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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 9, 2007 19:06:52 GMT -5
Leon slips out the window, between and under some barricades and begins rifling corpses outside, keeping a watchful on them in case they should start rousing themselves. He wanders around for a bit, replenishing his empty coat pockets at a nearby mall.
He rap, rap, raps at the chambers trap door, "It's dark in here!!!"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 9, 2007 19:15:12 GMT -5
Murray grabbed the apple, tried to shine it on what was left of his deep blue dress shirt and t-shirt and took a quick bite. "Thanks." He said. "It'll help fight scurvy."
As he heard Lachryma talk about kiwis he couldn't help but think of a crude joke, but thought better than to say it. Someone else will say it anyway, he thought.
As he finished up the apple he said, "I'll check out the cades in back and then I'm probably gonna crash for the night."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 9, 2007 19:25:50 GMT -5
Lachryma glares at the bar. Apparently everybody's ignoring her.
She starts looking in some of the darker corners of the bar and soon finds a checkers board complete with pieces. She sets it up on a table in the center of the room and begins playing against herself.
"Fine, filth no answer, I entertain myself."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 9, 2007 21:33:46 GMT -5
"Zhivago! Quit sulking and bring the board over, I'll be glad to play you. We're not that busy, anyhow."
mel leans her elbows on the bar. "Gotta decide what we're playing for, first, though... whatcha got to offer?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 9, 2007 21:39:26 GMT -5
Lachryma laughs happily as she brings the board to the bar.
"Let us bet...My old poncho! Yes, is lovely yet functional. Is agreed?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 9, 2007 22:13:57 GMT -5
Leon bangs harder on the trap-door
"Somebody open the farthing door!!! Something's breathing on me!! It's dark!! I don't like tight spaces!!! Let me in, little pigs!!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 10, 2007 9:37:01 GMT -5
A yell comes from outside.
"Hey! Anyone in that bar who comes out, bring my only pistol out with ya and toss it to me! I'm stuck up in a tree with a bunch of zeds trying to claw at me! Better yet...bring my bag of Paris Hilton CDs. It should be exactly where I was sitting in there! In that dark corner of the room!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 10, 2007 14:39:27 GMT -5
Melody eyes the trapdoor. "Well ... if we don't let him in he's likely to find the store rooms ... set up the board, Zhivago, and I'll bet that fur wrap against your poncho. Deal?"
She slides a crowbar under the handle of the trapdoor, prying it up untl the hinges catch and she can raise it enough to enter or exit.
"How in the hell did you get down there? I hope you shut the gates ..."
"Lachryma? Can you let that DJ guy in?"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 10, 2007 16:48:11 GMT -5
With everything seeming to be under control, Murray went to the back entrance to see the barricade setup. As were most barricades in Malton, it had been done in a hurry, rushed to keep out incoming zombies. He began to remove extraneous pieces of wood thinking it would be a bit of fun to try something different with the set of cades. He looked at the pile of wood at his disposal and decided it would be fun to build a honeycomb as the base pattern for the barricade. He had always wanted to try it and he had heard on the discovery channel that honeycomb pattern was supposed to be able to hold a lot of weight. He hoped they were right as he started making interlocking hexagons to build the main support for the cades.
As progress was coming along he heard a commotion back in the main room.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 10, 2007 18:00:56 GMT -5
Leon flops onto the floor, half out of underground passage and blind soused. He had to do something to pass the time and ally his claustrophobia.
"Now hur thss." he slurs, waving a finger at a cabinet door of the bar, both eyes squinting meanly at the old red oak. "Ah don't cahr who-" His face hits the floor and he begins drooling in silence, out like a light.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 10, 2007 22:55:52 GMT -5
Lachryma finishes setting up the board and so she walks over to the main entrance. She leans against the barricade while looking out a gun slot.
"Hey, man who is up-tree! I lead zombie horde away! How they come back?"
She leans forward a bit more, to see how many zombies are outside...
...and the barricades collapse on her.
"Is dark."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 10, 2007 23:18:49 GMT -5
Leon stands up after taking a moment to shake off the stupor, nearly shooting both of his own feet because they moved. He walks around to the proper side of the bar, hair a mess, clothes dirty as all hell. He looks over at a heap of barricades and hears Lachryma's voice.
"What have we here?"
He turns and walks to an old dartboard, tossing a few shots at it.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 11, 2007 0:13:40 GMT -5
Murray wandered up and saw the zombies breaking through the barricades and muttered under his breath, "Motherfucker."
Murray grabbed his hammer and said, "Gun boy" nodding towards Vito, "Cover me, I'm going to repair the cades. Keep the zeds off my ass."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 11, 2007 0:31:33 GMT -5
Lachryma squirms slightly under the 'cades.
"If I reach rifle, I could...hmm, here is rocket launcher..."
There are a few moments of silence.
"Perhaps if I burrow out, I destroy barricade and zombies eat unhelpful people...Is decent idea..."
Lachryma seems slightly unhinged by her current predicament.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 11, 2007 1:46:07 GMT -5
[Murray, don't post when you're drunk] I have no idea what you're talking about. |
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