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Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 20:02:31 GMT -5
Lachryma finally snaps out of her hunger-induced stupor.
She glances around.
"Ah, Leon and Mel lady return. Is...vaguely disturbing."
She reaches into her bra and pulls out a small jar of caviar.
Using a shell casing, she delicately begins to eat.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 21:09:37 GMT -5
"Lachryma, what's the matter? Thought you liked rat? ValJohn, make the nice lady a rat-kabob! Or some catburger helper, whichever!"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 21:23:56 GMT -5
Lachryma waves him off, then continues to eat.
"No, no, people in bar no like rat, and I must fit in with crowd, no?"
She pauses for a moment.
"But rat sushi with scotch sauce...No, I eat this for good cause."
She has almost finished the jar.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 21:38:35 GMT -5
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...sometimes you make me look quite sane, sweet Lachryma. I happen to favor the rat, though" and he eats the ratkabob he ordered for her, with some soy sauce.
"So, how are things outside the womb-walls of our Elbow Room?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 6, 2007 21:43:41 GMT -5
"I keep telling him we'd make more if he did stew or something ..." Mel slides another rum and coke to Leon, deftly snags the pack of smokes before they can get any further and tucks them into her cleavage.
"It might be cat, mostly it's squirrel and pigeon, if you really must know. Sundays we get all fancy and roast the little bastards. You ever try to stuff a pigeon? They're tight."
"Order's up ...who's eating?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 21:47:25 GMT -5
"Actually, I was thinking of doing exactly that, but she had other plans. Then again, there's always later...Hm, I should keep a rat as a pet sometime soon. Maybe they have zombie-sense! Never know..."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 22:00:54 GMT -5
Lachryma glances around the bar. There's guns everywhere, and some of them have actually been cleaned in the last decade.
She stands up and stretches.
"Is touch boring, no? How about we take field trip to nearby sights?"
She stands in the middle of the bar expectantly.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 6, 2007 22:01:33 GMT -5
"Leon, think about it. If they had zombie-sense, why would they be in Malton? You can't tell me those barricades are tight enough to keep in rats. No, I'm afraid they're just as dumb as we are ...
I wonder if the deaders eat rats. Do they just eat humans?"
She leans on the back bar, waiting for more orders, half-heartedly cleaning a bottle. "Khruschchev, you want all the extras on your burger too? We got a ton of government cheese-type food product." She gives up the pretense of cleaning, leans over and plucks the iPod from Leon's bandolier. "Where'd you say the Zeppelin was?"
"...field trip?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 22:07:29 GMT -5
"It's on the playlist right before Paris Hilton and right after Britney Spears." Leon looks shamelessly and appreciatively down Melody's button-up shirt and swallows. He doesn't want to get smacked,
so his hands stay on the bar. "And maybe the rats are smart enough not to get eaten, smart enough to gnaw on living, too-stupid-to-get-out-of-the-way zeds. Free food, no predation...Field trip? I'm sorry, but Tova and I are obligated to guard the Rum, Vodka, Whiskey, and other distillations. Bring back fun stuff, though. Like....a live girl. Maybe something in a redhead."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 22:11:45 GMT -5
Lachryma glares. At everybody. Twice.
"Lame people, too lazy to leave comfort zone. Fine, I go to nearby museum and get pretty things I hear of. Perhaps I find painting of the Motherland."
She stalks up the stairs. You hear the sound of a boarded-up window being ripped apart and the soft sound of a rope twisting in the air.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 6, 2007 22:19:42 GMT -5
"You know, I find her a bit judgemental, but I blame it on her upbringing. Nice enough girl, though. D'you suppose she's a spy? If she is, d'you think she can get messages to the outside world? Cuz, like, we're almost out of olives."
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Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 6, 2007 22:19:48 GMT -5
When Roz enters she paints a perfect picture of paranoia. Tripping over her own feet several times, whilst looking over her shoulder continuously, one might wonder how she scaled the barricade to begin with. The dark charcoal eyeshadow(or maybe just the ashes of human remains? Who knows) cannot seem to drown the wide green eyes that don't seem to stop moving, latching onto everything in the room at least once...no, twice, before settling on the bar and the broad bartender that stood grunting behind it.
She stood still for a second, looking at him suspiciously as she inched her way over to him placing her right hand into the back pocket of her black daisy dukes, reaching for something but leaving it alone. He gave her a queer look as she strained to peer over the counter (having to stand on her tip toes being only about 5'3") for who knows what reason, stopping to only glance up at the him as he set his eyes on her heaving bosom, covered only by blood stained gauze and an overly large black fur coat. Apparently not finding anything too interesting behind the bar, Roz promptly sat down on a bar stool, glaring at the fat man for what seemed to be several minutes before mouthing 'rum' as she took out a pack of cigarettes and a pistol clip from her coat. Understanding her well enough, he poured her a shot while she pulled her long fading pink hair out of a tight bun and shook her head dramatically, catching a glimpse of Leon as she did.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 22:21:49 GMT -5
"And I will wait here until a redhead manifests. I will think of her as a gift from the gods of Malton." He pauses as she leaves, then goes on"I like my liquor, dammit. I'll leave when I have something better to do."
((*edit: fixing double-post))
Leon turns to the new arrival and grins broadly. "I am SO glad I didn't say 'let me be struck down by lightning'....Hey, new blood. You a mime?"
He turns to Melody and says "Well, she is from a totally different culture....And I don't think they're known for olives. Or cherries. Maybe potatoes?"
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Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 6, 2007 22:34:24 GMT -5
She quickly sets her eyes back on the bar pretending he had not said a word and mumbles something to herself. Meanwhile her hand snakes its way over to the recently poured shot of rum.
She manages to glance once more in Leon’s direction before downing the shot and placing the glass back on the bar.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 6, 2007 22:47:40 GMT -5
Melody lights a new smoke from the butt of the first, grounds the old one out in her ashtray. "Yeah, yeah, culture shock and whatnot, they don't have internet over there? M' gonna have to have a talk with her about that fryin' balls thing."
She wanders down the bar, gives Murray a smile. "How's your burger, man? It's the beaks that make it best!"
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