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 Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 11:14 am
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta tossed off her rain coat, hurrying to get her arms free of the sleeves the moment she heard the ruckus coming from down stairs, the coat would restrict her motion and until she was sure what she was going on that was too much of a risk. Catching sight of John slicing through the waves of creatures and trusted that he and David would be able to close up the leaks down stairs and at the very least hold them off long enough for Osborn and herself to get down there. Krysta kicked the coat out of the way so that she wouldn't trip on it, she watched Osborn hit the first first oncoming lumbering form and stumbled back shocked and devastated by what he had done. Krysta slipped forward, her body half-crouched to maintain a lower center of balance with the sai balanced beautifully in her palms. She slipped up and around the first body to the second body emerging from the room, she flipped her sai from it's guard position flicking it forward to snap the steel rod across the body's collarbone a usually crippling blow, but the creature was unphased despite the wet snapping sound Krysta recognized as breaking bone. Flicking the blade back into it's guard position she made a move to elbow the creature's neck the three inches of tang beyond her elbow that was usually a guard pierced the half-melted skin and Krysta twisted her grip so she could jam the long prong the rest of the way through it's neck. A savage twist which illicited many more of the wet cracks of snapping bone, the creature went limp and Krysta tilted her sai to let the body slump off the prong, the body's neck was a disfigured and bloated mass, weeping blackish fluid from both sides of it's neck through puncture points. Ignoring the body she had just taken down and suspending her disbelief for the sake of surviving long enough to feel it, Krysta slammed the door shut and leaned back on it, angling her body to make it more difficult to push it open, "Osborn! Go down to the main desk and get the spare keys! We need to lock these rooms!" He was still dazed and Krysta didn't have time to help him through his shock, "Osborn! You did what you had to to defend yourself! Don't give it another thought! Now hurry and get the keys!" .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Sai.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 12:04 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<94.98%>
{ Lightly bruised right arm, strained ankle } If it had not been for Krysta, leaning against the door and crying out for Osborn to get the keys, he may have just stayed there, stunned. But hearing her fighting back as well, and then forcing the door shut in an attempt to keep it closed, Osborn slowly lifted himself from the wall and stepped back. Then he spun about and ran down the stairs, so fast and frantically that he quite nearly fell.
He yelped as his ankle twisted and he stumbled forwards, forcing his way through the pain and down onto the main floor. Then he rushed for the front desk, barely paying any mind to John and David as he attempted to get back upstairs and avoid the downstairs swarm. Osborn needed to get the keys to Krysta, or else the undead would burst forth and likely engulf her.
Wheezing and gasping, he ran down the hall upon reaching the top of the stairs and nearly ran into her. Taking the keys he scrambled to see which one locked the door, trying each one over and over until he finally found the correct one. Then with a click he locked the door, stumbling back in fear that it might not hold. .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Candelabra.:':.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 10:48 am
David snapped back into reality, "We need some thing big and heavy to block the window."David said looking around once more. David saw the door to the kitchen, then looked at John. "I'll be right back, if I recall there was a nice oak wood dish shelf in the Kitchen." David said running through the kitchen doors.
As David looked around the room he saw what he was looking for, the Item looked like a big bookshelf , as David walked towards it. David pulled the shelf of the walls, the slowly started pushing it towards the doors to the main lobby. As he reach the doors, he started to push the shelf through. "Just a little fur...s**t" David said, jumping back. arms flung from the two open sides of the doors and the shelf. David stepped back and watch the zombies try but fail at getting threw to him. "Can Somebody Get Me Outta Here!" David shouted, hopping everyone was alright. "at least you'll see what you need to block the window." David said as he plopped on the floor worn from the fighting.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 12:01 pm
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta slumped in relief for a moment before straightening and raising her hands to frame Osborn's face, but seeing the gore on them she changed last minute to grab his shoulders, "Take your room key, and go to your room, lock yourself in and then use the dresser or something equally as heavy to block the window, from the sounds of it your room hasn't been broken into yet. So first things first is to secure it. I will go down and see if I can help out the boys down stairs, but get yourself safe for now. Show if you need, but then clean out your bathtub and fill it with water, we don't want to run low on that. I will get the others and try and gather some food before I come back up." Her brain was racing, already planning and wondering if they could lock down a few rooms in a row and knock holes in the wall to connect them, leave one open for showers and such and use the rest to stock pile water, see what they could gather from around the house but for now. Pushing those mental tracks to the back of her mind, she knew first things, first she needed to get everyone together, and secure so they could all get through their panic and shock before establishing what they had, what they needed, and how they could survive, until the cars could be freed and they could escape. "I've got the keys! If you can get them on the far side of a door I can lock them out!" She called down the stairs as she dashed full pelt, skipping tripping down the stairs she slid down the rails, sai in one hand and keys in the other. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Key Ring.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck, sais tucked into her beltloops.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 8:23 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<94.98%>
{ Lightly bruised right arm, strained ankle } At first relieved to see that the doors could indeed hold the undead in, the cries and struggles of John and David downstairs reminded Osborn that they were far from safe and Krysta already started to plan. She quickly took into account the fact that they were currently trapped, telling Osborn to not only secure his room but fill the bath with water. If they were to be trapped here, then they needed to be ready. With his room key in hand, and Krysta taking the rest to help John and David out, Osborn turned and rushed for his room.
It was at this point that he finally picked up on the pain in his ankle and though not unable to walk he quickly limped to his room. Being on the second floor meant the zombies were not in his room yet. But he could see some trying, apparently able to climb to his horror. In an attempt to stop them he did what he could to first and foremost tear out the plant material that clung to the wall. It certainly caused a few to fall but it was not fully affective either. Then he remembered Krysta's words about blocking off the window and he ran to his dresser, pushing it in the way of the window. This effectively stopped them, as he could hear a few falling after weakly attempting to get by it.
With that resolved he rushed to the bathtub, clogged the hole and quickly filled it up with water. When it was just barely over the rim he turned it off and ran back into his room, thinking. How could he help, how could- he looked to his suitcase. .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Candelabra.:':.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 1:39 pm
David looked around the dinning room, and saw two folding doors to the kitchen. knowing he was trapped for a few seconds he figured it would be a good Idea to look for something better to fight with, other than a coat rack. David slowly walked through the kitchen doors and looked around. There were pots and pans hanging from a rack over the center counter. On the counter was a knife holder.
David walked over and pulled out the biggest knife he could get a hold of. "This should do." David said, as he turned the butcher knife slowly. David was trapped for the time being so he looked around the kitchen some more. As David searched the kitchen he found for sacks of potato's. "We could use some of the thing's in this room" David said, as he dumped one of the sacks out.
David put a toaster, the knife holder (with the knifes), some of the pots and pans, and some forks, spoons, and butter knives he found into the sack. David tried to think what else they could use, to defend the small group they had, from the undead.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 2:57 pm
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta caught sight of a group of the creatures once she reached the base of the stairs milling around a door, which she presumed to be the entrence to the kitchen. Wading in Krysta snapped her sai to their 'guard' position and used the steel to reinforce her strikes to the neck, shoulders, and head, dropping one after another of these creatures in a blurr of motion. The softened flesh and fragile bone made what where stunning blows into killing strikes so long as she kept to specially vulerable points. With her clothes splattered with gore she leaned on the door knocking as she supressed the urge to pant, the pungence of the rotten flesh so close she feared panting might let some drip into her mouth and she wouldn't be able to hold back vomiting any more. And the food in her stomach was precious energy she wasn't yet willing to surrender incase the straights got even more dire. She could hear more windows rattling as she pounded on the door, "Let me in! It's Krysta! Let me in!" .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Key Ring.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck, sais tucked into her beltloops.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:17 am
David heard the banging on the door, and ran to move the shelf out of the way. slowly but surely David moved the shelf then opened the doors. Krysta stood in front of him covered in blood. "are you alright, we have to get this shelf in front of that window." David said still a little worn from the fight he had getting in the kitchen.
(Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, I just been stuck reading the Naruto manga... I know super nerdy sweatdrop )
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 10:04 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<94.98%>
{ Lightly bruised right arm, strained ankle } Osborn had to be careful. Right now it looked to be that his room might be one of the few safe places until they could clear out of the inn and just letting the swarm into his upstairs bedroom was not a smart idea. So with his room key in hand, the reassurance that the window was blocked and certain that the halls upstairs were clear of any undead trudging about the halls he gradually stepped out of his room and began to move about.
Right now Krysta, David and John were downstairs, either clearing out the place or attempting to block off all entrances. This let upstairs in a currently "unknown" state, leaving Osborn with the task of making sure he knew what rooms were swarmed and empty. Luckily for him all the doors were closed and locked, either because anyone who left their rooms had already locked them or because Ms. Louise kept the empty rooms locked to avoid peopel sneaking in. As such all Osborn had to do was listen and mark the doors for safe or dangerous.
His first stop was the door beside his room and sure enough he could hear movement. It was more than just unsettling to know that next door was the undead, but the rooms were far apart and the walls quite thick if he had not heard them shuffling about in his bedroom. With his switchblade out he quickly marked the doors with a large ✖, being extra quiet just in case the creatures would all attempt to break through. From there he repeated each process; marking the doors with a ✖ if he knew something was in there, a ✔ if he was certain the room was safe and in other situations, a ? if he was not all that sure if something was in there.
When all rooms were marked and cleared, it was time to head downstairs. But first and foremost a pre-made blockade. As he carefully tip-toed to the stairs he peered down it, wary about walking in or grabbing attention. Sure enough a few of the undead that had not been slain still milled around, aimlessly wandering and none, thankfully, going up the stairs. With this in mind, he went over to the tables that lined the hall and did his best to pull and push them in the way, collecting all eh could and then some from his own room until a good enough blockade would, hopefully, keep them out.
"Now I wait..." Though he was ready to leave at any time, someone had to stay behind and man the blockade and base. If one undead did get upstairs, or perhaps escape from the rooms behind he needed to make sure it was safe. The more places they had to go to for shelter the better. One small room would not be enough to keep them all protected. .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Candelabra, switch-blade and gun.:':.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 8:20 am
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Previously injured left shoulder acting up.> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip]> Krysta turned the lock on the door instead, "The door is strong enough." She said before hurring over to the sink and turning on the water, she splashed hr face as the water that flowed off of her turned a blend of green and red as it washed the gore off of her face and out of her hair. Then as carfully as she could Krysta pulled her arms in the sleeves and opened the turtle neck to pull her head down and through. Grabbing the soap from beside the skin she poured a generous amount on the fabric and scrubbed vigourously until the water from washing it ran clean. Then stripping off her jeans she did the same for those, though the denim was a bit harder to clean as thick as it was and as much of the vile mix as it had manged to absorb. Wringing her clothes dry she hung them up on the drying wrack for the dishes, hoping the hot water would them a bit more quickly as it did with harder surfaces. Standing in nothing more then a bra and panties Krysta sighed, unclipping the clasp at the back of her bra to give it a thurough washing as well, now was not a time for modesty it was a time to get that toxic slime off of her before it was absorbed by the fabric or her skin. Finally with the bra warm and damp but clean, she put it back on trusting her body heat to help dry it more quickly. Surveying the room, Krysta ignored David for now, looking for what every little old lady she had ever met kept in her kitchen, ducking low to search cabinets and in the pantry she finally found the little portable shopping cart, similar to the one her grandmother used to take shopping. Krysta began piling it with what she could of non perishables and canned goods from the pantry, also grabbing a few dishes and mugs as well as asmany bottles of dish soap as she could find. Finally turning to the bread and fruits she found sitting in the fridge she lowered the small divider in the cart and pilled the top with perishables, not caring if they got slightly squished before using dish clothes to cover and tuck down the top layer so it wouldn't be so quick to come loose and fall. Letting out a sigh Krysta rolled her shoulders and felt one pop painfully, using her sais in combat was more strenuous then doing her forms, but at least she could, "David do you have everything you need? We are going to have to make a dash up to Osborn's room. And get everyone we can to come with, we need to regroup and figure this mess out." Krysta grabbed her damp clothing and pulled it back on, tucking one sai in her beltloops for easy access while holding the other in her left, the cart's handle in her right. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Key Ring.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck, sais tucked into her beltloops.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 9:50 pm
David was worried a little, when Krysta ignored him on moving the shelf to try and block the window in the lobby. As Krysta ran to the sink David followed. David quickly turned his back, when Krysta began to strip. 'If this was a normal day, I couldn't help but say something to a pretty girl like Krysta' David thought to himself as he rubbed his right hand down his face.
When Krysta was finished and asked David if he had what he needed, David nodded. "I got equipment to help fight these things." David replied, as he lifted the sack with the toaster, the knife holder (with the knifes), some of the pots and pans, and some forks, spoons, and butter knives. "When your ready, lets get outta here." David said, smiling at Krysta to try and show he had hope.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:56 am
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Previously injured left shoulder acting up.> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip]> Krysta eyed the bag in his hands, "Are you sure you can carry that and defend yourself?" She asked looking at the bulky sack that held odd shaped bulges and the thought of knives slipping loose from their holder made her shudder internally. Slipping her sai into her belt loops she set her cart back up right, "How about this, we make two trips, you carry I'll defend." Looking around Krysta caught sight of a long handled broom and stepping firmly on the broom head she snapped it off, leaving a jagged end, a bit of rummaging turned up a roll of duct tape and a chef's knife in the skin, which Krysta taped furiously thickly to the end of the broom, on the smooth end. The weight of the knife adjusted the balance and Krysta shifted her grip, changing her mind set from the equally balanced bo staffes to the bladed spear she has trained with under her boyfriend's master. To keep a traveling group safe she needed more range and this might be just what she needed. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Key Ring.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck, sais tucked into her beltloops.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:15 pm
David smirked and looked at the sack. "If you that is how you want to do it." David said throwing the sack over his shoulder. "You defend this round, I got the next round." David said with a small chuckle. "When we get a chance I need to tell you something, That maybe you guys should know about. I never really told anyone about not even my family." David said placing his hand over his heart. David then looked at the door, then back at Krysta. "Well shale we get this part over with?" David said with another chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:51 pm
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Previously injured left shoulder acting up.> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip]> Krysta shifted her weight and rolled her shoulder, her body already chilling slightly in her damp clothing, "You open the door and I'll head out first." Waiting for him to get into position she leveled the spear at the door. ((Kiro this might be a good chance for you to try and RP as some NPCs, you don't have to if you don't want to but I think it would be good skill to try.)) .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Key Ring.:':.
.:':.Wearing.:':.
.:':.Snug dark denim jeans, dark green turtleneck, sais tucked into her beltloops.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 2:09 pm
David looked at the door and shoved the door open. As the door swung open a zombie struck out from the right of David. David quickly reacted by stabbing the knife through the side of the monster's head. "Damn, what the hell is going on here?" David said as he pulled the knife out, and the monster slumped to the ground. "Ok you can take lead now." David said as he nodded his head for Krysta to take her move.
(By NPCs do you mean the zombies, the players not here, or just randomly make a new person come in to play. because I can do two of those three if needed.)
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