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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 19:03:53 GMT -5
Yeah, but only if I get to breathing hard, Czarina. Rat, huh? Reminds me of home. I used to keep them as pets. I do hope that's not my dear Papa Pip you have there. Leon joins her at the cage and admires the "dancer"'s former charms. "Imagine. That could be you......or me or anyone, really. But I don't have breasts."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 19:27:46 GMT -5
Lachryma begins nibbling on the rat.
"And who are you, philosopher? I no want to be in cage, do you?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 19:38:31 GMT -5
Leon bites the head off of his rat and chews contemplatively. "Philosopher. That's the most flattering thing I've been called since I arrived in Malton. Thanks. And I think you'd look pretty good in that cage. With less clothes, of course. At any rate, Lachryma. This name is Russian? What does it mean?
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 19:56:58 GMT -5
Lachryma glares for a moment, then laughs silkily.
"Stop flirting, is annoying. My name is taken from book I see in Malton, I take for I need new name for new life. Is lovely, no?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 20:09:37 GMT -5
"That's quite a laugh, isn't it? And, yes, I do like it a lot. Your name, I mean. I was very curious because I think that name is actually Greek."
Leon grins as he looks back at the dancer. "So much for picking a fight. And I can't flirt, you know. That girl, Melody, over there? She doesn't know she likes me. She'd probably hurt me if she caught me flirting, so shhhhh." He puts a finger to his lips.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 20:32:38 GMT -5
Lachryma glances over at Mel.
"She hear you, I bet. Will be funny to watch. And my name is Greek? Is news to me. So, how long have you been in area?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Leon glances over ihs shoulder at Melody, swallowing as he drinks her in from head to toe for the hundredth time. So many girls, so much eye candy He looks up at the stripper. some of it sour.
"My best guess would be that it's roots are in Greek, anyway. I couldn't tell you for sure. I'd like to know your Russian name, though, and how you got here. Were you one of those mail-order brides?" He laughs, knowing he may have offended her but appreciating his own joke anyway. He catches himself eying her physique and pulls his eyes away before he gets slapped. That really has been happening a lot lately.
"I've been here a few months. Too long, too long. You?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 21:16:28 GMT -5
Lachryma edges away from leon.
"Stop eying poncho, is obvious. And no, I is no weak-willed bride. I is merely tourist drafted for medical ability. As for name...um...is for me only. Feth off."
She walks back to the bar, takes a seat, and begins painting her nails.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 21:45:49 GMT -5
Leon grins to himself as she walks off, and looks up into the dancer's eyes, which are pretty white, and wonders if his looks half that madly mad. He shrugs, walking over to the bar and taking a seat on a waiting stool.
To the bartender he says "Yeahp, yeahp. I'm quite the ladies' man, haven't you heard?" As the bartender grunts a laugh, or laughs a grunt, Leon asks for vodka and Coke, feeling quite sick of rum. He looks around to see who else is alive in the bar, then hisses something at Samantha who he suddenly spots standing on a pool table, one hand on her hips, the other arm extended and it's hand and fingers gesturing at a pool cue.
"Not now. Why don't you bother the dancer? She's the only constant entertainment, and you haven't any brains for her to eat. Wonder if she can take your soul!"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 21:53:40 GMT -5
At the next table over from the Russian a young man is sitting in the chair sleeping, with his head resting on the table and his arm sprawled out across its length. He is wearing a tattered military uniform, but there's no insignia, nor any trace of the original unit badges--all of the ones he's wearing now are obviously much newer than the uniform. A shotgun lies cradled on his knees, and a pistol is in the holster by his side. An old fire axe peeks out of the backpack at his feet; judging by the sack's bulky appearance, it's obviously crammed with lots of other useful items as well. A small puddle of drool has collected on the table directly below his open mouth.
The man is clean-shaven--obviously, unlike many other Maltonites, he carries his own razor. His hair has also been cropped short and straight across his head somewhat haphazardly, one of the disadvantages of not being able to find a mirror.
His sleep seems fitful--every so often he will wince, and his other hand will twitch toward the trigger on his shotgun. However, the reflex passes quickly, and his sleep is otherwise undisturbed.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 21:59:43 GMT -5
Lachryma looks up from her nails at the sleeping man's twitch.
She appears deep in thought for a moment, then she walks over.
"Pst. Man with gun." He remains asleep.
She looks impatient, so she slaps him.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 22:03:30 GMT -5
The man wakes up with a start, standing and leveling his shotgun towards the medic with lightning reflexes developed out of necessity. He lowers the gun as soon as he sees the woman standing in front of him doesn't seem to want to kill him.
"Geez, what was that for?" he says a little indignantly. "Can't ya see I was tryin' to get some sleep? Unless there's a breakin over next door again, I oughtta..." He lets his last sentence trail off.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 22:09:26 GMT -5
Lachryma holds her hands out in front of her in a gesture of peace.
"Is okay, sleepy one, you is safe. I just see Newsweek sticking out of bag, I like to look at now. Maybe there is talk of Motherland in magazine..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 22:11:25 GMT -5
Leon and Samantha exchange a look and in a moment she is no longer seen hanging from the caged zombie's arm. Leon holds his glass, orders 3 shots of straight Tovarisch brand Vodka from the bartender, and coughs up more First Aid Kits to pay for them. He chases one shot with the mixed drink, then sits watching the Russian abuse the sleeper. Leon wonders which of them is more likely to get accidentally shot. Speaking of shot *gulp* mmmm
((*edit: damn, i was way slow on that one. ah well, thanks for not shooting me, big guy!))
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 22:14:03 GMT -5
"Hell, that thing's over a year old; I doubt it would do you any good, unless you've been here longer than I have. Other than my pistol and this here uniform, it's the only thing left from my life on the other side of the quarantine.
"Still, I suppose it can't hurt anything to let you have a look. Just don't start digging through my pack or anything; a lot of the stuff in there can be bad for your fingers if you're not expecting it."
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