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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 29, 2007 15:15:32 GMT -5
"Actually...to power that elevator...we can install a genny behind the elevator, accessible by a small trapdoor in the elevator...that way...any zeds who break in won't be able to destroy it."
Yellow Submarine ends and the DJ throws a CD on the stand with his best mixes. The CD composes of a mix of Shakira, Rihanna, Sean Paul, Akon, Maroon 5, Lil' Mama, and Linkin' Park. The songs play without any breaks in between.
The DJ turns to Sarpek.
"Zombies are no big deal..."
The DJ opens the trapdoor leading to the cellar. Snapping can be heard down there.
"Zombie crocodiles are another story...Hey Mel! What do we do with those undead crocs that's been there for ages?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 29, 2007 15:44:47 GMT -5
"That's funny... I was down there when I was a Zed, and I don't remember crocs... Mel let me in through the trapdoor. Mind if I try something?" Sarpek pulls out a rather large flare gun with flares about 1 inch wide. "Made this myself. More of a flare mortar, though. It should blind them quite nicely."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 29, 2007 16:30:28 GMT -5
"Heh. They won't eat undead, but the music makes them crazy. I think they hide out in the side tunnels. One of them leads to the zoo, according to Vito."
"I think the clean-up crew can take care of the crocs, while they're here." Mel grins, propping her elbows on the bar and resting her chin in her hands. "And yes, it is a big favor they owe me."
"As far as shooting Leon goes, I'd prefer it if you stick to darts. Get it? Stick? Darts? Heh. Guns do too much damage to the cage. and I hate to get out the stupid welding gear."
"So how'd you get here, Sarpek?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 29, 2007 16:53:26 GMT -5
"Well, I've lived in Malton most of my life. I was infected in the first outbreaks, and after that my memory gets hazy. I've been revived a few times, and almost always got bitten again. I remember wandering in here, in the cellar at least, and then DJ hauled me up here and revived me. Just a sec, think I left something outside." Sarpek walks out, and returns with a mediumsized suitcase, and a large leather bag. "If you think Darts are good, wait until you see this." Sarpek pulls out a compound bow, and some arrows. He nocks an arrow on the bow, draws, and fires, sending a carbon fibre shaft Zipping toward Leon. It impacts with a dull thock, hitting Leon in the chest. "I used to go hunting with this thing."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 29, 2007 17:04:40 GMT -5
"Wow, no kidding? An actual native of Malton? I thought they'd dragged all of you folks off nt on years ago. Best not let the NecroCreeps know you're around, they'll be sending the troops to pick you up ..."
"Let's see what we can to do keep you breathin' this time around, right? Plus, you know, a little support team makes all the difference. Someone to watch your back. Isn't that right, Leon?" Melody slaps the cage with the flat of her hand, sending it swinging slowly back and forth.
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 29, 2007 17:10:39 GMT -5
"I supppose it does. No support team, and look at him now." Sarpek fires another arrow, aiming for Leon's head.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 30, 2007 9:18:12 GMT -5
"So...uh...back to our elevator problem...how shall we power it? With my previous suggestion or shall we think of something else...such as using Leon for backup power? And I believe we can put those undead crocs to a good use...just what?"
The DJ throws a steak down the trapdoor. In a second, a dozen undead crocodiles comes out of nowhere, every one of them fighting for that piece of juicy steak. The DJ locks the trapdoor and proceeds to Leon's cage with an apple. He places the apple on Leon's head without him knowing. The DJ turns around, about to talk, when a munching sound is heard behind him. The DJ turns around and sees Leon eating the apple.
"No! Bad! Bad Leon! That apple I put there to see if Sarpek could shoot it off your head! No! Stop eating it! Bad! Bad Leon!"
The DJ turns to Mel.
"Since when the hell did zeds eat fruits, anyway?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 1, 2007 8:23:52 GMT -5
"I think it may just be this one ... he never has been average, you know."
Melody hops onto the bar, crossing her legs and swinging her foot as she rummages in the barter box for more smokes.
"If you put the genny behind it, how do you keep it fueled? I think it's a good idea, as long as we have a non-mechanical backup ... some sort of pulley, you know? Anytime I rely on machines they just turn to crap.."
"Aha!" She pulls out a pack of small dark cigarillos, and shakes out out with obvious relish. "I think Spec left these here ... where did he take off to, anyway? Hmph, Probably chasing that wanna-be russian cow ... " She offers the pack around, and lights her own in a cloud of sweet tobaccoey goodness.
"DJ, you got a plan for that booth of yours? You want glass or wire mesh around it? I'd suggest the mesh, 'cuz I ain't cleanin' no zombie muck off of any glass windows..."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jul 1, 2007 15:16:33 GMT -5
Magatsu starts moving slowly and with stiff limbs. Around his neck the tissue seems to melt back into place, leaving a white scar behind. He turns over on his belly, and slowly pushes himself up with his hands against the floor. He ends up sitting with his legs in front of him, his head hanging, he seems to be looking at his hands, slowly opening and closing in his lap.
"Mmmm... my... hands..." He says, voice unsteady and he seems unsure if it will even come a sound from his lips.
"I was dead... a zombie. I felt this terrible hunger burning inside, making everything red..."
He spaces out for a bit, then seems to snap back to the real word for a moment.
He gets up a bit unsteadily, and heads towards the bar, where he sits down next to Sarpek.
"Anyone feel like buying an ex-zombie a drink? I dont care what it is, as long as my moth stops tasting like bad sushi..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jul 1, 2007 15:33:43 GMT -5
"Hm...glass or wire mesh...Hmmmm....Hold on...let me get a blueprint...I kept a blueprint in that factory across the street...I'll be right back."
The DJ runs up to the roof and takes Vito's bridges to the factory. In a few minutes he's running back with a blueprint, but as he's crossing the bridge, it collapses and the blueprint gets ripped in half. The DJ gets up, completely unaware that half of the blueprint is being blown away. The DJ enters from the back door. He turns to Vito.
"Vito...about that bridge you built...um...it sorta went...well...you'll know when you see it..."
The DJ then hands the blueprint half to Mel. Again, the DJ has no idea the other half has flown away...
"On it...I'm sure you'll find the answer of what I want around it."
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 2, 2007 8:21:45 GMT -5
"DJ? THe blueprint ripped..." Sarpek draws another arrow, and shoots the apple that is still in Leon's mouth. "We could always mount a simple ratchet winch in the elevator in case of power failure."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jul 2, 2007 9:53:12 GMT -5
Magatsu mutter to himself for a while...
Then gets up, walks quite steadily back to where his body lay moments before, then goes on towards a couch lurking in a dark corner. He stares at it for a bit, as if he's daring it to make a move. Then he gets down on his knees, and pulls out his sword from underneath the couch.
"Aha!" He says triumphantly. He then goes on looking for the sheath to his cutlass. He finds it after searching a minute or two, then sheats his sword, and straps it to his back. While doing this he realises that his clothes are dark brown with his own blood.
He walks over to the bathroom and dissapears a couple of minutes, and comes back with a t-shirt dyed uneavenly red with his own blood.
He heads back into the store room to check if there is anything more usefull in there, but only finds a bit of bandage that he uses ties around his forehead to keep the hair away from his face.
He then walks over to the trapdoor, opens it, take hold of the edge, and jumps down swinging slightly forward, giving him enough momentum for a running landing. He runs up the stairs and out into the street.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jul 2, 2007 13:41:50 GMT -5
Upon hearing that the blueprint is ripped, the DJ looks at it. He takes a really good look at it.
"Damn it! There goes the part with what I wanted around my booth!!!! Ah...screw it....Just put in a bunch of wired mesh surrounded with barb wire......"
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Post by Vito The Don on Jul 2, 2007 20:45:11 GMT -5
Vito walks over to the trapdoor and opens fire into the croc's. "Crikey there's a bitter." He throws a faded T-Shirt that proclaims "Bearpit Security Staff, Now Remotley Reliable" over to Tatio. "Get that bloodied rag of yourself and show some class, word on the street is that the C4NT is in town, and they might stop here." Vito walks up to the roof and surveys the damage DJ did. The cast iron bridge he had lovingly crafted now lay useless on the ground. Slowly he decended the ladder and walks over to the DJ. He grabs DJ's ipod and throws it into the cellar were the undead crocs seem to be revining. "Have fun."
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 3, 2007 8:44:52 GMT -5
Thinking quickly, Sarpek dives headfirst into the cellar, grabbing the iPod, and stuffing it into his pocket. "Crikey! It's a big bloke down here!" There is a loud bang, and Sarpek scrambles up the ladder as brilliant light blasts from the trapdoor He slams it shut, and slumps to the ground. "Got... Your iPod... DJ..."
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