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Krysin rolled 1 100-sided dice:
91
Total: 91 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:44 pm
It took every ounce of his willpower to remain where he was stationed. He had to protect their archer, because she was a vital point to their defenses. Sue had put him here, and here he would stay. He had shown that he had pretty good aim, and could hit targets with rocks and bricks instead of having to run right up to them and give them a good smack. He was safe where he was, and Vera was safe so long as Yahya stayed by her side. So he stayed. He couldn't abandon his post and risk the archer getting hurt...
He just about did when the zombie assault seemed to grow. There was one headed right for Sue, and Yahya cursed underneath his breath. They still weren't words that were common to Yahya's lips, but they did come across them every now and again. The student's hand reached back for his mallet that they managed to salvage from the gym, preparing to run out and back up his best friend. But, something distracted him, made him hesitate.
Evie was down.
But wasn't that a human? No, Kirin was saying it wasn't. Kirin was saying that it was a zombie in disguise, and Yahya would trust his words. All logic would say to still go run after Sue and protect the person who was still alive, since Calintha would be distracted by eating Evie, but Yahya wasn't exactly a logical person in this kind of situation. He was furious even as he pain and hurt tightened his chest. He put away his mallet in favor of another brick. Stay put... don't run out, if he ran out he could get killed, and then who would protect Vera, who would protect Sue?
Kill the monster that killed Evie, that was all that was on his mind. His brick was thrown, and he hoped that creature FELT it.
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LadyNozomi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
36
Total: 36 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:55 pm
Evie looked and tasted beautiful. Calintha couldn't help but stare down at her while she was gorging on tasty flesh and blood. She looked like a plant, a beautiful, beautiful plant. Just like her Piper II, and she was even pierced through the neck like one. Beautiful. The blonde girl even entertained thoughts of taking the green haired girl with her; after all, the poor dear was going to wake up sometime and be quite uncomfortable. Too bad the moment couldn't last. Cali was awakened from her revelries by a metal pipe whooshing through the air next to her. It was a startling sound, to be sure, but the pipe only knicked the edge of her hand which caused minimal damage. They large brick that followed it however, was an entirely different matter. It chunked into her shoulder, damaging her bones and breaking a few ribs. It felt like it really would have hurt, but it was a good thing she was dead. Standing up as quickly as she could without being impaled next to Evie, the zombie teen decided her best option would be to run for it. She would recuperate in the woods, and perhaps try again. She wasn't sure though, these humans were well prepared, and her makeup trick wouldn't work again. Plus, she finally had that great full feeling, like after eating thanksgiving or christmas dinner. It was fantastic A small part of the girls mind screamed at her that it hadn't been a trick, and that she was actually supposed to be acting like a human and not a monster. Pushing those thoughts back for another time, Calintha's will to escape forced her to struggled for the woods. They weren't too far away, maybe she could make it. Just maybe. [Rolling for escape, under 40 means she's out of here!]
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:30 am
Too fast, everything was happening too fast. And Jess, as seemed par for the course, was too ******** slow. My fault, the words began to race through her brain as she watched Evie fall, watched the thing that had been Calintha begin to feed. My fault, my fault, myfaultmyfaultmyfault! A wordless howl of anger, hate and grief tore itself from her throat as she began to throw whatever rocks came to hand at the retreating zombie. None of them were hitting, even if the monster had been standing nicely still, nary a rock would have touched her. Jess' brain was far too busy assigning guilt to worry about aim.
Evie was goddamned dead because Jess had been more worried about throwing s**t at Ara than she had been about watching Calintha. Then, she was moving, tear-blinded for the stake pit, hoarse sobs wracking her frame as her recriminations became verbal.
"Stupid, ******** idiot, why didn't you wait or let me go, no one needs me. Why didn't you wait?"
She was kneeling by the pit now, reaching down to try and grab Evie, wanting nothing more than to shake the girl until her teeth rattled for being so stupid and then hug her close and apologize for not being faster, not being more watchful or smarter or or or....
I'm so sorry, Evie, she thought. Please forgive me for not being at your back. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My fault. My fault. my fault. Myfaultmyfaultmyfault.. MY FAULT!
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Arrien generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
36!
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:42 am
Somewhere behind him, there was screaming.
Sue couldn't really afford to turn around the look at it just then. Seeing as he had a zombie ******** knock him down and sucker punch him (oh there would be bruises tomorrow, so many bruises), there were a few things that were on his mind (but not eating it just yet) that prevented him from going to the assist.
Especially once he realized who it was. Sebastian - the less annoying of his two neighbors, perhaps, but it wasn't by much. And actually, after this, the French boy might just be in for a promotion.
"GET THE HELL OFF, YOU SMELLY PIECE OF FRENCH CHEESE!" Sebastian was all over him - Sue couldn't do a damned thing with his golf club, not when the greenie in question was, y'know, right ******** on top of him. But really, that didn't bother Sue as much as it maybe should have. He was totally, perfectly content with beating Sebastian down with his own two fists.
Really - it was fulfilling a dream of many years. Sue was ******** delighted.
"And will you drop the damned accent? I bet you were born in ******** New York, anyway," Sue snarled as he grappled to push the zombie off him, dropping the handle of his weapon and taking a swing for Sebastian's face.
(I figure that if Sebby takes Sue over 60 damage, we'll call Sue disabled and leave it there; hopefully, Virgo will find some way to deter him from actually, y'know, eating Sue, or else a cavalry from the barricades will come in. XD Until such a time, I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO ******** RP WITH SEBBY FOREVER SO WE ARE MILKING THIS >8/ )
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Chibi Sheepcat generated a random number between
1 and 25 ...
11!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:23 pm
He could have dealt with the smelly cheese bit, really he could have. There was nothing wrong with cheese, smelly or otherwise. But by insinuating that the smelly cheese was French, Sue had just crossed the line. It was time to get serious.
"I WOULD RATHER SMELL LIKE ZHE CHEESE ZHAN ZHE CAT LITTER! WOMEN BEATER!"
Apparently, charging was a good tactic. It hadn't done him so well against Avery, but he hadn't exactly caught Elke's boyfriend by surprise. Sue's back up also seemed to be distracted, as so far he hadn't even felt a brick whiz by his ear. No doubt the source of the scream was keeping them occupied, which meant that it was just him, Sue, and a golf club. And that suited Sébastien just fine.
He gave an indignant sputter when Sue dared suggest that he was faking his accent, opening his mouth to protest when his face met his opponent's fist. There was a crunch as the French zombie let out of a howl of pain, one hand going instantly to his nose. Face shots?! FACE SHOTS?! Who the hell did Sue think he was?! Sébastien's snarl returned ten fold as he moved to return the favour, making sure to add insult to injury with,
"Yeah well at least my name's not Sue!"
Like Sue hadn't heard that one before.
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shibrogane rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:27 pm
"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt," said Virgo, in tones that implied she'd had the experience. She smiled at Mackenzie, though it was a bit shaky because she was worried for Sebby. She could hear her friend yelling his head off about something, and she was really worried--there were more people than just stupid-face Sue in the enclosure, after all. "I have to go stop my friend from getting killed. Be careful, okay, Mackenzie?"
She ran straight at the barriers, leaped up and over it; she overshot a little, going right over the brawling pair and stumbling on the landing. Ugh, she really had to figure that whole 'jumping' crap out--but before that, Virgo took advantage of her friend's distraction with the face shot and reached out to attempt to restrain him. "Don't you dare do anything stupid, Sebby," she hissed at him, "Or I'll beat you up myself, and tell Giselle you're being dumb!"
To Sue, she said, "Hold on, hold on, I'll move him out of here, you don't have to hurt him, okay?"
[Because Sebby's distracted, less than 60 and she succeeds?]
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:41 pm
Oh, he wanted to go there? He wanted to <******** go there? FINE. It was on, and the French b***h was not going to know what ******** hit him after. Sebastian might be a ******** greenie with teeth and claws and no fear of death, but Sue had been born with gravel in his gut and spit in his eye - and he was not going to lose to some snotty, smelly, stuck-up son of b***h that thought he was superior to every other damn human being on the earth all because he--
Hey what the ********?! Where was that chick going with the greenie, now?
Sue shoved himself up to his feet, grabbing up his golf club once again. It would so easy right now, when Sebastian was held up with the girl clinging to him, to knock the zombie's head right off his shoulders. One good swing would be all it took. He could say it wasn't even anything personal, just a continuation of the operation. Better to take a zombie out now, than leave it around to get someone later....
With a vicious curse, Sue kicked a cloud of dirt at Sebastian (and less intentionally but not regretfully, Virgo) - but held his fury in check. No matter how much Sebastian pissed him off, he was the ******** Leader, and there was a hell of a lot of commotion back with his group. Wasting his time here wasn't a ******** option. "If he ain't gone by the time I get back there," Sue snarled, already backing off toward the barricades, "he's ******** dogmeat."
There. Let no one say Sue didn't have a sense of mercy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:55 pm
Sébastien had definitely not been expecting to be grabbed from behind. He tried to struggle free, flailing about (his usual method of solving problem) until she started speaking French. If the restraint had come as a surprise, this definitely trumped that, and he could only gape at this strangely clad girl who he definitely didn't remember seeing at school. He would have remembered a costume like that.
Despite the fact that she spoke French and made repeated references to Giselle – like he was scared of her! Giselle wasn't even French! – the blonde still couldn't ignore one crucial part of her threat. His face screwed up into a very pronounced sulk as he said, "Don't call me Sebby! You're not allowed to call me that!" Nobody was, really, except Elke, and she only got by because she looked so sad when he told her she couldn't. This girl certainly wasn't going to continue bastardizing his beautiful French name.
He'd been so focused on instructing this new girl how not to abuse her privileges as a French Speaking Individual that he'd almost forgot about Sue. The cloud was dust was enough to fix that, however, and he started struggling again.
"LET ME GO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! 'E 'ITS GIRLS!" The declaration was followed by a string of insults, ranging from Sue's parentage to his choice of hair style. A wiser man would have just let Sue walk away with the golf club, but Sébastien had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. Being a very hungry and very green zombie didn't seem to be helping matter either.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:06 pm
She spared only a moment to give him a hurt look, a blatantly recognizable Elke look of betrayal. What, she couldn't call him Sebby anymore? Never ever again? "Yes, definitely," agreed Virgo, making like a bobblehead as she nodded at Sue. "He'll be gone." And she proceeded to use her senshi strength to drag her zombie friend away, back to where she had left Mackenzie. The entire time, she monologued at him:
"Sebby you are an idiot, I know he hits girls, thank you for trying to defend me from his evil golf club but this is ridiculous, it is suicide, they would have staked you and you would have gotten eaten by other zombies and then what would I would have done? I would've been deprived, forever, of my bestest best friend. And I'd be miserable and you'd be dead and it would be sad."
Then they were standing near Mackenzie, and Virgo let go of Sebastien--all but his wrist. "Don't go back there," she begged, "Stay safe. Please?"
Chronos might still be able to help him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:59 am
Sébastien sputtered through the entire monologue, brain trying to switch over from "attack the villain" mode back to normal conservation mode. Thank goodness Virgo was speaking in French. She would at least make herself understood, even if the blonde was still floundering. By the time he'd got his bearings back, his captor had dragged him back towards the remains of another girl, and out of the way of any further attack. Sue had his golf club again and would no doubt be retreating behind the lines, which left the French teen no better off than when he'd started. He'd lost his chance. He had had one good chance to beat the crap out of Sue and this costumed girl had pulled him off.
For a moment, the blonde looked almost defeated, his expression a mixture of disbelief, disappointment, and disgust. The look morphed almost instantly to one of pure rage when Sébastien rounded on Virgo. How dare she get in the way of his revenge?!
"Look, whoever you are, I don't know you! I don't recognize your face, I don't recognize your crazy clothing, and you certainly don't know me well enough to start mincing up my name!" Urg his beautiful French name. He would have paused for a moment of silence to honour it had he not been in the middle of a rant. The blonde pointed an accusing finger at the Sailor Scout, and hissed, "You lost me my chance! That was my chance to get even with him for hitting my best friend and you ruined it! Exactly who do you think you are?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:18 am
That one stumped her. She didn't have to think about who she was, she knew she was Elke Arma and Virgo all at the same time, but she also knew on some instinctual level that she couldn't tell Sebby this. So she quashed the instinct to tell him that she was Elke, and instead settled for her second-best tactic: The Guilt Trip.
"I'm sure she would really appreciate it if you died," she snapped, "I'm absolutely positive she'd be happy and not a sobbing wreck because not only has her boyfriend told her he never wants to see her again, her best friend got ripped up to pieces by the people inside that barricade right on the tail of it!" Virgo paused there, taking a deep calming breath. "If you want to help m- Elke, leave. Don't stay here and get killed, you practically promised her."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 6:08 pm
He'd been distracted just long enough by the sound of a familiar voice close by, decidedly French and full of pride. It was long enough for a well of hope to spring up in him, however fleeting. "Sébastien?" he murmured without thought, whirling to spot him. Someone he knew, a friend, finally.
No matter how Sam was struggling for purchase in all this chaos, trying to find his place amongst the survivors, finding determination to keep them safe and finding his place amongst them were two different things. He didn't have history with these people. Maybe he'd known them at a distance, casual friends, but these weren't the people he goofed around with after class. These weren't the people he studied with, laughed with, everything. He didn't even have the experiences they'd had to bind them together, no matter how different they were. The pink haired boy had lost days, what was to them like years. Life changing, bonding, whether they liked it or not. If anyone really understood, he mused, it would probably be Joanne.
But that changed the second he heard Sébastien's voice. He'd made it too. He wasn't dead after all. Sam was never so excited to hear all about France. Yeah, their literature was better. Everything was better when it was French. They made french fries, right? Show him a French flag, give him a history lesson, anything.
Then he saw the boy that had once been his friend launch himself bodily at Sue with skin tinted a distinct shade of green, and his hopes were shattered again, a reflection of the broke mirror still hanging at his side. He didn't even realize he'd dropped the brick he'd been clutching, didn't even utter a cry. All he could do was stare in horror, dumb struck.
All this happened in a span of seconds. But it was a few seconds too long; it was over already. By the time Sam turned his head, all he saw was Evie impaled on the spikes, blood coursing everywhere. He barely choked back a mouthful of bile, stunned again, his expression nothing short of horrified. Another blow, another grisly death. He wanted to scream. But in that instant, he couldn't find his voice. He couldn't do anything. Again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:25 pm
The blonde ground his teeth together, a hair's breadth away from taking everything out on Virgo instead of on Sue. He could have torn her to bits, of that he was almost positive. She was a girl, she had no weapons, and he had only recently discovered that his pain tolerance was pretty high (courtesy of the punch to the nose, which no longer seemed to bother him). All he had to do was bite; she'd never even see it coming.
But she had a point.
A point which Sébastien wasn't ready to acknowledge. He snarled and shook his head, hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Of course Elke would be sad if he died. He knew that. Of course he had promised her he'd be safe, but he had been playing it safe until Virgo had interfered. Sue would never have been able to kill him with his bare hands. The French never die!
"You… you… just.. ARG!" He wanted desperately to say something back, something witty or unkind, but the words failed him. Throwing his hands up in the air, the French teen turned and stormed off, heading back to wherever he'd come from. Damn Sue! Damn barricade and damn that girl!
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