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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 7, 2007 21:44:12 GMT -5
Murray smashed the claw end of the hammer into the head of the zombified Leon, kicked him around and pulled it through the back of his head. God, what is everyone doing here? he thought. "Can a barricader get a bit of cover down here?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 7, 2007 21:50:12 GMT -5
"WHAT HUH!?" Tovarisch said, lifting his head with a jolt from the top of the bar.
Passed out from drunkeness, he had been unaware of the apparent zombie break in.
"Well, it looks like you folks have a bona-fide medical issue on your hands!"
Tovarisch reached into his sack, pulling out a large Necrotech Revivification syringe and twirling it in his hand. "Showtime."
Rushing forward, he straddled the back of Leon's corpse, grabbing it by the hair and holding the syringe above it's neck. The zombie was beat up, badly injured, but still alive. He wasn't too late to save him.
"Now, you'll only feel a pinch...followed by a slight pressure in your spinal column...a bit of a stinging sensation..and the sensation of every atom in your body being ripped apart at the speed of light and the heat of the sun! But the ends justify the means!"
Tovarisch jabbed the syringe into Leon's neck, pumping the glistening serum into his spinal column and letting it go to work. Leon's body jolted a bit, and then collapsed to the floor as if dead.
Tovarisch stood up, pulling a DNA Scanner and another Syringe from his pack and surveying the immediate area.
"So...whose next?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 22:03:18 GMT -5
Leon's hand grabs Tova's leg and squeezes as his brain seems to fly apart in a blaze of pain and light. His eyes bulge, going from murky to clear over approximately 2 seconds. "Ohhhhh.." he groans, then releases Tova as he relaxes, the pain waning. He rolls his head to one side and looks up at Murray.
Softly, he says "Hey asshole. That was my brain you just tried to pick. Do I need "Mrh?" tattooed on my forehead? God I didn't so much as scratch you...dick. See if I give you a heal...Thanks, Tova..."
He stands slowly, rubbing his neck and a very wet sore spot on his head. "Bartender...Tova...someone....I need a drink."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 7, 2007 22:03:22 GMT -5
Lachryma watches as Tovarisch revives Leon.
"Is excellent technique, comrade!" she calls out from the back of the room.
She strides forward and, after casually tossing some makeshift bandages on Leon's body, she comes up to the barricades and Murray.
"You is very forceful to poor survivors," she says softly. "Perhaps honey will catch flies, too, no?"
She leans against the shifting barricade while facing the room.
"Look, going outside to shoot dead ones over and over is bad for health. Instead, keeping dead ones out, going to nearby building to lure foolish zombie, and staying safe is better. So, who wants to go to nearby building, drop down into street, and lead horde elsewhere? Who wants to add trash to barricade? Who wants to to kill things from safety of upper window? Who wants to live?!" she finishes with a shout.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 22:08:04 GMT -5
"I'm not doing any more luring, tonight; the revive was worse than dying...but is, of course, very much appreciated," says he, gaining strength in his voice now. The now not-so-undead-guy uses Lachryma's rags to wrap his poor wretched skull. "And on that 'vinegar versus honey' note, Lachryma, has anyone ever talked to you about your bedside manner?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 7, 2007 22:08:29 GMT -5
Tovarisch tosses Leon his bottle of Vodka, and administers a small bit of first aid to the injured man's head.
"You took quite the bruising there kid. That should fix you up for now though." Tovarisch said, finishing the treatment. "As for you, comrade Lachryma. "I would be honored to head out into the streets with you to lure the horde away, if only as an accompanying medic. Who knows, I might even see a familiar face in the horde."
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 7, 2007 22:12:46 GMT -5
Murray shrugged, "Out of needles, and it gets harder and harder to tell the brain hungry from the mhr-cows nowadays anyway." He said as he kept reinforcing the barricade. "Feel free to take a shot at me if I ever get it. We'll call ourselves even."
As he got up to begin taking apart a table to ram one of the metal supports through the door handles, he turned to Lachryma and said, "I tend to get mad when people mess with my 'cades. I'm sorry if I seemed a bit abrupt earlier."
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Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 7, 2007 22:24:00 GMT -5
Roz turns around on her barstool, feeling a bit more relaxed from her 'cigar' and notices Murray fixing the barricade. She digs in her coat for a second and pulls out a roll of ducktape and tosses it his way.
Feeling suddenly parched she turns towards leon and eyes his vodka.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 22:28:43 GMT -5
Leon turns back to Murray after taking several shots worth from Tova's bottle, then passing it back, feeling slightly dizzy. He's unsure if it's the alcohol or the sensation of his brain leaking from his head, but better not to tip so far back next time. He asks ValJohn for a straw for the drink waiting on the bar, and as he grasps the glass he raises it to Murray slightly and says "Apology accepted. For both."
Leon looks around at the gloomy place and wonders how anyone can have any fun at all in a world like this. Broken fixtures, no video entertainment, zombies trying to eat your brains out every day. He understands why some cross over to live that way permanently. It's probably more difficult to get bored that way. He looks up at Lachryma's painting and wonders exactly what it is, then looks over at Roz.
He notices her eying the fresh bottle he got from Val, with it's enormous straw, next to his glass with the smaller one. He whispers something into ValJohn's ear, and the burly bastard looks around conspicuously. He ducks under the bar and reappears, sliding a small bottle of Apple Puckers to Roz. Leon says "Your cigar smelled very funny. I don't think it was tobacco. I don't think it was cloves either. Nice hair."
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Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 7, 2007 22:47:19 GMT -5
Roz's eyes get big and she mumbles something to herself before shaking her head and even going so far as to smack herself. Looking back up at Leon she leans back gently into the bar, placing her elbows on either side of her on the bar and crosses her slender legs.
She looks back over to Leon and glares, then looks to the Pucker and then to Leon again. She does this several times before reaching out and snatching the Pucker, opening the bottle and and taking a large swig glaring at Leon the whole time as if she knew something about him that he didn't.
Setting the bottle back down on the bar, she replied a horse 'thanks.'
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 22:57:31 GMT -5
As she acts thus strangely, he gets the feeling he should be backing away slowly with his hands in the air. But no, Leon is neither that smart, nor that easily swayed. After all, he's frikkin' nuts. He gives her two thumbs up and says "Totally welcome," then reaches out and takes a sip of the Puckers just because he hasn't tasted any in a while.
"So are you gonna tell me what you were smoking in a bar in Detroit, or do I already know?"
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Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 7, 2007 23:07:30 GMT -5
Her eyes get wide and she suddenly becomes stiff, nearly dropping her cigar as her jaw drops open. She quickly reaches between her breasts and pulls out a switchblade, jumping up off the barstool and faceing Leon in a battle ready stance stance, open blade pointing towards his face.
She then histaricley exclaimed "Back off government scum!!! You know enough already!!!"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 7, 2007 23:09:44 GMT -5
Tovarisch turned his eyes to the strange woman confronting Leon...and stared in confusion.
"Whats a pretty lady like yourself doing jumping off of barstools and waving around a switchblade like some crazed lunatic?" Tovarisch said, taking a swig of his Vodka. "Settle down comrade, have a drink on me."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 7, 2007 23:33:35 GMT -5
"Oh, that's easy, Tova. Plainly, she is a crazed lunatic. Too young and too long in Malton."
Leon blows her off, turning his back on her in a near dare, and touches the tender spots on his head.
"If she's this freaked already, her heads gonna pop when she sees the dolls. They should be coming back in shortly."
Leon shakes his head at the crazy people and leans down to pick up Pollux, one of his four lesbian barbie dolls/girlfriends and whispers to her as he re-secures her to the strap that holds his other three, two of whom are buried in zed eye-sockets at the moment. Jeez. Crazies. He strokes Pollux's hair idly with a finger. "Where's my cat, Cerberus?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 8, 2007 2:00:24 GMT -5
Melody emerges from the kitchen, a stack of boards balanced pecariously in her arms. Carrying them over, she dumps them near the splintered barricades covering the front door.
"Back's secure, they don't usually try both entrances, but you never can tell."
She drops a canvas bag full of thick nails to the floor, and tugs the hammer from its resting place tucked into the knot of her shirt.
"Personally, I think shootin' 'em is overrated. They just get back up again. Plus, you know, ick."
She tugs off the few hanging pieces of board from the area nearest the floor, kneeling to replace them with new lumber. "Pretty wild out there tonight, maybe we ought to have someone keepin' watch at the door. Or shut the inside gates."
A grey and blood-flecked hand slides through the gap; she takes a well-aimed crack with the hammer and smashes it flat.
"Just goes to show- you're never safe, not for a minute. What a rush."
"Do you guys think these things are getting smarter?"
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