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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 20, 2007 13:54:52 GMT -5
"Lucky him--I managed to find a syringe today," Specialist says, searching for the aforementioned item in his pack. After a few seconds he finds one, then heads back behind the bar, where he finds the barkeep in the process of trying to stand. Keeping ValJohn's attention distracted by waving a napkin in front of his face, Specialist jabs him in the neck and presses down on the top hard. The barkeep slumps to the floor.
Having done that, Specialist then props a few broken table legs up against the barricade to provide extra bracing, then finds his "reserved" table which had been overturned during the ransack, props it back up, and pulls up a chair.
"And now for some good music in this place," he says, plodding over to the jukebox. After fiddling around with some wires in the back to adjust the volume--having it loud enough to be heard outside the building might attract more zeds--he gives the 'box a nice, hard slap.
To his surprise, not one but two quarters come tumbling into the coin return.
He picks them both up and grins. Apparently someone didn't know it was out of order, he thinks. One he puts on top of the jukebox, as a "spare," while the other he feeds to the machine.
As he plods back to his usual seat, the song "Rain," by the Beatles, begins playing.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 20, 2007 17:42:43 GMT -5
Vito looks down at the hosital group. "You can go to hell, my bridges are perfectly..." the board gives away under teh shere weight of Vito's weapons. "safe.." He hops down, gabs his gun and makes his way back to the bar.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 20, 2007 19:04:39 GMT -5
"Ah damn you Specialist...I was about to revive him..."
He turns to Mel.
"Help out with bouncer duties and provide some entertainment around here? Girl...music is my life. You have yourself a deal! Now if you excuse me...for me to do any mixes around here, I need my DJing equipment. I buried it in a metal chest by the nearest carpark..."
He leaves the bar...
...but heads back in to grab a shovel.
"Can't unbury my baby without this..."
He leaves the bar again.
"I'll be back soon!", he yells back into the bar.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 21, 2007 4:33:18 GMT -5
Vito looks to the east from the nearest high rise. Hes clearly shocked by what he see, and he starts off at a faster pace for the bar.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 21, 2007 6:25:39 GMT -5
Melody drops her bucket and brush in the sink behind the bar, giving Specialist a grateful smile.
"Nice tune ... hey if you wanna mind the bar, I'll see what needs fixing in the kitchen, maybe scrounge something up."
She glances down at her clothes, grimaces and wipes at the dried blood stains with a rag.
"I dunno whether to bother fixing the stairs or not. Easy enough to jump the gap, and I sure as hell don't wanna wake up bein' chewed on ..."
She pulls a set of keys from her pocket, unlocks the iron mesh that has protected the majority of the liquor bottles, and pulls it to the side.
"Fix yourself somethin', man. I'll be back out in no time..."
She steps over the recuperating ValJohn, and heads into the kitchen.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 21, 2007 7:01:56 GMT -5
*Drag drag drag*
*Huff Puff Huff Puff*
*Grunt*
*Drag Drag Drag*
*Collapse*
*Deep Breaths*
DJ Spinbad comes in the bar dragging a heavy metal case.
"I'm back...where should I put my equipment?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 21, 2007 16:47:36 GMT -5
Vito crashes through the celing and quickly looks around. "We're Screwed, I had myself a look, second mall in 4 days has fallen. It's like some sort of zombie tour of the malls a "Mall Tour". I've seen this before, and if we don't get organized kiss your sorry ass goodbye."
OC: whats the policy for language in this story
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 21, 2007 17:38:26 GMT -5
((pretty much the same as the rest of the boards, Vito- if you don't find someone to offend, you're not doing it right!))
Melody carries a tray back out of the kitchen, several bowls of what could pass for soup just steaming. She sets it on the counter, turns her attention to Vito.
"Chill, Vito ... if we're a little more careful about how folks act when they're holed up here, then we won't have to worry. Especially with the front door sealed off. They can't get in upstairs, they can't climb up from the cellar. And we've got the Pied Paris Piper to lead 'em off if all else fails." She gives a nod to DJ.
"Dude, you set up wherever you think would be best. Keep away from the cage, though, she can reach pretty far through those bars."
Muttering something about communists, Melody sets the bowls out on the bar and plops spoons in each one.
"Since ValJohn's out of commission, I declare dinner to be ... free."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 21, 2007 18:17:33 GMT -5
Specialist accepts his role as temporary barkeep w/ some reservations--despite having been in this place for nearly a year, he has never been behind the bar before reviving ValJohn. He stands up from his seat and ambles over to the bar. By reflex he reaches for a bottle in the cabinet, and is about to pour himself a drink when he remembers that he had read somewhere that the best barkeepers are the ones who stay sober during working hours. Instead he sets the bottle on the back counter and begins setting up empty glasses on the bar.
"Great. Another Mall Tour," he says under his breath, more out of exasperation than any sense of real horror. He heads back over to his table to retrieve his pack and weapons, then back behind the bar.
"So, where's ValJohn keep the food around here?" Specialist asks as he rummages through a pantry. "And," he adds almost as an afterthought, "who were those guys who were leaving right as I got here? I was coming in from a different angle, so I didn't catch the faces."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 22, 2007 5:27:28 GMT -5
" I hope you're right, 'cause if they break in here in the fuckin' middle of the night, we're screwed. Shoulden't we have guard shifts during the night?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 22, 2007 6:05:15 GMT -5
"Guard shifts are a great idea, Vito, an' not just at night. Once we actually have music, it's gonna attract 'em even quicker. But the hell with sitting in a dark little hole, you know?"
Melody grins, pulling a scrunchie off her wrist and wrapping her ponytail before settling back on a stool with a bowl of stew. "If you want to make us a list or something, Vito, you go right ahead. I'd rather sleep during the day and watch at night, that way I can help out running the bar too."
She watches curiously as the bartender groans, turns over on his side and goes back to sleep. "Gotta wonder what's in that stuff, don'tcha?"
"Specialist, there's a big pot a' ...something on the stove. Soup. Soup is a safe word to use."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 22, 2007 23:23:13 GMT -5
Specialist heads into the kitchen, then comes back out bringing a big pot of "soup." Using the large stirring spoon, he plops one helping into each of the bowls, then announces with a faux French accent (and equally bad French), "Le dinner est serv-ed." He then begins eating from his own bowl while passing the others to the opposite side of the counter.
After a spoonful or two he finds something hard in his mouth. Deciding not to find out what it is, he simply spits it out into his free hand and flings it into a dark corner of the room.
"Guard duty? I'm up for a little sentry duty once ol' Barkeep here wakes up." He prods ValJohn with his foot cautiously, knowing what kind of temper he can have when he's groggy.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 23, 2007 7:07:08 GMT -5
"I could keep the volume to a minimum...and the reason this metal case is so freakin' heavy..."
The DJ pushes the lid off the case. Dust flies all over the place. Inside the case, there are DJing equipments, pistols, shotguns, grenades, a few radios, a transmiter, a couple of gennies, fuel cans, plenty of ammo, a fire ax, and a crowbar.
"This case not only holds my equipment...it also holds a bunch of stuff I looted from Ackland Mall last year."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 23, 2007 7:26:15 GMT -5
Melody blinks at the contents of the case while a slow grin speads over her face.
"You know DJ, that's pretty freakin' smart."
She picks up one of the bottles from the floor, dusting it off with her sleeve. " Does scotch go well with soup? Maybe we shoulda added it to the soup." She spins the top off, takes a swig, and sets the bottle on the bar. "There, fortified. Pass me that bowl."
She gives ValJohn a glance as she eats. "Hmm. You ever notice they're slower to wake up if they're old? I can't cook worth a damn, or I'd chuck him out with the rest of 'em. Plus, he does have some contacts. We even get fresh food a few times a week. Of course, they'd still make the drop-offs ..." She gestures to the female zombie, improbably still shut up in her cage.
"Though who'd want one a' those that couldn't be revived, I have no clue."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 23, 2007 8:15:37 GMT -5
Spinbad looks at the female zombie in the cage. He then begins looking for some papers in his case. Finding the one he wants, he compares the caged zombie to a picture of a zombie on a NecroTech file. The file name, in big bold letters, reads "Confidential: Zombie Mistress". He continues comparing the caged zombie to the picture, then he stops.
"Well, what do ya know? This zed is that Zombie Mistress I heard about. Heard she was invincible and she throws motorcycles at barricades to bring 'em down. Has the cook been keeping her as a pet all this time?"
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