Noyama
It was midnight, or some time around there, and Avery Roth was feeling like a real a*****e.
Truth be told, he'd never been the nicest of guys. He didn't go out with the intent to start trouble, and if nothing else, his heart bled (figuratively) enough for Elke to accept it. But kill him in a fire and drag him back as a zombie? Yeah, he was out for blood, and not the kind oozing out of an empathetic organ.
He'd known something was wrong with this place, and he was right. He was always right. His mind was stuffed full of bitter thoughts, rage and "why me?" questions; not an inch to spare for doubt that he was correct again. This school followed such a horror movie pattern that he knew there was no way it could end up any differently from a typical zombie flick. Either the good guys won or there was a cliffhanger. Life didn't have questionable endings. Only solid, live-or-die answers. So...
He was alive, sort of, but not for much longer. Something was bound to happen that would take them all out for good. If he was going down, it would be kicking, screaming and maybe gnawing on an arm or two. Avery was far too hungry and far too angry to accept his doomed fate any longer without lashing out. He'd lost his life and his Elke. There was nothing left for him but spite.
The person rounding that corner outside the charred remains of the school could have been anyone other than his precious girlfriend and he would have reacted venomously. However, there were two people that added an extra dose of poison to his voice. One of them being--
"Sebastien," Avery hissed, lip curling back. "I see you dropped like a rock."
Funny. He'd always thought the French were the best at running away from danger.
Chibi Sheepcat
Urg talk about waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
Sébastien had gone to bed the previous night and pulled the covers well over his head, hoping at the very least to get some beauty sleep. What he hadn't expected was to wake up in the morning under the remains of his room. It had taken some work, clawing his way to the surface, but all in all he seemed to be unharmed. Just goes to show you the power of the French. They could survive anything, even the collapse of a building, without so much as a scratch. Though, on second thought, he was a little green. But he was alive, so that was all that mattered.
The gnawing hunger in his gut was what drove him to leave the wreckage where he had searched for his French flag all morning. He had only just started towards the bit of the school that remained standing when someone called his voice. Sébastien stopped dead.
He recognized that voice.
Eyes narrowed, the French boy turned slowly to face his opponent and folded his arms over his chest. Avery, that friend-stealing b*****d, was about to get what was coming to him.
"Avery. As you English say, we meet again, for zhe first time and zhe last time."
Sébastien had gone to bed the previous night and pulled the covers well over his head, hoping at the very least to get some beauty sleep. What he hadn't expected was to wake up in the morning under the remains of his room. It had taken some work, clawing his way to the surface, but all in all he seemed to be unharmed. Just goes to show you the power of the French. They could survive anything, even the collapse of a building, without so much as a scratch. Though, on second thought, he was a little green. But he was alive, so that was all that mattered.
The gnawing hunger in his gut was what drove him to leave the wreckage where he had searched for his French flag all morning. He had only just started towards the bit of the school that remained standing when someone called his voice. Sébastien stopped dead.
He recognized that voice.
Eyes narrowed, the French boy turned slowly to face his opponent and folded his arms over his chest. Avery, that friend-stealing b*****d, was about to get what was coming to him.
"Avery. As you English say, we meet again, for zhe first time and zhe last time."
Noyama
Avery had never really marked himself as any given race or ethnicity if it was optional. The tone of his skin and dream catcher weaved in his hair gave part of his origins away, but neither side was important enough to him to feel offended when he was assumed to be one of "the English". Sébastien probably only had two categories for people: French and not French. The reasons to hate this guy were endless.
"I've never said that, but I try not to talk to you if I can help it. Can't really understand what you're saying most of the time." Nevermind that he'd obviously understood that enough to insult him. Logic had no place in a zombie-on-zombie verbal b***h fight that was about to get physical.
Not just yet. First, he had to know: "Have you seen Elke?"
"I've never said that, but I try not to talk to you if I can help it. Can't really understand what you're saying most of the time." Nevermind that he'd obviously understood that enough to insult him. Logic had no place in a zombie-on-zombie verbal b***h fight that was about to get physical.
Not just yet. First, he had to know: "Have you seen Elke?"
Chibi Sheepcat
The French boy scoffed. "It is only because you are not paying attention zhat you don't understand! You are not hearing with your ears!" He made a vague gesture before folding his arms over his chest once again. Of course Avery would take a shot at his accent. Sebastien would have bet one million francs that the teen before him couldn't speak a word of French, and yet somehow he still thought he was better. Damned English.
At the mention of Elke his face softened a little. "No, I 'ave not. She was not with you?" As much as he despised the fact that Elke had friends other than him, not to mention a boyfriend like Avery, he would have rather Elke been safe with her other friends than buried underneath that pile of burned rubble.
At the mention of Elke his face softened a little. "No, I 'ave not. She was not with you?" As much as he despised the fact that Elke had friends other than him, not to mention a boyfriend like Avery, he would have rather Elke been safe with her other friends than buried underneath that pile of burned rubble.
Noyama
Avery ignored what he assumed to be some twisted version of French sign language and waited not-so-patiently for the answer to that all important question. What was told to him was definitely not what he wanted to hear. If there was one thing they could agree on, it was that he'd rather Elke have been stuck with an idiot and living stereotype than dead. Being a member of the Zombie Club still meant you were deceased, and being Not Dead was always a better option.
"She could be alive then," he noted aloud. A breath of relief would not come, and it had nothing to do with his status, just a flickering desire to have things make sense again. The more soothed his temper, the more he had to reason things out. Elke always managed to calm him down somehow. No matter how minimal, he wanted some feeling of understanding. What he understood now was that the odds of her not being alive were just as good as the other way around. Worst case scenario, she wasn't coming back at all. "No, I haven't seen her. You realize we're going to die, right?"
"She could be alive then," he noted aloud. A breath of relief would not come, and it had nothing to do with his status, just a flickering desire to have things make sense again. The more soothed his temper, the more he had to reason things out. Elke always managed to calm him down somehow. No matter how minimal, he wanted some feeling of understanding. What he understood now was that the odds of her not being alive were just as good as the other way around. Worst case scenario, she wasn't coming back at all. "No, I haven't seen her. You realize we're going to die, right?"
Chibi Sheepcat
He hadn't seen her? Damn. Sébastien frowned, trying to think of the most likely place that Elke would be. If she had escaped the fire, where would she have gone? Probably back to the school to see who else was alive. But if she was dead... He cast a look over his shoulder at their former dormitory and shuddered. No, she was definitely alive. She had to be alive. She was French, and French people don't die that easily.
"We should make with zhe looking zhen," he suggested, having already made the decision for Avery that he was coming. Two people could search better, after all, even if Avery wasn't French. Make that one and a half then. Still, it was better than one. He stopped, however, at the other teen's question, turning around slightly to stare at him.
"Pardon? What are you talking about? I am certain I am alive."
"We should make with zhe looking zhen," he suggested, having already made the decision for Avery that he was coming. Two people could search better, after all, even if Avery wasn't French. Make that one and a half then. Still, it was better than one. He stopped, however, at the other teen's question, turning around slightly to stare at him.
"Pardon? What are you talking about? I am certain I am alive."
Noyama
Commence staring session.
"Are you kidding?" Avery hadn't blinked or said anything in the fifteen or so seconds that had went by since Sébastien decided to prove him right about the moron comment earlier. Figures. Never wrong. "Look at yourself, man. Look at me. We're green like the damn Grinch." Or zombie puke. Or really tall grass. Pretty much nothing good was green, was it?
A hand rose to his chin and he ran his fingers across it, musing. At this point his temper was like a light switch: It turned on and off and, like the switch itself, he didn't feel like he had any control over it. Influenced by some outside source, was he? Or did he just not care to play nice anymore? The situation didn't exactly call for it.
"You know, Sébastien, I'll let you in on another really obvious secret anyone slightly observant could figure out." Since he was lacking the "slightly" and "observant" parts and all. "I was going to ask Elke to marry me, but I waited because I had to consider what the backlash with all of her stupid friends would be. At the risk of making a really horrible pun, I have been dying to kick your a**."
That wedding would never happen. Not even Elke would marry a zombie. He'd take sick comfort and amusement in this instead. Besides, he was really hungry.
"Gonna have to eat you man, sorry." But he didn't sound too sorry, nor did he look it when he charged forward and tackled the other boy, slamming his fist across his face. Twice.
"Are you kidding?" Avery hadn't blinked or said anything in the fifteen or so seconds that had went by since Sébastien decided to prove him right about the moron comment earlier. Figures. Never wrong. "Look at yourself, man. Look at me. We're green like the damn Grinch." Or zombie puke. Or really tall grass. Pretty much nothing good was green, was it?
A hand rose to his chin and he ran his fingers across it, musing. At this point his temper was like a light switch: It turned on and off and, like the switch itself, he didn't feel like he had any control over it. Influenced by some outside source, was he? Or did he just not care to play nice anymore? The situation didn't exactly call for it.
"You know, Sébastien, I'll let you in on another really obvious secret anyone slightly observant could figure out." Since he was lacking the "slightly" and "observant" parts and all. "I was going to ask Elke to marry me, but I waited because I had to consider what the backlash with all of her stupid friends would be. At the risk of making a really horrible pun, I have been dying to kick your a**."
That wedding would never happen. Not even Elke would marry a zombie. He'd take sick comfort and amusement in this instead. Besides, he was really hungry.
"Gonna have to eat you man, sorry." But he didn't sound too sorry, nor did he look it when he charged forward and tackled the other boy, slamming his fist across his face. Twice.
Chibi Sheepcat
"Green is not zhe same as being dead," Sébastien countered, not entirely sure where Avery was going with this green thing. If he was trying to make some sort of connection between green things and dead things he was totally barking up the wrong tree. Most things that were green were living. It was only when they went black or crinkly brown that they were dead. Didn't he know anything about nature?
But the French boy didn't have time to think about Avery's stupidity, because the other teen had just confessed that he was going to marry Elke. As in, Elke his best friend. Tying the knot. With a loser who was about as unFrench as the Queen of England.
Sébastien felt his lip curl into a snarl, eyes narrowing at Avery. How dare he want to marry Elke. Elke had been his friend first, and while he wasn't exactly the type to marry her (nor had the thought even crossed his mind) he wasn't about to let this brown haired Englishman do it instead. He had standards damnit and Avery was not above them!
"Well I am not above zhis kicking of a**. If you think you are going to win zhen think again!" With a war cry that sounded something like "vive la France!" and charged at Avery. The other teens' fist came into contact with Sébastien first, sending him stumbling backwards as he tried to orient himself. That had hurt damnit, but the hurt only made him angrier and (if possible) hungrier. He lunged forward again, diving at Avery's midsection to take the fight down to the ground.
FOR FRANCE!
But the French boy didn't have time to think about Avery's stupidity, because the other teen had just confessed that he was going to marry Elke. As in, Elke his best friend. Tying the knot. With a loser who was about as unFrench as the Queen of England.
Sébastien felt his lip curl into a snarl, eyes narrowing at Avery. How dare he want to marry Elke. Elke had been his friend first, and while he wasn't exactly the type to marry her (nor had the thought even crossed his mind) he wasn't about to let this brown haired Englishman do it instead. He had standards damnit and Avery was not above them!
"Well I am not above zhis kicking of a**. If you think you are going to win zhen think again!" With a war cry that sounded something like "vive la France!" and charged at Avery. The other teens' fist came into contact with Sébastien first, sending him stumbling backwards as he tried to orient himself. That had hurt damnit, but the hurt only made him angrier and (if possible) hungrier. He lunged forward again, diving at Avery's midsection to take the fight down to the ground.
FOR FRANCE!
Noyama
Along with the joys of finally socking the lesser of two evils in the face, Avery could relax later knowing Sébastien had never tried to put the moves on his woman. No man, living or dead, determined to take another to the ground that quickly could be anything but gay in his book. Which was in English, thank you very much.
The next assault wasn't an attack so much as a pitiful, disoriented kick to get the blonde off him. Not that he'd admit it, but that had actually hurt. A lot.
"Just hurry and die for real so I can go eat Catboy, will you?"
Yeah, this guy was the worst kind of annoying, but he wasn't Avery's main target.
The next assault wasn't an attack so much as a pitiful, disoriented kick to get the blonde off him. Not that he'd admit it, but that had actually hurt. A lot.
"Just hurry and die for real so I can go eat Catboy, will you?"
Yeah, this guy was the worst kind of annoying, but he wasn't Avery's main target.
Chibi Sheepcat
There was a good chance that Sébastien wouldn't have cared that Avery thought he was gay. Anything, after all, was better than being an Englishman.
He grunted at the kick, rolling to the side in a failed attempt to avoid it. It hadn't been the greatest idea, taking a sports player down to the ground, but he had hoped that his flexibility could help him out just a little bit. Perhaps he had over calculated just a bit, but he wouldn't let that stand in his way. He had to win! For France!
Sébastien was about to get back in the game when Avery's comment stopped him. "What?! Catboy? No way! 'e is mine!" No doubt they were thinking of the same person. There really was only one infamous "cat boy" around Barren Pines, at least as far as Sébastien knew, and he was the French teen's neighbour. Or rather, had been the French teen's neighbour. They didn't exactly have a dorm room anymore, did they?
"I 'ave 'ad to put up with his cats and his... his cat smellingness!" English was starting to fail him in the heat of the moment.
He grunted at the kick, rolling to the side in a failed attempt to avoid it. It hadn't been the greatest idea, taking a sports player down to the ground, but he had hoped that his flexibility could help him out just a little bit. Perhaps he had over calculated just a bit, but he wouldn't let that stand in his way. He had to win! For France!
Sébastien was about to get back in the game when Avery's comment stopped him. "What?! Catboy? No way! 'e is mine!" No doubt they were thinking of the same person. There really was only one infamous "cat boy" around Barren Pines, at least as far as Sébastien knew, and he was the French teen's neighbour. Or rather, had been the French teen's neighbour. They didn't exactly have a dorm room anymore, did they?
"I 'ave 'ad to put up with his cats and his... his cat smellingness!" English was starting to fail him in the heat of the moment.
Noyama
They'd gone from incredibly petty fights, to brawling (on Avery's end--he didn't know what to call that homo-erotic tactic Sébastien had pulled) and back again, just like that.
"Yeah, well he harasses Elke!" The wit that had served Avery well so far was faltering. Good thing it didn't take a word master of the English language to win against someone who barely spoke it. Just stating the facts would suffice. "You would think, being her bestest best friend, you would already know!"
Hmph. Some friend he was. Avery wasn't going to invite him to the wedding anyway. (But who was he kidding? Elke would whine until he did and he would have caved. Damn girls and their magic powers over boys.)
"Wait, hold on." The next time his hands raised, it was not to hit, but just to settle in front of him in a gesture that didn't signify surrender--which was for the French--but rather a temporary truce. "Elke told me that she ran into a demon cat when she was Sue. I think he has something to do with this. Did you notice anything weird about him other than the fact he's got way too many stupid cats?"
As a side note he added, "And you're dead, man, seriously. There was a fire and now we're semi-original zombies."
"Yeah, well he harasses Elke!" The wit that had served Avery well so far was faltering. Good thing it didn't take a word master of the English language to win against someone who barely spoke it. Just stating the facts would suffice. "You would think, being her bestest best friend, you would already know!"
Hmph. Some friend he was. Avery wasn't going to invite him to the wedding anyway. (But who was he kidding? Elke would whine until he did and he would have caved. Damn girls and their magic powers over boys.)
"Wait, hold on." The next time his hands raised, it was not to hit, but just to settle in front of him in a gesture that didn't signify surrender--which was for the French--but rather a temporary truce. "Elke told me that she ran into a demon cat when she was Sue. I think he has something to do with this. Did you notice anything weird about him other than the fact he's got way too many stupid cats?"
As a side note he added, "And you're dead, man, seriously. There was a fire and now we're semi-original zombies."
Chibi Sheepcat
Wait, he harassed Elke?! That wasn't cool! Now Sébastien had even more reason to show Sue just what he thought of his cat-loving, English ways! "Just because I don't know doesn't mean I don't care! She was my friend before she was your girlfriend!" Take that Avery! He and Elke were totally BFFLs and he was just jealous of their awesomness. She was the only one who could call him Sebby and he wasn't about to let this Englishman defend her honour.
When Avery held up his hands to stop the fight, the French teen leaned back on his heels cautiously. He wasn't sure if the other teen was trying to catch him off guard or get more information out of him, but he was willing to take his chances. It wasn't like Avery would actually beat him in a fight or anything. When had the French ever lost to the British?
"Euh... well, 'e 'as the cats, and is always in a bad mood." As in always. There was no happy hour for Sue. "'e is not very sociable either." He merely scoffed at the mere suggestion that he was dead. Sébastien had survived the fire. He could surely take on Avery.
When Avery held up his hands to stop the fight, the French teen leaned back on his heels cautiously. He wasn't sure if the other teen was trying to catch him off guard or get more information out of him, but he was willing to take his chances. It wasn't like Avery would actually beat him in a fight or anything. When had the French ever lost to the British?
"Euh... well, 'e 'as the cats, and is always in a bad mood." As in always. There was no happy hour for Sue. "'e is not very sociable either." He merely scoffed at the mere suggestion that he was dead. Sébastien had survived the fire. He could surely take on Avery.
Noyama
Leave it to a guy who really believed the French were the first on the moon to deny he was a zombie while being green and hungering for flesh.
--Ugh, he was so hungry.
"Yeah, well, he's just a b***h. That doesn't help any." Avery couldn't remember a time he had stopped and talked to the guy, but Elke let enough slip that it painted a clear enough picture. Plus, it wasn't like he'd never seen him around. Constant PMSing described him pretty good. "Let's go find his sorry a** and let him have it then. We can settle our issues later. I don't know what he's like right now, but it doesn't matter."
This was a win-win for him. If Sue was some evil mastermind with demon cats, four fists were better than two against him. Or... about three, maybe. Sebby's probably only counted as one put together. Still, that was higher than two, so he'd take it. The trip-and-run technique was taken into account too. Just because he was a goner didn't mean he couldn't drag it out.
Really, as long as one of them got their face eaten, he'd "die" happy.
--Ugh, he was so hungry.
"Yeah, well, he's just a b***h. That doesn't help any." Avery couldn't remember a time he had stopped and talked to the guy, but Elke let enough slip that it painted a clear enough picture. Plus, it wasn't like he'd never seen him around. Constant PMSing described him pretty good. "Let's go find his sorry a** and let him have it then. We can settle our issues later. I don't know what he's like right now, but it doesn't matter."
This was a win-win for him. If Sue was some evil mastermind with demon cats, four fists were better than two against him. Or... about three, maybe. Sebby's probably only counted as one put together. Still, that was higher than two, so he'd take it. The trip-and-run technique was taken into account too. Just because he was a goner didn't mean he couldn't drag it out.
Really, as long as one of them got their face eaten, he'd "die" happy.
