The Elbow Room

[Vito The Don]

Vito looks to Murray"You best be leaving some gun holes, preferible ones that can withstand the jump of a full auto shotgun." He turns to Lachryma and looks into his bag. " So I give you the legendary sniper rifle and your stealing an RPG?" He throws a RPG round at her " Do I have to be the local Amroury?? Until someone trade me something usefull, Booze including, noone gets any more freebies."

[Leon Silverblood]

After acting like an epileptic for about 10 seconds, Leon stands slowly, opens a bottle of Tovarisch Kruschev rum that ValJohn tosses him, and draws deep, then gasps and coughs.

"Thanks, both of you, very much. Good to know I have some semblance of friends, here. That means you, too, Vito. I recognized your handiwork in the form of a nasty Claymore, neh?

Jesus, Tova! Could ya make that a bit smoother??"

[Lachryma]

Lachryma catches the rocket.

"Is lovely. Perhaps I use to...." she thinks for a moment "Shoot down helicopter of lucky people not stuck in city."

She walks over to her painting and appears absolutely lost in her thoughts. She smiles while tears gather in her eyes.

[Leon Silverblood]

"Lachryma, why the tears, hon?" Leon puts a hand on her shoulder and looks at the painting, which doesn't make much sense to him. "And what is this, exactly? Tell me about it, please?"

[Lachryma]

Lachryma brushes off Leon's hand.

"I miss Motherland, is temporary thing. Painting is of First of May celebration, in past, before my time. Ideals it represents is timeless though."

She wipes away her tears, takes a last glance at her painting, then she walks over to the bar. She pulls out a rat, as she seems to collect them, and tosses it to the bartender.

"Roast in scotch, medium rare, I is hungry."

She sets three bullets on the bar as payment and then she waits.

[Vito The Don]

"Well at least I didn't arm the damn thing."

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon steps a little away, a silent apology for invading her space. "I wasn't makin' a pass..."
He looks at Vito. "Damn, what'll you trade for another rocket?"

[Melody Arachne]

Melody, sits back on her heels and lights another smoke, watching Murray finish the repairs to the barricades.
"Damn, you're a picky one, aren'tcha?"

Despite the sarcasm, she eyes the emerging cades with a keen eye, noting the improvements.

"Hey, if you wanted ta fix up the 'cades in the back, maybe some of the shutters ... I'd imagine ValJohn would comp you room and board til it was done. Want me to ask him?"

[Murray Jay Suskind]

Murray looked over his shoulder and said, "Yeah, sure. Being picky pays off. You know, zombie apocalypse and all." He glanced through one of the small gaps he left for Vito and saw that the gathering of zombies had, indeed passed. He stepped back and lit a cigarette of his own saying. "I do get smoke breaks, right?"

[Melody Arachne]

"Smoke breaks, free pool, first pick of the produce. No dental plan, though." She drives home a few last nails in her own small contribution to the 'cades, steps back and admires the finished product. "That's pretty sweet. You musta had a lot of practice."

Mel tucks her hammer back into the knot of her shirt, extends a hand. "Don't think we've actually been introduced. I'm Melody."

[Vito The Don]

"Ill trade a rocket for... 20 shotgun shells."

[Murray Jay Suskind]

Murray wipes his hand off on the side of his tattered black slacks before extending his hand in response, "Murray. Good working with you. You have a nice little set up here, even the people who are slightly off-kilter provide a certain ambiance." He stopped to take another drag on the cigarette. "I may have to take you up on the offer, despite the lack of a dental plan. It looks like Lachryma and Tova may have full health covered, though."

After wandering back to the bar and ordering up another whiskey, Murray said, "I've been working on the 'cades since this shit started going down, you know. People kept saying after Caiger that the 'bots would do all the work, but they break down too easily and do too shoddy a job. Just a pile of debris that no one can shoot through or get around, as opposed to actual construction. Stickling and Ackland have always had a much better barricade setup anyway."

As he finished up his cigarette he asked Melody, "So how long have you been holed up in here?"

[Vito The Don]

Vito comes back after leaving for a couple hours, in his hand he holds a sign. He sitss down with the duffle bag by his feet. He puts up a crudely made sign that proclaims "Vito's Ammo Shack, Nothin' better to make zeds Dedder." "Come one come all, Vitos ammo shack has the armament for you! M-16 for 3 bottles of vodka. A scilencer for those snaking missions and my favorite The Inngals Uzi with 2 free clips! Only 30 shotgun shells." He looks over to Murray Jay and Melody. "Old habbits die hard, Eh?"

[Melody Arachne]

" I was renting a flat here when things started getting strange. By the time we sobered up enough to know it was bad, the city was closed."
She shrugs, pushes up the hinged counter, and walks behind the bar. "Figured there wasn't anywhere else better to stay; there was a hell of a supply of booze, some food, and ValJohn there has contacts, you know?"
She grins, reaches beneath the bar, and pulls out a shiny red apple. She tosses it underhand to Murray. "Sorry, Vito, but guns and ammo aren't worth near as much as fresh produce these days. Feel free to set up shop, though."

[Lachryma]

Lachryma watches the exchanges while slowly picking at her rat. Finally she finishes it and so she takes the bones to the back door.

She returns in a strange mood.

"You have kiwi, fresh produce woman?" she asks Mel. "I want kiwi fruit."

She turns to Murray.

"You travel far in Malton. Have you seen kiwi in far away places?"

She sits despondently at the bar.

"I give much for fabled kiwi fruit."