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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 25, 2007 10:09:21 GMT -5
"It's not that I mind helpin' out, man, just don't be assumin' I'm here to wait on you bozos." She eyes the newcomer, who manages to make Taito and Leon look both well-dressed and sparkling clean. "That uh ... doll's not gonna eat him or nothin' is it? Um ... dude? If you wanna get washed up one a' these guys can show you where the men's room is." "I dunno that anyone has steaks, Leon, we're kinda pushin' the envelope with burgers. Cuz, you know, ground up and all."
"Could somebody check that door, too? Three's a crowd, four's a buffet. Can't be too careful, you know. That's another thing the dancer is good for- if the 'cading starts to go, herd her into the hallway and face her towards the door." She hooks a thumb at the bartender. "He's been trainin' her to eat the buggers."
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 25, 2007 10:37:46 GMT -5
A young man wearing a black Spitfire hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, baggy blue jeans, and green Etnies dashes into the establishment. He stands at the door for a few seconds with panic in his eyes, looking around furtively.
Finally, he spots what he was looking for; he dashes to the men's room.
The sound and smell that comes from the men's room is too horrible for any human language to describe.
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Post by Vito The Don on Feb 27, 2007 15:03:26 GMT -5
Vito wakes up, and looks around."Ya know, if we could build a bridge from to the top of this buliding to the top of the next, we could have a easy escape route. Also we neeed to take stock of our supplies, I have 3 pistols 4 clips a loaded shotgun and a fireaxe, not to mention a useless wad of 100 dollar euros."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 27, 2007 18:58:30 GMT -5
"Does anyone else smell that? Should we kill him? I think we should kill him. Let's kill him. Can I kill him? Kill him. Can I kill him?" Leon reaches for a fireaxe that rests against a nearby table, but his eye catches Samantha's and he withdraws his hand slowly, appearting suddenly nervous and making a show of distancing himself from the axe.
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 27, 2007 19:03:23 GMT -5
Two days later, the young man walks/limps out of the bathroom, shambling towards the door.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 27, 2007 21:48:05 GMT -5
Two days later, as the thing leaves, Leon mutters "Should have killed him. He's half dead anyway of God knows what. Besides, I wanted steak..........Oh, dammit, you know what?". He realizes the young man is really still in the bar, and snatches up his own axe, having found it by then, creeping fast and crazy for the shambler with the heavy razor gleaming in his pupils each time they flash from "steak-boy" (as Leon now mentally refers to him) to the shimmering blade, and then back to steak-boy again. Leon visibly drools, and every second or so he turns wide-eyed back to Samantha, standing tall-short in the doorway of the supply closet, and gestures madly, silently, at her to shut up(!) while he tries to be stealthy. She won't stop swearing at him and if she does it with much more volume Leon knows she'll get him spotted.
"Yes, that's it. Make the surgeon hungry.", Leon thinks to himself.
In the now, however, where the rest of the survivors were, evidently 48 hours behind Mr. Metabolism, Leon continues eying don Vito's fire axe, and wondering where he left his own.
"I had an axe, Vito, somewhere around here. 2 shotguns, too. 5 shells (total), a book, some wire cutters, my radio... I don't wear my flak jacket under ordinary circumstances, since zed-heads don't shoot at me. Oh, I have my DNA extractor too. Mind if I take a jab at ya? It won't do Malton any good but I can be a real sadist, and, well, what good reason have you not to get stuck besides that it might hurt a bit? And a partridge in a pear tree. Where's Macguyver? I bet he could do something with this book and these wirecutters alone!" Leon pauses for several seconds, visibly savoring some taste he seems to have found literally hanging in the thin air.
"MacGuyver was bomb diggity." (Doesn't that sound good? Does it feel good? Do ya like it?)
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 28, 2007 5:30:30 GMT -5
"..."
"Do you suppose it's something in the water?"
Melody, walks to the bar, leans her elbows on the surface and mutters to the barman. After a few moments of haggling, she grins and slips the necks of four beer bottles between her fingers, swinging them as she brings them back to the table. "This round's on me ... and the walkways are a good idea, Vito. I've seen 'em in other parts of the city."
"Leon, if you so much as think about picking up that axe, I'm gonna melt one of your girlfriends. Sit, Drink. Pretend to be sane."
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Post by Vito The Don on Feb 28, 2007 6:24:44 GMT -5
"The way i figure it, this dump only has supplies for 2 more weeks, we have to star shearching for food.If we can get back to my apartment, I have enough muntions to blow up the statue of liberty.It's a good 5 blocks west of our postion."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 28, 2007 8:47:01 GMT -5
Leons hand hangs in the air, axe forgotten, eyes crossed and a huge grin on his face.
"I've heard all I neeed to. Where are these munitions??", but he calms himself and sits at the table with Vito and with a nice view of Melody, openly admiring her many charms, and reaching for a beer. He misses a few times, grasping air and grunting confusion, signaling his caveman tendencies, then uncrosses his eyes, wraps a blood-bejeweled hand around the frosty bottle and takes an almost orgasmic sip. Samantha is somehow suspended from his bandolier again, and he whispers to her that she should, in fact, not kill the bartender yet.
"Thanks for the beer, girlie. What's your name, anyway?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 28, 2007 19:15:30 GMT -5
Melody angles the top of her beer bottle against the table, pops the lid off with a well-placed tap of her fist.
"I'm Mel. Melody. Used to rent a room upstairs, before all the troubles. I'm from the States."
Melody plants a boot on the chair, levering herself up to sit on the back of it. "Things like this happen all the time over there, so you guys are lucky to have me around, you know?"
She gives Leon a crooked smile. "It isn't that different from Jersey. And the traffic isn't as bad."
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 19:21:34 GMT -5
The young man walks back into the bar, hoodie still hiding his face. He slaps a Necrotech syringe on the counter.
"I'll trade this for all the vodka it'll get me."
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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 19:46:52 GMT -5
A thump is heard from a above, and a few moments later a striking woman strolls down the staircase.
She is dressed in a dark red poncho, and she gives a quick glance to the needle on the bar.
"Barter system, no? Is lovely. Here, take these, roast them for everyone. Is on me."
She casually tosses a dozen dead rats on the bar, then takes a seat.
She seems very relaxed.
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 19:50:40 GMT -5
The young man looks at the rats, although it's hard to tell because no one can see his face. He points at the rats.
"Those are clearly not vodka."
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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 19:53:28 GMT -5
The new arrival merely arches an eyebrow.
"I save last of vodka for good friends. And who are you, hooded man?"
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 19:58:15 GMT -5
The kid with the hood scoffs.
"I'm a thirsty guy with a syringe. If you're not willing to part with your vodka, whiskey will work. But I don't drink whiskey without beer. And I don't drink my beer in any state other than cold. And I don't think there's cold beer here, so I can't drink any whiskey. Which means I think I'll be taking my syringe elsewhere."
He turns his towards the woman at the top of the staircase, the hood still hiding his face.
"Unless you've got some tequila you're willing to part with."
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