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 21:18:19 GMT -5
Lachryma sets her rifle against the bar and walks up to Murray Jay.
"Welcome to bar. I is sorry for poor welcome, but people is weird, no?"
She glares at the entire room.
"When I come to place, I is welcomed with open arms, and when stranger here comes, he is threatened! Be nice, is good for health."
She turns back to Murray.
"I is Lachryma, medic and Czarina. And you is....?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 21:22:36 GMT -5
Leon looks over, and mentions that Lachryma didn't make quite the same ruckus when she arrived. He pets his patchy-furred, rather mangy-looking calico cat, Cerberus.
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