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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jul 5, 2007 16:48:50 GMT -5
"Uh....that's not my IPod...the one Vito threw was white....mine is black....In fact....I don't even remember where that blasted IPod went, anyway....Hm........"
The DJ thinks really hard. Then it hits him. The DJ grabs a fuel can, a grenade, a shotgun, and some shells.
"Mel...you wouldn't happen to know which way that Zombie Mistress went, now, do ya? I believe that bitch has something that belongs to me...."
At the sound of the last word, a clawing sound is heard at the door. The DJ peers through the window and sees Zombie Mistress. The DJ takes aim and fires a few rounds at her head.
"Die! You bitch! Where's my IPod? Huh? Where is it??!?"
The bullets doesn't affect Zombie Mistress.
"Damn it! I forgot...she can't seem to die..."
Another thought hits him.
"Say Mel...Leon did keep that bitch in the cave...maybe if we were to sick Leon on her?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 5, 2007 17:21:05 GMT -5
"Well, My iPod now." Sarpek slips on the headphones, and immediatley rips them off. "Paris.... Hilton! GAAAH!" Running upstairs, he returns with an Ipod Boombox, plugs the iPod in, and tosses everyone Earplugs. "Brace yourselves!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jul 6, 2007 15:08:27 GMT -5
"NO!!!! Turn it off!!! Zeds are attracted to Paris Hilton!!!!!"
The barricades fall and a few dozen zeds comes in the room.
"AHH!!!! Too late!!!! And at the worst possible time, too!!! You fool!!! If you were here earlier you would have known that little piece of information..."
The DJ grabs a grenade and pulls the ring. He throws it through the door in an attempt to stop the flow of zeds from coming in. But it is no use. Hundreds of zeds are coming in the room, all attracted by the Paris Hilton music.
"Gah!!! Sarpek!!! You created this chaos!!! You get rid of these zeds!!! Run along the streets with the music blaring!!! The zeds will follow the music!!! Except for Zombie Mistress..."
The DJ etches a line on the wall. A good look at the wall shows a few lines.
"Those lines would indicate how many times this place was breached since I've been here...Now...on with the killing...."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 7, 2007 8:47:07 GMT -5
Melody contrives to put the overall-clad cleanup crew between herself and the door, and shakes out a cigarette as they dispatch the zombies neatly, efficiently, and with a minimum of fuss and bother.
"He's right, Sarpek. They can't get enough of it. Best bet is to turn it off, or toss it over the roof edge. Hey, you were undead for a while ... what is it about Paris Hilton that the deaders dig? Is it her prison cred?"
"Geez, guys! Cade first, then kill! Haven't you ever been to a mall siege? And no, you may not sic Leon on her. That's how he first got in trouble, you know. Remember the mess? The cable? The ... well never mind."
Receiving a hand-up, Mel steps onto a stool and from there up onto the little-used end of the bar to get out of the way. "DJ, man, once we get this place refitted, you guys are gonna have to stop blowing things up. I only have so many favors to call in, you know? Hey, what do you think ..." she pauses to stomp some grey and clenching fingers with her Chucks..." about a polished piece of metal to make like a mirror? No way real glass would last a day ..."
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 8, 2007 8:38:01 GMT -5
Sarpek runs out onto the nearest street, and grabs a motorcycle. Quickly tying the boombox to the back, he roars off. Zeds shamble after him.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jul 8, 2007 16:12:07 GMT -5
As the zeds pour out of the room, the DJ looks around.
"Well...Sarpek just might make it out alive...I mean...I made it out alive when I did what he did a few months ago..."
The DJ fills his pockets with revive syringes and begins rummaging through the very few dead bodies.
"Hey Mel! I think this guy is part of the construction crew! He has a tool belt! Should I stick him and hope it's not a spy?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 8, 2007 21:09:07 GMT -5
A crack is heard, echoing from buildings, followed by an enourmous boom. Black oily moke drifts over the buildings of the city. There is a thump on the roof, followed by a loud clatter, and some cursing. Sarpek stumbles down the stairs, clutching some bent metal tubing, and wearing a harness made from what seems to be some old seatbelts. More snapped piping dangles from the harness. "Led the zeds to a hotel, and used this hang glider to get back. Darn these weak alumnium tent poles. They snapped on landing. Anyone got a drink?
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 8, 2007 21:28:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, stick him, DJ. And welcome back, Sarpek. That was some mighty fast ducking and weaving out there." Melody moves behind the bar, shaking her head and kicking the sputtering generator. "Ice might be slushy, but at least it's cold, right?"
She breaks out the much-abused pitcher and blender, rummaging in the cooler for semi-frozen fruit. "You know we're gonna have to clear out for a day or so to let them refurbish the place, right? Are you fellas staying here?" She motions to the upstairs rooms with a heavy-duty salt shaker. "I suppose if you promise to stay out of the way ... these guys are real short-tempered though ..." She motions her head towards the work crew, busy dismantling one of the pool tables to make room for the booth. Leaning forward across the bar, she motions DJ and Sarpek closer. Her voice low, she keeps one eye on the crew to make sure they're not being overheard.
"They're not just a cleanup crew ... you dig? They're a clean-up crew..."
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 9, 2007 9:12:43 GMT -5
"Thanks. I suppose I wil be staying here, not much else to do here. I'll be back in a bit, as soon as I fix the glider. I saw an X-Box down at the mall, as well as some copies of Battlefront ll..."
Sarpek goes back up the stairs. A few moments later, the sound of a welding torch is heard.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 9, 2007 12:41:54 GMT -5
Melody fishes a bottle of tequila from beneath the bar, and sets it beside a bottle of margarita mix.
"Time for a Messican night, whatcha think? I wonder if we've got fixings for the food ... mix those up half and half, will you DJ?"
She moves over to the dark doorway leading into the kitchen, and pushes the door open a crack. The interior is dark, and an odd odor spills out into the bar, a bit like overripe strawberries.
"ValJon, you in there? Hey ... uh ... we're gonna need some tacos, or burritos or something ... you got anything like that?"
She waits a long moment for an answer, cocking her head to the side, opening the door just a bit further. At ground level, cool air swirls out of the dark room, heavy with moisture.
"Geezus, Val, didja leave the freezer door open? It's like, sub-tropical in there ... you got an air conditioner you haven't told me abou ... "
Slowly she lets the door swing shut, shaking her head at whatever she heard, and moving back to the bar with several nervous glances backwards. The door swings gently in smaller and smaller arcs, until it shuts in the dark and the scent once more.
"Man, I dunno about him anymore. He just gets weirder with every revive, you know?" With a slight frown, she finds her smokes and lights one, pulling the NecroTech briefcase over to begin rifling through it.
"Of course, don't we all ..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Jul 9, 2007 20:26:52 GMT -5
The unmistakeable chatter of Vito's unnessicarily large guns explode through the air. Vito's hurtling down the street in a reinforced pickup with a mounted machine gun on the back. There seems to be 3 newcomers on the truck with him. They look to be mafia types, mabey a lost part of Vito's Mob. Behind them is a large contingent of zombies. Vito pulls a bundle out of his pocket and throws it over his shoulder, the bundled seem to be an airtight container of napalm. The namplam explodes setting fire to the zeds. He sighs with relife and tries to slow the truck down. However the breaks are gone and Vito bursts through the wall of the bar. Vito's mob and Vito are ejected from the pickup and land in various spots on the ground. Vito stand up and looks around. "I was on a run to one of my old safehouses, when I found this crew living there. Their old 'Buissness Associates" of mine. The hotel nextdoor was suddenly flooding with zeds and they needed a new place to stay. By the way, I think I saw a hangglider leaving the hotel, anyone know anything about that?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 10, 2007 8:44:47 GMT -5
Sarpek pokes his head down the stairs. His mouth drops open seeing the pickup through the wall, and he immediatley barricades the holes around the edge of the pickup."That's my hang glider, one of the safest ways to travel. Zeds can't get you if you fly. By the way, anyone seen a motorcycle? I need an engine from one."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jul 11, 2007 11:50:23 GMT -5
Leon misses a wide swinging grab at the DJ and mutters something through half lips. He glances around the room and then, hearing a strange rumbly noise, grins and says "Baaah Leh-hon" before projectile vomiting applesauce at the DJ. He misses. Darn the luck, but just then he hears DJ say something about Zombie Mistress and Leon's grin turns very sadistic and lustful.
"Graaagh!"
He grips the bars of the cage firmly and tests them with a gleamity gleaming gleam in his eye, and a rotting erection.
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Post by The Zombie Mistress on Jul 11, 2007 11:59:02 GMT -5
[Screaming, The Zombie Mistress takes flight down the road, around a corner, down the alley, around another corner]
'You keep that Fucking Leon away from me!!!!!!!'
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Post by Sarpek on Jul 11, 2007 13:54:13 GMT -5
So... THAT's how to get her to go away..." Sarpek yells from the roof where he was working, to the zombie mistress. "Hey! If you stop attacking us, We won't let Leon go! Deal?"
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