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Post by Vito The Don on Jun 2, 2007 11:29:48 GMT -5
"How is malton still standing between you and me DJ?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 2, 2007 14:47:47 GMT -5
A tin cup clatters against the bars of the cage. Having spontaneously materialized in the haggard hand of a grey fella who also materialized out of thin air, it goes "clankity clankity clankity clankity clankity clankity"
Oh, and
"Graaaaagh. Bhmr."
The zombie dances and points in cardinal directions.
(Hi! Bye! Love you too, Harrison)
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 2, 2007 19:25:40 GMT -5
Ignoring the zed that appeared out of no where in the cage, The DJ answers Vito's question.
"How's it still standing? Well...you know how it goes...A place gets wrecked and the survivors just rebuild it again...Unless we were to ignite a full blown war...then Malton might be doomed because of us..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Jun 3, 2007 20:15:38 GMT -5
Vito glances quickly to his duffel bags and suffles off, mumering about "Preperations."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 4, 2007 7:15:34 GMT -5
The DJ thinks to himself, Oh no...Vito's not thinking about starting a full blown war, now is he?
"Vito. There's no need to start a full blown war. We are already at war. Just without the missiles and cannons and stuff. Don't make it worst..."
Just then, somebody crashes in from the roof. The unknown figure gets up, looks around the room, and says, "Sorry about that. Name's Axe Hack. I'm just trying to find my way to the Greenhow Building in Roftwood. Can someone point the way?"
The DJ thinks to himself, Axe Hack, eh? Why does that name sound familiar?
((OOC: I hope you guys don't mind me throwing my PKer in the mix.))
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 4, 2007 13:47:11 GMT -5
"Damn it, don't any of you people read the signs about using the rope ladder?" Mel throws her hands in the air, muttering about structural damage, and heads back behind the bar.
"Roftwood, Roftwood ... issat up in the Northwest? No wait, that's Roywood ... "
She stands on tiptoe, peering into the round window of the kitchen door, which is dimly lit, as if through fog. She mutters, almost to herself, "What the heck is he doin' in there, anyhow?"
With a last backwards glance at the ominous kitchen door, she turns her attention back to the bar, picking up a flyswatter to poke idly at the deader in the cage.
"Which section of the city is it in, anyway? Maybe we can find you a map ..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 4, 2007 23:06:16 GMT -5
"I believe it's one of the center suburbs of the city," Axe Hack answers.
Spinbad, listening to this, not sure whether he should barge in, says, "Roftwood is to the east. I should know. I spent about 3 months over there mixing music for the RAF."
The stranger replies to the DJ, "The east, huh? Thanks for the directions. And I hope you enjoy the dead body in the kitchen...And let me warn you now...after I'm through with Roftwood, I'll be back..."
Saying that, Axe Hack quickly escapes the bar the same way he came in.
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 5, 2007 15:49:04 GMT -5
What's left of the bar door swings open. A boy of about 15 enters. He's about 5:11 ft tall and wearing tattered black trousers, pink and black Van's trainers and a plain white shirt. The most noticable thing about him is the expressionless mask being worn on his face.
Insted of saying any thing, he pulls a worn stick of chalk from his pocket and writes on the wall; "Micheal Rhoads" and draws and arrow pointing to himself.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 5, 2007 18:41:24 GMT -5
Spinbad looks at the new guy who came in through the door.
"Woah, woah, woah...how did you get through that impenetrable laser system I set up by the door? Did you not see the sign that says to use the rope ladder?"
The DJ heads over to the door, only to find the laser system destroyed and a new sign that has been put up. The new sign says, Axe Hack was here.
"I should have figured..."
He turns and faces everyone in the bar.
"Damn that PKer...ruining my plans...Anyway...Who the hell is reviving ValJohn? Didn't he say something about a dead body in the kitchen?"
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 5, 2007 18:51:37 GMT -5
At the words; "impenetrable laser system" Micheal looks around. No one can tell that he looks confused because of the mask. He finnaly speaks, his voice distorted by some device; "I saw someone free running to the next roof outside. He was going east. And who is ValJohn?"
He then draws a strange picture of a stickman hanging on the wall in the chalk.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 5, 2007 19:01:16 GMT -5
"ValJohn would be the cook..."
The DJ rummages through his laser case and pulls out another Laser System Proton Cannon XP Bulletproof Version. He reinstalls the whole thing and rehung the sign that said to use the rope ladder on the side of the building.
"Sigh...that Axe Hack'll be back...he warned us he would...not sure if it's a hoax or if we should prepare..."
He turns to Michael.
"Can I call you Mike? Anyway...how did you get stuck in this godforsaken city?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 5, 2007 23:42:53 GMT -5
A clatter is heard in the kitchen, followed by a thump as a plate is thrust through the pick-up window.
Melody frowns, her attention diverted from the new arrival and the question of whether to bother carding him. Hopping off the bar, she moves cautiously towards the empty square, lit only by the heat lamp over the dish. "What the hell ... I guess he revived himself ... or there's another body back there ... that is you, isn't it, ValJohn?" She stands on tiptoe to see over the edge of the window, shaking her head and giving up as the dimness of the room deflects casual observation. She takes the plate, bringing it back to the bar and setting it down with a thump.
On the nearly unbreakable plate is a large cut of meat, breaded and baked to golden perfection. Small potatoes edge the chop, along with what seems to be a sprig of slightly wilted parsley.
"Uh ... yeah ... well, it ain't exactly a hamburger, but ..." She leans slightly over the plate, sniffs appreciatively. "Smells pretty good ... anybody hungry?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 6, 2007 7:20:14 GMT -5
A loud thud is heard in the kitchen, followed by gunshots. In a few minutes, Axe Hack barges out the kitchen door and escapes through that hole he made in the roof.
The DJ says, "Damn...maybe we should prepare for his next assault....."
He goes in the kitchen with a stick and jabs the dead ValJohn with it.
"Seriously...if Axe keeps targeting the cook, we might have a fire in the kitchen soon..."
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Post by Micheal Rhoads on Jun 6, 2007 12:49:20 GMT -5
"Umm, shouldn't you guys fix that hole in the roof? And i'll take food, person at the bar. I havn't eaten for 2 days".
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Post by Vito The Don on Jun 6, 2007 14:22:42 GMT -5
Vito clatters down the stairs, dragging what looks to be his Prototype BEHMOTHHELLFIRE. The machine shotgun now looks like somthing out of a Star Wars movie. It's not only the regular behemoth, but it also carries a LAW and a magnum, Plus the usual granade launcher. "Check it out" he says looking around the room, upon looking closer, he sees the new kid. "Who's this?" he asks to DJ. "Can you vouch for him? He looks like a PK or Gk to me." Vito looks at his weapon, and then fires it wildly out the window. Across the street, a gang of Zeds are boliterated by the Anti Armor rocket blast.
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