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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 25, 2007 8:45:42 GMT -5
"Finally someone with a flame thrower! Now those crocs will be roasted! Smart thinking there, Vito!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 25, 2007 10:49:00 GMT -5
"Now how in the heck are you gonna roast 'em when Spec is in tha middle of it?" Mel shakes her head, hopping off the relative safety of the bar. "Vito, if you keeep it secure up here, I'll go help in the basement."
She mutters to herself as she hefts the axe from beneath the bar. "I can't believe I just heard those words come outta my mouth." Grabbing a few irst aid kits, she lets herself down into the cellar. "Good distraction, DJ, just keep that up, and we'll be fine... hey, don't let them *bite* you ..."
She patches up the worst of Spec's wounds, and gives him a hand to climb back out of the pit o' death that the emergency exit has now become.
"Good to go, DJ, c'mon now, stop foolin' around."
"... DJ?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 25, 2007 16:23:24 GMT -5
Specialist gladly takes Melody's hands and drags himself back up to the floor. He then collapses onto the floor a ways from the trapdoor entrance and takes a few deep breaths.
After about a minute or so, he says, "I never want to go croc wrestling again..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 26, 2007 7:11:25 GMT -5
A lot of explosions come from outside. Apparently the DJ went outside when no one was looking, and right behind him are about 20 crocs. The DJ has grenades in his hands, and his pockets are bulging with them as well.
"That's right...gather around...I've got plenty to go around...just open wide and say 'Ahhhhhhhhhh!'"
Unknown to him, Zombie Mistress sneaks up right behind him. She groans.
The DJ freezes, forgetting Zombie Mistress was outside. He turns around, just in time to see Zombie Mistress try to grab him. He ducks, but Zombie Mistress got a hold of his IPod. She puts the ear phones in her ears and listens to Paris Hilton play. She hates the music, and chucks the IPod over the bar.
"Oh man...there goes my IPod...Well...at least I now know that Zombie Mistress is unaffected by Paris Hilton....."
Then realizing the horde of crocs are still behind him, he starts to run around the building. He reaches in his pocket and takes out a fuel can. He throws the fuel can at the crocs, takes aim with a flare gun, and fires. The fuel can explodes, incinerating the undead crocs, as well as setting the barricades on fire.
"Oh fuck...shouldn't have done that..."
He climbs the rope ladder back up to the roof, runs down the stairs to the first floor with a bucket of water, and tosses it on the barricades. The bucket, however, was filled with holes and all the water has dripped out.
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 26, 2007 13:44:12 GMT -5
Quickly Vito turns around to face the zombie mistress. "Eat this asshole!" He shouts as he tourches the zombie. Behind her the alchol bottles burst into flames. "God damn this things in accuarte."
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Post by The Zombie Mistress on Apr 27, 2007 21:14:01 GMT -5
Not an undead muscle moved as the strem of fire coursed through the air with it's gruff, angry whisper. Eyes grey with the plague that had killed her bored into Vito like icy daggers. They tore chunks of his fat, spoiled human flesh away and left it in gobs on the floor for Valkyries to spit on. The lowest creatures of Hell would laugh at him one day when this metaphoric murder would be echoed in a more materially malevolent manner. Her gaze staggered him back a step. Zombie muscles flexed beneath her skin, her bony rotting skeleton shifted and her quick step closed the distance between them. If the Zombie Mistress had been breathing, her infected putrid yellow breath would have made don Vitos eyes tear up as though it were mustard gas. Zombie Mistress's lip lifted ever so slightly at one corner. The sneer threatened to break the cracked skin betraying decayed bone or facemeat beneath. The gun appeared in her hand almost before the thin scabbed arm flashed out to it like a bolt of lightning. She smacked him across the face with it. She tore it from it's hose gasoline pouring onto Vito and the floor like blood from a jugular vein she wasn't going to separate from his body just yet. She threw the gunpiece end over end at Leon's face. She walked to the barricaded doors and smashed them open with a zombie crocodile. She looked at Melody. The four ferals outside their clothing in tatters their faces halfeaten away their bones exposed to the air shuffled painstakingly slow to the doorway groaning loud. Zombie mistress put a pianofingered pale hand under one half of a dead sexy breast and licked what remained of her nipple. She walked away again.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 28, 2007 9:42:10 GMT -5
"You know, I'm really starting to dislike her." Melody shudders, shaking off the disturbing vision. "Stupid ... what do they call 'em in England? Tarts? Stupid tart."
"Vito, get yourself a few patches, and help me re-seal the front door, willya? This is seriously starting to tick me off. And don'tcha think it's odd that the crocs ended up here? We aren't exactly close to the zoo, and I don't think they're known for their urban land speed records. And why in the basement?"
Melody glares at the trap door with more than a little ire. "And that ... that rag-bag bitch shows up over, and over ... why here?"
She shakes a ciggy out of her pack, and a MFD lighter from her front pocket.
"More I ponder on it, the more I wonder what exactly's down in that tunnel..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 28, 2007 10:03:22 GMT -5
"I've been down there a few times...what's down there is the entrance to the sewers, the one that I use to get to the nearest mall, risk free, most of the time at least... There wasn't really any crocs there till now though...maybe they're lost..."
The fire on the barricades burn brightly. The DJ looks at it.
"Huh. I coulda sworn I dumped a bucket of water on the flame..."
He looks at the bucket...
...and realizes that the bucket has holes in them, possibly due to gunshots from that last zombie break in.
"DAMN IT! Why didn't I see the holes??!?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 28, 2007 15:22:02 GMT -5
Specialist stands up and, with a slow, stiff gait, drags himself over to his favorite chair, which has now been jammed into a bunch of other stuff. He watches it burn for a short period, then finds another chair somewhere else in the room and sits down slowly. A grimace appears on his face as one of his wounds apparently does not respond well to the sudden pressure of the back of a chair.
He asks somewhat weakly, "I suppose now wouldn't be the right time to ask for another daiquiri? ...Actually, any sort of painkiller'd do.
"Not that I can't handle this, of course." Even when badly wounded, Spec still tries to show no weaknesses.
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 29, 2007 15:04:48 GMT -5
*Considering flamethrowers are powerd by a gel, the pervious statementby zombie mistress is null and void*
"Hey mabey that chick's a vampire?" Vito takes out a wooden stake and launches it at the zombies heart. "That should do, as for patches, What patches?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 30, 2007 5:08:38 GMT -5
*How did your zombie get up after i strapped C-4 and 4 claymores in a circle around it why are you always targeting me anyways?*
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 30, 2007 7:00:26 GMT -5
(( Guys/gals: please keep the OOC to a minimum, and hash out any differences of opinion in PMs. I'll be happy to step in and moderate any serious disagreements, but I really don't want to go that route unless I have to, k?
There are always going to be variances in a freeform RP situation, and as long as no one is being *too* over the top... *koff*
... then there should be nothing that can't be worked out with a minimum of muss, fuss, and bother. In other words ... play nice.
'Nuff said? ))
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 30, 2007 7:46:04 GMT -5
Leon reaches for the small steel cable and peeks outside.
"See? We were better off with her in a cage!"
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 30, 2007 7:55:03 GMT -5
A disturbing series of clanging noises eminates from the west wall of the room, followed by a noise much like radio static...then it falls silent.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 30, 2007 8:42:02 GMT -5
"Gah! I didn't think we'll get messages from the transmitter I set up! Eh...screw it...there's a fire to worry about..."
He goes in his case and takes out a fire extinguisher and douse the flames with foam. The fire flickers, then goes out, but the barricades have been nearly demolished, thanks to the flames. The DJ begins throwing chairs and tables, even the jukebox, at the barricades.
"Um...don't worry about the CDs in that jukebox....I took 'em out..."
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