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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 12, 2007 15:58:54 GMT -5
Vito pulls out his latest "toy." He pulls out and ordinary looking shotgun. "with the left over parts from the Behemoth, I made this sucker. Pump shotgun that shots 50 cal bullets." He pumps the shotgun and heads off to find zeds. Thats when the shot rings out. "THAT JERK. HE THREW THAT DOLL ON ME, NOW ITS DEAD." A severly destroyed samantha flies across the room.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 17:59:30 GMT -5
Lachryma sways to the side as Tova shambles past her spot at the top of the stairs.
She pulls out a needle, looks at Tova, then puts the needle away.
"I save for rainy day."
She whacks the feral zombie acting as a bridge with her rifle and demolishes a bit more of the stairs.
"Should be safe now. Roof work too." she says to herself.
She ignores the sound of flesh being ripped behind her.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 12, 2007 18:20:44 GMT -5
Skirt bunched up between them and right smack in the middle of an orgasm, Leon felt himself seized by cold, dead hands and got the hell bit out of him. The tension in his face from climax turned to a lockjawed grimace and silent scream. As the zed Tovarisch pushed away, Leon's hand was already scrambling along the floor for a BFG Melody had pulled on him briefly. He took a deep breath, whispering apologetically "No syringes....". By the time Tova had shaken off whatever came over him and turned to come at Leon again he was walking right up the barrel, it seemed, and the quiet creak of a spring-loaded hammer was a scream in Leon's ears. The hammer rose and fell. The hand cannon Melody had wielded sounded like a stick of dynamite, and Tovarisch's face grew a black scorch mark between the eyes. The back of his skull, however, became abstract art across the ceiling, opposite wall, and floor as the KABOOM!" seemed to come from his head, not the gun.
Leon looked down at Melody, then around the room and back down at her. Although Kruschev-Z ha taken a large and fatal chunk out of his neck, he had miraculously missed the artery. Death would come, but Leon might be so fortunate as to have a full minute before he would pass out and die. Black blood seeped across his chest, and he saw much had been sprayed across Melody in the initial bite and tear.
"We are the dead." He shook his head from side to side, watching zeds boil through every doorway as he leapt naked into the hall. What with him being as good as dead, he tossed Melody's gun back to her and walked bare-assed partway down the stairs before spotting Lachryma and covering himself with a shirt he happened to find on the floor. "Get the hell out of here, Lachryma! We're overrun, but you and Melody can probably live through this. And, uh, stay out of Vito's line of fire. That dude's crazy."
Weaving slightly, knees starting to turn to jell-o, he tried to figure out what he could do of any use before he bucked the kicket, whispering again and again "no syringes" as if it were a Tantric Buddhist Mantra.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 18:33:29 GMT -5
Tovarisch saw the barrel of the gun rise to greet him, and time seemed to slow. Memory served him right, and fear overran his undead brain. He knew what was staring him down, and he could see his fate approaching. The world flashed white as the gun went off, and then went back as his brain painted the wall behind him.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 12, 2007 18:50:50 GMT -5
OOC: Woah, Tova you're on 666 posts... EVIL!
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 12, 2007 19:13:52 GMT -5
Over the course of several hours, Murray lay on the ground, the revivification solution taking a long time to work its magic due to a slight misplacement on the part of Tova (to be fair he was being attacked). When he finally came to, back from the dead, the Elbow Room was empty. Everyone else either eaten or somewhere else. As he reached at the aching pain at the base of his spine, Murray grabbed the syringe still jammed in there and pulled it out with a quick spasm.
Still on the floor nearby was his Tumi bag. Still together and unplundered from a days worth of activities. He grabbed it, wandered around the barricades peering out onto the street. Clear -- for now. He took off down the street, leaving the Elbow Room behind him.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 19:30:09 GMT -5
Lachryma watched Murray leave from the darkness at the top of the staircase.
"Perhaps Murray lead me to kiwi fruit."
She jumps over the partially destroyed staircase, walks through the silent bar, and sets out after Murray with her trademark poncho and slightly bloody Mosin Nagant rifle.
She waltzes off into the sunset.
[Thanks guys! It's been fun!]
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 12, 2007 20:41:20 GMT -5
Coming down from his postition on the roof, Priz looks around to see an empty and destroyed bar. Corpses litter the floors, but to his relief, none of his aquiantances seem to be among them. With a sigh, he jumps over the bar, carefully stepping around the still warm body of the bartender, and rummages through the shelves. Somehow, he manages to find an undamaged bottle of rotgut, and with a small smile, he throws an old 10 pound note at the dead barkeep. As he walks out the door of the Elbow Room, he pauses, glances behind him, and says
"Keep the change."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 13, 2007 16:40:40 GMT -5
Vito watches the russian leave. "Hell of a exit. Alright, I have a good idea. Mounting machineshotguns on the barricades? Ah Ah?" he looks at the sunken ranks. " Whos up for my idea of going to my place? This local's been proven unstable, plus we lost a medic and a cader."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 13, 2007 19:48:35 GMT -5
DJSpinbad emerges from the sewers.
"Heh. Hope the mall enjoys those zeds."
He looks around the room.
"Holy shit! Where'd I put those syringes of mine? Oh right...on that tree."
The DJ leaves the room through the same way he came in.
He yells, "Where the fuck is the exit in this thing??!? Oh...here it is..."
He exits the sewers and climbs up the tree that had his syringes. Upon climbing the tree, he notices he also left his speakers here. A thought just came to him. He hooks his IPod up to the speakers, then plays Paris Hilton music that are on his IPod. A small group of zeds, around 10-15, comes out of the bar at the sound of this. Another thought smacked him.
"If I lure the zeds out with this music, they'll surround this tree and I'll have no way to get down...Shit...should have thought about this first....Oh! Hey Murray! Have a fresh needle!"
He throws a needle at the zombified Murray, poking him in the eye.
"Opps...I just poked his eye out....shoulda watch where I was aiming..."
Spinbad takes another look around him.
"Um......Help? Screw it...I'll call for help on my phone..."
He looks at his phone.
"WHAT??!? WHAT DO YA MEAN NO SERVICE??!?"
He then yells out to the streets, "HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOO?! Anyone out there?!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 14, 2007 8:53:50 GMT -5
From the upstairs, a rope ladder is dropped from one of the hallway windows. After a long moment, a figure shimmies down the swaying boards, and stops in front of the dented iron door. Several quick shakes of her wrist ready a spray can of paint, she points it towards the door, carefully prints a message in red on the iron-grey panel.
She steps back and surveys her work, nods in satisfaction and drops the can in the street. Hooking the rope ladder, she quickly scrambles up it and into the window upstairs.
Melody jumps the hole in the stairs, studies the damage to the bar critically. It was bad, but no worse than it had been before. One could cope. First things first, though ...
She moves to the bar and ducks behind it. Wetting a rag, she wipes her face and neck clean of blood- very little of it her own. She scrounges a bit and comes up with a thick bicycle chain. Going back to the door, she pulls the gratings shut, makes sure the locks are set. The chain goes through the iron bars, holding them fast.
Stepping back, she eyes the now-closed entry carefully. "That should hold until I can resupply ... anyone wants in or out, it's the cellar or the upstairs. Guess it's a good thing Murray didn't fix that window after all."
On the iron front door is painted in bold red letters-
NO GROUND FLOOR ENTRY
CELLARS OR LADDER ONLY
UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
-mgmt
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 14, 2007 12:45:32 GMT -5
Ivan had been lucky to make it all the way to the Elbow Room in one piece. A sizable horde had been passing through the area, but luckily hadn't noticed him. He had found a crowbar laying in the streets, next to a splatter of blood, about half way through the trip, and he now gripped it tightly in both hands as he approached the large iron gate of the pub.
NO GROUND FLOOR ENTRY
CELLARS OR LADDER ONLY
UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
-mgmt
Ivan scowled. It seems the owner had locked the front gate after the building had fallen, leaving his only possible entrances below, or on top, of the bar. Ivan never was much for climbing, so he chose to look for a cellar.
Behind the bar was an old storm door, leading into a cellar below the bar. They usually had entrances inside AND outside, meaning this was his best bet. The lock had already been broken, so Ivan swung the heavy door open, and took his first step on the dusty stone stairs. Being careful to close the door quietly behind him, Ivan descended into the old cellar of the Elbow Room.
The room was filled with bottles of various alcoholic beverages, most now empty and littering the floor, as if somebody had been living down here and drinking the bars supply. Ivan pulled out his flashlight and searched the area more thoroughly. It seems he was alone, good. Upon further examination of the rooms interior, Ivan located a small hatch near a step ladder, located on the ceiling just behind an emptied wrack of wine. Ivan climbed on top of the step ladder and quietly pushed the hatch open, lifting himself on to the floor above. The air was instantly filled with the quiet groans of zombies, and Ivan dropped himself back down into the cellar, closing the hatch behind him.
"Shit."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 14, 2007 15:22:16 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eye Vito spies the hatch open a shut. He figrures that he should explain the situation to who ever's down there and try to get help. He grabs his duffle a shoots over to the hatch and sets up on top of it. " Hello down there, this is Vito former King of Malton. It's bad up here, we need a medic or someone whose a hell of a shot." He intupts himself with a blast from his massive rifle. " Get up here now, we need the help. We lost our medics recently, and a sharpshooter. I'm not much of a sniper, I'm heavy muntions."
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Post by asshole doctor™ on Mar 15, 2007 0:29:49 GMT -5
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 0:31:43 GMT -5
OOC:Not sure what that had to do with The Elbow Room...but lewl at Married to the Sea comics!
IC:
Ivan slowly opened the hatch, staring up at the strange man above.
"Is it safe?"
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