The Elbow Room

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"I would lure those zeds away with Paris Hilton on my IPod, but after that inceident with Zombie Mistress I had outside, well...my IPod went flying thanks to her...sigh..."

At the sound of the sigh, a black item with earphones comes crashing through the roof, hitting Spec in the head. The DJ goes to pick it up. It is his IPod.

"My IPod! It found it's way back to me! 'Cept now I might need to charge it now..."

Spinbad ruffles through his cases, but the charger is no where to be found. After going through the last case, an electrical cord comes flying through the window, hitting Spec in the head as well. It comes to a rest next to Spinbad's equipment. Spinbad picks it up.

"Well...what do you know? It's the charger...I'm guessing Zombie Mistress had it..."

He turns to Vito.

"Where'd that boulder come from? Unless this bar has many trapdoors and stuff, that wouldn't have happened..."

[Vito The Don]

"There's like a zillion trap doors up there, back in the day this was a mob hagout." He looks around. "This whole time, I've known the history of this place." He points at the corner booth. "That was the site were I was first recruited." He motions over to the bar counter. "My first hit 'Antoinio Delvicki." he sighs. "This place is painted with the blood of my own doings." gabbing his rifle he knocks a hole in a wall. "Reserve booze." He says as he grabs some vodka out of the hole. "Drink up, I have a bad feelling about the next 6 hours."

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon applauds Vito's unexpected agility before asking the director where one finds a giant stone ball like that.

Leon steals a fireproof blanket from Vito's bag, replacing it with 2 strangely-colored NT syringes labeled "Polymer X" and covers the Turk up, then looks around. "I don't feel like killing zombies. I feel like watching zombies eat people. Why don't we just lead them somewhere else and let the good times roll?"

[Vito The Don]

Vito glances Leon with his "Holocaust cloak". He pulls out a Desert Eagle loaded with .50 cals. "If you want to trade, ask. And whats in those syringes?"

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Spinbad glances out the window.

"Wow. An entire horde of zeds carrying torches....that can't be good..."

At the sound of the word 'good', a few of the zombies throw their torches through the window. The entire first and second floor is set ablaze in 5 minutes. The sprinkler system oddly enough does not come on.

"Gah! Where's the nearest fire department??!? Screw that...why didn't the sprinklers activate??!? Did someone cut off our water supply?"

Spinbad grabs his extinguisher from one of his cases, fighting the flames closest to his equipment.

"There is no way I'm going to lose this forth turntable...Die you stupid flames, die!"

((OOC: Sorry. Thought I might make this interesting a little...))

[Leon Silverblood]

Leon winks at Don Vito, "Those will turn the living into less than zombies. An accidental concoction and one of the first while the gov't worked on the first Revivification syrum. Love the cloak, by the way."
Leon grabs the nearest bottle of rum and turns it bottoms up. "Soon I must bid you all adieu! I'll miss many of you."
(Good playin with ya, friends.)

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Spinbad looks at the raging fire.

"Oh screw this..."

He grabs whats left of his cases and throws em out the window, in an attempt to save most of them. One of the cases open and a big fire hose and a wrench falls out. Spinbad looks out the window.

"Oh...I forgot I had that...and the fire hydrant is right outside...Anybody care to help me out here?"

[Vito The Don]

Vito pulls a mysterious chemical out of his pocket, and throws it on the flames. After 5mins they sputter and die out. "Don't ask about that crap." He looks over at Leon. "I'll miss you." He throws Leon the Behemoth. "Cap a couple zeds for me."

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"What about the second floor! It's still blazing!"

Spinbad jumps out the window, grabs the wrench and fire hose, loosen the screw on the fire hydrant, connected the hose, and starts putting out the 2nd floor. He looks over at the torch carrying horde.

"Screw you all!"

Spinbad stops dousing the 2nd floor and begins dousing the horde.

[Melody Arachne]

"Dj, Dj ... you gotta relax, man. You're gonna stroke out before they ever have a chance to eat you."

Melody hefts her fire extinguisher and heads for the stairs, spraying the remains of the fire as she goes. "That's some pretty cool stuff, Vito. And Leon ...don't you dare take off 'til you settle up your bar tab! ValJon was right. Never give credit to Rangers."

She pauses as a stair creaks under her weight, and begins to chuckle. "Hey, we had a fire ... all right!" Transferring the extinguisher to her right hand, she fishes in her pocket and pulls out her cel, hitting a number on the speed dial.
"Hey, whatcha doin? Nuh-uh ... you were? Really? Hah, well, I beat ya to it. Did too. Did too. Why, do I need a reason to call?"
She props the phone on one shoulder, and begins spraying the chemical foam down the hallway.
"Well, yeah. We had a fire. Who else would I call? No, I did not start it. Did not. No I won't swear on anything. No, not even that.
But, you know, structural damage and .. er ... smoke, and stuff. I thought maybe you'd like to take a look, or somejunk."
She pauses, listens, chuckles at the reply. "Yeah, no rush. It's mostly out, I think. Watch out for the deaders, though."
"Yeah, me too. I'm hangin' up now. No, I am. I am this time. I am. Okaybye."

She sets the fire extinguisher down with a thunk at the top of the stairs, and props her hands on her hips. "Now you see what you made me do? Geezus, guys, clean up down there, willyah? I've gotta change!"

Humming to herself, she goes to see if any of her things have survived the foam, fire, smoke and brain-suckers.

[23skidoo]

Jojomofo had been on the road for over a week now with no sleep, little water and a constant state of fear for company. He can barely think about his previous life, dealing in anything other than the present could be fatal in this town.

It was the fire that alerted him, he could not go on much further without food and flames could only mean humans...or what might be left of them. Where there was people there might be food, he had to risk it.

Keeping to the shadows, as he moved closer to the building he felt himself moving further away from reality.

Were those zombies with torches?

Was that a dominatrix with her brains hanging out?

Crocodiles!?!

Jojo was having second thoughts about approaching but hunger and desperation were his masters now.

He was about to shout out to the guy on the roof trying to put out the flames but realised this might draw the wrong kind of attention. Plus, maybe these people were more dangerous than the dead.

As he edged closer still he tripped and fell, bruising his exposed knees. Cursing at his stupidity he felt around to see what had caused the fall. As his hand gripped upon a long and gnarled item he reflexivly pulled away.

'What the fuck is that that' thought Jojo, 'it looks like a barbequed.... crocodile tail...?' His repulsion turned to ravenous desire, the charcoal tail nothing more than a blur in its journey from hand to mouth. All sense of his surroundings disappeared as the need to feed over-rode the fight or flight programe he had been running for as long as he could remember.

When little more than a stump remained, Jojo's mind slowly came back to the bigger picture and the question that remained. Did he approach this potential madhouse or did he move on and try his luck elsewhere.

Unsure of everything he decides to crawl into a small bolt hole at the base of the factory wall he is hiding beside. It's tight and damp but he's been in worse places. 'Maybe I should keep an eye on these folks for a while before I make myself known' thinks Jojo.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Spinbad douses the last torch carrying zed. He looks around. He seems to have blown the zeds all over the place since the hose was high power. He unattached the hose and packs it up, beginning to move the cases he threw outside back inside. It takes an hour to do so. Once back inside through the nearly demolished barricades, he glances at his equipment.

"Well...there goes another turntable lost...It take me a few days to unbury another one...since the fifth case seems to be at Fort Creedy...Who wants to pick it up? I really don't feel like heading all the way over there..."

[Tovarisch Khrushchev]

Tovarisch burst through the barricades, wincing as he realized what he had just done. He scrambled to form a solid barricade, but managed only to place a few chairs in front of the door.

"I'm sure someone will take care of all of this later."

He brushed a small bit of dirt off his glimmering white suit and took a staggered step to the bar. He had his usual drunk walk about him, and had obviously made a full recovery.

"The place looks..." Tovarisch glanced around at the slightly changed appearance of the Elbow Room. "Cozy... I at least hope I can still get a drink. My Vodka supply is running low. Ivan runs a dry hospital. With that being said..."

Tovarisch downed the bottle of vodka and his face scrunched up as the fire water scorched his throat. "AHHHH AQUA LUNG!"

[Vito The Don]

Vito rummages through one of his bags an pulls out a shiney new turntable. "I picked this one up in caiger at the music shop, you can have it." He goes back to tinkinkering on his new BEHEMOTH. "This sucker has not ouly the auto shogun but a gernade launcher and detachable fire axe." Looking over at the new russian and graps the bottle. "Salud friend." He says as he drinks the rest.

[Leon Silverblood]

(Bye guys! It's been no end of fun and I'll miss you all!)

Leon takes the Behemoth and admires the crazy don's workmanship, nodding his thanks. He looks around at everyone in the room with a tight-lipped smile and as his very tired looking eyes meet each of theirs in turn. He takes a deep breath and then looks around coldly, steel and solitude showing through half-covered irises with the matte black unresponsiveness of reserve.

"This is where I stop playing a petty game of life, death, re-life, and re-death. I'm getting out. Out of this building, out of Malton, or I'm going to undie trying. If anyone finds my body, dance for me. Sing for me. If you find my rotten ass staggering and groping after a meal of your friends' flesh or bones, headshot me. No more revives."

Leon begins blowing holes through the newly arriving ferals, aiming first for their stomachs where the buckshot or slugs can sever the spine low and end the zeds' walking days, and then for the neck; steel shot would act as a modern-day katana and raggedly remove skulls from their roosts.

Noticing that in one hand he still holds a fifth of Tovarisch NMC Vodka, he throws it underhanded up into the air and watches it spin for a moment before pulling the shotty up and squeezing it's trigger, the remaining two-thirds of the 750 milliliters of 70 proof poison showering some far-away pavement.
He glances back over his shoulder, into the tavern and says "That's a nice cage. Wouldn't be so bad to be a zombie dancer in a cage like that in a joint like this...", then puts his ear buds in. Between laying steel shot and slugs into the skulls of zombies who would apparently rather stop him from hearing real music, he selects one "Flute Concerto in G minor 'La Notte'" from Vivaldi and presses play on his Radio Shack-heisted off-brand iPod.

As far as he knew, no one truly living was within a quarter-mile of him inside the town as he neared the governments precious poor impression of the Great Wall of China and none saw what ensued. He surveyed the classic yellow tape that shouldn't even have been necessary; that was almost an insult to anyone inside Malton as they surely knew not to attempt passage. Leon, and only Leon, would ever know that as the guards in their towers showed themselves with all the airs of intimidation that they could muster, he heard words in his mind that had been etched into him since the moment Tommy Lee Jones spoke them in Natural Born Killers: "End of the line, Knox!" In respondse, he whispered to himself, paraphrasing Mickey's later line, "'Right out the front door!', Warden".

No one saw the attempt as far as he would ever know, but he was very pleased when his final target fell to the ground face first and Leon heard no more gunfire. He hadn't made it, but every bastard standing in the way had died with him, and he grinned a bloody grin. One ear bud still dangled by his bloody lobe and the sounds of flutes still reached him, fading with the beat of his heart.

Back at the tavern, all of his FAKs and syringes lay on the bar along with a half-pack of dried out, stale, brittle Marlboro's, Melody's name written across the box in Leon's own trademark chickenscratch.