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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:16 pm
Abeline Froust was an emotional wreck. As well as a physical one. Her chest had a hole big enough to fit two fists through, her head was little more than a single partially mushed eye, a broken jaw and bits of skull. And her hair was filthy from being wet and getting dragged through dirt (and bits of her own brain matter.) When the survivors weren't trying to kill her, the other zombies wanted to take a bite out of her, it seemed.
So there she was, having run from the meatgrinder after an unsuccessful attempt to get close enough to nibble on the delicious people within, hiding in the remnents of an art-classroom.
Abeline was trying to plait her dripping, gunky hair. She'd found a rubber band, and her hair had been- SHNK the sound of a piece of her scalp tearing off, along with a chunk of hair. Abeline's eyes widened as she realized that the bit of skull attached to the hair had been loose and her pulling it had.... well... pulled too much. If her face hadn't lost a fight against Kirin's lead pipe, she might have still had tear ducts, but as it was, Abeline Froust did what any self-respecting teenaged zombie would do. She started crying.
Okay.... so zombies didn't generally cry. But zombies weren't generally sentient and so.... where was that damn psychologist and a box of tissues?
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:53 pm
-He was toting his shovel. Because well of course.. why shouldn't he tote his shovel after going through all the trouble of yanking it out of his shoulder. And besides he was being a good little zombie for two not-so-zombie hotties. He was supposed to kill some people yes? And while the thought of eating them up still tugged him in a wrong way, whacking the last of the humans with his shovel was much more fun.
He was fairly well put together still. He had some nasty scars and missing chunks from Fallon's little snack, and of course the arm that hung only about halfway on. But he was better off then what he found.
He'd followed what sounded like crying, thinking it might be a frightened survivor. But the mincemeat before him... uck. Always the gentlemen, he smirked, leaning against his shovel.- "Looks like someone had a bad day."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:21 pm
Unfortunately Abeline wasn't actually producing tears. Apparently her tearducts had been in parts of her head now missing. So she kind of sobbed pathetically and angsted on in her own little way. At the sound of someone talking behind the beheaded ballerina, she turned. Oh no.
Abeline really was having a bad day. That was the understatement of the century. She was now having a worse day because there was.... Him her adonis, her eros, the cherub of her existence, the boy that made her heart beat go pitter-patter- composing herself with a hurried wipe to her eyes and a sniffle, Froust delivered Lucas a stirring confession of her feelings. "Urgh Mregle *gurgle* frkkk. Buughg Imm mugrhhh Uh, ghhh. *gurgle*" (Translation: There are days when I hate being me, but then I smile, Hendrick's because at least I'm not you.)
Much of her jaw was missing, and her tongue had been partially sliced down one side, but just seeing Lucas made Abeline's whole world light up. At least he was also a zombie, and she didn't feel the overwhelming urge to eat him. Ahh Lucas, her sad little brain called, how I wish to be craddled in your arms. "Wroooo grom grummgghh uhh?" (What happened to your arm? Did you get so hungry you ate your own arm?)
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:37 pm
-There were sounds, they certainly weren't words, but at the same time they didn't seem quite like mindless moans. His face however didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't understand her and was staring all the more curiously at the total mess she'd become. He couldn't even make her out for who she was.. the girl that he'd left a 'beautiful' note for at her memorial.
Shifting his weight to walk forward again, he tapped the shovel on the ground, offering mildly.- "You want me to like, finish you off or something?"
-It might get him in trouble from the Nega-hotties, but... oh well. He felt bad for the smashed up zombie gal. She WAS a girl. He'd noticed the rack after his inspection of her face bits. He'd put her out of her misery if she wanted, because he was pretty badass like that.-
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:49 pm
Abeline's gaze followed Lucas and what was left of her eye, narrowed. He was checking out her.... gaping exposed chest--- oh s**t, her lung was slipping out. Quickly adjusting her lung so it wouldn't fall out of the hole in her chest, and brushing her fingers across her own heart with slimy motions that made Abeline want to retch, she shook her head quickly and then she slowed.
"Grunnwhehh ack ughrh mnn." (You couldn't finish me if your life depended on it, Hendricks) which really meant, Oh my god you want to kill me? I thought we had something special? I thought that... that together we could run away into a magical land of clouds and happiness and be alone, and.... and...
Zombeline's shoulders sank. Maybe that was why Lucas was here.... because... Abeline was nothing to look at right now, she'd lost her face and her ability to talk, but since the world did revolve around her, perhaps this was Lucas' part in the whole story; he was here to give her a proper burial, one that would actually last. Although, her eyes strayed to the shovel that the playboy was toting--- she did /not/ want to be shovelled to death. The lead pipe had been gross enough as it was, and the staking (what was she, a vampire or something?).
Motioning that Lucas should sit down on some rubble near her, the remnents of Froust poured her heart out to him. "Gughhrrr, mughr reell Russac....." (Okay, Lucas, here's the deal, since you're probably a slavering zombie wanting to eat my flesh, because my flesh is obviously the only good flesh there is...)
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:12 pm
-It was weird to watch someone touch their organs. Even more so when them fidgeting with their innards kind of made your stomach grumble.
He had NO plans on eating anything though as long as he could help it. And while he got no definate yes or no to his question, he was pretty sure her hand was telling him what her nonesense couldn't. Sit down.
Sit down huh...?
He supposed he didn't have much to do. Those humans would be there in an hour as much as they were now, and in his current state well.. he could probably wait forever. He shifted, turned, plodded himself to the ground as he resettled his half on arm comfortably. Running his good hand through his long strands of hair, to try and get them out of his face he settled against the rubble his eyes searching for something still worth looking at on the zombie girl.
He stopped finally at her legs, inspecting them for a long moment, before he began to speak in his generally 'charming' way.- "You've still got some rocking legs zombie babe. Isn't all bad."
-They were slim and muscular.. almost like a runner.. or a cheerleader.. or a.. dancer.. His eyes lifted momentarily to the bits of hair that still clung to her, and down again to her tattered body. He couldn't confirm it 100%.. but Lucas had ALOT of practice sizing up and identifying girls based on just about everything BUT their brain. And he'd swear.. he'd swear this torn and tattered girl had been on his panty wall at some point.-
"You know I died from a kick in the balls? Funny s**t huh? Funny s**t.." -He mused, settling back. Chicks that couldn't talk were kinda cool now that he thought about it. Too bad she was in such bad shape. He'd have to reconsider the pluses and minuses of zombie sex for the umpteenth time if she hadn't been.-
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:32 pm
Froust was still speaking, ranting on about how life was unfair, and that she thought that obviously the only boy who had been good enough for her was Lucas and that he was th--
"Erp?" She looked down at her mostly unscratched legs and made a few sounds that might have been "You wish, you long whiskered lemming!" although since all her vocals were like a long string of sad, sad gurgling grunting sounds, it was hard to tell.
Finally, she stood up, as though reaching an important part in her spiel. "Rushhhhh sheghhh mmm rrgh Ack uuuh." (And that was when I realized that I didn't want to die without telling you that I.... that I.... liked you)
There was a cruel something out there that had let Abeline get to the state she was in, so that now, her heart in her hands (almost literally) she couldn't actually tell Lucas that he was such a super honey bunny....she could only gargle distressingly at him as he almost totally ignored her and instead pondered the magics of paper-bag sex no doubt.
So if he really, really had to eat someone, she would let him eat her. Because, well.... it was Lucas. And she stood there, waiting for his reply to her incomprehensible questions and statements. Unfortunately, Lucas would probably have interpreted her dance and vague charade motions to her feelings for him as something completely different.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:41 pm
-He had been ignoring her actually, pondering exactly what she'd imagined he might be. Alas.. with zombies a paperbag probably wouldn't do either. There was that green skin.. and mushy parts of maimed flesh. No no, he'd told himself once again. Necrophilia was bad. Even if he was dead too. Or undead. Whatever the hell this s**t was.
As she stood however, and began to ... whatever that was she was doing in her strange nonesense babbling, he sighed mildly, afraid he might come to regret what he was about to say.- "You know. We are in a school. I'm sure there is some paper and a pencil around here that didn't get charred up."
"You know.. if you don't heal up or anything." -He shrugged, waiting to see if she'd sit again or go looking for what he'd mentioned, probably not the sort of reaction she'd hoped for after her grand confession.-
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:59 pm
Well, Abeline wasn't the sharpest pencil in the case, but that was a good idea. And they were in an art classroom too. She turned and moved to rifle through some of the upturned cupboards, finally returning a few minutes later with an orange crayon and a piece of paper with some sketches on the back. She sat down and wrote out her confession to him plain as day. "Hendricks, you are a genius if not a short tailed walrus. You look terrible what happened to you?" But Abeline wasn't the best speller and was working with one eye, so it was not the writing of a prim and proper high-schooler:  In fact, like math, science and most other classes, she had been flunking english. Still, obviously he could tell that she was willing to do anything for him, he had only to say the word. Or something.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:15 pm
"Abeline..." -He mummered with a smirk as soon as he'd read the chicken scratch. Dark haired dancer.. knew his name.. and that attitude, it was most definately her. He could only laugh a little more at her question. Like she was one to talk.-
"I went to your memorial" -He... confided..? It was strange the way it sounded coming off of his tongue. That'd been a hard day for him. Ignacio, Abeline, AND Effie... And yet now she was here.. were the others wandering around half alive too?-
"More people died.. and then there was a fire and more people died, and began to wander around."
"And then for awhile I was kicking zombie a** too. But in the end I got surrounded."
"Some b***h kicked me in the balls, and then that crazy b***h Fallon ate me. And not in the good way. In the "she's a crazy b***h that seems deadbent on battering me" way."
-He was babbling... he'd forgotten how nice it was to talk.. to have someone listen. Before it'd always been his fan forum but this.. it was nice to get it out.-
"I can't say I'm bad though. Other then being dead you know."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:40 pm
Abeline listened quietly as Lucas spoke, drinking in his words like sweet nectar to her ears, Hendricks was talking to her! Not swapping insults, but talking. Her cheeks would have flushed but she was undead and didn't get much flush going any more.
She scribbled down on the card. "How are you still alive? How is anyone still... walking around for that matter? I should be dead, I was drowned and then a psychopath with a pipe beat me and staked me. I keep coming back. T _ T"
Yeah, not the brightest crayon in the box, but usually Abeline's mouth wasn't open long enough for her to actually express this fact. But Lucas probably knew about as much as Abeline knew. Diddly squat. There were dark forces at work in the college, mysterious... powerful.... forces who she was going to track down and give a piece of her mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:22 am
There were definitely forces at work in Barren Pines. However: there was also a scrappy, struggling force of good that was, at that moment, haphazardly embodied in the three people approaching Lucas and the hideously ruined Abeline Froust from the intact building across the quadrangle.
Only one of them was familiar: Sue Gottschalk, though Sue was beginning to look a little... bizarre. He was at the forefront of the arrow, and flanking him were two strangers: one, a pretty, redheaded boy in a strange outfit, the bow at his chest and the trailing cloth behind (as well as the non-gender-specific tiara) marking him as pretty certainly a sailor senshi. Destiny Citygoers knew senshi by now, or at least the hallmarks of one. Flanking Sue on the other side was an unfamiliar girl... thing in a pale nightgown and bare feet, a long silvery cat tail (?? -- oh, Abeline was a ZOMBIE, did anyone really get surprised at anything any more) swishing behind her. She was pretty in a delicate way, but she wore an expression of somebody who had lost a penny and found a venomous spider.
She was the one who stopped out of all of them when they saw Abeline and Lucas, her ears twitching in annoyance. "You'd better be able to read them," she called out, "because I can't read either of their star seeds. Due to them being deceased."
This was news to Lucas.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 4:22 am
"I don't know really.." -He admitted. There was usually a reason behind it. Infection, voodoo, disease, hell being full, etc etc. He'd yet to find any real reason however.
If the little jaunt into memory lane version bizzaro wasn't enough. The psuedo conversation between two was interupted by... what could only be described as crazy.
His eyes widened... taking in the sight as his good working fingers grasped around for the shovel he'd set aside awhile before. There was... like.. a chick.. in a strange outfit that looked more like a mardi gras or beauty pagent swag then anything. The cat talking freaking and.. what was this? An honest to goodness catgirl?
He'd been jostled pretty well from his delusions of game implantment following his run in with Esen and Fallon, but as he watched the small troupe parade by.. the strangely 'weird' things in a charred and dark building of the walking undead, he couldn't help but wonder... Was she like Navi? Or had he just been deluded into thinking he'd been the protagonist when he was nothing but an extra?
His bristled as words finally sounded, leaning forward, as he lifted the shovel the best he could in defense with one hand. It was a bad move.. he'd have a hard time pushing himself up with the other arm. But what could he do. If they were calling him deceased.. then they obviously weren't. Which meant they were potential enemies.. and possibly just the right stuff to get him into the good graces of the Nega hotties.-
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:03 pm
Oh ******** they were greenies. Why had the head-map lead him to greenies?! ********, Sue even recognized that one - or what was left of her. That was the first zombie that had tried coming at them during Meatgrinder. Goddamn he'd left his golf club behind - why had he done that, stupid, stupid thing to do!
And ******** it the hem of his pajamas was riding right on the itchy spot, making it even worse. Sue was getting the feeling that today was going to be a long, crappy day, assuming that it didn't get him killed here and now.
Purposefully, Sue moved about two steps ahead of Astraea. Stupid reflex, maybe, to be protecting a girl (or a cat? Which endeared her more to Sue, I wonder, that he would make sure she wasn't the front line between their group and the zombies?) that he'd been so eager to beat the crap out of just a short while before. But then again, if she was the only one that knew what was going on here, maybe it was just as well that she didn't get chomped before she spilled her guts about it, eh?
"There's.... I don't know. Yeah, I mean. There's...."
Well, Sue could definitely see something. He just wasn't sure what that something meant. And frankly, he felt a bit disgusted by it. There was a sort of pull toward one of the greenies, and suddenly he wasn't feeling quite so hostile toward them. It was like a sense of recognition, only so far spaced out over time, there was no content within it....
Fighting to keep a mask of revulsion on his face, to keep his head full of stern reminders about who was the enemy here, Sue lifted a finger and pointed. "There's. That dot. That one." He was gesturing to the mangled, unliving corpse of one Abeline Froust.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 4:15 pm
Zombeline wasn't even phased by the appearance of the three newcomers. After all, this day could not physically get any worse. But then, her young brain (what was left of it) supplied another story--- this was a J-RPG and Hendricks was the hero and these were the (cool dressed) but evil villains and Hendricks was going to fight them off and then sweep Abeline off her feet! There was one problem with that. Abeline was no damsel in distress. She'd do her own sweeping and Hendricks could just sit back and be impressed and THEN confess his undying only true feelings for her--- or pigs would fly and the two zombies were about to be beaten on by survivors looking for retribution. Abeline stood and wrote quickly on her piece of paper:  Surely they were intimidated by her disgusting zombie-like threats. She quietly caught her slippery lung and shoved it back in her chest. She needed some duct tape.
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