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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:49 am
I thought that maybe we could get a story going, even if it's not really true "in character role play" so that anyone can post - as long as it's adding to the story.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 5:03 am
Jenny frowned, re-read the same paragraph for the third time in a row, and then scrunched the paper into a tight little ball.
"I'm never going to get it right at the rate that I'm going!" She grumbled to herself.
She sighed as she tossed the ball of paper into the pile along with all her other failed attempts.
She stared angrily at a fresh sheet of paper and gripped her pen tightly. As she began to write, she became calmer. The calmer she became, the more fluidly the words poured from the pen.
*crash*
Jenny jumped as she heard what sounded like glass breaking in the distance.
"Was that coming from inside the house?" She though, "Or was it outside, in the street?".
She shivered. Maybe someone was breaking in?
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 1:51 am
-Jerry Looked up, not in the least bit incriminating with his deer-in-head-lights gaze-
"Hi Jenny... "
-His low voice still cracked with that adolescent pitch problem. He waved around the old key in his hand-
"I'm not breaking and entering" he looked down to the end table he had so clumsily knocked over "well...maybe breaking." He picked up the table. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. A part of him felt awkward to be back like this. On one hand this used to be his home, he was a rent-paying-roomate and best-friend once upon a time. On the other hand, he knew in his gut he had done a lousy thing abandoning his friends for his ex, Cindy. "I know this isn't the best time to come back for my stuff... and that I should have called... or knocked." It was like using a sandpaper loofa Jerry had made all of the mistakes a friend could make.
"Honestly, I came back because I missed you and the gang. I... missed my friends. Also there's something very important I need to tell you. They're on their way to tell you before I do. But I just... I had to tell you first--"
Before Jerry could continue he was cut off.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 4:39 am
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
"Saved by the bell," Jenny mumbled and walked over to the telephone which was buzzing loudly on the small table next to the window.
"Hello?", she paused a moment, looked over to Jerry and said "it's Paula"
She smiled slightly and stared out the window for a minute or two, obviously not taking much notice of what Paula was saying, she was too busy thinking about all the things she wanted to ask Jerry.
"Guess who's back in town?," she said, "Yes! How did you know?" She laughed softly and nodded to herself.
"Okay, I'll talk to you then. Bye bye."
She hung up the phone and looked back over to where Jerry was - but he wasn't there.
"Jerry? Where are you?" She called as she made her way to Jerry's old room.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 12:54 am
Jerry was already rummaging through "Big Betsy's" room. Betsy, in reality, was petite, but her deer hunting, monster truck loving, woman of biceps made her big in spirit. How Jenny, who liked writing in quiet, ever acquired so many roommates, Jerry would never know. Jerry looked to the object, naturally it wasn't under lock and key. Naturally, it was loaded. The second part was more than fortuitous, Jerry couldn't fathom how to load a shot gun for the life of him. His hands were already shaking. He thought to himself, "How on Earth do I tell Jenny Zombies are attacking down town without sounding crazy?"
Jerry looked around and sighed, "Man, I -am- crazy". Unfortunately he was still tangled up in the hot mess of his lost friendships to really come to grips. He looked to the shotgun feeling like some Green Peace impersonator of Elmer Fudd. Heck, Cindy made him go on a strict vegan diet while they lived together. Jerry never thought he would be standing here, with a gun, pondering how to fend of zombies and go out for steak afterward.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 4:08 am
Jenny stood in the doorway, silent and unable to move as she watched Jerry examining the gun.
Her head was spinning with thoughts. Was he going to kill himself? If so, why? Was he so broken hearted over Cindy that he couldn't bear it any longer? Perhaps he was hoping for a warmer welcome when he arrived home.
Or, perhaps, he wasn't going to use the gun on himself. Perhaps he was upset with someone? "With me?" Jenny though with fright, "was he upset with me for letting out his old room?".
"No," she whispered, "it couldn't be that, you're too nice, Jerry..."
Jerry looked up and over towards Jenny standing in the doorway. As their eyes met Jenny fainted.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 7:12 am
"Agggg!" Jerry screamed as he saw Jenny faint over the sight of him with a gun. Jerry rushed over to Jenny and began to fan her with a piece of paper from the dresser. He looked at the paper--it was an NRA brochure. Jerry dropped the paper as though it was cursed "Blah!" He blushed, he was too spooked to hold a brochure for the NRA, and he was going to bother to use a gun?
Jerry propped up Jenny, he would have picked her up and set her on the bed, but alas, Jerry was not known for his strength. Cindy used to demand he go to the gym, but eventually Jerry began to cut 1-on-1 time with that sadist of a personal trainer. His secret hideaway was "Big Blubber's Bakery". It was amazing he wasn't more rotund.
"Oh Jenny, I'm so so sorry... so so sorry. " Jerry's eyes looked to the gun, which he had set aside. "Eeeps!" he yelped. Then there was that sound, that chilling sound. There was the sound of a shattering window.
"Jenny you've got to wake up! It's not safe here!" Jerry lightly shook her. Gosh darn- if only he had tolerated the dictatorship of Sven's work-outs! If only he had pumped more iron and less jelly doughnuts! He would be able to carry Jenny to safety, now the zombies were certain to feast upon them. Afterall, Jenny was very smart--she had to have a juicy brain.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 5:38 am
Two weeks earlier, an asteroid fell to earth in the middle of a corn field. The farmer thought nothing of it as he harvested his crop, sending it to the corn chip factory several miles from his farm. The same week of his harvest, the farmer's dog contracted - what seemed to be - rabies and so the dog was sent to the Big Kennel in the Sky. The house and area was kept under quarantine, fortunately one else in the family seemed to get ill...perhaps it was because they were on a gluten-free low carb diet...? As Jenny lay there, limp on the ground, the sun began to slip beyond the horizons edge. In less than an hour, it would be totally dark. As everybody knows, Zombies love the dark and mostly come out at night...mostly. She opened her eyes to see Jerry leaning over her. " Surely if he was going to hurt me, he would have by now," she thought to herself. She smiled slightly, feeling silly for fainting like that. "Sorry about that" she said, sitting up a little bit, rubbing her head. She noticed a small lump at the back of her head and checked for blood on her hand. "Now, what on earth is going on, Jerry??" She asked. Jenny was silent as Jerry explained everything that he knew about what had been happening. She was not surprised that Jerry was one of the first people to have noticed something was not quite right in town. He was always was the first to find out everything. Jenny stood up slowly and went to the window. "It's almost dark!" she said in a panic. "We need to light a fire - have as much light as we can! Zombies hate light!" As she peered out the window, she noticed the line of bodies stumbling their way out of the Nachos Cafe which was situated a little way down the road. Some say that a zombie bite will kill you, others say that a zombie bite will turn you into another zombie...either way, Jenny had no plans on finding out first hand which was correct. She turned to Jerry, "What's your plan?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 5:22 pm
Phil was popular at school, he was bright and quite good at sports. Being tall and good looking meant that life was really easy for him. Since entering his 20's, however, things started to become a lot more challenging. Apparently he inherited his fathers genes and started balding rather rapidly after his 22nd birthday. His skin decided to break out in a rash over his chest - something which was "puzzling and interesting" for his doctor, but just another pain-in-the-bum to add to his growing list.
He was doing very well at university, as everyone knew he would. He decided at the age of 12 that he was going to be a vet, as he loved animals and liked the idea of getting to operate on multiple species (rather than being a doctor where you only get to treat humans).
To put himself through university, he started working part time at the local wildlife sanctuary named The Bug Hut.
The full moon always meant more trouble for Phil at The Bug Hut, but today there seemed to be a little something extra going on....
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:03 pm
Jerry stared for a moment. "Fire?" He quirked a brow. "I thought vampires hated light, and Zombies hated Oprah." He rubbed his chin. Then again he couldn't remember the last time he saw a Zombie lumbering around a light store. "Or was it Zombies hate pickles and Vampires are allergic to polyester? Oh man, I go a few months without a good B movie and look at me!" Jerry heard something pounding on the door. Springing into action he picked up the gun. Then he looked at it, went "Ack!" and tossed it aside onto the bed.
"Fear not Jenny, you were always my favorite room mate, I will protect you!" He said picking up the baseball bat in "Big Betsy's" room. He poked his head out of the door and saw a zombie going up the stairs.
"You know, they eat brains right?" he whispered to Jenny. "We must make the house a fortress of stupidity. Quick, how many Spice Girl songs can you remember? Reality television? Children's programming?"
Then a hand popped into the door. Jerry let out a war cry---or a high-pitched feminine squeal--and whacked the hand as hard as he could with the bat.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:02 pm
Jenny laughed. "Yes, I can see that you're going to protect me, Jerry". She smiled and took the bat from his hand.
Fortunately for both of them, Jenny was a sci-fi fan and loved a good B-grade horror. While she'd never had any first hand experience with zombies, her knowledge of them would surely help.
"Facts" she grinned and looked out the window trying to count how many there were, "Zombies don't like light, but it doesn't kill them; unlike with vampires. Zombies are slow. The fastest one can speed-stumble, but they generally can't move as fast as a human jogger."
Jenny gripped the bat firmly, "We need to find more of these." she pointed to the gun, "That will work too, but I'm too scared to use one."
Jenny paused a moment and looked over to Jerry, "Aim for the head, it's the only thing that will work".
"Oh and before we go out there I'd like to change clothes. I only bought these shoes yesterday and I'd hate to get them all messed up"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:32 pm
Meanwhile, back over at the Bug Hut, Mrs Whittingham brought in her pet pig, Marcia, for the 5th time this week.
Phil winced as she waddled through the front door. They say that owners look like their pets, and Mrs Whittingham was no exception.
Phil put on his most welcoming face, "How can I help you today, Mrs Whittingham? How's Marcia?"
"Marcia has gone off her food," Mrs Whittingham replied as she wiped the sweat off her brow. "I'm afraid she might be ill. Could you please examine her, Phil, dear?"
Phil nodded and ushered them both into the examination room down the corridor. As they walked past the animal cages, all of the dogs, cats and other rescued creatures went wild - just like they did each evening at dinner time.
"Very strange," thought Phil. "Perhaps they're annoyed by Marcia's return so soon too?".
Perhaps.
Or perhaps it was because they could all smell bacon?
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:18 am
Jerry nodded, looking down at Jenny's cheap foam flip-flops, barely registering that her toe-nails were painted a seafoam green.
"Hurry up, though. Meanwhile, I'm going to fortify our situation. --And find another bat or other similarly blunt object for bludgeoning."
'Wasn't seafoam last year's color?' He thought manically, wildly wrenching one of Big Betsy's stuffed deer heads off the wall and placing it on a windowsill.
Jenny, watching this, shook her head, and scooted out of Big Betsy's room and into hers which was across the way.
"Jerry's kind of out of it," she murmured to herself, as she gingerly and painstakingly took off her coveted flip-flops. Placing them inside her closet, she haphazardly grabbed a pair of designer stilettos and slipped them on before rejoining Jerry.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 4:17 am
Phil smiled kindly at Mrs Whittingham and pointed to the chair in the corner of the examination room. "Please, take a seat while I look at Marcia."
She nodded thanking him and waddled over to the chair. The chair groaned with her weight as she sat.
Phil hoisted Marcia onto the exam table and took out his thermometer and stethoscope.
"I'll check her temperature first," he said to Mrs Whittingham as her probed Marcia with the thermometer. "Can you tell me anything else which might help me to understand what might be wrong, Mrs Whittingham? Have you changed her feed? Perhaps she's just being a little fussier with her food?"
"I've not changed a thing, Phil, Dear. She's always loved the fresh corn meal I buy from the Grower's Weekend Markets. It's always fresh. Always. I fill her water bowl with fresh water daily...her sty is the cleanest it's ever been. I just can't understand why she might have gotten ill. She's just been so, lazy lately. Moving so slowly and making an unusual groan noise in stead of her happy squeel," Mrs Whittingham took a breath and looked at Phil for some reassurance.
"Well, you've done the right thing to bring her in, Mrs Whittingham. I'll fix her right up once I know what the matter is."
Phil took out the termometer and checked the reading. It was 26C. Phil froze a moment, put on his stethoscope and checked Marcia's heart.
Nothing.
Mrs Whittingham instantly knew that the news was bad. "What is it?!" She cried.
"Mrs Whittingham, I'm afraid Marcia seems to be....dead".
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:40 pm
"Are you ready, Jerry?" Asked Jenny. "We need to find others," she paused "others who aren't zombies."
Jenny was obviously excited by the idea of killing her first zombie. She began jumping around the room mumbling to herself. "This is SO exciting! It'll be a story to tell my grand children!" She laughed and then added "that is...assuming we don't die."
She griped the bat tightly and tried to pull a mean-looking face.
"Personally, I think the zombies will be scared of us. We just need to look like we have done this before...like we're zombie experts....they'll run away screaming for sure!"
Jerry looked at her blankly.
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