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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 28, 2007 17:31:41 GMT -5
Vito laughs at Specialists pitiful attempt and bring out various armaments. Using a combinatio of his machine guns and machine shotgun, he narrows down the mob to about 4 zeds. "Oh, and you have to rebuld that brige, I think I know were to find some sheet metal."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 28, 2007 17:43:29 GMT -5
Lachryma stalks up to the roof, stepping over the chasm of the stairs.
"Oh, this is shooting gallery now? Is lovely, if you think Malton has unlimited ammo."
She takes a seat on the parapet of the roof and takes a look at her Mosin Nagant.
"See? I have four shots left, and where I find ammo for ancient rifle in British city? Huh? Huh?"
She turns to Vito.
"And where you find machine shotgun? They film 'Rambo 45: American Propaganda With Guns!' in Malton?"
She looks out over the smoke-shrouded buildings towards the west.
"Ah, look at beautiful sunset. Is far better then staring at dead ones constantly, no?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 28, 2007 19:16:52 GMT -5
Melody returns from the kitchen, tucking a key on a chain back into her "I Love Firemen" T shirt. She looks at the jukebox, shaking her head. "No freakin' respect for the classics ... "
She sets a large industrial-size can of peanuts on the bar, gives the fish eye to Lachryma.
"We got a tech guy working here, so hands off the equipment, toots. And while we're at it, you can return the freakin' chain you heisted from the zombie cage, too. You think this is some kinda communist state, you can just take whatever you want?"
She turns up the heat under the soup, stirs the pot and leans over to take a whiff. "Hey, that's starting to smell edible..."
"If you guys need shotgun shells, I found a few boxes in the back..." She loads the ever-ready sawed-off from under the bar, and replaces it on its hooks. ValJohn stumbles by, still woozily, and she watches him go with a shake of her head.
"You know, they say going dead can change a person ..."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 28, 2007 19:39:23 GMT -5
Lachryma comes down the stairs in time to hear Mel's comments.
"Chain? What chain? I is in dark about what you speak of."
She leans against the jukebox.
"Anyway, what do you use chain for? Annoying customer who needs to be restrained?"
She walks over to the bar and starts munching on the peanuts.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 28, 2007 22:36:36 GMT -5
"You got somethin' to trade for those, Chiquita? And I was comin' down the stairs when you took the freakin' chain. Bad enough you take what doesn't belong to you, you gonna lie to me about it?"
Melody leans her hands on the bar, giving the other woman a long, steady look. "You wanna 'fess up, we can go on from here, clean slate. But I don't take bein' lied to so well, buttercup. Makes me ... cranky. You don't wanna make me cranky, do ya darlin'?" She tilts her head with a slow smile, glancing at the sealed door. "Safe houses might not be feelin' so safe, if you burn your bridges that quick ..."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 28, 2007 23:15:25 GMT -5
Lachryma looks down at the floor.
"Well, I...."
She carefully sets a DNA extractor on the bar along with some spare batteries.
"Is for peanuts. I is sorry for bothering you."
She jogs up the stairs. A moment later a crunch from nearby reverberates through the bar. Lachryma returns with the chain. She places it in the cage almost reverently.
She takes a seat at the bar and pulls out Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. She flips to about 1/3 into it and begins to read.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 28, 2007 23:28:24 GMT -5
Melody nods slowly, takes the proferred items and puts them in the box under the bar. She rustles around in it for a minute, takes out a worn paperback and slides it down the bar to stop just short of the Russian. The dog-eared front cover reads Doctor Zhivago.
"Maybe we should get ourselves a male zombie dancer next time, eh? Who knew the girls would be such a pain in the ass?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 28, 2007 23:52:38 GMT -5
Lachryma takes the book with a smile.
"You don't mind if I borrow for while?"
She glances at the cage.
"Dead is dead, and dead is ugly. But perhaps there is man who still looks good in death..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 29, 2007 6:13:59 GMT -5
"I've seen a couple who weren't too bad ... it's more of a crowd-draw than anything, they almost always get head-shot sooner or later."
Melody moves across the floor, over to the stairs and the gaping hole halfway up them. "Gonna leave the gap here, I think ... maybe string a rope to help folks over." She moves back to rummage under the bar, eventually coming up with a coil of rope.
"Hey, whatever happened to that guy you were hanging out with? That Ivan fella? He was kinda intense, huh?"
Tying off the rope to the remains of the bannister, Mel hops across the hole in the stairs and ties off the other end above, making a handhold for crossing the zombie-proofed stairs.
She pauses a moment, listening for shooting from the roof.
"You guys doing okay up there?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 29, 2007 7:09:04 GMT -5
Another horde of zeds comes shambling towards the bar from the west.
"WHAT! You're telling me to rebuild that bridge, Vito??!?"
At the same time, he throws another grenade into a crowd of 14 zeds, blowing them to bits.
"It's your handiwork! It collapsed cause it was built poorly!"
He swings his ax, killing another zed.
"Why do I have to rebuild it??!?"
He takes out his 2 pistols and starts firing at the zeds. He even does that simultaneously shooting in 2 directions move Dante from Devil May Cry does, blowing the brains out of 2 zeds at the same time. He then does that shoots behind the back move Dante also does, blowing the brains out from a zed shambling up from behind him.
"Damn these zeds...after you kill about 50 of them, a hundred more comes in from another direction..."
((OCC:You may be thinking, "Devil May Cry? WTF?" I know the game sucks, so don't worry. This'll be the only time I'll mention the game.))
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 29, 2007 9:26:21 GMT -5
Lachryma watches Mel make the stairway easier to use. She starts spacing out on the rope.
"Huh? Oh, Ivan man? He is crying in NT place, last I see. Is very sad. But his brother is in process of coming alive, so perhaps Ivan gets better."
She returns to her book.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 29, 2007 10:08:37 GMT -5
Specialist has by now become so focused on his job that he is ignoring the conversation around him and even the taunts of those surrounding him. Indeed, the memory of the wager he made with Spinbad is the furthest thing from his mind right now--he is completely fixated on delivering at least one headshot to every zombie outside, including the ones Spinbad and Vito only thought they killed.
His eyes glaze over and he grits his teeth as he mechanically extracts an empty clip and reloads the next one.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 29, 2007 14:38:52 GMT -5
Vito looks to Lachryma. "Were'nt you here when I made it? No matter." He grabs the box of shotgun shells and reloads. "Oh and you broke my bridge so you fix it, I made that one in a hurrry anyways." Vito walks back to his spot and continues to kill the zeds.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 30, 2007 0:51:39 GMT -5
"Vito, Vito ... not everyone has your know-how when it comes to construction. You want 'em done right, don'tcha?"
Melody hops the bar, smoothing down her skirt as she lands on the other side and walks to the slit-windows near the front door.
"They slowin' down any? Sometimes I think shootin' them just brings more. But what else are you gonna do with the ammo, right?"
She walks to the stairs, waits for a break in the shooting to call upwards, "You boys need anything? Bullets? Cold beer?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 30, 2007 5:31:17 GMT -5
"Got any Vodka?" Vito shouts down. He walks over to Spinbad. "So, where were you when this mess started?"
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