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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:56 pm
Finally, when it seemed her arm might fall off, the zombies stopped appearing. With a soft sigh, she checked her car for any sign of life. Everything looked clear, so she got in, starting her car.
"Killing zombies makes me so hungry," she muttered, driving off to the nearest gas station that would be open all night. She cleaned off the shelves, or it would look that way at first glance of her, arms filled with bags, boxes, and cans of food.
She set it all on the counter, grabbing a bottle of iced tea and then paying. The bleary-eyed cashier handed her the sacks and she left, speeding back to Kong, topping her car out until it would stall and she'd be forced to slow down.
This time, she parked in the car park, brakes squealing her to a stop. She grabbed her tea and a bag of crisps, leaning against her car and eating hungrily.
"Much better." she smiled, wiping her bloody fringe from her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:52 pm
"But yer wearin' yer boots..." He trailed off, deciding not to take it any further. He knew it would just make Noodle more uncomfortable, though he didn't REALLY know why she was so nervous lately. So he decided to take the 'nice' route.
"Sure. I been called worse things, right, an' they prolly 'ave, too, y'know? It don' matter. Noffin' a few fags can't fix."
He paused. Something rumbled under his feet, a growl like he hadn't heard in a while.
"Noods, d'you hear...cars?" He grinned. Since he got rid of the Pontiac, he hadn't heard the sound of a muffler-less car in a long time.♥ {Gºpop}™
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 5:53 pm
Her face held a slight look of concern.
"Yes. More guests-uh?"
She took a step toward the elevator and motioned Murdoc to follow. "If they're zombies, we need-uh a...um... bait! Come, yes?"
She loved to tease people lightly. And Murdoc always reacted so much, so the look on his face was always priceless when he realizes she's a better fighter. She stepped in the elevator.
"Well?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:59 pm
"You mean I should get a freezerpac of bacon 'r somethi..." It took Murdoc a few seconds to realize what she meant. His jaw dropped, but then he smirked. "Brat! I totally raised you t' talk t' me like that, Jesus, it's a wonder I haven' evicted yer sorry bum yet! But yeh, le's go. I wanna see that car."
The elevator lurched slightly as he stepped in. 2D had been at the walls again - lots of scribbling about nothing in particular. In the back of his mind, he scratched a mental note about prying the fake wood paneling off the walls. He could sell it for a whole lot of money.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:02 pm
Noodle smirked at her witty remark and then realized the awkward silence. She looked at Murdoc, then at her feet, then back at Murdoc, and then realized that they had already arrived at the car park. The door screeched open and the lone, noisy car stood next to Murdoc's Winne. Some bloody girl was pigging out on food. And by "bloody", she meant that quite literally.
"Do you know-uh her? Maybe she...um...knew that girl-uh with you?"
Oh no...shouldn't have mentioned her. I feel horrible...
She shuffled her feet.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:32 am
Ruki, by instinct, had stayed quiet while Murdoc and Noodle were talking. But, when she saw that they were leaving, she steped forward, and called, in a small voice, "U-um, wait! I need to ask..."
But it was too late. The elevator doors had already shut. "...about new clothes..." she finished, lamely. She just stood there, dripping wet, wondering what was next.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:57 pm
Murasaki paused her feast, feeling two sets of eyes on her. She looked up and, with a start, saw Noodle and Murdoc. Looking at them through her eyes they seemed slightly fuzzy, but she passed that off as exhaustion.
Maybe it was late. She set the bag down and brushed her hands off, staring at them. Oh, damn. I hope I didn't swallow any blood, she thought, making a note in her mind to take a shower when she got the chance. Her hands were clean, however.
She raised an eyebrow at Murdoc and Noodle, combing through her hair with her crisp-greased fingers. Then she tilted her head, squinting.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 7:15 pm
"Dunno 'er. Did we LEAVE TH' DOORS OPEN or something? 'Cos I don't r'member inviting ANYBODY."
And then he remembered:
Oh wait, I did.
"Well s**t, nevermind." He scowled.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 9:35 pm
"Oh, posh," she scoffed, his rather uncontained speech invading her ears.
She yawned and pushed off of the car lightly, pulling her keys from the ignition. She looked through it, wondering if she should be explaining herself to the two band members. She shook her head and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top.
"Crisps?" she offered, holding up a fresh bag of chips.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:22 am
Gen by now had already finished her shower ; and , despite the sudden paranoid thoughts that had filled her head beforehand , blood and roaches did not , in fact , come streaming from the faucet .
As the dirty rag she had previously been clothed had reached its final threads, the woman had begun burrowing through Asian - Girl's closet , wearing only a lime - green bathtowl as she had tossed her stained burgandy - violet nightclothes off in some corner . It didn't take her long to realise that there would be no way she could wear the little girl's clothing without looking like some crack whore . Abandoning the closet , she shifted out into the hallway , scanning with a lazy gaze the piles of t - shirts and leggings strewn upon the floor ; she'd already been called a prostitute before , and she wasn't looking forward to any more unsavory names .
Picking up a stray shirt that didn't look completely filthy , Gen didn't what much more than a moment before pulling it on over her still - damp and tangled hair . It was only when she glanced down at the flipped lettering that she attempted to read the print on its neon orange surface . Squinting a bit she stretched the cloth further out in front of her , trying to process the letters even though they were upside down .
M - I - T - E . N - U - R - S - I - N - G .
Mite Nursing ?
Popping her lips , Gen released her strained grip on the bottom of the shirt . She didn't know what a bloody ' Mite Nurse ' would be , but it sounded funky and cool all the same . Rummaging through another pile of clothes , she found a pair of jeans , shimmying them on with some difficulty . Gawd , she didn't even wear skinny jeans this tight . But surely they were too big for Asian Girl. . .
A , forget about it . At least she wasn't running around in her birthday suit , and that fact alone suited her just fine . Attempting to brush her fingers through her tangled mane only to have her fingers get stuck half - way , the woman mosied her way on down the hallway , without much excitement starting to search for her party of crazies .
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:37 am
Noodle politely said yes and cautiously took a chip from the bag. She examined it slightly then, after realizing it was fine, popped it in her mouth. She munched, swallowed, then smiled.
"Thank-oo! Now-uh, why are you in-uh our...um... studio?"
She was trying to prevent Murdoc from scaring this one, too, so doing all the talking was probably a good move. He never could understand that manners never did any harm.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:33 am
"Huh?" she scratched the back of her neck, blushing bright red. "Well, this is a bit awkward." she laughed nervously, trying to think quickly on how to explain her presence. Oh, what the hell, she was exhausted and covered in blood, might as well just blurt it out.
"I--I kinda live here." she smiled sheepishly. "But I do the grocery shopping."
Her eyes darted to the grocery-filled backseat of her car. She had meant to unload them all later, but now that she was discovered, there was no point in doing it secretly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 7:20 pm
Murdoc turned up his mangled nose at the crisps. "No way, I only eat them f'r like, every meal."
Taking a minute to process, y'know, multiple sentences, a frustrating confusion rose up in him. "Wait...so we've like wot been eatin' off yer paycheck the whole time 'r what? How long've you been doin' this, 'cos I never bloody HEARD ya before! I mean, the hell? I always thought, y'know, our hunger-concious, right, mother-hen Russel bought it all. 'Cos if anyone'd realize we were out of it, it'd be him!"
He glanced at Noodle.
"Wait, she's prolly WHY I eat crisps all th' time. But y'know this prolly means that all th' stuff Russ buys, y'know, he hoardes. Fatty."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 9:03 pm
She paused for a second, thinking. "Oh, I guess so, yeah. Huh, I never thought about it." she paused again, scrubbing her eyes and trying to stay awake.
"And as to how long I've been doing this? Well--probably three months. I can be stealthy when I want to be, yeah." She defended herself and her noisy automobile.
Then she snickered suddenly. "Oh yeah, and by the way, Russ has like a month's worth of food stashed under his bed, in his pillows, and his closet. Sometimes I dip into his stash." she grinned broadly, revealing a missing tooth on the left side of her top row of teeth.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 9:09 pm
Noodle giggled.
"Silly Russ-uh..."
She looked at Murdoc's chubby stomach when he mentioned it and tried not to laugh even harder. Then, realizing that this poor girl was responsible for their food, she felt extremely irresponsible.
"Oh, I'm-uh so sorry! Please let-uh us repay you."
She pulled out her wallet, covered in stickers, and handed her $1000.
"And-uh please, next time-uh you...um... want to go to the store-uh, I'll be happy to come-uh, search, and pay-uh. I love-uh shopping, even for food-uh! Do join us, Mur-u Doc-u!" She looked up at him and grinned widely at the thought of him, stuffed in his Winnebago, hording crisps into his mouth.
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