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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 12:11 am
A sheepdog of a boy sat in the first floor common room, an absolute feast of Chinese take-out boxes lined up in front of him. General Tso's Chicken, Beef and Brocolli, Sweet and Sour Shrimp, Fried Cheese Wontons, Dumplings, and Sesame Chicken. Normally this was all unheard of for Ezekiel Martin, but he had had a disquieting dream the night before.
He had been holding Mackenzie O'Connell in his arms, and instead of having a dream normal for a teenage boy, he had...
... Bitten her.
No, he didn't just bite her. He had eaten her. He had torn the skin off of her shoulder and bitten. He remembered how warm her flesh was, and how delightful the feeling of chewing on raw meat had felt. He had pulled strings of muscle away from the delicious fat of her arms, and gnawed on the bone until it almost looked white.
Zeke distracted himself from remembering the dream by eating a piece of broccoli. He knew that he would regret eating all this in about six hours, but he had to distract himself somehow, and delivery seemed to be the best option.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:07 pm
Mackenzie O'Connell, at that moment, was wandering down the halls like some zombie, eyes glazed over, practically drooling. Hell, her arms were even extended in typical zombie-fashion, clenching and unclenching before her, as if she were slowly chasing a giant marshmallow or cheeseburger that she desperately wanted to catch. It might have even been creepy if she had been murmuring brains, but instead it was kind of hilarious. She was wandering around in huge, over-sized pajama pants in the colors of BP, a black tanktop sporting a hilariously cute sheepdog on the front being her upper attire. Pretty non-threatening, over-all.
The smell of chinese brought her from her zombie-walk, and the girl's green eyes widened to the size of saucers, her hands immediately going to her stomach as it growled ferociously at her. Her gaze immediately snapped to a certain door just a little further down the hall, and she practically skipped there, pushing open the door and leaning in the door frame for only a moment before coming in, once again ignoring his personal space.
"Oh my sweet Fluffy, dearest, darlingest Fluffy-wuffles, tell me that's chinese takeout," She crooned hungrily at him, barely giving him time before descending upon him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from behind, reaching over him to grab the hand with the chopsticks, leaning over his shoulder and popping whatever it had been into her mouth, groaning as she ate it hungrily, "Man, if you share, I will love you forever."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:20 pm
After seeing something that could've belonged to an actual zombie, Zeke wasn't too phased by Mackenzie's walk. This was an improvement, as while he could handle most horror movies, even Michael Jackson's rendition of zombies made him jump.
"I'm hungry, too..." he mumbled. "I'm pretty sure that I could eat all of this."
He snatched his chopsticks back before looking back down at his meal. He didn't want vegetables... he wanted meat.
"I'll give up the beef and broccoli, okay?" he said as he reached forward and picked up the box. The bottom of it was already greasy from the food inside, and some of the sauce dripped down onto the carpet as he held it up for her to take.
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