The Elbow Room

[Prisonner Of Today]

vitothedon said:

(OC) <I already knew that, but i figure that if the vito character made a Auto matic shotgun, he would finagle 50 caliber shoutgun rounds somehow>

((Then why wouldn't he just carry a machine gun? 5o. cal is small as far as shotguns go. That was all I meant.))

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

((Um...continuing on...))

"Well...That's one up....everyone else is still sleeping..."

The DJ looks thorugh his CDs. He picks up a bloody Paris Hilton CD.

"Hm...I would play this...it's a good song to wake people up and stuff...but I use this CD to kill zeds....and besides that...I play this...and we'll be seeing a siege here..."

A few gunshots come from outside. Axe Hack drops through the roof. Axe looks around.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? A bunch of sleeping victims with only a DJ on guard."

Axe takes out a shogun. The DJ looks at it.

"Hey! That's my shotgun, you son of a bitch!"

The DJ tackles Axe. Axe drops the shogun. Axe pulls out a pistol and aims for the DJ and fires, but the DJ is too fast for the PKer. The bullet hits Vito in his sleep, killing him.

Axe Hack shouts, "Get off me, you crazy motherfucker! Or I'll blow this place to bits! I got this place rigged with all the C4 you can imagine!"

Axe takes out a detonator. The DJ kicks it out of the PKer's hands. The DJ and the PKer are now fighting over the detonator.

"You fuckin' PKer! I'm not gonna let you level this place if it's the last thing I do!"

The DJ gets his hands on Axe's throat, and begins choking Axe. The PKer kicks the DJ off and aims his pistol at the DJ. Axe shots, but the DJ does the Matrix and the bullet miss, hitting Priz in his sleep, and killing Priz. The DJ roundhouse kicks the pistol out of the PKer's hands.

[Prisonner Of Today]

((So because we're having a conversation about fictional weaponry, you kill us both?))

The shot wakes Priz up, and he manages to stagger out of the Elbow Room, off into the night.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

((Heh heh. Yea...About that...))

Axe Hack runs up the stairs. The DJ follows, but stops. Axe has his spare pistol pointed at the DJ.

"This is where you die, Mr. DJ."

Axe fires 5 shots at the DJ. The DJ jumps off the stairs, but gets hit by 2 of the bullets. The DJ gets up, and staggers to the pistol Axe previously dropped. He picks it up, and runs up the stairs after Axe. The DJ spots Axe entering Mel's room. The DJ stops. Then rolls over to the door, not knowing if Axe will fire shots through the wall. The DJ crouches next to the door. He gets up, and aims the pistol through the door. Axe has an arm around Mel, using her as a human shield. He also has a pistol to her head.

"Drop it, DJ! Or she gets it!"

[Magatsu Taito]

Magatsu looks truly amazed when he comes out from the bathroom, Vito has died twice it seems, first from having his brain eaten, then by a gunshot, there is a trail of blood leading from Priz previous location going out the door, and Mel have disappeared from the bar where she was previously hanging. He realizes that this must be the work of some serious tactics, since everyone in the room was armed and, from target practice on zombies all day long, quit good shots. There was probably at least three people coming from various angels, someone must have come over the rooftops, while the others took a window each, or one took the window and the other the door. Though there seems to be an abnormal amount of shells on the floor, indicating a firefight.
Magatsu squats, and feels some of the shells. Still warm... and there is a faint smell of gunfire in the air. He tightens the grip on his bat, and makes his way towards the stairs, turning the lights off...

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

The DJ quickly scans the room and spots another pistol on Mel's dresser. The DJ dives for it. Axe fires his pistol at the DJ. It misses. The DJ grabs the pistol, and rolls back to the door, both pistols on Axe. Axe holds his pistol to Mel's head again.

"I'm not gonna say this again, you fucking DJ. Drop the pistol or she gets it!

The DJ looks up, sees a chandelier above Axe, attached to a string which is tied next to the door. The DJ shoots the string. Axe watches the chandelier above him come closer, and jumps out of the way. The DJ dives for Mel, and grabs her out of the way. The DJ gets up, sees Axe retreating, and begins to pursue. Axe turns a corner by the stairs, the DJ follows. Axe pushed a cabinet over, which caught the DJ by surprise. The DJ flies backwards towards the stairs. The DJ, still flying, aims both pistols at Axe. Axe aims his only pistol at the DJ. As the DJ flies down the stairs, backwards, he fires a round of bullets, while Axe returns fire. The DJ hits someone behind him on the stairs, and the 2 begins to tumble down the stairs. The DJ turns on the lights, and sees that he had knocked into Magatsu. Axe runs down the stairs, and fires at bothe the DJ and Magatsu. The DJ flips a table, which shelters the DJ and Magatsu from the bullets.

"How you doing, Magatsu? Fine day to get in a fight with a PKer today, eh?"

The DJ spots Axe lunge for something. It is the detonator. The DJ shots the detonator, knocking it away from Axe. The DJ looks over to Magatsu.

"Say...Magatsu, listen, can you get that detonator, please? It would be hell to pay if Axe got his hands on it. This place has been rigged with claymores...Don't worry. I'll provide cover."

Axe flips over a table.

"Come on DJ! Take your best shot! It's not like you have extra clips, anyway!"

The DJ reaches in his pockets and takes out 2 clips.

"Think again, Axe!"

The DJ reloads both pistols. Gets up, and begins firing on Axe's position.

"Magatsu! Go! Get the detonator! I'll watch your back!"

[Magatsu Taito]

Still a bit confused from having been hit by someone falling into him in the stairs only seconds ago, Magatsu only manages a quick "Yeah..." before he jumps over the bar, runs to the end of it, and jumps back over, and rolling behind the couch he was laying on earlier the same day. He can see the detonator only 3 meters away from him, but it's in the middle of the floor, and he'll be an easy target for the crazy guy with the guns... Oh, well, it's not like the first time he's died or anything...
Magatsu yells "COVER!" and trows himself towards the detonator, swinging his bat as he does so, and crushing the the detonator into shards of plastic flying all over the place, and breaking a floorboard underneath. He tumbles to a halt in the middle of the bar, laying on his side, holding the bat read, in case the guy trying to kill them sticks his head out and shoots him, he can at least throw the bat in his face. Hopefully it'll hurt like hell, and might give him a second or two to throw himself back to where he was taking cover before...

[Prisonner Of Today]

Priz manages to get into the back alley behind the bar. The shot, while hurting like hell, seemed to have only grazed his head, giving him arguably the worst headache ever, and the uncomfortable feeling of having blood stick in his fairly long hair. Walking towards the back door, he reaches out forcefully, and, finding it locked, closes his eyes for a moment before grasping the handle firmly and ripping the opening edge of the door out of it's frame.

"Cheap piece of shit.." he mutters quietly. The sounds of the gun battle inside explode out into the street the instant the door comes off. Not terribly concerned about stealth, Priz walks purposefully into the bar, and standing in the shadows of the kitchen, surveys the situation.

Directly in front of him, hiding behind the bar, is the person he assumes to be the cause of the trouble. The man looks like typical murderous slime, and is trying to multi-task between firing his pistol over the counter top and stopping a torrent of blood which is flowing from his nose. Near him lies a worn and blood-flecked baseball bat, and a small, growing pile of spent shells.

Across the room, it looks like the DJ guy has hidden himself behind a thick table, as evidenced by the inability of the killer's 9mm rounds to blow through it.

Near the front of the bar, he can see his own blood trail leading towards the door and smashed bunch of metal lying on the floor. He thinks he can almost hear faint movement behind some chairs in a dark corner of the room, but he can't be sure. Diverting his attention back to his assailant, a slightly disturbing smirk crosses his face, and he draws a revolver from inside his jacket. Shutting one eye, and taking a deep breath, Priz carefully sets his sights directly on the back of his target's knee, and pulls the trigger.


The Smith & Wesson Model 500 is the world's largest handgun, firing the massive S & W .500 Magnum cartridge, which hurls a 325-grain, half-inch wide piece of lead at 2300 feet per second, for 5.1 kilojoules of muzzle energy. In field tests, it has been proven to be able to mortally injure an African Elephant at a ranger of 100 yards, and most other large game at ranges up to 200 yards.

The effect on the killer's leg is, admittedly, much more severe than Priz had intended. Shot does not begin to cover it, damaged is an understatement. Severed, is most likely the best way to describe it. Not pausing to admire the work, Priz quickly raises the huge double-action revolver and fires another shot into the assassin's other leg, watching as the huge chunk of metal does it's work. The man screams and falls to his back, one hand holding him up, the other feebly caressing his ruined legs.

Stopping only to push the gun back into the recesses of his jacket, Priz bounds over to the wounded man, and kicking the small, more reasonable 9mm Automatic away from his foe, who is too busy to care, he pulls a small knife from his belt and stabs it through the man's hand, pinning it to the floor.

With a final kick to the face, which snaps the man's head back with a loud noise, and makes him scream again as the knife shifts in his hand, Priz takes a few steps back, and draws a much smaller looking automatic from his deceptively tight looking coat.

"Hello, friend. You fucked with the wrong fellow this time, it seems. I REALLY fucking hate it when pricks like you try and fuck with me while I'm sleeping. On the plus side, I got to use my Big Gun, and I suppose that's always a good thing". There is an odd look in Priz' eye, and he continues. "Boy, that sure looks like it hurt! How are you feeling, friend? You'd better not die on me, oh no, because I need to hand load those rounds. Do you know how long it takes to do that, only to have to waste them on a little shit like you?"

The man is not looking good. Obviously, he's not used to being on this side of things, and his cool demeanor has disappeared into pure terror at the sight what he perceives to be an obviously insane individual in front of him. He may have even soiled himself, but with all the blood on his pants, it's really too hard to tell.

"It's a shame those weren't bullet proof pants, you know? The 500 is a big gun, but I've been told it's a tad less effective at shooting through enough Kevlar and plastic plates than you'd expect. Still, you defiantly would still have a pair of nicely broken legs, right? I suppose I could have used this thing (he gestures with his pistol), since it was designed just for the purpose of blowing holes through the body armor of criminals, but really, this is all just theory and I'm wasting time. It looked to me like you were really in a hurry, and I feel bad holding you up."

Walking into the light and jumping up onto the bar, he stands directly above the dying man. "You know, I can tell a lot of things about people like you. You look positively SCARED right now, friend, but I know that deep down, you aren't so worried. After all, even if you die, we have needles for that. If I finish blowing your legs off, it's no big deal. We have needles for that. "We can rebuild him, we have the technology" sort of shit, right?" Priz pauses to slide out of his jacket. Looking at it, you have no idea where his guns came from.

"But I've got some news for you, friend. Technology is flawed." He spits out the last three words as he removes his T-shirt, revealing a huge, puckered scar running down his whole left side, both front and back. "If you fuck someone up bad enough, if you do it right, not everything does grow back. Oh, don't worry about it too much. You'll keep those legs, that's a given. But you won't forget about this day either, because I'm gonna take great care to leave them attached. The serum can fix a lot of shit, but when something is bad enough, it tends to do a shoddy job. Now I promise you, you will walk again. I wouldn't take that away from anyone. But I can also promise you, you won't be running anywhere, ever. Also.." without warning, Priz snaps up the pistol and fires a quick two shot burst into the man's groin. The Five-seveN is designed to penetrate body armor, and instead of expanding or fragmenting, it tumbles end over end, making a rip over 12 mm high in whatever it hits.

"...that might not grow back either." Turning around, he holsters the gun, and seeing the look of shock on the DJ's face, raises an eyebrow, as if he'd forgotten other people were there.

"What's with you?"

[Magatsu Taito]

Magatsu gets back up from where he had been taking cover as the massive sound of what must have been another gun roars trough the bar, he sees Priz, standing over what he assumes is the bastard trying to kill them.
He gets up and walks over to the bar, picks up his baseball bat, and sits on a stole while wiping the blood of it.
"You got him covered I take it? Looks that way from here... I'm going upstairs to check on Mel."
He gets up and heads towards the stairs, taking the stairs slowly as if expecting the worst.
"Mel! You ok up here?"

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Axe staggers out of the bar, in extreme pain. He turns around, and in a coarse voice, he says, "I'll be back...and you'll be sorry..." Axe leaves the bar.

The DJ looks at Priz.

"Why you do that for? I had him pinned down..."

The DJ picks up the shotgun Axe has dropped earlier.

"My shotgun, bitch. And he better not steal it again..."

The DJ walks over to his weapon case and puts his current weapons inside.

"Okay...that's 2 pistols, 2 axes, and a shotgun...Son of a bitch...I'm missing another shotgun...Ah well...I'll get it back next time."

The DJ locks the case with a heavy duty lock. He drags the case to his turntable, lifts up a floorboard, and drops the case inside. He notices Priz watching him.

"Heh. There was a reason I set my turntable there...and now you know...Now...If you excuse me...I believe there are some claymores placed around this building that won't go off now that the detonator's destroyed."

The DJ leaves the bar.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

It has been only a week since the claymores were removed. During that week, everything was quiet...And then...

CRASH!

A man falls through the roof. He gets up. It's Axe Hack. He seems to be carrying a case marked NecroTech.

"Oh no...not again..." was the DJ's only reply.

Axe Hack looks at everyone in the bar.

"I told you I'll be back, didn't I? And now...You pay..."

The DJ flips his floorboard and grabs a pistol, while Axe opens the NecroTech case and takes out a blue syringe. The DJ aims his pistol at Axe.

"I wouldn't do that, Mr. DJ, as you can see...What I hold in my hand is the zombie virus. If it breaks, it'll spread, infecting everybody in this bar. And don't bother FAKing yourself...It's useless. You need the green syringe...But too bad I looted them from every NecroTech building and hid them in an unknown location. So go on...Take your best shot."

[Melody Arachne]

Mel traipses down the stairs, shopping bags in either hand, santa hat perched jauntily atop her head.
"What? you missed me, didn'tcha? I can tell you missed me."

Calmly she drops one bag, holding onto the handle of a large caliber handgun, and pops a cap into the Pker's knee."Drop it and you get infected too, no way we'll let you out of here in time to get a cure. And zombies dont use guns; what fun would that be? So watch your grip."

[Magatsu Taito]

Sits up from the same couch he was occupying what seems like ages ago.
"Yeah, of course we did! You could have told us you were going though, I was getting worried... At least when I wasn't spending my time passed out, that is.
So, you've been shopping I see? And where did you find the hat?"

[Melody Arachne]

"Oh, the sales were faboo, let me just tell you ... did you know they have a goth store at Ackland? Yup, they do ... do you want your presents now or wrapped and under the tree you're going to get me?"

She holds up a pink and back striped bag, and swings it back and forth enticingly.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Axe Hack is limping in the middle of the room.

"Ow....I think it'll be a good time to use these..."

Axe throws some things and a cloud of smoke appears.

"Now you'll never catch me!"

The smoke clears and everyone sees Axe halfway towards the door.

"Damn...I was expecting those smoke pellets to last longer..."

Axe fires a flare gun out the window. In a few minutes, the Big Bash 2 is clawing at the barricades.

"Always have a backup plan, I do..."

The DJ gets up from his posts and begins adding things to the barricade. Axe throws a barrage of smoke pellets. In 5 minutes, the smoke clears and Axe is no where to be seen. Taped to the wall is the blue syringe, with a note on the barricades. The DJ reads the note.

"Sorry to hit and run, but I couldn't allow myself to be stuck in the middle of your problem. I strapped the blue syringe to a time bomb. Any attempts to deactivate or move it will set it off. By the time you are done reading this letter, which should be now, you will only have 1 minute left. Bye bye. Axe Hack."

"Ah fuck....Where is Vito when you need him...I'm pretty sure he's good with explosives...."