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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 4:39 pm
Bartholomew frowned as he as grabbed and dragged away from the group. "Hey now..." He said, breaking her grip on him. "No need for that." Continuing onto the scrape yard, he smiled again. "I really don't know what you are talking about. Just because we walk into a square that is completely empty, that doesn't mean that I am insane." Bartholomew peered around another corner. Seeing a lone zombie just standing there, he calmly lifted his pistol and shot it neatly in the head, downing it in one shot. Turning back to Tora, he spoke again in a serious voice. "I would really suggest keeping your voice down..." Holstering his weapon, Bartholomew entered the yard, full of mounds of metal. "Well, we are here." he said, giving Tora a weird look. "Would you like me to stay here and guard the entrance, or go with you?" Bartholomew asked, leaning against a pillar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:02 pm
 ☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷█║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Thank God she wasn't dealing with these people for long.
running a hand over her face slowly, the woman just walked on, not speaking. I'm leaving soon... I'll be with my crew, we'll be alright, and we'll just go somewhere so that I don't have to deal with these people... It's just not worth the headache. Tora didn't speak anymore. She hadn't raised her voice, but that was alright. In her mind, the man was already crazy, so who cared about the opinion of someone that was insane? Then again, Ziggy was crazy too, but he was the fun, needed to be medicated or something kind of crazy. The fun kind. Bartholomew just confused the ******** out of her.
When they got to the scrap yard, she shrugged. "There's probably something in there that we're not going to want to deal with. Come in and stand guard if you must. I just need certain parts." Her eyes were already flicking through everything, gauging just what she could use, just what she couldn't. it wouldn't take too long for her to find what she needed. Tora mentally went back to the ship, the gun in her hand as she stayed on guard. Just what did she need... Ah, that would work quite nicely. "Verra, come here." That wasn't a piece that any human could pick up by themselves... added to that it was covered. But the metal sheet would do nicely.
As she waited for the alien, her eyes went to other things. That was something they needed, a transiter... added to that piece over there... But she had to stop herself. The necessities, that's what she needed. They could come back later for the added stuff. That sheet she needed, she could make pieces out of it. That would work well. Hell, the woman could break it apart easily enough and use that. It was just getting it out. "And a fuel core... There's gotta be one around here... We have one, but it's broken apart. If I can just get the added pieces... I can use that easily enough." She spoke to herself, her eyes searching for what she needed, along with anything moving. No need to get too distracted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:36 pm
Verra hissed, a sound fashioned from pure loathing. Humans. Weak-minded, malleable, emotional humans. He stalked after the group, shooting daggers into Bartholomew's back. They could have been ambushed and killed just then because of the man's stupidity. And he had the audacity to simply forget about it!
The alien growled, perhaps a bit louder than he meant to. He found little respite when they finally reached the scrapyard; Tora was right in noting that there was probably going to be something nasty crawling around inside, because that was simply their ******** luck.
"Eh? What do you need, Tora?" He hopped down off the wall, the line of his shoulders betraying his forced casual attitude. "I've told you, there ain't much muscle on these ******** ssskinny-a** arms of mine." He spoke in a rather distracted manner; there was definitely something moving in their vicinity, but even with his eyesight, he couldn't quite tell what it was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:48 pm
 Lucius Cypher ۩════════════════════════۩
"Where there is Distress, therein lies a Story.
Where there is a Story, therein lies a Will.
Where there is a Will, therein lies a Soul."
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Lucius wondered around. This was strange; nothing was around. This made him scare; where was everything? No humans, no zombies... Then he heard something. It was coming from the scrapyard. Lucius rarely goes in there, as there aren't many things in there he could eat. Zombies usually aren't there, and all the humans where armed. Lucius was no fighter, or at least, he didn't like to have to fight to eat his food. Zombies where easier; cut off their heads and drag them away. They usually didn't make too much fuss. He shrank his body and moved though the cracks of the fences, heading into the scrapyard. Though he normally wouldn't go in here, he figured he might as well see who was here. This way he could either; kill them and eat their corpse, or just be careful as he goes and eat something else that died. He moved like liquid, sliding off every piece of junk and moving onto another. When he reached a high point, he shrank himself into a small blob, his white "face" the only thing about him visible.
Below, he saw some figures. Most seemed human, though there was an odd one, a creature he could not describe properly. But Lucius could see their guns, and though bullets usually don't affect him, he did not want to risk getting into a fight. He knew how creative humans could be, especially when it came to killing things. He observed, and saw another zombie on another pile. It was missing a hand, and had a knife sticking through it's leg. Upon further observation, Lucius saw a few more crawl out of the junk. They seemed to be trying to ambush the group below. Lucius wondered what he should do. Then he saw another zombie, but this one was special; he had junk on him, but it wasn't as though it was jammed onto him, but it was like armor. And he seemed to be leading the small group of zombie. Lucius noticed similar types; smart zombies, one who are capable of organizing the lesser zombies in deadly ambush attacks. Lucius never had the pleasure of eating one. Lucius watched as the junk-clad zombie began to direct his minions around the group of scavengers. "Should... Do something?" Lucius whispered. That's when the zombies began their attack.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:03 pm
 Ⓝ o a h * Ⓢ e b a s t i a n ☁
☁ Ⓐ n d * Ⓝ o e l * Ⓗ i s * Ⓑ i r d ☁☁☀☁☁
Noah grew thoughtful at the news of a message from another survivor or other survivors. “Hopefully they can at least wait until mor–ning,” he responded, with a stifled yawn on the last word. Noel simply flew up into the branches of the tree as Noah started up the path of the house. Courtney talked about how he could have some new clothes as she did the same. New clothes would be welcomed, for the comfort and the distraction. Mending old things was his hobby, and he figured her father had to of owned a suit. He was following her, while keeping an eye on Noel. Courtney’s mention of his father reminded him of his own, however, and he felt the sadness within start to awaken under his excitement of the new clothes, in danger of crushing it. He never did like it when other people talked fondly of their dads, only because he had no idea what it was like to have that relationship. “Did your father build this tree house?” Noah thought to ask. It was a quite phenomenal structure, at least to a city boy like himself. In his distracted state he fidgited with the handles of the tonfa unknowingly.
. . .
Ⓦeapon Ⓔquiped:Tonfa   "A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." Lou Holtz
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:22 pm
 There was a static-filled crackle over Natalie's walkie talkie. She could only look at it blearily, everything happening in a kind of haze around her. A very small part of her knew the doctor and nurse had officially lost it and that Jasmine was struggling to maintain control and that the newcomer had to be extremely confused, but the much larger part of her couldn't find it in herself to actually care about any of this.
"Natalie? ... Oliver. Max and I ... military unit on its way. There's a report ... entire horde of zombies ... hospital. Listen ... they're coming. Get inside. Lock up every ... Arm yourselves. It's going to ... bad. You're about to get swarmed. Almost a hundred of them. ...talie? Are you there? They're coming!"{{And... NPC POWERS! Natalie's worthless, but I'm throwing a curveball y'all's way. We're about to get swarmed. What are we going to do? Defend ourselves? Barricade ourselves further inside and try to escape a different way? Should we put our differences aside and help each other out, or are we going to be fighting on both fronts?
I'm on campus all day tomorrow, but I will check immediately upon getting home at night. Please don't worry about waiting for me to post to continue!}}
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:24 pm
 ✘✘Evelyn Alice✘✘ Open wide.. A horde of zombies comming their way? If they broke in there was no way she and Howard were to protect themselves and their research. They were so close. Not to finding the cure but an alternative instead, a cure would take much much more time but Evelyn was determained. Maybe there would be a way to bring her dearest William back from the dead. She had saved his body on the 3rd floor using equipment she had stolen from the morge. Sweet William, resting in the quarentine room inside a tube filled with hope. She shook her head, her mind had gone else where. The point was she needed to protect him along with her research. Besides, Dr. Jacob Howard was in desprate need of her help. Soon he'd start fallen apart, rotting just like the other walking corpses like outside. And these girls, they needed them. Perhaps they could band together and figure a way through this then when everything passed.. She twitched a little, brain frying from thinking too much. With a pop of a few more pills she calmed down, brain slowing and turning to swiss cheese. A dribble of drool formed at her lower lip. Dr. Howard smiled. A new plan had formed in his mind. Perhaps this is what he needed to make his move. He slipped over to Evelyn and slyfully stole a few things from her medical pouch. "Common." he said. "We need to seal this place up." ...Its time for your medicine ((I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while.. I've fallen into a temporary state of depression. Anyways, I want s**t to fly off the roof in this rp. Thank you for adding that. c: I'm also sorry for my post. I had no idea what to write so I sort of just bull shitted it. Sigh. ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:49 pm
Fumi gritted her teeth, swallowing down the throbbing pain she felt in her calf. Even though floating didn't require any leg movement, the pain hindered her powers and made it difficult to keep up with their fast pace. She was afraid she might fall behind too far and lose them. She tried not to think about the pain and hurried to keep up with them. It was easy to follow their conversation; their voices were fairly loud, as they asked Bartholomew what exactly happened. To Fumi's surprise, he returned their question with a blank stare and claimed the complete opposite of what they were saying.
Fumi almost stopped. What did he mean, empty square? The space was overflowing with zombies, and it was him who shot most of them! Was he insane, or was he just denying it? Or maybe something else that she just couldn't think of? She would try and find out later. She shot him a concerned look, then ducked her head when he looked in her direction, a suspicious expression on his face. How did he sense she was there? Then, looking down at her leg, she noticed the trail of blood she left behind and cursed in her head. She couldn't wrap another piece of cloth around it now; if she did, she would fall behind. She could only hope that the fresh blood didn't attract another horde of zombies.
Another member of the group seemed to notice her as well. Fumi couldn't quite tell what he was, but she just knew she wasn't from this world. Hey, zombies appeared, why couldn't an alien? He looked around, trying to find her, but couldn't quite place where she was.
They reached the scrapyard, and immediately, one of the members, a woman with whitish hair and golden eyes left to go look around. She called the alien over to help her out, then started muttering something about fuel cores. Fumi floated to the top of a rather large trash pile and looked around uncertainly. She didn't really know much about this kind of stuff, but she wanted to find some way to help. Plus, she had to announce her presence somehow. Maybe she could do it somewhat subtly. Still invisible, Fumi held her hand out to a more fancy-looking metal part and concentrated. The part shook, then lifted up into the air. She sent it flying through the air, where it bounced on the ground and rolled to a stop in front of the girl.
Then, Fumi heard the terrifying, shuffling gait of zombie - no, several zombies - from behind her, and turned around. There, creeping behind piles of junk, she could see the mangled body parts of the undead. Another horde, fortunately not as big as the one in the square, shuffled around the unaware group, surrounding them in a formation. How?! she thought frantically. Then she realized. There was an intelligent one in the batch. One that was commanding the others. But who? She couldn't spot them; whoever it was, they were smart enough to shield themselves first. Then, the zombies began shuffling towards the group, attacking from all sides.
The closest zombie was nearest Bartholomew. In a panic, Fumi cried, "Look out!" and sent a large oil barrel flying in their direction. The barrel hit the zombie in the face and sent it flying backward, but it had only been set back. It had not been destroyed. Fumi let her arms sag to her sides, and cursed from the sheer stupidity of her actions. If she hadn't announced her presence before, she sure did now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:17 am
 Sydelle WestYou're not a hero, you're a liar...
"Well this is uncomfortable." Sydelle said dryly. She took out her dagger and looked to Grr. He was looking over the zombies with rapt attention. "Alright, pet." She said firmly. "You may have your fun." Grr grinned, showing very sharp, if not heinously discolored, teeth. He charged at the nearest zombie, grabbing limbs and ripping them off like it was a toy.
...you're not a savior, you're a vampire.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:03 pm
  ℳαɼα ℛѳʙɪɳsѳɳℒѳcαϯɪѳɳ: No longer important at the moment.ℐɦѳʯɢɦϯs: Things are going flyingly so far.
"Off we go, then. Keep a sharp eye out for trouble. I don't want any more of those zom-bees ambushing us."
Her eyes kept raking the surrounding area, checking left, right, forward, and above. The sound of their steps on the hard ground echoed off the buildings around them, and she tried to keep from tensing at every noise. So far, there were no visible zom-bees, but that could change at any moment. The three were making good progress when all of a sudden, a new sound echoed back to them and Mara stopped immediately to listen, her hand raising in a gesture for silence. As the party stopped and the echoes of their footsteps died away, a sound like a groaning bellows reached their ears. It was the moans of the undead, and Mara didn't know where they were coming from. If she could get a better view, say from the top of the buildings...
"Do either of you know how to get inside these structures and up to the roof? I want to see what we might be walking into." Mara gestured vaguely to the buildings around them.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:43 pm
A greyhound in a pink dress would look rather strange, I think Emmerah grimaced as she looked at the horde of Zombies just ahead, who seemed to be heading toward the hospital. Oh well, maybe one of them has something better for me to wearEmmerah sent out a sweeping probe to see if any were sentient enough for her to communicate with, if she could get a hold she could get it to help her fight. Nothing.. There's easily one hundred of them there. Why must they all be so mindless? No matter... She shifted, the dress hung awkwardly off of her canine form. What a picture I must look, Lyton would be most amused at this...Lyton was a boy who she and Meari had raised after all of his blood relations had died in fire and in water. Though the concept was strange to her, she truly believed that she had come to care for him. Thinking of Meari, she sent out another world wide probe to see if she could reach her. Dearest Meari, Won't you come and play? I could really use your ravens eyes today... Getting no response, she looked carefully over the horde of zombies one more time, they were nearing the hospital doors. Emmerah grimaced again, the expression was strange on her canine face, and bounded toward them. Taking a bite out of the closest one, she sighed. Yuck. Zombie meat. And there's so much of it, too...
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:48 pm
 ☆ ☆ ☆ Courtney Vantena
Courtney nodded as she opened the front door and let him in. "Hopefully they do." she closed the door and looked it. Safety reasons. She looked at him as he asked the question. "Yeah, he did." she said her voice cracking. She sucked it up, "he built this place from scratch.I used to come here as a kid. Spend my days up here. Thinking." she says then sees Lightning comes running. He growls once at Noah then sniffs around. "Don't worry he won't bite. I hope." She said with a smirk.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:44 pm
Jasmine Langdon Jasmine frowns at the news. Greeat, more damn zombies. She wondered if they had time to escape. Probably a slim chance. She could take out a few, but not THAT many. She looked at the doctor and nurse. This was CRAZY. Trapped in here with a lunatic nurse, and a malevolent doctor. And Natalie... Natalie was going to be out for the count any second now. She bit her bottom lip nervously. What if.. They trapped the doctor into a room, and let the nurse out, or both of them in a room.
She didn't trust either of them. She wondered if she could fling them across the room... Could she even pick up a human being? She always flung object around at people.. Could she have the energy to...? Or she could intimidate them.. Anything to get them to stay away from her and Natalie. Until the zombies passed. She quietly stared at the two.. Debating on her next move.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:11 pm
  Prometheus... ...Icarius ♪ There's nothing I can do
My heart is chained to you
And I can't get free
Look what this love has done to me ♫
-Apocalyptica Icarius had been fixing up an apartment so that he and Prometheus could
sleep there safely, and in private. He had been working hard a while as Xavier
and Prometheus talked and such, and didn't pay much attention. He stripped
half of his suit off so that his bare upperhalf, covered in various colourful
tattoos, was exposed. He had been overheating in his suit, and wore it down
so that half of his suit, namely the legs, were still covered. Icarius wiped the
sweat from his brow as he finished nailing some boards over the windows of
the apartment he was working on before he found a light blue hoodie in the
dresser and tried it on. It was loose enough to fit comfortably over his skin,
and he put the hood up over his head to absorb some of the sweat before he
saw Prometheus come into the room.
Prometheus smiled at Icarius and his lips brushed against the blue-eyed-
man's before he said, "Xavier wants to go out scavenging. Could you go
with him? I want to stay here and take inventory of everything we have so far,
but I don't want him going all by himself... leave your suit here, but take your
helmet, and gun, okay?"
Icarius rolled his piercing blue eyes and mused, "You sound like I've
already consented... but you do know me, don't you? Alright, I'll go. I have to
have something to keep me busy anyways." He changed out of his suit
and tried on a few pairs of pants in the dresser before he found a pair of
pants that were a bit loose, but a belt fixed the brunt of the problem. He
clipped his gun onto his new belt, grabbed his helmet to tuck it under his
door, stuffed his brass knuckles in his back jeans pocket, and left the room
to join Xavier and Coraline.
"Heard you might like some company on your quest," Icarius teased
lightly before he grabbed the hockey stick he'd left behind and put it over his
shoulder comfortably, liking the feel of the light blunt weapon in his hands.
Prometheus straightened up their room a bit and left Icarius' knapsack of
goodies on the bed before he hung up the black space suit to air it out. He
sighed contently before he searched around for something to type on, but
found that it was probably more likely to find something he had to manually
write with. He pulled together a few pens and a few pads of paper before he
tested out writing manually. He hadn't written in such a fashion since middle
school, but found his writing was at least legible. He left the room for the
basement, taking his gun with him, to take an inventory of everything that
they had down there. It would be nice to know exactly how much they had.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:48 pm
"People might look at you a bit funny, but it's okay..."
Pots and pans scattered the floor as their old roommate had finally woken. Iridaeon stretched out his legs from underneath the kitchen sink, officially ending a month long hibernation. With the cabinet door open, he grabbed hold of the opening and pulled himself out.
"...wonder what I've missed." He reached his fists into the air and let out a long yawn. He scratched his back as he headed towards the window with sunlight peering in. He stared out for a moment to see a skyline of apartment buildings of all shapes and sizes adorned with the golden warmth of the sunlight. He quickly shut the curtain and walked over to the kitchen.
"Nonperishable foods, just my favorite thing." Iridaeon pulled out a sleeve of Saltine crackers and sat down in front of the TV. "Human life is miserable." He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and flipped on the television. Channel 10 displayed nothing but a test card. Channel 11 too. He flipped through all 62 channels before concluding that something was wrong. "I guess something's wrong with the receiver." He went to the front door and found an unpaid electricity bill, along with several varieties of mailing advertisements. "That's strange." He walked over to the kitchen to pour a shot of vodka. "This bill has been overdue for two weeks now. How come they haven't shut off my electricity?"
Outside, there was dead silence. There was a disturbing lack of the usual clamor one might hear on any weekday morning. It wasn't long before Iridaeon noticed this. His eyes were burning red as he began to piece together a scenario for what might have happened. He started to walk down the stairs and leave the safety of his apartment. "Could there have been an evacuation? Why? Martial law? What for?"
"Artists are allowed to be a bit different." - Bob Ross
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