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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:53 pm
Micky had been sitting on the stairs leading up to the main building of the school, kicking around the idea of going back out to try to scavenge for food or just sit around and starve to death nobly when the sky had started to go black. In fact, that was what she was still doing. Although she looked a little worse for wear, Zombie O'Connell still held the same posture and attitude the very alive Mackenzie had. Laid back, moralistic, but in her own way. Chaotic good pretty much to the letter. If you were lame enough to play the game (frankly, she had always lost interest, and had had more fun taking a shot every time she rolled a one. Which was... a lot.)
Letting out a heavy, probably decay-ridden breath, Mack leaned back on the steps, bowing her elbows out in a nonchalant manner, her green eyes half lidded as she peered around. Bored, mostly. The end of the world didn't seem to bother her that much. So what? She was a zombie now... what did it matter? She was dead. She had died twice already... maybe three times. What was one more time? What was forever? Everything but feeding felt so... unimportant. Shooting Andeon, killing her zombie lover... Well, maybe she still felt a little guilty about that. But at least Andeon was dead. He didn't have to suffer this way. It was better for his name. Very honorable. Not like her, who now was considered a 'traitor' to the team she had once put great effort in protecting.
Turning her eyes to the sky, Mackenzie made a few faces at the blackened sky, letting her head fall back on the white steps and hearing a sickening squish as her head wound connected with the concrete. Oh oops. There went part of her brain.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:30 pm
She wanted to find them. She was convinced they had to be somewhere. Aliens didn't just come down and turn the sky black without anyone seeing them. She didn't expect them to have the secret of life, or be able to turn her back into a human, but who didn't honestly want to see aliens? That, and the zombie part of her mentality reasoned that they might actually be rather tasty too.
She was wandering happily through the main building, a finger bone between her teeth much like a child might gnaw on a sucker, when she heard a rather delicious sounding squish outside the door to her left. Curious, she turned away from her original path and peered out the open doorway to see what it was.
"Oh," she said, recognizing the girl that was lounging on the steps of the school. She took a moment to decide whether or not she was food, but after the familiar smell of decay reached her nose, she decided to saunter the rest of the way through the door. "Hey Mack," - was that her name? that's what Zeke had called her right? - "have you seen any aliens?" She leaped down the steps in a skipping manner to land in front of Micky, head tilting as she regarded her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:41 pm
Mack lifted her head, hearing the door behind her swing open and the soft sound of a female voice reach her ear. Craning her neck back, she watched as a form half skipped off the steps, landing before her in a cute, elegant bounce. Oh, she knew this girl! "Hey, Piper, long time no see," She started, grinning at the former member of Team Columbus, "Well, actually, it only feels like a long time I guess. Just a few days."
Man, had it only been a few days? It felt like forever. Possibly because she was bored as hell and sitting on the steps of the school with nothing better to do than stare at the darkened sky and count how many of her 'zombie brethren' ran by. Piper was a welcomed distraction, and one that was not unpleasing to the eye. Even as a zombie, she still seemed pretty, in a slightly green, decaying way. Which was cool by Mack -- she had no room to talk, especially since she was missing part of her neck.
Sitting up a bit more, she patted the step beside her, grinning crookedly and quirking an eyebrow at the mention of aliens. "No, not today... why, you looking for some?" she replied questioningly, humoring the girl politely. Hey, couldn't say anything against it -- they were living their own zombie apocalypse here. She would believe anything, at this point.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:57 pm
Piper watched Mack pat the seat beside her and hesitated for a moment. She was supposed to be looking for aliens, she'd promised Zeke. Yet, Mack seemed welcoming and it was nice to have another friend to talk to - she sorely missed Sue and Yahya. Thus, she skipped over and deposited herself on the step at Mack's side, taking the bone out of her mouth and holding it by the tip carefully so as not to let it touch the dirty concrete.
"Yes, Zeke and I split up so we could find the aliens and see what they want," she waved the hand with the bone at the sky, as if Mack should make the connection. "I took the school, but I haven't found any yet. You'd think they would look for us there first, wouldn't you?"
She sighed and leaned back much like Mack had been doing, propping her elbows on the step above her and staring up at the sky. It made the bones in her exposed shoulder stick up oddly, especially the collar bone, but at this point she was done being distracted by them - they were just a new part of her. Kind of neat, in a way. Who else got to show off their bones, after all? "I think they're using it as a camouflage for their ship." By 'it', she obviously meant the darkness in the sky, but she just expected Mack to keep up obviously.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:04 pm
"Oh, Fluffy. How is the sheepdog doing?" She replied conversationally, feeling a tinge of sadness. She remembered watching Fluffy die, eaten by a rabid zombie. The traces of human still left in her slightly-mushed brain fought for dominance as the zombie parts effectively squashed her sadness over the event. Zombies weren't effective zombies unless they felt no guilt, no sadness, etc. She wished she could mourn the loss of the emotions, but sadly, that was a catch twenty two in itself. Instead, she offered Piper a sunny look, listening and nodding at her talk of aliens.
"If I were an alien, that's where I'd look," She responded after a few minutes, tilting her head to watch Piper lean back, turning her eyes to the blackness at the mention of the camouflage, "It's a good cover up. Think they want to study us, or just bring about the end of the world?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:27 pm
"Who is fluffy?" Piper asked, turning a blank stare at Mack. Piper's stares had been amazingly blank before her death, but now that death had contributed to a slightly slower mind, she could look absolutely brain-dead (harhar). She frowned at not knowing this fluffy Mack was referring to (they sounded absolutely adorable!) and instead turned her attention back to the sky after a few minutes of silent staring.
"I think they want to study us of course, and by us, I mean the zombies. I mean, we're defying death and everything." She waved a hand at her shoulder where the bones were exposed, then paused to poke at them. "Why else would they show up now?"
She sighed and looked away from her shoulder to relax on the steps again, or at least relax as much as she possibly could. Then she simply smiled and plopped the bone back in her mouth, nibbling on the end of it. "I wonder what they look like," she said around the bone, or at least tried to, because it came out as a bastardized mumble.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 6:36 pm
"Oh, uh, nevermind," Mack replied, waving it off and trying very hard not to laugh. The fact that Piper was dead, in a sense, didn't bother her in the least. She found her just as adorable now as she did back when they were alive. Although they hadn't spent much time together (as she recalled, Andeon and she had only really just barged in on them and smashed in the heads of the zombies they had killed) but it was hard to forget the cute innocence that was Piper. Her and her pet rock.
Which reminded her, where was that rock?
Chancing a glance at her obviously rock-less hands, Mackenzie listened quietly at the theory, giving her a slow, thoughtful nod after a few minutes. "Very true, very true. Barren Pines is the only zombie-infested school I know of. With the exception of the ones in the movies." She replied conversationally, waving a hand in a useless motion, "They... probably look like they do in the movies. I mean, we do. Look like the zombies from movies. To be honest, I blame hollywood for our whole zombification too -- bet it was some mad scientist who got the idea from some horror movie. Or the government. I'll bet my right eyeball it's the government."
As long as they were talking about aliens, she might as well throw out all the cliches, right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:02 pm
Piper frowned as Mack waved off the talk of the dog, her green-tinted face contorting into one of pure confusion. Was Mack hiding a puppy somewhere? She turned to look around the grounds to make sure she hadn't missed it, or see if it was hiding, but saw nothing but the grass stretching out beyond them. Just as well, at this point she assumed it was probably a zombie dog by now - she just had no idea how amusingly accurate that thought was.
Piper turned her attention back to Mackenzie, a pleased smile stretching over her face as she realized Mack was actually paying attention to what she was talking about. So often people simply ignored her amazing ideas for mundane things like studying that she'd almost forgotten what it was like to have someone truly interested in them. "Exactly! We're one-of-a-kind!" Well, there were a lot of them, but she was pretty sure they were the only ones in existence outside of Barren Pines.
"Oh, a mad scientist!" she gasped aloud, her dulled eyes widening as the idea struck her. "I hadn't thought about that at all, I bet that's exactly what happened!" She reached up to pluck the bone from her mouth where she'd rolled it to the side, then leaned up and hunched herself over with her elbows on her knees. "I bet it was a mad scientist, like the one that made Frankenstein. Except, you know, he didn't have to chop us up or anything." Her expression had turned contemplative in that way that was only Piper's when she was thinking about the most utterly ridiculous idea possible.
Then, all of a sudden, her eyes widened once more. "Do you think he's still in the school?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:17 pm
Awww, Piper was still so cute. Micky couldn't help smile back when she looked so pleased, as if it were the simple things like having a silly-serious conversation just made her day. It was a damn shame that Piper was a zombie now. She was too sweet to be amongst the living dead, dragging a leg behind her and moaning for brains. "We are one-of-a-kind. I'll bet given half the chance people would want to study us. Who knows, maybe we could be the cure for cancer or something like that."
Leaning back against the steps, she was just about to relax when Piper's seemingly-delighted gasp brought her back to attention, her expression curious. "He might be still here, you never know," She responded, watching the finger bone be plucked from her mouth again, eying it. Just another piece of evidence of how completely messed up this situation was -- had they been alive-alive, she was sure that finger bone would have been a lollypop. The fact that it was a finger didn't bother zombieMicky, but objectively it was really really creepy that this was becoming the norm. Pretty soon they'd be having intestine shakes and heartburgers back in the cafeteria, completely assimilated into the 'zombie culture.' Maybe they'd even play dodgeball with decapitated heads. It would be like regular highschool. Except everyone was zombies.
"You wanna go look for him?" She asked after a few moments, tilting her head a little at the blue-haired girl, giving her a goodnatured grin.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:41 pm
"I don't think we can even get cancer," she said with a small tilt of her head. Her eyes wandered off to stare at the empty school grounds before them as she pondered whether or not they could be a cure for cancer if they were already dead. They were some kind of living though, so it was all a big headache.
Piper hadn't really stopped to think about how life had changed for her since she'd, well, died. She hadn't pondered over the fact that she was assimilating so quickly to an undead lifestyle. It just didn't seem to be in Piper's nature to ponder anything except things that really weren't important. The meaning of life paled in comparison to what that squirrel over there was thinking about. Her future wasn't nearly as important as the shape of that cloud just next to the sun. One thing that Piper did have going for her, however, was the fact that she kept everyone amused. Even if it was somewhat unintentional at times.
"Could we?" she said with a gasp, pushing herself to her feet quickly and turning down to look at Micky all at the same time. It caused her to do a sort of twirl on the step she was standing on and, being Piper, she quickly lost her balance as her foot slipped over the edge. Being a zombie certainly didn't help in the grace department, that was for sure. She landed with a disgruntled 'oomph' on the ground right before the steps, hands back to braced herself as her rear end met unkindly with the hard ground beneath it.
"Ow," she muttered, bringing up one hand and twisting her wrist around curiously, as if she suspected something might be wrong with it. Yet, even as she stared at it, she found that she didn't really feel much anymore. "Huh," it was just a sound of curiosity more than anything, her thoughts temporarily distracted.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:22 pm
"Probably not. That would really suck... 'You're a zombie, but you've got cancer now. Sorry.' That might be the worst day ever."
Laughing softly to herself, Mack raised an eyebrow at the bluenette when she jumped up, unable to help but grin at her enthusiasm and general cuteness. The expression, however, was quickly replaced by one of shock and mild horror as she watched Piper begin fall backwards, the action in slow motion. And even with superhuman reflexes, the brunette's brain had shut down, and she merely watched as Piper fell, her mouth agape.
Well. So much for being helpful.
Shaking the dumbfound expression away, she stared for a few minutes, watching Piper roll her wrist and shook her head a little, sympathetic. "Yeah, funny how that works," Micky replied, as if reading her mind. Getting up from the step, she brushed off her ripped uniform (a lost cause, really, but it was a habit) and extending a hand down to her, offering to help her up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:44 pm
Piper didn't think it was very funny at all actually. As she stared at her wrist, she let out a long sigh of irritation. She was pretty sure that she had succeeded in breaking something in the wrist area. She was also pretty sure that it wasn't going to be healing itself either - her other wounds seemed to be pretty fine staying just like they were. She tried wiggling her fingers (that's what doctors did, right? made people try to wiggle bones? she was pretty sure she'd seen that on TV) and was a little disappointed when only her thumb and first finger responded.
"Great," she said with a huff, dropping her hands dramatically into her lap, "now my wrist is going to be broken forever and ever." Even something that should have been morbid, like a broken bone, was simply childish when Piper said it. "Zeke is going to fuss so much." He had told her to be careful, and what did she do? She fell down stairs.
She looked up as Micky stood, her frown disappearing as the other girl reached out to help her up. Piper took her hand gladly, actually remembering to grab it with her uninjured one, and hauled herself to her feet with the other's aid. Once there, she wiped her hands on her already-dirty pajama bottoms, then began looking around in the dirt for the bone she'd been holding before she went tumbling. "Do you see my bone?" She hunched over a little with squinted eyes, using her foot to kick around the dust as if it might suddenly pop up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:36 pm
Mack watched as Piper wiggled the fingers of her injured wrist, giving her a sympathetic look when only a few fingers wiggled back at her. Such was the life of a zombie, but it felt more painful to her when some witnessed its effects than others. Piper was one of those girls Mack would not have wished zombie-hood on for the world. Humanity needed more people like her around to bring smiles to people's faces, not chew the smiles off people's faces. The disappointed look that the bluenette was giving her now was a little crushing, to be perfectly honest. It was the face that knew it would probably never move those fingers again, only matched by the face that knew it would probably never breathe again.
Sighing softly, the brunette offered Piper what she hoped was her brightest smile, "Aww, is Fluf-- I mean, is Zeke your boyfriend now?" She teased lightly, hoping to distract her from their otherwise dark and depressing world, "I didn't know he had it in him, what a champ. I'll bet you guys look so cute together too."
Tugging Piper to her feet, she elbowed her gently in jest, watching her wipe her hands and turning her attention to the ground to search for the missing bone. "Your bone-pop?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 12:48 pm
Piper couldn't blush as a zombie, not with green-tinted skin, but she might not have done so even if she could. The concept of a boyfriend was so alien to her that she just turned and stared at Mack blankly, one of her trademark moments where she retreated into her head in an effort to understand something. "Zeke is my friend," she stated slowly, her head tilting a little to the side in another trademark Piper gesture. "He did give me a kiss once, though," she brought up the pointer finger of her good hand and pointed at the gouged bite of her cheek with a lopsided smile.
"Zeke is kind of cute, I like his hair a lot," the way she said it seemed purely innocent. It wasn't like a girl divulging a secret crush, but instead like she was simply stating the truth. "Did you know we both have blue hair?" She said this with a small grin, as if she found it to be the most amusing thing she'd ever heard. Mack though they were cute together, Piper just thought they were very, very blue. "It's a lot of blue when we're together."
She simply sighed and scuffed her foot on the ground after a second, kicking a bit of dirt up. "Yeaah, that one. I don't see it at all." She pouted at this and put her hands on her hips in a rather childish gesture, though she'd forgotten about her injured wrist and managed to make it look rather awkward as it perched strangely on her hip bone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:29 pm
Aww. If pure cuteness could kill, Piper would have made one hell of a zombie. The whole world would have been dead within hours. Micky couldn't keep the grin from her face, leaning down to brush away some of the dirt, trying to find the bone. "Yeah, he's one hell of a friend," she replied easily, laughing a little at the 'kiss' he had given bluenette, shaking her head a little. Another reminder of their sad existence. But Piper didn't seem to mind, and so she shrugged it off.
"You guys are very blue people, if you know what I mean. Very not-blue for blue. You guys are ruining the stereotype!"
A soft 'aha!' announced that Mack had found the bone, and the brunette straightened, dusting it off on her ripped shirt before producing it before Piper, getting down on her knee and bowing her head. "M'lady," she teased gently, getting up and offering Piper her arm.
"So, do you think it's aliens or a mad scientist now? 'Cause both sound plausible to me."
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