The Elbow Room

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon pokes the new girl in the shoulder. "So what's your name? Neon Flux?" He grins and waits for her attention, and hopefully an answer.

[Murray Jay Suskind]

Murray picked a chunk of gristle out of his mouth, "Not bad. Although I'm starting to wonder about the welcome I received, you know with the guns and axes and all. How come everyone else gets such a nice welcome here." He stretched for a moment. "What are the rooms like? Do they have beds? Because I need to catch a bit of sleep."

[Lachryma]

A slight crash comes from upstairs, along with some acidic foreign words. After a moment, you hear:

"Don't shoot, I is back!"

Lachryma skips down the stairs carrying a large parcel wrapped in ratskins. She quickly unveils the parcel, showing off her new painting, which she quickly shoves in everybody's face:



"Is absolutely lovely, no? I hang above dead dancer's cage."

[Melody Arachne]

"Um ... that's nice, Zhivago. It sorta adds a bit a' class to the place. You sure you wanna leave it there?" Chuckling, she hands her the ever-present barricading hammer and nails.

She turns to Murray- "You just had the bad luck to come in when they were comparing gun size, hon. You know how bad guys are about that sorta thing. Yeah, there's beds, and the doors lock, too. Take the first one on the right, top of the stairs."

Melody rummages beneath the bar, hands him a room key attatched to a yellow rubber duck. "Don't run off with the key, man, or the duck will self-destruct." She gives him a smile. "If it's a good night, there might be enough water to clean up. If you do it before we get to the dishes."

(check PMs Lach!)

[Lachryma]

Lachryma takes the hammer and nails and strides over to the cage. She pulls over a stool with her foot and climbs up. After a rather scary few moments, she manages to put up the painting.

She returns the hammer and nails with a smirk to Mel. "No appreciation for art. Americans." She quickly starts talking again, "No, is no offense, is joke...but you no get." She sighs to herself.

"I need understanding friend. Perhaps pet rat would work."

She is in deep though for several moments before almost jumping out of her seat.

"What is this? New person? And no one tell me?!"

She walks up to Roz.

"Hello, new person. I is Lachryma, esteemed medic. Perhaps we can talk for while?"

When she gets no response, Lachryma grabs a stool and sets it next to the barricades. "Hello, dead ones. You have good night? Is not too cold?"

[Vito The Don]

"I do like the painting." Vito responds"I wish I still had my warehouse full of paintings, it was looted and ransacked." He sighs and takes a swig of vodka."Ya know, I've been hearing things about how in some suburbs cell phones work. If we could find the local phone mast..."
He walks over to the bar.

"Hey barkeep, got any food left?" After hearing no response he walks back.
"Has anyone looked outside lately? I hope there's not a horde of zeds about to pund their way in."

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"The painting is nice...but the art I like best is the art of music."

Spinbad turns around just in time to see a rat with an IPod. Realizing the IPod is his, he begins chasing after the rat.

"Come here you little disease carrying furball! Don't you think about biting that IPod! It's got all my best mixes on it!"

He stops chasing the rat and tells everyone, "When I catch this rat, I would like to know who gave it my IPod!"

He then proceeds to chase the rat into the streets.

From a distance, he shouts, "Don't you think about running into the sewers you filthy furball! Hey watch it buster! Oh shoot..."

Spinbad runs inside in a panic.

"People, there's a horde of zeds out there!"

[Murray Jay Suskind]

Just as Murray pocketed the room key and was getting ready to thank Melody, someone way too obsessed about their ipod followed a rat outside, ripping out a chunk of barricade to follow the rat. That was followed by him running back in and shouting, "People, there's a horde of zeds out there!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have ran through the barricades, then." Murray took a gulp of scotch, grabbed his hammer out of his bag and said, "Okay, let's get a few people with guns on the second floor to start working on the zeds outside. I'll need at least two others down here. Someone else to help me with the 'cades and someone with a weapon to cover us."

He looked around and said to Melody, "You mind if I take apart a few of the tables?"

[Prisonner Of Today]

At the sound of Dj's yeling, Priz awakes again.

"I'll go throw some lead at them," he says to Murray Jay, "But you'd sure as hell better not take my table apart. A man needs a place to sleep."

He quickly runs up the stairs, and the sound of gunfire and taunts echos back down the stairway.

[Lachryma]

Lachryma ignores the fevered activity erupting around her, and she continues to talk to the zombies.

"Yes, I hear your moans. They get louder, no? For you bring friends to bar? Yes, I noticed. Is very interesting. And why you moan anyway? To attract friends? To scare prey? Is big mystery."

A rotted hand bursts through the 'cades and claws at her.

"No, filth, you no touch." In one swift motion she breaks the zombie's wrist. It's hand flops sadly.

"Fine, you dead ones is annoying."

She walks near the back of the bar, clears off a table, and pulls out her medkit. She calmly begins setting out her supplies and soon she goes upstairs. She returns with dusty clothing and she makes several pallets before cutting the remaining clothing into bandages.

"I is ready," she says to no one in particular.

[Leon Silverblood]

"I sure hope so, Lachryma, because I don't think anyone else here likes me enough to bandage my piddly ass after I go and "distract" these undead. Besides, you have very pretty hands, I bet you can stitch me up pretty good, huh?"

Leon runs outside before anyone can start fixing the barricades, his fireaxe in one hand and a fifth-sized bottle of rum tainted with root beer in the other. On the way out he sinks the blade several inches into a dead-head and keeps up a mad dash. Grabbing Samantha, then Castor from their spots on his bandolier, he jams each into an eye socket of a nearby zombie, whispering to them excitedly "Good s***, man! It's like Cocaine! Straaaaight to the braaaain!"

Leon dances around the little mob, which is not nearly the "horde" that frightened DJ. Perhaps he was just intimidated by the rat. Leon does mock pirouettes in and out of the reach of the stiff-armed former humans, unable to attack them except with fists and fingers. He plucks eyeballs from random skulls, exclaiming "Can't eat what ya can't see!" and planting a sloppy wet kiss on one particularly familiar-

He cringes suddenly and smacks the eye back into it's hole, patting it gently and then running to the other side of the mob to start clowning and tumbling for a few zeds, who turn for what seems an easy target. "Hey! Ron Burgundy's out here!!" he shouts back to the survivors at the bar, silently hoping Ron doesn't bear a grudge about the optic incident. Leon has of course picked up a few bites, and several scratches by now, and amuses himself greatly by bleeding into the eyes of those zeds whose balls he can't pluck from their sockets. Once in a while he tosses an eyeball at Murray, or past him into the bar, waving and laughing. Leon has successfully blinded at least half of the mini-horde of 20, and estimates that they are merely ferals brought together by a feeding groan. Well, he may have only killed three of them, but the rest will have a damned hard time telling the door from the cades.

Leon begins to feel a little sluggish, and as his ballet-ish buffooning starts to slow, he notices the room isn't spinning any slower. He holds up a hand, showing himself a well-chomped wrist, just a few of many more gouges in various places , and as it pours out blood like a squeezed sponge, he watches with detached interest. In the road, he staggers a few steps before grabbing hold of a new undead friend, falling onto him and looking up to make smoochy-faces. "Gonna buy me a drink first, sailor?" He grabs on tight and lifts himself as he pulls the head down and sideways, then with all his strength bites into the cervical spine and rips three vertebrae fully out. He spits them into the road as the zed falls and he doesn't.

Leon turns to the doorway of The Elbow Room and manages to focus on Murray Jay somewhere between the spots of red, yellow, white. Leon doesn't know blood is spurting approximately 8 feet up into the air and to his left from the neck-bite that he just picked up, but is well aware that he's a dead man, as he knew the moment he ran out to have fun, kill a potato-head, and provide a cover which is much better than lead since many zombies actually staggered around groping after him for a few minutes.

Whether the slur is that of a man drunk from loss of blood or gain of alcohol, it's there, and thick. Leon mumbles something indecipherable as he grabs the dyke Barbie Pollux and wings her at Murray. She flies past him, through the doorway and after that he loses sight of her. Leon grins at Murray, heaves a heavy drunken arm into the air and waves, grinning as his head lolls to the side and he falls sideways, cracking his skull and adding red to the yellow dash that runs down the center of the road.

In the hand he waved was a bloody, dirty iPod. Leon has apparently just done "interpretive dance" to Tchaikovksy's The Nutcracker. And caught a rat; dead and in his coat pocket.

*edits: minor clarifications, typos, sentences

[Vito The Don]

Slowly walking to the barricades Vito loads the Behemouth. He looks at the mob and cocks the gun. 50 shots and many bruised bones later, Vito looks at the remains of the zombie horde. Zeds lay dead, sever have their backs literialy torn open, blood is every where. He looks at Priz and says "I told ya so."

[r0zmurd0ck]

Roz sits calmly at the bar reguarding the comotion as just another nuisance in today's events. Reaching into the pocket of her fur coat she pulls out a cigar and places it delicatly between her lips. The ciggar looks large and bulky in comparison to her face, and when she lights it the smoke smells quite peculiar.

[Murray Jay Suskind]

With everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off, Murray tried to man the barricades, but people kept busting through and opening the large metal doors in order to head outside. After one trigger-happy guy shot through several zombies -- pushing aside the barricades to get a clear shot, he walked back to the bar to brag about it, only to have a zombie with a massive hole in its back dragging itself after him. As the trigger-happy freak sat there boasting about the firepower at his disposal, the zombie grabbed the gun -- which was pointing at the ground -- and started pulling itself up as he whirled around, stunned that the zombies were still going.

Murray, grabbed his Baretta out of his bag, leveled it on the zombie's head and fired.

"It's not the size of the gun that matters, it's where you fucking hit them." He said, grabbing his hammer and turning his attention back to the barricades. "Now we need people to go upstairs to take care of the zombies. If any of you go outside, I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you. Each time you open that fucking door or push aside the barricades, you're going to let a fucking zed inside." He then turned to the trigger-happy guy who just came back inside, "And aim for the fucking head."

As he started to hammer supports around the door, Murray said under his breath, "Fucking dumbasses."

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon's corpse crawled over to Murray and grabbed his ankle, climbing up as he had his snappy-ranty. As Murray Jay returned to his work at the barricades, Leon just stood there and looked at him, a permanent crazy eye (see avatar) glued on. Momma always said it would get stuck that way. Looks like she was right. He didn't bite him, or claw him, but just stood in front of him, leaning in to look at him and say "bar-pish!"