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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 1, 2007 9:18:44 GMT -5
Spinbad looks out the window, but only sees a lone survivor.
"Uh...you might want to get those eyes of yours checked. I just see a few survivors out there trying to figure out how to get in..."
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 9:23:26 GMT -5
"Welll, that would be why I can't shoot" The newcomer says happilly.
"Anyone round here got any milk?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 1, 2007 9:26:21 GMT -5
"Uh...this is a bar...there's only beer around here...unless ValJohn has some milk in that non-working fridge of his..."
MIMS's This Is Why I'm Hot Remix quickly changes to Ne-yo's Because Of You. Halfway through that song, the beat of Ludacris and Mary J. Blidge's Runaway Love starts playing.
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 1, 2007 12:29:39 GMT -5
Lachryma wakes up from her apparent trance and strolls to the window to watch the last of the fireworks.
She's happily enjoying the flaming zombies before she suddenly turns around.
"What?! Is new person? Who are you?"
She then ignores any response and turns to the DJ.
"Put on something happy. I can't take dead walking, Leon returning, and sad music all at once."
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 1, 2007 13:51:20 GMT -5
"Well, obviously you must have 'killed' some of those twice or found some elsewhere on that motorbike of yours, since I only estimated about 500 or so in that particular group," he says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "but still, I suppose you've got me beat. I stopped counting about halfway through the fight, but... let's see here..." He takes his empty clips and puts them on the table, counting them and figuring up the total number of rounds used.
"...About 300 or so," he announces, disposing of the empties by discarding them out one of the few unboarded windows.
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 14:02:02 GMT -5
"Llike I said, My name's terence, I thought I'd come by for a little to spread some cheer to this somewhat moody city"
He begins to juggle empty beer bottles
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 1, 2007 14:07:33 GMT -5
Lachryma eyes him doubtfully.
"Last person who claimed that was insane man. He was funny to watch though, so go about business."
She extends her hand, palm down, almost like she wants to be treated like royalty.
"I is Lachryma, medic and Czarina."
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 1, 2007 14:20:26 GMT -5
Specialist suddenly notices the newcomer.
"Well, what have we here? A visitor? Always nice to see a new face. Everyone calls me Specialist--and don't be surprised by the antics that go on here--this place tends to attract some... unique characters."
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 15:49:34 GMT -5
"oh, Unique is my middlle name...actuallly, it's "Alumquaza", but that's a story for another day, llets just say I'm quite tollerant of the the llimitless diversities of the mind"...
He pulls out an empty teacup, takes a sip from it, and hurls it on the floor.
"No millk eh? What about soda?"
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 1, 2007 16:01:46 GMT -5
Lachryma pulls out a can of Sprite and hands it to Terence.
"I find this, but I no figure out how to open it. Is annoying."
She watches him and the can intently.
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 16:29:40 GMT -5
"Oh," Terence says, running his hands over the soda can, "It's quite simplle really,"
He takes a ping pong ball out of his jacket pocket, and puts it under the soda can, dispite the size difference, it fits under the small recess in the bottom quite easilly. In fact, when he picks up the soda can, it has dissippeared entirely.
"Just sllip your finger under the tab, and pulll", He pulls the tabs, and whistles in time with the pressurized air escaping the can...then he takes a gulp, hiccups, and pulls a ping-pong ball out of his mouth.
"Now, that part doesn't USUALLLY happen, but it's not too hard to llearn...doing it twice is harder"
He takes another swig, burps, and pulls another ping pong ball out of his mouth.
"Three times is, of course, a feat of mastery all in itsellf..."
He takes another gulp, and spits up another ping pong ball onto the table, then rests the soda can on the very edge of the bottom rim, so that it's tilted...somehow, it remains upright and doesn't tip.
"Dellicious"...
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 1, 2007 16:50:22 GMT -5
(OOC: I've actually done that w/ a soda can myself.)
"Heh, looks like we have a travelling magician on our hands. You wouldn't happen to be able to make zombies disappear or buildings barricade themselves, would you? That might really come in handy on bad days..."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 1, 2007 17:00:24 GMT -5
Lachryma looks pretty confused.
"Okay, is interesting. Sorta."
She thinks for a moment.
"Say, strange man, you no have kiwis, do you?"
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 1, 2007 17:01:19 GMT -5
"Welll....there was this one time in Prauge where I immersed mysellf (chained and gagged, of course) in a vat of oil, ignited it, and escaped before it burnt me allive...that's about the best trick I've done that I widelly publicize...buuuuuut...no."
He drinks the last bit of sprite left in the can, and hurls it into a heap in one corner of the room.
"Kiwi's I have, but Llike all good things, you'lll need to give me something in return...Incidentallly, Anyone seen that ald' Dog Padre?"
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 1, 2007 17:06:45 GMT -5
Lachryma pulls out the March 2007 issue of 'Seventeen'.
"Will you trade this for stash of kiwis? I already read it."
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