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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:24 pm
((Jokerman is just busy getting his Project: EDEN RP off the ground. He'll swing back around soon; I'll be sure to remind him.))
Murdock knew the last jibe was aimed at him and raised his eyebrows. "Better be watching your mouth, Mr. Criminal. This bag o' bones has been from Africa to China, driving vehicles you only dream about and hunting animals far more dangerous than you. If there's one thing I haven't lost, its the ability to move. You just watch yourself; I can take care of mine."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:25 am
Zack smiled at the old man's retort to Patrick. Quite funny compared to the chaos and zombies everywhere else. Zombies still had a funny bone, but it was their accidental clumsiness that was funniest. He loved the good attention he got from Patrick, just from a litte rewireing, an old camera, and a little metal. It was simple, yet good. He sat down against the wall and awaited to take the next action.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:28 am
Without missing a beat, the Irishman turned to the older gentleman.
"Ya might've handled more dangerous critters than me, but I can guarantee not one nearly as smart or as fast as meself. Me on the other hand, I believe I've dealt with more shady characters than yerself, and unfortunately I've associated with some who are even seedier than meself, but of course none as good lookin'."
Just to accentuate his over-inflated ego, he took off his green hat and made yet another signature over-exaggerated bow.
"Heh, we need to mellow out though. No sense in gettin' feathers ruffled o'er nothin'. We're all in the same boat, aye?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:11 pm
Idaho hockey Conor stood behind Patrick and Zack as he introduced him to the group. He was really glad to be around more people now, because he could finally rest a little. He released his tight grip on the gun in his hands and let it hang by the strap around his neck.
Conor nodded his head when he mentioned the fire exit to the group, and how Zack sealed up the door on the eleventh floor. He then watched as the Irishman had a conversation with the others. K.i.d.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:24 pm
"So you can outrun a cheetah, can you?" was Grigori's rebuttal. "That's something I must witness." He stretched his legs for a moment, then gestured to the soldier on the table. "But we need to get that man secured so we can get moving again. There's nothing left for us here."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:54 pm
"Not faster on foot, but faster with my own eyes. Don't be so quick ta judge a book by its cover. In the underground, I was a part of an illegal fighting ring and occasionally they included exotic animals... Just so 'appens that one of 'em was a cheetah."
The Irishman pulled one of the few remaining beers from his pack and took a sip as he tipped his head back and recollected.
"The arena was dark and cold, but the cheers and jeers o' the lads who ran the abominable place were as loud as they could be. I had jes' killed another man with my knife... which I still regret every life I've taken ta this day. They were cheerin' an' carryin' on until the owner of the damned arena announced they had a special treat for the observers tonight. 'The Fighting Irishman', that was me in case you didn't figure it out," he half chuckled before continuing,"' will now face the beauty of Africa!' The pretty kitty came out roaring and sent me runnin' about the arena a handful o' times, scratched me once that stung like ne'er before, I'll gladly show the scar if ya'd like. Anywho, I thought quickly and dove towards the wall as it lunged at me again and it managed to slam pretty hard into the barrier, at which point I just jumped onto its back and drove my knife into its neck, then twisted the poor critter's head right off."
Patrick sighed.
"Tis a tragic story, but a thrilling one nonetheless," he lifted up his drink for a moment and said," Cheers Fuzzy."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:30 pm
Drusilla was about to choke on the amount of testoterone filling the room between soldiers, thieves, hunters, and all the other Men's Men. Either that or kill one of them herself. Althouh they were in a hospital, and Morphine could really put a person down...
The moment the only one she could actually stand were the quiet ones, sadly one of those quiet ones was in the middle of surgery. But on the other hand she felt like she was in the middle of a family reunion. A very morbid reunion.
She just hoped they found some more girls soon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:04 pm
Murdock's only possible response was a silent one to himself, and he otherwise ignored the Irishman and had tuned him out as soon as he had begun the story. He's downright full of himself, was the silent response. He moved to the table and looked first at Drusilla then the "doctor." "We need to get moving. Can I throw him over my shoulder or do I need to cradle the poor sod?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:40 am
Osiris came in from outside, where he had been keeping watch for more zombies. "I'll carry him, he's my friend," he said before sliding an arm under Sirius' knees and shoulders. He hefted him like he was only a few pounds.
"Let's move. I assume someone scouted the exit?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:59 pm
"Aye, one floor up and ta the left hallway, we found a fire escape that is still secure as far as we know," Patrick said as he stood up and twisted the top back onto his half-drunk beverage before stashing it back into his pack.
"You seem like the right-bit o' the lead here, strong man. I'll follow in line behind ya. If ye need me on point, jes' say the word."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:18 pm
Drusilla only nodded and followed, a bit curious as to how they were going to manage should they be attacked while carrying someone. But that was neither here nor there at the moment, so she simply pulled her gun out just in case and enjoyed walking behind the many men. A very nice view.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 3:36 am
Zack followed behind Patrick. He could follow orders, quite well actually. He felt Drusilla's eyes on himself and the other men. He continued forward, not hating her attention, but afraid that it would expand Patrick's already enormous ego.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:26 pm
"Take point, please," Osiris said. "You know where we're going, and my hands are a bit full."
He gave a short whistle and two of the remaining four ZDF soldiers moved up, presumably to support Patrick, while the other two formed up at the rear.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 7:44 am
"Alright then! Follow me lads!"
After hoisting his shotgun off of his shoulder and back into his hands, he moved slowly up the stairwell to the 11th floor.
They maneuvered their way around the remains of the fat janitor from earlier and arrived safely at the fire escape's broken window entrance.
Taking a step outside, minding the broken glass, the Irishman peered over the edge before turning back to the group.
"There's only a handful o' 'em wandering the corridor below, if we hurry, we might be able ta reach you lads' jeep with little commotion."
With that, he began to quietly descend the fire escape.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 9:18 pm
Idaho hockey Conor followed close, next to Zack, keeping his gun snug in his hands, always on alert. He kept his eyes open and made sure to keep looking everywhere in the room, for he was still a little jumpy and he didn't want any zombies jumping out at them.
He sighed as they past the old janitor's body on the floor, "Patrick, that body sure does stink awfully bad my friend." He laughed quietly to himself and pulled his shirt up over his nose, trying to block out the smell. K.i.d.
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