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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 11:10:49 GMT -5
Specialist pours himself a scotch, more to drown out the taste of the soup than out of any real compulsion to drink. Spinbad's comment causes him to laugh.
"Puts a whole new spin on the term 'Zombie Mistress'," he says as he momentarily catches his breath.
As his laughter begins to wind down, however, his curiosity gets the better of him. "By the way, where'd ya get those papers?" he asks the DJ.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 23, 2007 11:23:29 GMT -5
"These papers on Zombie Mistress? I found 'em in a garbage can in Bale Mall. Was pretty useful info, so I just took it. I found it there probably because the fact Zombie Mistress was ransacking the area before I entered Yagoton." ((OCC:There's a picture of this file located on the wiki right here.)) |
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 11:32:28 GMT -5
"Heh. Wonder who threw 'em out--and why they didn't try to shred 'em first. Still, lucky for us.
"You look like you have a knack for finding all sorts of stuff. Maybe you could scrounge up the Czarina some kiwis when she gets back--or me a horse-drawn zeppelin." This last comment he added w/ a wry, sarcastic grin.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 23, 2007 11:43:01 GMT -5
"Finding all sorts of stuff? Like this $100 bill I just found stuck in the barricades? Wonder why nobody saw it...Oh well...It just makes me $100 richer! Now...those kiwis...I saw a few of 'em in the cellar while I was clearing up the zeds in there. And the horse-drawn zeppelin? I saw one on my trip to unbury my stuff. It was drawn on a bulletin board only 3 blocks west."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 11:50:11 GMT -5
The observant type, Specialist thinks to himself. Would probably make a good scout or scavenger.
"Eh, you can keep the hundred. Good luck finding a place to spend it, though, unless you somehow get out of Malton--and from what I've seen, you'll likely only be doing that inside a body bag that'll ship you to some top-secret lab in the middle of nowhere."
He pauses for a moment to take a sip on his scotch, then says, "As far as the rest of the world out there is concerned, we're all pretty much dead anyway." That pensive, somewhat depressed gleam returns to Specialist's eyes for a moment.
"But enough about them," he says, banishing the mood with a quick shake of his head. "How'd you get stuck here? Don't think I heard your story."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 23, 2007 12:02:21 GMT -5
"How'd I get stuck here? Let's just say I was on vacation in the wrong place at the wrong time...And to make things even worse...my passport's just about to expire..."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 12:23:03 GMT -5
"Wrong place at the wrong time... That seems to be something of a common theme here," Specialist observes somewhat wryly.
"Well, as long as you've got some good music for us, I suppose I can tolerate your presence." Although his tone sounds serious, the smirk on Specialist's face gives away his effort at a little sarcasm. "I've heard every song on that damn jukebox at least twice," he says, gesturing to the 'box in the corner, "and while I do like some of 'em, a guy reaches a certain point where he just doesn't want to hear the same old thing anymore."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 23, 2007 17:24:52 GMT -5
Vito looks around "The so called RRF has been the biggest pain in my ass. I just hate them." "By the way, what suburd are we in anyways?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 24, 2007 0:10:10 GMT -5
"You know what I can't get? I can't get the people who knew what was going on here, and still came in. They're out there, mostly military, you know? Who in the hell would come here on purpose, that's what I'd like to know..."
Melody sips her drink, lets the scotch numb her tongue before tackling the soup. "Man ...this is raunchy. Really, really bad."
She stretches out a leg and nudges ValJohn with a toe.
"Shouldn't he be waking up soon?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 24, 2007 3:24:03 GMT -5
Priz wanders down the stairs, carefully avoiding the demolished section. Walking straight to the bar, he says
"I overheard someone say something about "raunchy drinks". I may not be too handy with cooking, but I'd like to think I can mix a good cocktail. What's your poison?" The last part is said in a corny westren accent. He is clearly much more comfortable in this setting than in the hospital.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 24, 2007 9:00:08 GMT -5
"If anyone tells me to go out scavenging...well...there's no need for that. I buried a bunch of metal cases, as heavy as that one," Spinbad points to the current metal case in the room, "all around Malton. They're usually buried by carparks, parks, and monuments. And I seem to have buried one out back behind this bar...Just look for a red 'X' spray painted on the ground."
He sets up his DJing equipment near his usual spot in the bar, that dark corner. He then sets up a portable generator by his equipment.
"Thought we could use some light around here. And the music I play...Well, let's just say it's all the hits...all together. Hell, I'll take out some records from the jukebox and mix 'em with some techno music if you like."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 24, 2007 11:08:08 GMT -5
Specialist turns to Melody.
"Well, speaking as one of those military types myself, I can assure you that I didn't volunteer for this. And we weren't told nothing about any zombie outbreak--as far as we knew, this was gonna be a routine riot control mission, although it did seem a tad unusual that the British government would call in American troops for that sort of thing...
"But then you've got those people who are the real charitable types, the ones who'll try to save others by throwing themselves in harm's way so they can get outta there. I guess they don't figure that by dying themselves they become part of the same thing they're trying to save others from, or they won't for fear of snappin'."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 24, 2007 11:18:13 GMT -5
"The British government should have known sending in more troops and Allied troops will only create more victims rather then stopping the outbreak..."
He hooks his only transmitter up to the generator.
"Don't worry if that transmitter gets destroyed. I'll go unbury another one."
He grabs a binocular from his case and heads to the roof. Shock, he heads back down in a hurry.
"Won't be long now till those zeds comes a-knockin'...they're about 7 blocks away..."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 24, 2007 11:23:20 GMT -5
Specialist grabs his shotgun, then, remembering he still has no ammo, puts it back in his pack and grabs a fire axe instead.
"How many? You get a good count?"
He leaps across the bar and starts piling tables against the door.
"Someone move ValJohn upstairs!" he shouts. "We don't want him waking up in the middle of a zombie horde, if worse comes to worst."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 24, 2007 11:26:56 GMT -5
"I counted about 7 of em. There was another horde a block behind that, much bigger, but they were too far away to count."
He grabs his IPod and speakers just in case he needs to play Paris Hilton songs. He then notice Specialist has no ammo.
"Here. Catch."
He tosses some shells, 2 clips, and a grenade to Specialist.
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