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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 16:25:08 GMT -5
"Don't worry, ma'am, we'll have yer friend back on his feet quicker'n two hops of a jackrabbit!" he says, trying to placate the visitor. "I just got something I needa tell ol' Doc Droughns here, then he'll be right back in here w/ the magic formula for your friend. Just gimme five minutes."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 23, 2007 16:28:36 GMT -5
Lachryma walks up to the stranger.
"No. Is my doctor, helping my friend. What are you going to tell him? Something that you cannot say in front of us, who are fellow survivors? Is rather suspicious, unknown man."
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 16:33:19 GMT -5
Huey clenches his teeth together, trying to keep his composure.
"Here, tell ya what--how about we get your friend fixed up first? That way you can go on back to doing your very important job of defending your safehouse--which I'm sure must be a lovely one--and we won't have to get you involved in boring administrative details?"
He walks over to the box of kiwis and picks it up, studying it contemplatively.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 23, 2007 16:38:59 GMT -5
Lachryma nods and smiles.
"Yes, is good idea. I is Lachryma, medic and Czarina. This is Priz, man with gun, and this is Ivan, also medic. His brother is hurt one."
She studies her nails for a moment, then looks back up.
"And you is....?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 16:47:35 GMT -5
"Huey Long, former US Senator and head of the Suburb Safety Patrol. All my friends just call me the Kingfish, though."
He begins tossing the kiwi up and down with his hand.
Huey then turns to Dr. Droughns and says, "Well, how 'bout it, Doc? Let's show these fine folks some charitable hospitality and get their fine friend back among the living for 'em, eh?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 23, 2007 16:53:51 GMT -5
Lachryma watches the kiwi intently.
"Yes, doctor, do job."
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 23, 2007 17:31:14 GMT -5
"Wait, you want me to save him? I thought you were giving him to me for my research!" Dr. Droughns said in exasperated manner. "I don't suppose you'd mind if I kept him zombified a while, would you?"
He turned to Huey and said, "I shouldn't be long. Either we can strap him down, or I can do a quick rotter revive on him." Turning back to the young woman he said, "You do want a rotter revive, correct?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 23, 2007 21:47:16 GMT -5
Lachryma looks rather confused.
"Rotter? Tova was rotter? Um...Well, as brother is overtaken by grief..." She gestures at Ivan, who is weeping in a corner, "I make decision. Keep as zombie for short time for research, then revive out of kindness."
She moves a little closer to Dr. Droughns.
"You are kind man, no?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 24, 2007 3:20:05 GMT -5
Priz suddenly jumps a bit, as if coming out of some sort of trance.
"Well Ivan, I came this far, but if you don't mind, I'm gonna head back over to the bar, maybe see if I can help out at the hospital. I can't stand places like this... Good luck!" he says, placing his half empty bottle of vodka in Tova's motionless hand. "He's gonna need that a bit more than I will. See you around, Czarina!"
With that, he walks quickly out of the door, and onto the street.
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 24, 2007 11:43:00 GMT -5
Huey watches the proceedings with some interest. The kiwi he's tossing continues to bob up and down through the air, but he's no longer paying much attention.
The Russian dame's too nosy... I'll have to post someone to watch her, just to make sure she doesn't end up getting herself into trouble, he thinks to himself.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 24, 2007 12:51:56 GMT -5
Lachryma calls out to Priz as he leaves: "I come to bar after Tova is alive! Don't trash place while I is gone!"
She gives a sidelong glance at Huey's kiwi before turning back to the doctor.
"Okay, do scientist thing and be done with it, I have important matters to attend to."
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Post by DT on Mar 25, 2007 11:55:38 GMT -5
The man known as DT approached the building. Behind the nailed up windows peeked beams of light, and though the masses of undead shambled not far from it, he knew it would be the one place he could count on to replenish his supplies before resuming his journey to the location of the next Philosophe Knight operation. His eyes flicker about behind his white, porcelain mask, looking for an entry point.
There! An upper floor, its window open, near enough to another building for access. The other building looked easy to enter, its door swinging loosely, boards, trachcans, cabinets and other large items lying about from a recently destroyed barricade.
His footsteps echoed through the halls of the entry-building, and he stalked through it, heading for the nearest stairway. He turned a corner and almost walked into a swaying member of the undead. It barely seemed to acknowledge him, yet its arms began to raise, in preparation for an attack. DT, used to scenes such as these, avoided the lashing arms, and strode quickly past his attacker, without giving it another glance.
He carefully ascended the staircase, aware that often survivors sabotaged them in order to stop any clever zombies from accessing the upper floors. One step creaked, and threatened to give way, causing DT to skip up the remainder of the stairs, attempting to put the least amount of wieght on them as possible.
He reached a series of windows, looking carefully for the one which would lead him to the access point. After a careful search, he found it. It was time for some fancy acrobatics.
Once he scrambled through the open window of the Necrotech building, he adjusted his mask, and made sure the tape which held his glasses to its porcelain surface was not coming off. He readjusted his bloody surgeons smock, and placed the band of his sports bag more securely on his shoulder. He descended the stairs.
Noise. Voices and footsteps. A male voice—was that a hint of a southern drawl?
DT grew worried; his mask always made people uneasy, and when people were uneasy, the faces and words which flashed across the walls grew more visable and rapid. He tried to block the visions out, and focused on the hallway he was about to enter. The voices were on the left, and he saw the barricaded entry on his right. It was typical that he'd have to approach the people in order to get supplies. Obviously, they'd be there for the same reason he was. He hoped that they wouldn't be as competitive as the men at the last Lab he'd ventured into, who'd threatened him with shotguns after he discovered and entire case of needles, and refused to share. That had been close, and he'd only been saved after another knight had happened upon them taking potshots at him and had executed them for the crime of Hindrance.
He decided to make his white mask less obvious, and placed his surgical mask over its nose and mouth, giving his face a bizarre, statue-like appearance. He approached the room in which the voices sounded from.
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 25, 2007 18:40:32 GMT -5
Dr. Droughns opened up an a titanium case he kept in his front pocket with his pens, took out a glistening tube and then stuck a needle into the back of the zombie's neck and it promptly fell to the ground with a sick thud.
"There you go." He said, turning to Lachryma, "If you're interested in research I could always use some help. I'm Dr. Donald D. Droughns. I'm doing some important, groundbreaking work here." He gestured towards Huey, "Anyway, what do you want?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 25, 2007 21:12:41 GMT -5
Huey grins at the Russian and throws her the kiwi, which he notices she's been eying. "Here, a free gift on the house from the Kingfish," he says with a wink.
Huey's face and tone take a somber turn as he turns to the doctor. He takes a position closer to Doctor Droughns and speaks in a low, almost whispering voice.
"I'm sorry, Doc, but you're gonna have to pack up and move outta this building tonight. There's a big horde headin' this-a-way, and I'd hate to see such a fine scientist's research all go to waste just 'cause he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Do whatever you need to do to get yourself ready to set up at the next NT down the road, but get yourself and your staff cleared outta here by tonight."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 26, 2007 1:07:12 GMT -5
Lachryma eyes the kiwi like a poisonous snake.
"Thanks, Kingfish man."
She turns to the doctor.
"That is it? Well, is lovely. I go back to bar now, tell Tova to join me."
She turns to leave and runs into the guy with the surgical mask.
"Watch where you sneak, strange man!" She holds her scalpel out threateningly.
"Who is you, and why you not alert us to your presence? Huh? Huh?!"
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