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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 0:54:50 GMT -5
Lachryma sneaks up behind Ivan and pokes him with a scalpel.
"Hello, doctor man. I come to help you. Get out of way of hatch, I is expert at dealing with dead ones."
She continues to lightly stab Ivan with her scalpel.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 15, 2007 5:29:49 GMT -5
Vito hears the familiar voice of the Russian, he grabs the newcomer and throws him out of the hatch. "Lachryma you're back!"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 8:20:32 GMT -5
Ivan rolled across the floor, smacking his back against the bar and taking a martini glass to the head. After rubbing off the soreness, and checking for blood, Ivan gets to his feet, and notices the room is still quite full of zombies.
"So...you said you needed a medic...but you do realize I can't actively revive ALL of those guys...right?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 15, 2007 8:40:02 GMT -5
From above the hole in the stairs, Melody takes careful aim, drops a shuffling groaning horror at the medic's feet.
"There's a stash of needles behind the bar. If the bartender stands back up, I'd appreciate it if you made him a priority revive."
She reloads, gives Lachryma a wry look and a shake of her head. "You do know they can barely climb, right? Muscle coordination isn't so good." She points to the pile of bodies at the bottom of the steps, some still twitching.
"Vito, my man, you got free drinks for a month comin' if you can help clear this place. Where'd that DJ guy get to? I got a few things to talk to him about, too... "
She glances to the medic, back to Lach. "Friend of yours? He looks sorta familiar. You ... ah .. see if anyone else made it out?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 9:26:09 GMT -5
Lachryma waves at Vito while climbing out of the hatch.
"Yes, yes, I is back, is temporary though. I is tired of filthy bar. Change is good, no?"
She turns to Mel.
"I have 49 needles left from rocket launcher trade. Perhaps I help. Oh, and this is Ivan, brother of Tova-man. He is doctor."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 9:52:16 GMT -5
"Howdy." Ivan said, waving up at the woman. "Have you seen my brother by chance?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 15, 2007 10:13:45 GMT -5
Melody gives the man an odd look, slowly nods her head.
"Yeah, I've seen your brother ...
I'll tell ya all about it, you help clear the mess down there so's I can re-open..."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 10:17:33 GMT -5
"Its a deal!"
Ivan hopped over the bar, and twirled two needles in his hands.
"Whose first?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 15, 2007 11:46:15 GMT -5
Melody stands, to peer over the bar. "Just the one deader in the kitchen, I think ... unless ... nah, just the one."
She finishes reloading a hand cannon way too large for her, looks over the deaders in the bar with a keen eye.
"Don't recognize any of the rest ... don't waste your needles unless Zhivago there knows 'em."
She aims down the barrel of the gun, pops the melon of another corpse, however temporarily.
"Roll 'em into the cellar, we'll toss them out the double doors. Unless you want to revive 'em..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 15, 2007 14:54:54 GMT -5
"A month? Gimmie about two minuts." Vito pulls out his gun. "Die SUKAS." He shouted as he mows the zeds down. " Better get a lota vodka." Vito shouts above the carnage.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 16:37:12 GMT -5
A noise is heard on the roof, and Priz suddenly falls into the center of the room, landing on a few zombies.
"Damnit! Who broke the staircase?" He yells, to noone in particular. He stands up as quickly as possible, and begins shooting zeds left and right.
"Are you in here someplace Ivan?" He yells again.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 15, 2007 18:46:01 GMT -5
"Ivan, my man, you got quite a following ..." Melody pulls the barrel of the Desert Eagle .50 cal up just before popping the new arrival.
"Stairs are out to keep the deaders from climbing them, man. You coulda just jumped the gap." She motions with the barrel of the gun. "Ivan's behind the bar."
"Vito, the deal's for gettin' em OUT of here too, not just for popping them once or twice. But- nice work."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 20:22:24 GMT -5
Priz is a little surprised to hear a living voice here, but is very relived everyone made it without dying.
"I was in a bit of a rush, or I would have." He says, putting some holes into a zed that had snuck a little too close to him. Turning from the crumpling corpse, he sneaks a glance behind the bar. He sees with relief that Ivan is safe, if a little busy to talk. Priz pulls a small pistol out of his pocket and throws it towards the medic. "Just in case!" He yells over the sound of the zeds and gunfire around him. Once we're out of here, he's gonna get a nice, long lecture on running off without a gun.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 20:31:24 GMT -5
Lachryma keeps a low profile from all the lead flying around.
"So, why I come again?" she yells at Priz over the gunfire.
After getting a bit more comfortable amongst the bodies on the floor, she pulls out an apple and starts eating it contemplatively.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 20:36:52 GMT -5
Priz looks over at Lachryma, then rummages through his backpack for a moment. He finds what he's looking for, and tosses a small box full of fresh kiwis to Lachryma.
"I hope you enjoy them. You have no idea what i had to do to find some of those in this damned city."
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