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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 26, 2007 3:52:48 GMT -5
"Good idea, Priz ... I'm not quite that talented with a hammer, suppose you take charge of that one?"
Melody plants her gun in the holster hanging by the door. "There's still about five rounds in there if you need them. I'm gonna check the stores and see if I can't come up with something more edible than that rotten soup."
She ducks behind the bar, heads into the kitchen. "Key, key ... where's the key to the pantry?"
((gonna be gone a few days IRL, so no posties til Wed! Don't let the place go to hell!!))
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 26, 2007 6:53:01 GMT -5
From the roof Paris Hilton Music starts playing.
"This should lure em away..."
He runs across one of Vito's hand-built bridges, but before he can make it to the other side, the bridge collapse.
"AHHHH!" CRASH! "God damn it Vito! These bridges aren't safe!"
He then sees a small group of zeds shambling towards him, all attracted by the Paris Hilton music.
"Well...It's not much of a use right now..."
He turns his IPod off. He then holster his pistols and takes out his fire ax.
"Let's see how many I manage to kill while out here, shall we?"
He charges into the small group, slashing and hacking every one of them.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..."
At 53, he begins to lose count.
"53, 55, 56, 69, 101, 329, 500, banana...Oh wait. Banana's not a number...Damn it I lost count....OK then...Let's start from 50. 50, 51, 52..."
"Klink", he pulls the ring from a grenade and throws the grenade. The group he threw it at explodes into bits.
"That should bring me up to 78...Woops...nearly stepped on a mine..."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 18:09:11 GMT -5
Lachryma looks across the urban cliff to the roof of the Elbow room. She then looks at her pet zombie.
"Hmm...Well, I guess I tie you up here."
She attaches its chain to a handy hook, then she jumps across to the bar's roof.
"Ow, I twist ankle. Well, is good to be back, in disturbed way."
She hobbles downstairs to the bar while plotting how to get some food without trading anything.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 27, 2007 18:15:07 GMT -5
Coming back from the PD, Specialist jumps in right behind Lach and rushes down the stairs. Not really watching where he's going, he nearly runs into her, but manages to barely breeze past her by a rather uncomfortably small margin.
"Phew... Back and restocked."
He looks up and notices ValJohn is finally awake. He grabs his bowl of "soup" once again and resumes eating.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 18:22:48 GMT -5
Lachryma glares at the rude man. After a moment of introspection though, she comes to the conclusion that he's not worth her time.
She takes a seat at the bar and stares at the painting she brought here long ago. It takes her a few seconds to notice that the zombie dancer is missing.
"Hey, bar people! Where is dead one in cage?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 27, 2007 19:43:13 GMT -5
"I'm guessing someone put her down," Specialist says, pointing to the cage where the body still lies. "Melody said she was attracting the others. Mind dumping her, or should I?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 20:02:24 GMT -5
Lachryma waves languidly at the dead body and turns back to the bar.
"I not touching it. You do it."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 27, 2007 20:05:35 GMT -5
"OK."
Specialist opens the cage, drags the dancer upstairs, and chucks her over the edge.
"Well, that's taken care of. Tonight's dinner, by the way, is 'soup'," Specialist mentions as he chokes down another spoonful.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 20:12:49 GMT -5
Lachryma acts like she's gagging.
"Is gross. I have healthy meal for dinner, will be lovely."
She pulls out her last two kiwis and a package of dried mango strips.
After her quick meal she pops a pill.
"Is for protein, stop staring."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 27, 2007 20:24:03 GMT -5
Specialist leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his scotch.
"So, where've you been?" he asks nonchalantly.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 20:27:58 GMT -5
Lachryma stares at the ceiling and taps her nails on the bar.
"Places. Pretty places. With rats. And kiwis."
She glances around the room.
"Soooo...bar is dead now, no? Is annoying."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 27, 2007 20:36:12 GMT -5
"Just needs a little music, is all."
Specialist hobbles over to the jukebox, smacks the thing for the quarter, and makes his selection. Within seconds the room is filled with Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence."
He then sits back down and sips his scotch some more, then stands again.
"I'd better check that horde..." he says as he heads upstairs once again.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 27, 2007 20:41:35 GMT -5
Lachryma spends several minutes wondering why in hell would someone name a song "Sound of Silence"
As soon as Specialist leaves the room, she runs to the jukebox and puts on Green Day's "American Idiot"
"Ah, makes me think of old times in malls with trenchcoaters...Is lovely memories...not at time of course, but months later..." she says to...herself, basically.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 28, 2007 6:46:02 GMT -5
The DJ spots Specialist on the roof.
He yells at Specialist, "Hey! I'll play a game with ya! Rules are simple! Kill as many zeds as you can! Most kill wins! And just to make it interesting, loser buys the winner a drink! Hey - hands off!"
The DJ chops the zombie's head in two.
He then yells into the bar, "Do not think about using my DJing equipment for the barricades!"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 28, 2007 11:49:21 GMT -5
Specialist is able to hear to hear DJ over the jukebox. He rushes upstairs shouting, "I'll take that bet!" with a smile.
He then pulls out his pistol and begins methodically headshotting zeds in perfect time to the rhythm of the song playing downstairs.
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