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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 2, 2007 16:37:22 GMT -5
Specialist watches Lachryma leave, then fishes out a couple of pistol clips and a first-aid kit to pay for her vodka and another clip and a needle for a scotch for himself. He then leans back in his chair and listens intently to the buzz of conversation going on around him, slowly sipping his scotch as he does so.
Specialist doesn't like to talk much, but he knows the value of listening. As such, he's gained a reputation as the local source of gossip and any other "news" the Channel 4 News Team doesn't put in its daily radio broadcasts.
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 2, 2007 17:25:27 GMT -5
" 2 weeks back I was in a safehouse, a gang of 6 came in and said they needed a palce to sleep. Around 3 am I awoke to gunshots, the gang has started slaughtering the other survivors. I go on teh roof and jumped to the next buliding."
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Post by iamrisen on Mar 2, 2007 18:00:30 GMT -5
The hooded kid tosses the pack of cigarillos to Melody.
"Tequila."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 2, 2007 19:22:28 GMT -5
Lachryma slowly walks back down the stairs with an empty shot glass.
"I thought dead ones would burn with vodka thrown on them, but it no works. Is annoying. Anyone else want to buy me new drink?"
She looks expectantly around the room.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 2, 2007 20:02:54 GMT -5
Mel leans over the bar, makes a 'gimmie' motion to the tender. "C'mon, Mac, you know I'm good for it ..."
Reluctantly the bartender shuffles under the counter, coming up with a dusty bottle. The label is decorated with a small messican boy on a burro, waving cheerily. Mel takes it with a grimace, lifting it up to peer at the worm floating in the dross at the bottom. "Not sure this is tequila, man ... does tequila have a worm in the bottom? Close enough?"
She taps the bar next to Specialist. "Man, don't give in so easy. You gotta haggle! Otherwise he'll be putting on airs, raising prices, and I'll have to shoot him in the leg again."
Mel tosses the nearly flat pack of smokes down the bar to Leon. "Here, man, give the girls a treat."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 2, 2007 20:16:03 GMT -5
Lachryma sighs, then she pulls out a dusty rocket launcher from under her poncho.
She tosses it on the bar.
"I take one shot of everything you have. Oh, and throw in Snickers candy bar. You no can hide it from me."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 2, 2007 23:01:17 GMT -5
Leon dives onto the bar, sending a couple of drinks crashing onto patrons and the tavern floor. He scrambles and in less time than it takes for the brain to remember to blink an eye, he comes away with the rocket launcher, grinning and backing away from the bulk of the group, looking left, right, and behind him to ensure he's not being snuck up on. He moves back near the doorway where he's hidden a large hip pouch and throws it to the bartender.
"50 syringes. Life is more precious than death, and far harder to come by around here."
He caresses the small rocket launcher and has a heated, subdued, discussion with Castor and Pollux, the two lesbians still hanging from his bandolier. He lights the cigarette, making a bitter-beer face as he gets used to the flavor of tobacco seemingly from Ancient Egypt. After a few drags he turns to Lachryma.
"A gold plated Kalashnikov? That's just bad taste. Now gold slugs? That's how you show off the money. At any rate, I prefer the Chinese version, or, in a pinch, the Military Arms Corporation's American born forty-five caliber answer to the Uzi."
He tries very hard not to sneer at her as he says to the barman "Replace everyone's drinks, of course, -Sorry, guys!- and consider my syringes a suitable replacement for this long-arm, here. "
He steps to Melody, admiring the bottle and it's label, which reminds him of home for some reason. "Share a shot with a bazooka-wielding psychopath who plays with barbies?" His hand is on her shoulder, and trails down her back to fall back to his side as he looks at the bottle again, then back to her.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 2, 2007 23:54:57 GMT -5
Lachryma watches Leon very closely.
"Would you like rocket to go with metal tube, foolish man? Or perhaps you like to fire needles from launcher?"
She waltzes up to the bar and grabs the pouch while winking at the bartender.
"Is good trade. I use one to revive Leon-fool after explosion."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 0:16:29 GMT -5
Leon lifts the empty rocket launcher and stares down the hollow pipe, then swears. "Eh. no big. With Vito's munitions I can turn this into a nice nail gun." then, after a pause. "Hey, I think she likes me. She'd revive me!"
He winks at Lachryma and raises the launcher in thanks
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 0:20:02 GMT -5
Lachryma looks down the rocket launcher skeptically.
"And what you do with functioning rocket? Build quick barricades? Shoot down helicopters?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 0:55:34 GMT -5
Leon thinks* "Well, nothing really. But it's always nice to have one around. You know, for thoes really aggressive zed hordes.........And......maybe to twirl, sleep with under my pillow, paint, etc"
"Those are both good ideas, too, though!"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 1:19:29 GMT -5
Lachryma gestures...below his belt.
"You want rocket launcher since you think with that, no? Is sad."
She uses her hand and mimes sending a shock through his private parts, smiling sweetly while she does so.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 3, 2007 1:26:26 GMT -5
"How about for, you know, blowin' crap up?"
"Like, I dunno, buildings fulla deaders ... or prissy-ass DEM people ... or hey, barricades?"
"What say, Vito, you got anything that'll fit in that tube?"
Mel rolls the bottle she's holding to the hooded kid, gives the bartender a 'gimmie' gesture. "One more a' those, and I know you have it, and I'll make sure he points the damned thing outside when it goes off."
"Oh hey, Toots. No tradee-tradee tube for tube, savvy?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 1:36:00 GMT -5
"You know, I've got to wonder why a woman would walk around with something like this in her clothes. Tell me, Lachryma. Is it....Penis envy?"
He turns and walks off, resisting the urge to take the steel pipe to her head. Rejoining Mel at the bar, he pulls out a half pack of Marlboro Mediums. "Zed's dead, honey. Zed's dead." he quotes. "So don't mind em if they taste a little funky." He shakes the pack and offers her the one that half-pops out. His other hand sparks a Bic.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 2:00:05 GMT -5
Lachryma shouts at Leon's back.
"I find rocket launcher in fort, carry around to lure morons with. Is lovely, no? But now is no longer needed."
She turns to Mel, "Why destroy building full of dead ones when could be used for shelter? People like you with explosives, and Malton is wasteland."
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