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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 22:22:22 GMT -5
Lachryma looks incredulous.
"Year old? What is point? Why you carry around old thing? Burn it to keep disgusting man warm."
She points at Leon.
"If he looks at poncho again, I will electrocute testicles." She raises her voice slightly. "Is understood, strange man? No look, no touch, no pain."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 22:28:00 GMT -5
The man's face seems to harden at the woman's suggestion to burn his magazine, but he says nothing about it. Recovering his composure, he instead says, "Well, my momma taught me it's impolite not to introduce yourself to a lady. I'm not too good at any of that formal junk but the name's..."
His voice trails off again, and another pained look crosses his face for a brief moment. Recovering himself again, he resumes, "Eh, the name's not important. Everyone calls me Specialist, though, and I suppose you should too."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 22:34:22 GMT -5
Leon rolls his eyes.
"Oh, heavenly Zed help us all. A Czarina turned tourist turned medic is angry at me for admiring her. Heaven forbid."
With a deep, sarcastic bow and a flourish his arm, hand, and invisible hat taken from his head, Leon says "Pardon me Tsarina." As if he feared for his testicles. With this many deaths and revives, they had probably fallen off, already. He checked. Nope, the airline had not [yet] lost the luggage.
"Relax, proud Mary, I won't hurt your precious poncho. Have a shot of vodka and get over it."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 22:34:54 GMT -5
Lachryma holds out her hand, expecting to be treated like a noblewoman. After an awkward moment, she drops her hand to her side.
"Is nice to meet you, Specialist man. I is Lachryma, one and only Czarina in Malton. May I take seat?"
She doesn't wait for a response and promptly sits next to the man.
[EDIT] She disdainfully glances at Leon. "You need vodka more then me. Keep it, I is good."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 22:41:46 GMT -5
"Sure, go ahead," Specialist says somewhat faux-absentmindedly after the fact. An awkward silence passes.
Breaking the silence, he turns to Lachryma and says, "Don't mind him--he gets this way with all the girls. I think he really secretly fancies the one in the corner there, though." He discreetly gestures over in Melody's direction.
"Myself, I've seen too much happen in this city to really be in the mood for much of anything to do with any attachments to a girl. Besides," he says, seeming to wince ever so slightly as he forms his words, "personal attachments only hold you back in a situation like this."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 22:48:45 GMT -5
Lachryma looks at Specialist, then glances down.
"Only hold back? Friends is useful, no? Protect you while you sleep? Bind wounds?"
Lachryma hesitates for a few moments.
"I is too blunt, but...what happen to you?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 1, 2007 22:55:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's good to have someone you can trust in a fight, but when you get too attached it can be difficult to not try to play the hero and just do your duty. That's when you can get into trouble if you don't watch yourself, and if you do, well...
"But enough about me; I'm sure you don't want to hear about this old soldier's war wounds." He nudges his pack with his booted foot. "How about I get us both a drink? I've got enough stuff in this pack that I can trade to keep half of this joint under the table for days, so it's no skin off of my nose."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 23:11:34 GMT -5
Lachryma chuckles darkly.
"Emotional attachments is bad for health? Is that what you say? Well then I need drink after that."
She waves at Leon.
"I take vodka now!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 23:31:00 GMT -5
Leon turns away from the bartender he's been holding a whispery conversation with and gestures at the two shots sitting on the bar a few feet from him.
"Gonna hafta get 'em yerself, honey. Despite my short skirt, I am no waitress. Specialist, you can keep us under the table if they ever get through those cades in numbers too great to stave off. I'd rather go from alcohol poisoning than need a friend to hold my guts as we flee! Hah!"
He looks toward Melody, who is apparently asleep, and grins to himself as he thinks of ways to capitalize on that. He turns back to the bartender, the two exchanging things with subdued motions of their hands as they glance at anyone else around to see who's watching.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 2, 2007 0:27:18 GMT -5
Lachryma wanders over to the bar and grabs one of the shot glasses. She swishes the liquid around in the glass as she peers over Leon's shoulder.
"What is you up to, suspicious philosopher? Buying gold plated AK to add to katana collection?"
Lachryma giggles to herself as she walks up the stairs with her drink.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 2, 2007 7:25:48 GMT -5
Mel shakes herself out of her reverie, to glance with surprise at the small crowd seeking refuge in the dingy bar. "Man, you nod off for a minute and they start a party without you ..." She polishes off her beer and stands, stretching and yawning her way to the bar. Picking a stool at the end furthest from the dancer, she pulls a battered pack of smokes from her back jeans pocket and peers into it with a sigh. She gives the bartender a hopeful look. "I don't s'pose anybody's traded for a pack of smokes, have they? Any kind?" At the negative shake of his head, she fishes a bent ciggy from the pack, and sighs at the two remaining. "Down to two. It's gonna be a long apocalypse..."
Her lighter flicks in the gloom, and she closes her eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. A long pause, and a cloud of almost-stale smoke passes her lips, along with a deep sigh of contentment. "Guess no one's gonna complain about secondhand smoke killing them after a deader has sucked out their brains a couplea times, huh? See? It's all a matter of priorities..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 2, 2007 8:39:27 GMT -5
"You're Melody, right? Thanks for that beer. Anyway, Vito, the Big Apple is fine when I checked years ago. Don't know about now. All I know is that it's in much better condition then here."
The man looks around the room.
"I'm sorry. I didn't introduced myself yet. I'm Spinbad. DJ Spinbad. Around New York, I'm known as the fastest hands in New York."
DJ Spinbad walks toward the bar and takes a seat. He then yells to the barkeeper, "Hey barkeep! You got any burgers round here?"
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Post by iamrisen on Mar 2, 2007 13:02:56 GMT -5
The hooded kid pulls a box of Black and Milds out of the pouch-pocket on the front of his hoodie.
"Yours if you've got any booze you can spare."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 2, 2007 14:47:41 GMT -5
"I just hope my brother is carrying on the Family business. He left to make a 'Deal' a week ago in africa, i just hope this plague didnt spread."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 2, 2007 15:50:52 GMT -5
"Pick your poison, Hoodie, I'll gladly burn up my credit here for a pack of smokes. An' last I heard, which was info at least three months ago, nothing had spread beyond the cades."
She takes a drag off her ciggy, lets the smoke curl from her lips and draws it up her nose. "Anyone ever try to run the 'cades? I haven't yet, but how hard can it be?"
Mel taps her ashes off into her hand, rubs them into the denim of her jeans. "You ever think ... maybe the deaders aren't the real enemy around here?"
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