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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 20:04:31 GMT -5
She stares at him for a second, then pulls out a medkit.
She digs through it for a few seconds, then pulls out what appears to be a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"Is scotch. Good enough for thirsty one?"
She then turns to the bartender, "Roast rats, give to people," she indicates the whole bar with a wave of her hand, "as gift for sleeping in safe place."
She holds out the bottle to the hooded man.
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 20:08:18 GMT -5
The kid with the hoodie accepts the offered bottle and slides the syringe over to the woman in the poncho. He unscrews the top of the bottle and sniffs it.
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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 20:11:30 GMT -5
The woman in the poncho smiles slightly, then carefully puts the needle away.
"Is good doing business with you. I is Lachryma, medic and Czarina. You have been in this area for long? I is new arrival."
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Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 20:14:47 GMT -5
The hooded kid pulls a straw from a holder on the bar, inserts it into the top of the bottle, and gingerly sips the scotch.
"Call me Riz. And yeah, I've been here for a while."
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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 20:21:37 GMT -5
Lachryma leans back and brushes some of the snow off her poncho.
"Riz...interesting. Have you seen dead ones piling up next door? Is vaguely disturbing. Luckily, I can no hear moans here, so is lovely."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 28, 2007 21:59:39 GMT -5
"Vito, I wouldn't worry 'bout us running out of much, except, you know, food and luxuries like that. Someone's resupplying this hellhole, because they don't want their pet lab rats to expire too soon."
"Oh, hey, speakin' of rats ..." She eyes the woman at the bar appraisingly. "There's tomorrow's hamburgers."
Mel tosses a semi-cold beer to Leon, sets one in front of Vito. "Doesnt mean some boom-booms wouldn't be fun though..."
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Post by Lachryma on Feb 28, 2007 23:00:44 GMT -5
With a swoosh of her poncho, Lachryma stood up and strolled over.
"I hear you speak of my rats. I is kind, no? But I also hear you say 'hamburger' while staring at me."
In one quick motion, she pulled out a syringe full of a brown, turgid liquid and placed it to Melody's neck.
"Is this cannibal place? For I no get eaten by dead ones or otherwise. Is understood?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 1, 2007 6:35:10 GMT -5
"Still this place is a death trap, my aparatments more defensible, but i gues you're right." He looks over and notices the newcomers."Hello I'm Vito former mafia Don turned hitman. I lead Malton's mafia from the 90's until now. If any of you were locals you mightof read stories about how we do business in some newspapers. "
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 1, 2007 9:16:38 GMT -5
A man who was sitting in a dark corner listening to a rather worn out IPod stands up and says, "Sorry. Couldn't help but listen in on your conversation. You lead Malton's mafia? It's a pity I never heard of you, but then again, I am a New Yorker who was on vacation here..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 1, 2007 10:02:46 GMT -5
"New York? No shit! I'm from Jersey." Melody motions the quiet guy over, offering one of the unclaimed beers. "That whole Jersey mafia thing is just a myth, yannow. Maybe it's different over here."
"An' Vito? I don't have a doubt your apartments are nice and safe, but do you really want these folks following you home?"
She gives a meaningful eyeroll to the poncho-clad psycho. "Ease up, toots. I wouldn't eat you if you asked pretty please. Unless it was, like, your birthday."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 10:07:21 GMT -5
Leon looks Lachryma up and down as unabashed as he had been staring at Melody's breasts, thinking "Joisey" to himself. "Nice poncho. It's not raining in here. You should....strip down."
His fingers run like little men from his beer to a shotgun shell, kicking it around the table, as he glances back over to the guy in the hoodie. "What, you're better now? no more stench? What was that anyway?"
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Post by iamrisen on Mar 1, 2007 12:37:42 GMT -5
The hooded kid pulls the bottle away from his face.
"Just got revived a little while ago. Whatever's in those syringes, it really, really doesn't like my digestive system."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 17:28:15 GMT -5
Oh, right. Going from alive to dead to undead to alive is definitely one helluva ride. Makes me dizzy just thinkin' about it.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 1, 2007 17:38:33 GMT -5
"Well we would only need the surviors with certain skills," He motions over to the bar" the others we could leave for dead. And you're a new yorker right? How was the apple holding up when you left, my contacts in NY were shot in a gangland killing in Central Park."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 18:16:19 GMT -5
The bartender shouts: "The rats are done!"
Lachryma, looking a touch ashamed, grabs a roast rat by the tail, then saunters over to the female zombie in the cage.
She languidly holds up the rat, "Hello, dead one. You have lovely make up, no? Do you like rats?"
She turns her head slightly, "And no, I keep poncho on. Bar could get drafty."
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