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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 9, 2007 12:27:02 GMT -5
"Oh boy...I smell trouble..."
The DJ grabs a hammer, some nails, and a few planks of wood.
"Um...you guys go work your...troubles...out. I think I'll go...um...repair that hole I made on the roof."
The DJ quickly runs up the stairs, but forgot all about the wiring he had done with the disco ball. He trips over the wires and accidentally knocks into Lachryma. The things he was carrying flies all over the place.
"Sorry. Here. Lemme help you up."
Spinbad helps Lachryma back up on her feet.
"God...what a mess," he says as he looks at all the wood and nails all over the place. "Best watch your step while I gather these up..." he says to Lach.
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 9, 2007 15:27:09 GMT -5
Specialist puts a bullet into the brain of the deader, just to make sure, then dumps it outside. He then runs up onto the roof--past Spinbad and Lach--jumps down, and pours an old trashcan filled with rainwater (and quite a bit of other stuff, too, apparently) onto the fire to douse it out.
He then finds a nearby low ledge on another building, jumps up to it, onto the roof, to the roof of the Elbow Room, runs downstairs--again past Lach and Spinbad--closes the trapdoor to the basement, and then collapses, exhausted, into his usual seat.
"Got any daiquiris left?" he asks Melody, with occasional pants of breath in between each word.
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 9, 2007 22:14:56 GMT -5
Lachryma ignores Spec and the DJ as they pass by.
She leaps from the roof to the building next door and starts heading away from the bar.
She takes one look back and smiles sweetly when she sees that there's no fire.
She does not look back again.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 10, 2007 0:28:52 GMT -5
"As long as the ice holds out, man, as long as the ice holds out ... what flavor you want, green or red?"
Melody washes out the stainless steel pitcher, and replaces it on the motor. "You know, what fun is a quarantine without a daquiri party now and then, right? Plus, you know, they keep you from getting scurvy ... or something like that." She pops open a paper umbrella while the motor chugs and whines, chopping ice.
"So are you gonna get Turkenstein up and running? If someone'll show me how, I wouldn't pass up a chance to play, I guess." She bats her eyes, innocence oozing from every pore. "Do you play for money?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 10, 2007 7:23:36 GMT -5
Spinbad gathers up the nails and planks of wood, but his hammer is still missing. A hand grabs his shoulder. He brushes the hand away. The hand grabs his shoulder again. The DJ brushes it away again. The hand grabs his shoulder yet again. The DJ, rather annoyed, turns around and says, "Hey. Can you stop doing that? It's rather an-."
The DJ faces the zombie dancer. The zombie lurches at him, but Spinbad pulls out a switchblade knife and stabs the zombie in the head. The zombie doesn't go down. Spinbad pulls out a pistol he was carrying.
"Die! Die, you S.O.B!"
Spinbad empties his pistol on the deader. All 6 shots hits the zombie in the head, but it's still standing. Spinbad reloads his pistol.
"Fuckin' hell! Why won't you go down??!?"
He blows 6 more holes in the zombie's head. It looks like the DJ forgotten all about that NecroTech file on this deader...
"Ah screw it...Plan B...."
The DJ charges head on into the deader, pushing it out the window.
"...And stay out! Bitch made me waste 12 good shots! Now...where'd did that hammer fly off to?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 10, 2007 9:09:22 GMT -5
Leon, after reseating himself before the Turk, ignored the chaos around him until he heard gunshots upstairs. For a moment he looked puzzled, even slightly concerned at the idea of zeds breaking in upstairs. He looked at The Turk thoughtfully as he chewed on a bit of rat meat, and as he overheard the end of the conflict between DJ Spinbad and The Zombie Mistresss he leapt to his feet and swore.
He shouted "Hey, dammit!" as he ran up the staircase quickly and then into the room DJ was in.
"Aw, maaaaaaan...I knew I shoulda got her back in the cage downstairs..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 10, 2007 10:22:58 GMT -5
Spinbad was looking for his hammer when Leon came in. Hearing Leon, the DJ shouts, "It was you who bought her upstairs??!? I coulda sworn I saw Specialist dumped her out some weeks ago! What is she doing back indoors...and on the second floor??!? That bitch nearly took a chunk outta me!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 10, 2007 12:40:04 GMT -5
"Well, if she hadn't been released from her cage..." he trailed off as he looked down out of the window. She was taking her time standing and Leon wondered how quickly he could get down there, but really didn't feeling like putting out the effort to re-subdue her.
"Eh. Sorry about that. I guess I should have warned you. Weird, though...She was supposed to have been tied to the bed with that steel cable." Leon glanced around after it.
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 10, 2007 16:26:27 GMT -5
"How about a mix of both?" Specialist replies to Melody's question. "I'm feeling a little adventurous right about now, and if they're as good as you say they are, then twice the flavor must mean twice the fun."
"Well, the Turk isn't actually a 'machine' so much as it is a rather elaborately constructed fraud. Everything was actually controlled by a chess master who sat inside the box under the board and controlled its movements. Still, maybe the next time Vito comes around he can give some guts to the thing--although he'll probably end up mounting an antitank cannon and laser sights on the thing, too..."
As he waits on his daiquiri, Specialist notices that the "rope" they used to haul up the Turk is actually a steel cable. "That might explain part of the problem, Leon," he says, pointing to it.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 11, 2007 6:55:59 GMT -5
The DJ takes a peek out the window.
"Oh god...not again........"
Zombie Mistress is throwing motorcycles at the barricades again.
"You frickin' bitch! Throw that motorcycle and I'll gas one up and run you over with it!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 11, 2007 10:00:10 GMT -5
"I'm tellin you, it's safer with her in the cage ... hey, you think you can get a zombie drunk?"
Melody deftly pours a tall frosty drink for Spec, adding the paper umbrella with a flourish.
"Or maybe we should just hang her over the edge of the roof from the cable, huh? Can't do any damage from there, and if we put her on the far side of the building maybe the deaders would concentrate on trying to come through the concrete instead of the door. Hey, what if you painted the door to look like a wall? How the hell would they know where the door was, anyway?"
"DJ, you got all these sources and info, right? How smart are the damned things anyway?"
Mel hops up onto the bar next to the blender, shaking out a smoke as she pours another shot of rum for herself and crosses her legs, one sneakered foot swinging. "You remember to bring up those Twinkies, Spec?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 11, 2007 13:49:57 GMT -5
Specialist straightens up as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
"Knew I was forgetting something..."
He goes back down into the basement.
From below there's a groan, followed by "Not you again...", a couple of gunshots, and another meaty thud outside. Finally, Spec appears back at the top of the trapdoor with a box full of Twinkies.
"What I want to know is how they keep getting in the basement. Maybe there's some sort of tunnel buried under all that junk down there or something..." he says as he closes the trap door behind him.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 12, 2007 7:00:39 GMT -5
"Oh...they're slow learners, but they'll learn how to get in soon enough...like that zed that keeps appearing in the basement..." Spinbad answers Mel.
He takes another look out the window. Zombie Mistress isn't throwing motorcycles anymore, due to Spinbad's threat, but she's now ripping the tops off of buildings and throwing them.
"Wow. Never seen a zed rip the top off a building before..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 12, 2007 7:42:28 GMT -5
Melody takes the twinkies with a smile of thanks.
"There's an industrial sized flashlight around here somewhere, I have no idea what's in that basement. That one Russian guy said something about a tunnel, didn't he? Of course, he also said it was a tunnel full of vodka ..."
"Oh, wait, I've seen this movie, the one where they say 'Let's go explore the basement!' Then they die horrible deaths. I don't mind the dying so much, but I'm not a big fan of all that suffering, you know?"
Melody pours another shot of rum, and soaks the end of a twinkie in it.
"What say, guys? Should we explore the basement?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 12, 2007 7:49:04 GMT -5
"Did somebody say flashlights?"
The DJ opens a case that he hadn't open before. In it, are more ammo and weapons, 10 flashlights, and 10 pairs of walkie talkies.
"Best to be prepared for the worst...I'm ready for that basement. Are you?"
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