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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 3, 2007 2:13:40 GMT -5
Mel leans over, cupping Leon's hand with hers and pulling fire into her smoke. She sends a long plume towards the ceiling before turning back to the Russian.
"People like me? You ah ...mean what? Americans?"
She shakes her head and laughs, twisting the top off of the dirty bottle of mescal.
"It's that whole Fourth of July thing, baby. We just love to blow shit up. Makes us feel all ... virtuous."
"I blame Bruce Willis."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 2:18:22 GMT -5
Lachryma looks slightly nervous.
"No, no, not American. Just crazy people who think of many uses for rocket launcher at drop of hat. Is understood now?"
Lachryma stares off into the dim bar for a moment, then turns back to Mel.
"What is your story, shady lady? I write book one day, need lots of notes."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 2:24:01 GMT -5
Leon looks around slowly "Funny, this doesn't look like Nakatomi plaza, but with some C-4, a computer monitor, desk chair, elevator shaft...it could be." He rifles through his pockets and comes up with a small firecracker, holding it up to the light.
"No, I don't think this is up to snuff..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 3, 2007 2:35:17 GMT -5
"..."
Melody gives a deep sigh. "Alright, first things first. American 101. A shady lady is someone who sells their .. er .. favors, for money. This is not a good thing to call someone, and I'm pretty sure it isn't what you meant, so we'll let it fly."
"Second, if you write a book about other people, y'see, you have to share the profits with them. It's a rule. Don't worry about the contract, I'll draw that up for you later."
"Third, if you want to get people to talk, it's pretty much understood that you should buy a round for the house." She shrugs. "England. What can ya do?"
She stands, hands Leon the bottle. "Hold that for me, willya? I gotta make room for it ..."
with a grin, she heads for the graphically illustrated Ladies' Room.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 2:47:35 GMT -5
Leon looks after her and chews his lip at the thought of privacy with the infamous Mel. A hungry growl of a breath escape his nostrils, but he remains where he is, looking to Lachryma.
"So, what town in Russia?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 3:32:45 GMT -5
Lachryma looks at Mel's back, then at Leon.
"Is confusing person. She is dark, suspicious...shady, no? Perhaps I offend her?"
She shrugs.
"What town? Moscow of course. I had lovely apartment with view of People's Dumpster."
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 3, 2007 7:37:15 GMT -5
Vito reaches into his duffle bag."Well I have this." He hold up a LAW anti vhical rocket launcher."I got 3 round for it plus 5 claymore anti personel mines. Not to mention a mosin naget and a M63. I did a little shoping at Fort Creedy."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 9:58:59 GMT -5
"You offended her when you called her shady. Kind of like I offended you when I mentioned mail-order brides."
Leon pauses for a moment as he thinks of Moscow, knowing he'll probably never see it now, and then the "People's Dumpster" hits him and he laughs heartily.
"Oh, that's good. That's good. People's Dumpster. So you DO have a sense of humor, after all!"
When Vito mentions his small arsenal, Leon nearly soils himself in ecstacy, eyes popping open wide before he can subdue himself and act falsely casual.
"Oh, nice. Yeah. Looking to get rid of them?" He makes a mental note that he must fine this "Fort McCreedy" and make it the capital of his own small newly-declared country.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 3, 2007 11:52:18 GMT -5
The DJ looks at all the weapons everyone has.
"All these weapons...and all I have are Paris Hilton CDs...Some guy stole one of my CDs and chuck it at an undead since his pistols wouldn't kill it. Amazingly he managed to kill it with that one CD. That CD was some Britney Spears CD, too. After that, I'm like, 'Who needs weapons when bad music can kill?' But then again, I do keep a few firearms on me as a backup weapon...Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go see if the mall has any CDs I could use. Barkeep! Is there an entrance to the sewers in here?"
The barkeeper points to a door leading to the cellar. Spinbad leaves through the sewer, heading North.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 13:48:08 GMT -5
Lachryma stares at Vito.
"You have....Mosin Nagant? Rifle of Motherland in Great Patriotic War? Is strange thing to find in fort."
Her gaze shifts to his duffel bag for a moment, then she shakes her head and looks at Leon.
"Oh well, I no care if I offend. As long as I no get thrown out, I is happy."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 20:43:43 GMT -5
"I admire your gumption, Lachryma, but if you piss me off I'll drag you out of here myself, and the zombies and I will have our dirty way with you."
"Not to mention my girlfriends, Samantha, Castor, and Pollux." He looks down at three dolls hanging from the bandolier by their hair, seemingly staring directly at Lachryma with malevolent plastic lipped grins.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 21:05:25 GMT -5
Lachryma just laughs in his face.
"I no get thrown out, for I bring you shiny new rocket launcher! And zombie heads is unsanitary, is vaguely disturbing."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 3, 2007 22:16:49 GMT -5
Leon grins at her.
"Rocket launcher? What kind of gift is a rocket launcher without a rocket?"
He pets his shiny new toy regardless.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 3, 2007 22:23:08 GMT -5
Lachryma just smiles, ignoring his obvious desire for a rocket.
"Soooo....Where you get zombie heads? And why you keep them?" she asks hesitantly.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:01:55 GMT -5
Another patron enters the bar. He looks around at the clientle, shakes his head, and takes a seat far away from everyone.
"I'll have a Hot Buttsecks on the rocks" he says to the bartender. The only response he gets is an odd look, and the bartender walks away to tend to his other customers. With a sigh, the man jumps over the bar and raids the poorly stocked liquor cabinate in hopes of finding something he can mix.
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