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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 3:20 am
((No joke, and yep. It's called High school in Ky. razz You can hear my enthusiasim through the screen.(Sarcasm). Eh, but at least I get to see friends and eat pizza.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:48 pm
((Back to the RP, aye? >.> Waiting on NativeForeigner's doc to yell back "F U! You crazy Irish git!")) lol
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 4:57 pm
((I start the 24th. Four classes, And only two a day.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 7:25 pm
Mm, same as you BBL, But even the local high schools start the same day as all the colleges.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:24 pm
Jack didn't look up from his surgery, which was going along as well as possible. He was in the middle of realigning the broken ribs and fixing the internal bleeding.
"Hey! Would you rather be doing this? Shut up and shoot!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:42 am
The Irishman just laughed in response to the crabby retort. He looked back to the fire wall, still raging from the flammable oil, then gazed back to the other stairs.
"I'm thinkin' we should start worryin' about an escape route, aye?"
He slung his weapons over his back and gave a ZDF soldier a hearty pat on the back.
"I'm gonna head back upstairs an' make sure the way to the roof is still clear. I'm sure we'd know if the bigg'ns got down here, but the little rabbits may have jumped their damn way through a window or somethin'."
He laughed and smiled at his newfound companions.
"Anybody want to come with me? Don't all jump up at once now!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 12:08 pm
((just for a heads up Tonas if your guy goes back through the stairs, my character is coming up them so if there is anyway you could flow that into your post and then I could finally get with the group xD ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:21 pm
Zack chuckled at the Irish in this time. In the middle of chaos, a bit of comedy. Sounding like The Comedian off an old movie he saw before the virus. The Watchmen. An antagonist/protagonist, depending on which view you took on it. "I will," he replied, walking closer to the man. He liked this guy's comedy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:57 pm
((Idaho, my character is going upstairs from the 10th floor. You said you are coming upstairs but you haven't specified where you started from. Currently, the 10th floor main staircase is engulfed in smoldering fire, and behind that are quite a few zombies that were not killed. There's probably another staircase that is used for maintenance that nobody "discovered" yet. I'd suggest finding it and making use of it. Or, you could see about crawling outside and using a fire escape to climb to the 10th floor with the rest of them. I'm heading to the roof to make sure the route is secure.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:15 pm
((Okay, I'll have my character come across the zombies and then find that fire escape outside, and sorry I didn't specify where he was but he was on the 5th floor, except he doesn't know where he was because he was drugged before he got there and doesn't remember anything. Let me think of something to post than I will proceed to do so.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:05 pm
"Urgh, I almost hope he gets eaten by tyrant or something," Drusilla grumbled. The irishman, while very nice at first, after all she was a woman and he was attractive, but he was leaving them short on firepower. It did't matter if they had an escape route or not right now, not so long as their patient was down.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:33 pm
Murdock chuckled at Drusilla's comment while he took a seat where Patrick had once planted his a**. The early retiree was reloading his magazine when he added (beyond Patrick's range of hearing), "Or fall off the roof. Out a window. Down the stairs. Hell, I'd be happy if he was just bitten so I'd have an excuse to shoot him dead." He smirked as his task was completed. The magazine was slid into place once more, and Murdock finally looked over at Dru, awaiting her response.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:26 pm
Conor moved slowly up the dark stairs, there was a small light coming from, what looked like, five stories above him. He could hear movement on the stairs above him, but not human-like movement, this was definitely movement from the zombies. The mindless, pitiful things moved without a cause, just being drawn to the gun shots that were emitted earlier.
Conor moved up one flight of stairs, Dammit, they are way to close. I am going to have to find another way up there. He opened the door to the sixth floor, as quietly and quickly as he could. He moved through the door way, his eyes moving through the darkness of his new surroundings. He closed the door tightly behind him and found a desk nearby that was easy enough for him to shove in front of the door.
He grabbed his baseball bat and moved down the dark hallway. Why is it always hospitals? Conor hurried down the hallway, walking with a very quick pace, trying to keep his eyes moving all around him, so he wouldn't be caught off guard. He reached the end of the hallway and saw a head office to his right hand side, which he entered cautiously. He moved to the window and just as he guessed, there was a fire exit. He slowly opened the window and stepped out onto the rickety, unstable, and quiet horribly built fire exit.
He had to go up, so that is what he did, moving up as carefully as he could, he didn't feel like falling to his death tonight. He could hear the zombies crawling and moaning on the ground, six stories below, then seven stories, now eight. Conor checked each window as he past them by, looking for the other survivors, which he hoped were there.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 6:22 am
Patrick in his signature cheerful fashion whistled playfully as he marched up the stairs to the eleventh floor. He found nothing beyond the zombie dog he had shot up earlier.
But something bothered him about that.
"Didn't I kill you one floor up, pooch?"
Upon further examination, the dog had apparently been further stripped of its meat. There was at least one creature nearby...
He slowly began a worrisome process of opening each of the hospital doors by kicking in the door to avoid being attacked in the process.
Nothing.
One after another, the rooms were empty. He reached the "On-Call" room, denoted by the sign in front of it, dried blood had been stained at the foot of the door for an unknown period of time.
A swift kick sent the door open and revealed an extremely large, overweight zombie in a black jumpsuit, with a nametag stating that he was once the janitor. The massive creature moaned as the light from the hallway hit its dead face.
"Oy, sorry mate, wrong door, I was lookin' for the crapper."
He slammed the door shut and stepped away, pulling his shotgun back from its holster, ensuring the Benelli had all six chambers filled.
"Well I'll jes' be on my way then an'-"
A loud roar from inside the On-Call room occurred before the door splintered into pieces as the oversized custodian burst through, swinging wildly.
Patrick wasted no time as he unloaded the first two shots back to back, causing the zombie to stagger and slow down temporarily. He cocked the gun again and fired once more, taking half the fiend's face with it. Still the undead janitor roared on and pursued the Irishman.
"Oi, mate, you really need ta learn when ta give up!"
The janitor heard not his wit, only the hunger for flesh. Patrick leaped out of the way of his next swing, tucking into a roll and coming up facing the stairway he planned on reaching. Climbing a few steps upwards, he turned about and took aim as the custodian charged him head on.
The shell fired straight into his skull, shattering it into pieces and sent a crimson spray in all directions as its obese body came crashing to the floor, cracking the ceramic tile.
"Lay off the meats, mate. Not good fer your health."
With a chuckle at his own joke he continued his ascent back to the 12th floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:22 pm
Zack, following Patrick, noticed the remnants of the fight as he followed the quick footsteps. Wow, that things pretty dead, he examined. He also saw the dog and 'On Call' room. Perfect, he thought. Since all was dead in the area, he ran into the empty room and grabbed some of the leftover metal from what used to be a bunk bed, he assumed. He also grabbed some wires from a smashed coffee maker. He then found the holy grail of inventor's zombie fighting dreams. An old, portable camera. One of the disposable ones. He smiled at his luck, it was only slightly damaged, and what was damaged, he could fix. He went to work on it with his fingers and a sharpened piece of the metal as he ran after the irishman, hoping to catch up with him. In 5 minutes or less, he'd have a working tazer. (( smile http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec4YXEoQL6s haha.))
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