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Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 20, 2008 20:38:38 GMT -5
The sudden noise soon woke her of any well-laid plan of escape. "One moment.." she said dejectively. She made sure the bandages were all set, she opened the door.
"Hey Casey-wasey, I don't think I got shells on me at the moment. I'll check though. Sure, I'll come with you guys, let me get my stuff together. One sec."
SLAM goes the door.
It was interesting to see the expression on Simp and Casey's face, what with the convienient bandage job not only covering the wounds on her body, but also making the 21-year-old look like a bad B-Movie horror victim.
((Try to get that picture out of your head. TRY.))
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Post by mock on May 21, 2008 0:20:03 GMT -5
While Mock, for his part, stared back at Sarah, examining her clinically, he also found himself instinctually turning Casey away from the spectacle. It was obviously nothing she wasn't basically accustomed to - her mother had sent her downstairs to ask for shotgun shells, for god's sake - but even so his first thoughts were not of his own disgust, but of sheltering the girl. It was an inextinguishable beacon of the naivety and weakness that still lived in the building blocks of his character, but hell, you see a gross dead body, you try not to let a kid look at it.
".....Yeah. M'just gonna run up to mine, do a li'l inventory management, get us ready to go, then I guess whoever wants to come with, we can talk about it downstairs or plan it out in the War Room, but I dunno how much planning we're gonna need to do."
The perhaps-melodramatically-named "War Room" was Eddie's old room upstairs. Not that anyone really enjoyed going there, but once most of the things that had made it his had been removed, it was more or less like any of the other rooms. Only that when he'd come back, somewhere around the time he'd started making bombs, he had covered one entire wall of the room with a crudely painted - yet fanatically accurate - map of the area. It came in handy for planning, for as long as people could stand to be around it.
"But uh, you look a little banged up," he deadpanned. "Are you in good enough shape to come out?" He asked the question in a very blank, open-ended way, which said that he would accept a 'yes' with no further questions, whether he believed it or not. He had known Sarah for almost a third of his life, he knew what those specific injuries meant, of course he did. But one fraud wasn't about to call out another.
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 21, 2008 1:06:50 GMT -5
"I'm still able to walk and use a weapon, if that's your question," she said, opening a nightstand drawer and pulling out a magnum, a pistol, several MKVII syringes from her last trip to the Needs, and her Mom's old shotgun. She eyed three other syringes sitting in a velvet-lined box, one a deep crimson, one electric yellow, and one a deep violet. Closing and latching the box, she put it in the carpet bag with the rest of her gear. "You'r in luck Casey, boomstick shells!" she said cheerfully as she pulled her 'ammo horde' from under her bed, pulling several bullets for the magnum, a few clips for the pistol, and a horde of shotgun shells. She put the box back and, checking that the wraping was still in place, she exited the room again. ((During the timeframe, Sarah managed to meet her mother again, and the two did much research on the Horror Serum Sarah concocted. If she uses it in this thread, I can at least have some liberty with it ))
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Post by mock on May 21, 2008 1:17:02 GMT -5
"Yup, that's pretty much my question," he nodded as she examined her stockpile, not taking it any further then that. "Alright, do what you gotta (which he hoped would translate as 'revive yourself' but didn't honestly expect that it would), I'll gather the cure up and I guess let Mom and Mom and Dad know where us kids are goin', huh?"
He squatted down and messed up Casey's hair. "You go'head see Mama, honey. I'll come right up and I'll bring you guys s'more shells, kay?"
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Post by Kat on May 21, 2008 2:07:36 GMT -5
With nary a thank-you (she was a crack shot at six but her manners needed serious work) Casey received the shells offered her and stuffed them down her oversized shirt, into the little makeshift satchel she kept hidden there, then crowed to Mock, "OK!"
If there was one grown-up that Casey obeyed unerringly, it was Mock (much to her mother's frustration sometimes). He was her favorite 'uncle' and while most of Malton got treated to the little-hellraiser side of Casey, Mock got the little-angel treatment. She threw herself at him for a hug, then let go and looked a Sarah, said, "you should go see Dad, he's got more bandages and I think a syringe and stuff."
Whether or not Casey had seen through Sarah's deception was uncertain. Kay had had one very frustrating discussion with the little girl about the kill-and-revive mode of healing dire wounds and had eventually had to settle on 'because most people don't like being killed'... which had in turn opened the doorway to a discussion about well, yes dear some people do like to be killed no I don't know why NO YOU CAN'T TRY IT jesus christ if you ever try that again I will give you SUCH a spanking!... and so forth.
In any case, the amoral little angel took off for the stairwell again, moving at the speed of a small child.
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Post by kinrrataiyath on May 21, 2008 2:58:57 GMT -5
((Jumping in. Hope you guys don't mind. If I'm in the wrong place then let me know and I'll fiddle with the post.))
Kssh kssh kssh... the gravel crunched beneath her booted feet. Each sprinted step pushed her a little farther, a little faster then before. Pain laced up and down her thighs, gripping her calves like an iron vice squeezed too tightly. Her boots were old, the sole worn through. The impact of each step sent a jolt up her leg that threatened to crack her very bones. Warmth spread through her cheeks, down her neck, and tingled in her fingertips. She was short on breath, dizzy from the adrenaline rush, and pushed to the limit. Her lungs strained against her ribcage, demanding more space to suck in each precious breath. The strain of heavy metal jostling against her back, her sides, and her legs screamed through every nerve ending. She couldn't take much more of this. Her body would collapse. Her lungs would burst. Her legs would give out.
And she was loving every minute of it.
Cass made the final leap onto the Cosway's roof and landed with a series of faltered steps and hard tumbles that completely negated any benefit she might have gained from tearing recklessly across the rooftops at top speed. Her shotgun jammed into her kidneys. Fate's final "f*ck you" to the self-abusing ex-soldier.
"Chriiiiiist," Cass cursed, curling up into a ball while her body screamed obscenties at her. Except for that landing, that had been a good run. Nice work out. d*mn time she got out and about a bit too. A woman like her wasn't meant to be cooped up for long.
Slowly the clinking and clunking arsenal hauled herself to her feet and tromped towards the stairwell door, one hand clutched over her bruised kidneys. The door swung open without protest, allowing her to continue her less than stealthy tromp into home, sweet home.
"Yo!" she called as she made her way down the stairs. The echoing cement walls carried her booming voice throughout the derelect building. "Anyone home?"
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Simplish
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Zombies ate my neighbors!
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Post by Simplish on May 21, 2008 16:13:55 GMT -5
((Go right ahead Kin!))
Sam smiled sadly at the little girl running off to her mother. A d*mn crying shame she had to grow up in this hell hole of a city. Sam didn't even notice Sarah's condition. He'd gotten used to people being in a bad state of health or decay. Depending of course. Welcome to Malton! We've got rotting dead AND living people!
"Hey Sarah. That's good to hear you're coming with us. I think we might need all the help we can get in fighting Mr. Crazy Boomstick Cultist man and his hundred plus so friends. Honestly, how people can be drawn into that crap is beyond me."Simplish stated, dramatically gesturing with his hands. "If no one minds, I'm gonna go collect Mr.Wilhelm and Hypno."Simp finished, heading off towards the Lounge, where the aforementioned two were most likely to be. ------------------------------------------ Pleansley saw it. He saw the revive and cure station. He ran towards it. The soldiers. How long ago had they died? It wasn't hours, surely! It must be days! But I've only been here three hours! But surely it's been days! Pleansley ran. Pleansley ran as fast as he could towards the Revive and Cure station, and closer to the Cosway. Pleansley was four suburbs away. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Well Agent Threlbin. We meet again."The suited female said dramatically. She was pointing a gun at the head of one Agent Michael Threlbin. The reason being that he was putting a stop to her world domination plans. She pulled the trigger. Agent Michael Threlbin had a wife and two kids.
((WOO! RPing as evulz is fun!))
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Post by theokor on May 21, 2008 16:27:27 GMT -5
Theo nodded slowly to himself, still not taking his eyes off the riot but stayed silent. In truth he had to agree with Kay, it did seem too good to be true and would have probably written it off as hear-say had he not seen the effects himself but decided against telling Kay this. He didn’t want to be responsible for convincing anyone to take the cure only for them to get killed.
When Cass hit their roof Theo instinctively spun around, drawing one of his axes at the same time just in case but relaxed when he recognised the walking armoury. Chuckling quietly at the woman’s poor landing he tucked the axe back into his pants and watched her make her way indoors, apparently not even noticing the two figures standing at the edge of the roof. Turning back to watch the riot he let out a small sigh as a smile played on his lips.
"For a moment there I thought she might be one of those cultists, that one may have followed me back or the riot had made it here or something." he glanced at Kay as he voiced what was on his mind "I didn’t think any had followed me but you can never be to careful, especially these days."
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Drake Austin
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THROW THE AXE INTO ITS HEAD!!!!
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Post by Drake Austin on May 21, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
(Well here goes nothing)
Fridges put down his binoculars. No doubt about it. The Cosway had been fixed up nicely. When was the last time he'd been here anyway? Fridges made a quick calculation on his fingers. It had to have been three, maybe four years now.
The last time he had come down this way had been after that lovely little incident down in Pitneybank. Naturally he had needed a place a lie low for a while and so he had made his way over to the peaceful part of Malton. Of course when he had arrived he had found the place ransacked and crawling with zombies. So he'd headed down to his little fortress of solitude in Dunningwood and been there since.
But by the looks of it survivors had taken back this suburb and repaired it nicely. Great. Once again this would be a nice place to dwell until this whole cure thing was sorted out. Fridges had yet to inquire about such a cure just yet, after all there were still too many ways to die in this city. But he could wait until people were actually being properly evacuated.
For the moment Fridges took a swing from his last bottle of whisky, gave his weaponry one last check and made his way over to the Cosway. He was surprised to find that the secret way to the ground floor was still there, and crawled his way through back into that familiar lounge. Hard to believe he'd spent a least a year sleeping down here.
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 21, 2008 17:50:59 GMT -5
She followed Simp as well. "Ok, the plans combat-curing as many people as possible? I have my scouting syringe on me so we can find hordes," she said, then as a afterthought, "Hey Simp, do you know how this cure works?"
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Simplish
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Zombies ate my neighbors!
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Post by Simplish on May 21, 2008 18:24:18 GMT -5
"I have no clue to be honest Sarah."Simplish murmured sheepishly, truly embarrassed he didn't know. For all he knew it wasn't a cure! Just some placebo or something to make people feel happy. Finding Wilhelm and Hypno conversing, Simp knocked on the wall four times. Odd, but it did give warning. Wilhelm wore the expression that so few express in their life time, that odd look of "OH THANK GOD I WAS BEING DRIVEN INSANE!". Hypno, on the other hand, just looked glum that he hadn't finished.
"Come on you two. It's time a-revivin' we go!"Sam said with a twisted little grin. Wilhelm all but jumped out of the chair, while Hypno took his time, still saddened he didn't get to finish his speech on zombie groin shots and their effects.
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Post by werdnari on May 21, 2008 22:08:42 GMT -5
Sula sighed at the pair of four by sixes connecting the windows of the Cosway and Saffyn. He felt Werdnari sag, the alcohol overwhelming the younger man's weakened body. "Almost there kid, don't go into a stupor on me now!" grumbled Sula, shaking his drunken ward.
Together they crossed, the older man quietly begging god to not kill him in the middle of a good deed. Within moments of setting foot in the Cosway, Werdnari broke into a fit of laughter, stumbling to his right and into a wall with a strong thud.
"What are you laughing at?" grumbled Sula.
Werd slowly sank down the wall as he struggled to stop laughing and speak, "Shomeone- Shomeone cut mah hair!"
"It only took you a week to notice, too!" cried Sula, enjoying a laugh that he hadn't experienced in years.
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 21, 2008 22:14:10 GMT -5
"Mmm. That's not helpful..." she replied. Her hearing- probably pretty sharp to begin with- heard movement coming from both the roof and downstairs. Kay and Casey were upstairs, while who was downstairs, no clue. "Witch way you want to go Simp? North, South, East, or West?"
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Post by mock on May 21, 2008 22:42:21 GMT -5
Back in his room, Mock first dumped about half of the remaining needles into another bag and stuffed it under his bed. He then scooped his junk-pile of empty Mk II's and spent spraycans into the bag, wrapping them in a sweater to keep them from rattling.
He suited up for "there's probably gonna be some sh!t"-mode. Vest under his t-shirt, hoodie overtop. Snub revolver on his ankle, glocks in either sleeve, mounted on the homemade "taxi drivers" he'd strapped to his forearms. Hunting knife on one hip, telescopic baton on the other. Knocking out a living person, or disabling a dangerous limb, sat much better with Mock than gunning them down (plus had the marked advantage of not producing additional zombies), and he'd come to wield the pilfered riot weapon nimbly and firmly.
Good shoes, special-occasion runners, tied up tight.
Leaving his room with his personal backpack on and cure-bag in tow, Mock debated skipping hsi trip to the roof. The troops were no doubt getting antsy. But he hadn't even checked in with K or anyone like that since even before he knew about a cure, and he couldnt' start letting Mr Peanut downstairs start setting his schedule. Unless, of course, the man ended up being as sheisty as they thought, in which case he'd have Mock's full attention.
He jogged up to the roof, meeting up with several of his compatriots at once, who had assembled to watch the rioting below. The scene in the streets was ridiculous, the cult attacks makign up only a small slice of the pie. Most people were just rioting. The possiilities of what this cure could or could not mean, after thsi long, was enough to blow the minds of the firmly entrenched citizens of Malton. It was enough to blow his mind as well, and he was staving off the paralysis of trying to take it all in by taking action. Powering through. Finding something to do with his hands, basically.
"So this probably isn't gonna sound like really appealing," he shrugged as he looked over the edge with the rest of them, "But I husteld a bunch of this cure they got, and I'm gonna go jump into that," he motioned to the chaos below. "So, y'know, if you're bored, right?"
((Anyone on the roof, or has just left/is just approaching can go off this as if they were there, just for the sake of getting people aligned))
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Post by kinrrataiyath on May 21, 2008 22:47:13 GMT -5
((Okay so... should I just move Cass back up to the roof? Cause she's kinda stuck on the stairs with Casey right now. Didn't realize there were people on the roof to begin with. My bad.))
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