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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 30, 2007 7:09:26 GMT -5
Hearing Vito ask his question, Spinbad shouts back, "Where was I? I was on the roof, running across one of your bridges trying to lure these mall zeds away from the bar with Paris Hilton music, 'cept your bridge collapsed and I fell and am now stuck outside with the zeds, chopping and blowing their brains out in close range fighting...if someone can be so kind...toss me a rope ladder or something. These zeds are very close to biting me..."
((OOC: Uh....in case some of you don't know it by now...Spinbad's out on the streets, not on the roof...reason for that was on a post on the last page, since it looks like some of you missed it.))
Spinbad takes aim, and gives her a headshot...
He turns around and sees the zombie dancer that was dumped out. She is throwing motorcycles at the cades.
"No way I'm letting those cades fall from out here..."
...but to his surprise, the zombie still stands. He begins shooting more lead in her head, but she still won't go down.
"Shit. Those NecroTech files were correct when they said she was invincible..."
He yells into the bar, "Who dumped her out? She won't go down and she's still chucking motorcycles at the barricades!"
((OCC:Sounds like a familiar player to you, Lach?))
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 30, 2007 14:21:50 GMT -5
Specialist is about to mechanically put another round into another zombie skull when Spinbad's words snap him out of his trancelike state. Getting an idea, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a fuel can, tossing it down to the DJ.
"Here! Gas up one of those bikes and try to lead her along!" he shouts.
About the same time, Melody's comment finally registers in his mind. "Some more clips might help, and keeping your eye on that glass of scotch would be nice, too," he replies, as he takes down another zed with the last round of that clip, then reloads.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 30, 2007 15:04:29 GMT -5
Melody shakes her head, moving to the bar and snagging a pint of vodka from beneath, along with a belt pack of clinking pistol clips.
"I prefer a nice little shotgun myself, but they're damned hard to carry around." She kicks the latch of the cellar trapdoor shut, nudges Lachryma's shoulder as she passes. "Keep an eye on things, would you? Don't open that trapdoor unless you're sure it's human."
She takes the stairs two at a time, pushes the shutters open to step out onto the rooftop. "Right ... vodka, ammo ... " She peers over the edge at DJ. "How in the world did he get outside again? I'm beginning to think that guy has a death wish." She sets the clips and bottle down, moving to the edge of the roof and picking up the stowed rope ladder.
"I'm gonna toss it down around the corner, Sport. Do what you gotta do and then run for it."
She moves to the edge of the roof, hooks the ladder to the pipes sticking out of the heating system, and drops it over the side of the building. Wooden planks clatter as it uncoils, ending about five feet from the ground.
"Try not to get bit, there, DJ ... I still gotta charge you for FAKs..."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 30, 2007 19:48:53 GMT -5
Lachryma scoots a little closer to the trapdoor to keep an eye on it.
She glances around the mostly empty bar.
She glances at the ceiling and the sound of gun fire.
She glances at the barricades and the sound of them collapsing.
She glances at some DJ equipment carelessly left in the bar.
With a shrug and a roll of her eyes at the stupidity some people have in dangerous situations, she begins tossing the DJ stuff at the barricades.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 31, 2007 0:24:04 GMT -5
The door and assorted formerly attached barricades fly to every corner of the room. Certainly someones got a large piece of shrapnel in the leg. Oh well. Leon waits for the smoke to clear and throws a zed body into the room face down, planting a boot firmly on top of the neck. He reaches to one side and drops a motorcycle across the spine to keep the back of the body still and glares coldly at every person in the room.
"Who threw my bitch out?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 31, 2007 0:27:42 GMT -5
Lachryma covers her arms across her face to protect from debris. After a moment, she looks up.
The silence stretches.
"I is only one in bar now, but I not here when...dead one is tossed out. I is merely innocent bystander."
She thinks for a second.
"Waaaaiiit, you like dead one? Isn't there death penalty for that in Malton?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 31, 2007 0:41:39 GMT -5
Leon sneers at her and, as a response, grabs the zed by it's hair in a giant knot and drags it out from the motorbike. He walks right pst her, dragging the kicking, growling thing up the stairs and throwing it into one of the rooms. He walks in after it and if no one ever heard a zombie scream before, they heard it now. A few minutes later he came down the stairs, catching his breath and adjusting his pants.
"Where's the chain?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 31, 2007 1:46:32 GMT -5
"What in the hell is she doing down there?" Melody looks back towards the open doors, scowling at the sounds from inside the bar.
"Watch one little door, how hard is it to watch one door?"
Pushing her hair back out of her face, she jiggles the rope ladder to catch the attention of DJ. "Specialist, you think you can pull him up when he finds the ladder? He did hear me say where the ladder was, right?"
She looks towards the dark interior of the bar again. "What in the world ... is that someone screaming?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 31, 2007 1:55:45 GMT -5
Leon turns from the apparently comatose Lachryma and grabs a piece of steel cable that used to be a bicycle tether. He walks back upstairs and secures vital parts with three feet of cable, then comes back downstairs and says:
"First of all, of COURSE man-zeds would be headshot. I won't stand poor competition. Second: Nobakov."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 31, 2007 7:42:27 GMT -5
The DJ puts gas inside a red motorcycle and hops on. In an attempt to get rid of the zeds from the mall, he turns his IPod on. At the sound of Paris Hilton's music, the horde of zeds immediately starts following DJ Spinbad.
"That's it, you sons of a bitches. Follow the music."
He proceeds to the east, driving slow enough for the zeds to keep up with him.
"I'm gonna lead 'em to the DHPD's turf. Be back around 5 hours, hopefully..."
Someone is heard screaming their heads off to the north.
"God damn it...I can't handle 2 things at once here..."
He yells into the bar, "Someone go check that screaming person out! It's coming from the north! I'd do it, but I have this horde to worry about!"
He zips away toward Dunel Hills, with Paris Hilton music playing, and a horde of zeds following him.
Someone is still screaming their heads off in the north.
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 7:16:22 GMT -5
Someone new charges out of the closet at the back of the bar. Which in retrospect you consider slightly odd because that thing was DEFINITELY too small to house a human being for any length of time.
Even if he wasn't carrying a tank of acetyline under one arm and a bright pink cricket bat under the other, he would be a good contender for the strangest fellow you've seen in this whole insanity-filled vortex of a city that drinks people down like stale wine.
He's got bleached dreadlocks, died at the ends, and shoved sloppily under a weatherbeaten blue turban. His hands are covered in brass rings, his face is covered in scars.
The oddest thing is that it's really tough to peg his age...he could either be a chainsmoking, sunburt teenager or a youthful, vigorous fifty-year old (You're leaning towards the latter).
He walks, or rather, stumbles in...you are concerned at first, but then realize that every step this man takes is a sort of offhand stagger, the slouching gaint of a drunken dancer.
He reaches the window and hurls the tank of explosive gas he's carrying into the street.
"Soll'Soll" he says, turning to melody, "No time to expllain...Names Terence, don't laugh, I'm here to save the worlld...now...anyone want to shoot that!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 1, 2007 8:47:57 GMT -5
It has been 15 hours since the DJ left for Dunell Hills.
Suddenly...from the east, "SCREEECH!!!! CRASH!!!"
DJ Spinbad comes crashing in through the roof on the red motorcycle he used to lure the zombie horde to Dunell Hills. There are 5 metal cases tied to the back of the motorcycle.
"Sorry if I'm a little late. Had enough gas left in the tank so I made a trip to Dulston to unbury these metal cases, full of weapons, supplies, and more DJing equipment."
He looks at the hole he made on the roof.
"Uh....don't worry Mel...I think I can fix it..."
He looks around the room and notice his previous DJing equipment has been used on the cades.
"Who the fuck used my equipment for the cades when I said not to??!? This is the second suburb this has happened, the first being in Roftwood, thanks to a RAF member..."
He mumbles to himself something about "Plan B".
He proceeds to set up another DJing equipment by his usual spot. He also takes a heavy duty chain out from one of his case. Apparently "Plan B" is tie the equipment to the floor with a heavy duty chain.
"No one's gonna be able to move this outta here, not without the 'key' that is."
He slips the key in his pocket. He then proceeds to the jukebox and opens it, taking out every record from it.
"Now...I said I promised to mix some of these CDs with some techno music, now, didn't I?"
He places One CD on one disc tray, and another CD on another disc tray. He then sets the vocal cancellation for one disc, while the other disc gets a beat cancellation. He also lowers the volume just enough so it won't be heard from outside. He presses the play button. Immediately, Green Day's American Idiot starts playing, but not with it's usual beat, but with a techno beat.
"Enjoy...all the hits...all together."
He looks around the room once more and notices the newcomer.
"Who's the new guy?"
He then remembers his bet with Specialist.
"So, Specialist. How many kills you got? I got 1297 kills out there."
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 9:08:10 GMT -5
"Transitory fella...Terence Gold...just here to kill zombies, eh?"
He pulls a flare gun from his pocket and aims it at the tank of acetyline on the ground.
"Well, if no one else it gonna do it"...
He screws his eyes shut and fires a flare round into the tank, there's a blast of magnisium, then a towering jet of hissing, sputtering flame. several zombies are incinerated, and the newcomer laughs.
Not exactly a laugh...more like the reverse of one, he sucks air in with each bizarre guffaw and then spits it out again. He's clearly happy though.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 1, 2007 9:14:34 GMT -5
"Well...nice to meet you, Terence."
He whispers in Terence's ears, "Just don't come in here acting like you own the place or Mel over there's gonna get upset."
Greenday's American Idiot finishes playing and the DJ quickly swaps the 2 CDs with something else. Avril Lavene's Girlfriend starts playing with a beat to MIMS's This Is Why I'm Hot. Halfway through the Avril Lavene song, the music quickly changes to MIMS's This Is Why I'm Hot Remix. Halfway through that song, the beat changes to Ne-yo's Because of you.
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 9:17:05 GMT -5
"I own nothing 'cept the cllouds in the sky and the spray of the sea, friend..." Terence says, "Now, I suggest someone who knows how to shoot takes care of the dead follk out there, cause I can't aim for...whats the word?"
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