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Thestalon looks up at the RUDE man and says "pfft.." waving his hand dismissively.
Thestalon out of boredom then decides to sing,
"She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious - she continues to see
Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home - forever"
Coming out of singing he then says "YOU!" he exclaims pointing at him, "are the least of my problems".

Ian was busy cleaning his rifle when someone walked down into the lobby behind him.
" 'lo, mate." Ian said, looking up. As if he was invisible, the man walked straight past him, out the door.
"Oh, come on, why the cold shoulder?" he asked, getting up.
He stuffed the dirty, used rag into a small pouch on his belt and slid the rifle on its sling over his arm.
He held the sling to keep the gun steady, walking a fair distance behind the man from the hotel.
A song slowly floated to his ears. It sounded like some type of old rock, or something.
He found himself outside an old, '50s-esque diner, complete with old tunes floating out of it.
He also noticed a fair amount of people hanging around outside.
Ian stayed quiet as he got closer, but after a while, his old social instincts kicked in.
"G'day!" he said cheerfully, giving a short wave with his left hand. "Y'all forgotten 'bout these nasty little buggers?" he added, waving around at the shambling hordes that where ignoring them.

Ian raised an eyebrow in the darkness.
"Alright, mates, lets not start a blue eh?" he said, snapping his fingers.
The streetlights around them kicked into life, then into overdrive, illuminating the darkness.
"Way I see it, there's not many left. Pro'ly a bad idea to in fight, eh?" he added, leaning on one of the street lamps.

There was a flurry or activity, mental and physical, outside of his diner. "Looks like the music attracted people at last." Virgil muttered to himself, as he set down the watering can. He strapped on his guitar, and loaded another five bullets into his revolver, and went to his door's crawlspace to look at the newcomers.

To make a quick account, we have an Aussie, a decent looking chick, and two other guys dressed in unremarkable stuff...even if one of them carried a scythe. And one of the guys called out the more-emo looking one, and proposed a fight. The Aussie had mentioned something about it, but Virgil decided to intervene himself.

"Yo. If you're not too busy cutting each other up and calling a mess of Infected zombie things towards us, I have a proposition to make. I'll give you a hint: Team Survival."

Jerking his hand away just as the thought pops into the mans head he jumps back. "Fool, theres nothing that i dont know youll do, but enough of this" He sheathes his sword. "Let us hear what this man has to say"He motions to the man looking through the hole at the top of the door.

((wow lol nice fight scene. we are pretty evenly matched arent we. glad to be part of the rp))

"hmmmm" He also enters the building. What strange chracters He stroll to a seat and sits down.

Backing up so people could enter his diner through the little itty-bitty hole he had left at the top of the door, Virgil watched as the Aussie was the first to come in. Virgil had to smile as the foreign man complemented his pad, and made himself at home. He looked at the open hole, and the called out, "Hey, Everyone else inside! C'mon!

"hmmm, you, aussie, whats your name" Kazamaki says in a distracted tone, trying desperately to read the man who alowed them in's thoughts. "Bugger" he mutters to himself.