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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jul 27, 2009 9:58:03 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2009 10:55:51 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 10:55:51 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2009 15:07:35 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 15:07:35 GMT -6
"Bob, you've got to realize what you're doing. You know that if you kill her, you're as good as dead yourself. So just stop the foolishness, drop the gun and come with us." You tell him, taking a step to the right so that you can only be seen within his peripheral vision. You hope that Bob will glance toward you, which would give John enough time to act.
"I'll swear we won't arrest you Bob. I'm with the Department of Homeland Security, we can place you under our jurisdiction if that's what you're afraid of." Jesse attempts to appeal to him logically. "Homeland Security? Ha, well you've done a bang up job protecting us so far. Letting zombies take over an entire town." Bob laughs bitterly at her offer, remaining as rigid as a statue behind Bridget.
"Bob....please." The model quivers hoarsely, her throat is sore from all the crying she has been doing. "No. We'll just stand here like this until my arm get-" Bob witnesses your next step. "I told you not to fucking move!" He glares directly at you, making the fatal mistake of turning his head.
Moving with the speed of an enraged lover, John embeds the axe into Bob's skull. He groans softly then drops the gun, falling to the ground in a kneeling position. John releases the axe, immediately turning his attention to the restrained Bridget. He unties the ropes around her wrists. They are covered in red marks where they had begun to chafe.
You watch with a stony visage as the new crevice in Bob's head gushes blood. With absolutely no sign of emotion, you yank the axe out of his head and kick the body over. "I believe this is yours." You hand the axe to John, who welcomes it gratefully. "Thanks for helping us. I was worthless in that situation until you came along." He shakes your hand with a firm grasp, his eyes belying a strong determination.
"So how did that happen? No offense but you're a big guy. He couldn't have overpowered you." Frank suddenly asks John, completely unaware of how sensitive a subject this is. "He...he came at us from out of nowhere. He attacked from around the corner and had a gun on me faster than John could react. He marched us all the way out here just to make me kneel in the grass." Bridget explains, saving John the embarassment of disclosing the failure himself.
"Let's head back now, Brad is probably throwing a fit since I left with you." Jesse interjects during the awkward silence. "There he is!" You hear someone shout behind you. Glancing back, you see a drove of cultists charging headlong out of Paradise Plaza. Damn it, they found me. They'll harm the others just for being in my presence.
"Run!" You shout at the top of your lungs, taking the blonde agent by the hand. John does the same with Bridget while Frank brings up the rear. "What're they chasing us for?! I've never seen them before in my life." The photographer grunts as he runs. "They're after me, I'll explain once we get somewhere safe." You promise to everyone, garnering suspicious stares from one and all.
You guide them into the North Plaza, rushing in the direction of Wonderland. "Hide and don't make a sound." You order. Everybody begins to scatter but you have an odd feeling that something else is lurking in this plaza. The creature that burrowed into you must be able to detect extreme danger or something of that nature.
Grim Sense: Moderate
Vitality: 100% Entourage: Frank West 100%, Jesse McCarney 100%, Bridget Erickson 95%, John Dillon 100% Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Hide near Bridget, she seems nothing like a fighter plus she is unarmed and John only has an axe to protect her
B) Take shelter close to Jesse, Frank is with her but just to be sure, you should stick with them as well
C) Stay out in the open to confront the cultists, they may be the danger you are sensing besides, you are the one they are actually after
D) Call out, perhaps the danger is a hidden threat but this would stall the others as they observe you, giving them less time to hide
E) Search the plaza stealthily, you might be able to find the danger without dragging the others into it. But you'd be moving around when the cultists come
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Jul 27, 2009 15:09:45 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 27, 2009 15:09:45 GMT -6
B...
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Jul 27, 2009 15:27:49 GMT -6
Post by BastionCon on Jul 27, 2009 15:27:49 GMT -6
Looks like a I missed a few parts. A for me.
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Jul 27, 2009 16:01:07 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 16:01:07 GMT -6
I'll say A.
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Jul 27, 2009 16:05:18 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2009 16:05:18 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2009 23:12:14 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 23:12:14 GMT -6
Bridget really doesn't appear to be able to hold her own.... With this thought firmly implanted into your mind, you follow John and Bridget when they diverge from Jesse and Frank. "Just go, we'll be fine." You tell them, catching the flash of Jesse's glasses when she tosses a sharp look your way. She seems a bit disappointed in your choice but you simply shrug silently, you can't shake the feeling about Bridget.
"There they are, keep your head down." John whispers to her from within the darkness of a yet-to-be completed music store. You hide under the counter, upon which a cash register rests with an empty tray, patiently waiting to fulfill its purpose.
You didn't see where Jesse and Frank hid but you are sure enough of their safety. John and Bridget are hiding behind one of the shelves where they'll be able to make a dash for safety should someone spot them. Your spot beneath the counter will allow you to overtake anyone that enters, though this would require you to reveal yourself.
Every tense moment ticks by agonizingly slowly, leaving your back and legs to become stiff from being balled up for so long. After several minutes have passed, you stretch your legs to get the blood flowing. Your knees rattle as they become limber again, relieving you of the stiff uncomfortable feeling that plagued you previously. You decide to check on John and Bridget if only to speed up the passing flow of time.
She is clinging to John for dear life, visibly shaking despite the lack of lifeforms in the store. He doesn't seem to mind though with his arm around her shoulder. "Lucky bastard." You whisper when something above them catches your eye.
A creature of some sort is dangling from the roof above, seeking its next meal. The ceiling is too dark to make out any details but the general outline suggests it is the size of an adult human. It reaches toward Bridget, a rotting hand covered with festering maggots and visible bits of bone. "Look out!" You shout as you sprint forward, shoving both of them out of the way.
The hand extends all the way to the floor but is only able to grasp bits of dust off the tiles. "What the hell?!" John exclaims up on seeing the lengthy arm. "I don't know what it us but it tried to grab Bridget. It....dear god!" Your eyes having adjusted to the darkness, you can see the entirety of the abomination.
It is a zombie unlike any you have seen before. Its body has somehow fused with the ceiling, becoming a mass of blobby flesh that snakes out in all directions. Both of its arms have grown to ridiculous lengths though its right is clinging to its side, thanks to a thin membrane of stringy, pink flesh. Its torso protrudes from the ceiling by several inches, a small incision running along it. You dare not ponder what happens to the prey it captures....
Its face is an indistinguishable mess of jumble of body parts. Its nose and ears are rest on its chin while its eyes are touching in a single socket, giving it the appearance of a psuedo cyclops. Perhaps the most strange part is its mouth, which has found a new place to call home. It is resides diagonally across its forehead, chomping rythmically on air.
"Let's get out of here, I can't stand the sight of this thing any longer." You say as you exit the store. "That thing shouldn't exist. It's just...wrong." John mutters under his breath. "That's for damn sure. Let's find the others now." You prepare to set off but Bridget grabs your elbow for a moment. "Thanks for saving the both of us, particularly me for the second time." She tells you, breaking John's embrace to give you a slight peck on the cheek. "Right then." You set off to hide your blushing face, hoping that the concrete finisher isn't too jealous.
To your dismay, your search yields to you a bloodied and beaten Frank. He is sprawled out within the fountain in front of Crislip's. Several cuts and bruises tell you that this was not the work of the cultists. "What happened Frank?! Where's Jesse?" You demand of him upon reaching his battered form.
"In that...store. Some psycho...rambling on about Vietnam....ambushed me from behind. He...used the trapdoors...within the store to get the drop on me. He dispatched of me and said....he would take Jesse as a hostage...since he doesn't kill women." His breathing is sporadic but otherwise stable. He'll be fine but you don't know what this psychopath has planned for the DHS agent.
"John, Bridget, stay here with Frank. I'll find Jesse." Without pause, you rush into the store to rescue her. The smell of blood is thick and permeates the air as well as covering the ground. You glance up and see bodies wrapped in black tarps, dangling from the ceiling by foot long ropes. Blood seeps out of the bottom of each tarp, filling you with dread as you hope they are zombie corpses.
Crislip's is completely silent, lending a very eerie atmosphere to it. You know that little is more dangerous than one who has lost their mind, even if you possess the abilities of the creature the cultists were after.
Grim Sense: Severe
Vitality: 100% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Advance toward the back of the store cautiously, Jesse is nowhere to be seen near the front
B) Retrieve a weapon from a nearby shelf, you are a little uncomfortable being unarmed at the moment
C) Leave Crislip's, Jesse will have to live out whatever the psycho has planned for her
D) Open one of the trapdoors Frank mentioned, at least this way the psycho won't be able to take you by surprise
E) Climb onto one of the towering shelves, a better vantage point is the smartest route for now
You may choose B and a choice if you wish, but if B is voted, what weapon should you take: 1. Lead Pipe, a balance of speed and power is never a bad idea
2. Sledgehammer, one hit with this, combined with your abilites, would devastate any opposition but it is rather cumbersome
3. 2x4, same as the lead pipe but with a loud crack everytime you strike something
4. Fire axe, cleaving through flesh is always a painful way to inflict damage
5. Sickle, a long weapon that you could defend as well as attack with albeit awkwardly in certain situations
6. Garden trimmers, the sight of someone wielding these would strike fear into an opponent plus they appear to be sharp enough to sever limbs
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Jul 27, 2009 23:28:40 GMT -6
Post by darkdragon on Jul 27, 2009 23:28:40 GMT -6
B4
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Jul 28, 2009 0:02:33 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 28, 2009 0:02:33 GMT -6
A and B4. I really doubt a pair of hedge trimmers are going to scare this guy and I'm fairly certain a 2x4 would merely break in two over his head and do little to no damage.
It's also never a good idea to put yourself out in plain sight by climbing something tall and using an enemy's own tactics against them almost always ends in epic failure. And of course we're not just going to leave poor Jessie in there.
Damn myself for overanalyzing things...
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Jul 28, 2009 1:12:47 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 28, 2009 1:12:47 GMT -6
E! Grab onto a fucking light.
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Jul 28, 2009 1:15:27 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 28, 2009 1:15:27 GMT -6
B4. And I really really wanna try and recruit Cliff again. It would be just like old times!
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Jul 28, 2009 1:51:01 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2009 1:51:01 GMT -6
b4
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Jul 28, 2009 3:31:07 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 28, 2009 3:31:07 GMT -6
I need a weapon. I am NOT facing a psychopath unarmed, especially one capable of all this. You scan the shelves, your eyes passing over many prospective weapons. They come to rest on a lightened fire axe, one short enough that it can be wielded in a single hand. You toy around with it for several seconds after taking it from display, getting a feel for the weight and speed of the weapon. It is light, easy to swing yet sturdy. Your decision has been made.
With bladed armament in hand, you prowl deeper into Crislip's with a heightened sense of caution. It is in the rear of the store that you see, in the furthest right corner, Jesse bound and gagged, hanging from the top shelf of a row. "Jesse!" You can't help but blurt, relieved to see she her. She appears to be unharmed, her clothes are still intact without a rip to be seen. Her eyes grow wide as you approach, warning you to the danger from behind.
You dive forward quickly, performing a roll that leaves you facing your assailant. A massive man clad in a flannel vest and hockey mask grips the handle of a bloody machete, its blade streaked with so much crimson it is quite possibly permanently stained as such. You gaze in awe at his size. As he stands erect he towers over you at 6'7", forced to look down upon you. You gulp as he viciously wrenches his machete from the ground. Holy shit.
"You damn japs. Where's my squad?! Tell me and I might let you live. You won't get away like your friend did, I'll ensure that. You'll rue the day you fucked with Sergeant Cliff Hudson!" He booms in an intimidating tone. After a short introduction of himself, the psychotic veteran begins the bout.
He moves in low with his machete, attemping to swipe at your feet. You deflect the blow with your axe by chopping toward the floor, temporarily trapping the blade beneath the axe's shaft. Cliff chuckles under his mask, you know that a smirk must be forming on his face.
"You'll have to do better than that, swamp rat." He taunts as his fist comes into contact with your stomach. You lurch forward in pain, his punch comparable to colliding with a brick wall at top speed. You loosen your grip on your axe as pain overcomes every part of your body.
Cliff allows you to the crumple to the ground, an unfathomable depth of emotions flooding his mind. He should've killed me just now, but he didn't. Maybe there's still a portion of his sanity left in there somewhere.
Capitalizing on his hestiation, you sweep your leg across his feet. "Whoa!" You disable him long enough to rise to your feet, your axe raised above your head. "RRargh!" You slice at Cliff a deadly swing, one that will surely kill him. He rolls aside just as the blade whips by, embedding itself into the ground. "Shit." You mutter when you see his fist coming once again.
You soar through the air, launched backward by the devastating uppercut. You collide with a stack of drywood, cracking every piece of the building material upon hitting it. You lean against the wall to catch your breath, both arms resting on the split drywood. "We ain't done yet, ya jap! I still need to sweat my comrades' location out of you." Cliff snaps as he rushes you once again.
"That's right...we're not done." You pant, climbing to your feet by using the wall as support. You brace yourself for the bone jarring impact you are about to endure. The charging veteran's tackle is like being struck by a speeding semi, the brittle wall literally crumbles behind you when charge connects. Your head snaps forward, a sharp pain shoots down your back, your shoulders rattle in their sockets, and both legs feel like jelly when you hit the ground, all the tools on the shelves falling down upon Cliff.
You stumble out of the mess of hardware, your breath short with beads of sweat decorating your brow. Cliff has disppeared just when he had you in a position to kill you, this can't be good. You stand no chance against him in a fist fight, perhaps you can fight the battle on your own terms by being clever and resourceful.
Vitality: 70% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Recover your axe as soon as possible, you possess no way to ward off his machete without it
B) Occupy the high ground, he will most likely attempt an assault by utilizing the trapdoors
C) Stand your ground, you might be able to spot him before he attacks by concentrating
D) Bait a trap for him, play possum by feigning injury then strike when his guard is down
E) Construct a makeshift weapon from nearby materials, you can concoct something quickly before he turns up, but what would you build....
F) Hide so that he must come looking for YOU, this would allow you to assume control of the situation
Z) CYOA
Choose two of the above or create your own. Remember, this is guerilla warfare....
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Jul 28, 2009 3:40:20 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 28, 2009 3:40:20 GMT -6
A then F
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Jul 28, 2009 3:46:59 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2009 3:46:59 GMT -6
AF
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Jul 28, 2009 6:45:50 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 28, 2009 6:45:50 GMT -6
A Then F.
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Jul 28, 2009 10:34:54 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 28, 2009 10:34:54 GMT -6
A and F (HA DIDN'T USE THEN :3)
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Jul 28, 2009 17:41:41 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 28, 2009 17:41:41 GMT -6
You spit out the blood that has accumulated in your mouth, becoming ready for the next assault. I can't do this unarmed, he's too experienced for that. You skulk back to the place you lost your axe, keeping an eye peeled for Cliff. When you are sure all is clear, you scoop it up into your hand then flee the scene. "Time to hide so we can fight on MY terms."
With a new plan formulated, you scour Crislip's for the most opportune hiding place. Your prayers are answered when you see the perfect place in the center of a display. Several boxes are stacked four feet high on every side with plenty of space in the middle, offering cover from Cliff's vision should he glance your way. The only way he will see you is to be directly adjacent, but by that time you could easily launch your own attack.
The clanging of one of the trapdoors echoes throughout the store, prompting you to take your position. You vault over the boxes in a single bound, spotting Jessie on your way over. Silently, you promise her, "I'll save you."
You can hear the soft patter of Cliff's footsteps as well as his heavy breathing. His broad size and age betray him in this situation, you are able to track his movements while remaining crouched down.
In the dull stillness of your hiding place, you begin to notice a strange thump. You listen intently as it continues to grow stronger. Astonished, the reality of the sound washes over you. I can hear his heartbeat. How is that possible?! The thump is rythmic and steady, like that of a person with an icy calm about them. Cliff's heavy breathing is directly in front of you, he is approaching the display.
Your axe at the ready, you lunge through the boxes when he is in place. "What the-" Your tackle cuts him off as you carry him into the air. While still proceeding forward, you grip his sides and lift him into the air. When you have hoisted as high as you can, Cliff is slammed into the ground.
He grunts as a crack snakes out across the tiles, creating a web of broken ceramics below him. You pound Cliff's face with brutal punch after punch, never once letting up while you have control. His mask breaks upon enduring the countless blows, revealing a weathered face that has been through much. The pain in his eyes is almost too much to look at, you cease your barrage and climb off him.
"What're you doing? I won't fall for this trick." He staggers to his feet, his face bloody and beaten. "I don't wanna do this anymore. This is pointless, I'm not your enemy. I have no desire to fight you. I'm laying down my weapon." You toss aside your axe, believing that he may yet be able to see reason.
Cliff stares at you wearily, his hat hiding his eyes as he contemplates what to do. "S-something doesn't seem right..." He mutters though your ears pick this up. Yes! He's remembering. You seem to have an opportunity to restore his sanity though you must be careful on how to proceed, overloading his memory would destroy his mind forever.
Vitality: 70% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Ask him to look at his wallet if he has one, maybe a picture in there will jog his memory
B) Tell him to think, he might be able to recall the events from this morning
C) Explain everything that is actually happening, starting with the zombie invasion of the mall
D) Utilize his confusion for a fatal attack, he is too dangerous to be left alive
E) Request he release Jessie first, he is still too unstable to risk her being kept captive. Besides, she did nothing to deserve this.
I'm going to have to ask that you consider this one. I won't say anything to tip you off...
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Jul 28, 2009 17:49:51 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2009 17:49:51 GMT -6
.........A?
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Jul 28, 2009 18:09:52 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 28, 2009 18:09:52 GMT -6
I'll say B.
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Jul 28, 2009 18:33:53 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 28, 2009 18:33:53 GMT -6
A
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Jul 29, 2009 0:10:18 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 29, 2009 0:10:18 GMT -6
"Try checking your wallet. Perhaps there's a picture in there you'll recognize." You suggest catiously. "This better not be a trick." Cliff sternly replies. He reaches into his back pocket, fishes around for moment, then withdraws a rectangular leather billfold. Phew. Thank goodness.
You can't see Cliff's face due to the bill of his hat but you can hear the surprised gasp when he views his pictures. "D..Dakota. C..connie." He stammers so quietly you can barely understand. "It actually..happened. The screams, they won't stop. They screamed so loudly when the cannibals appeared..." He begins to babble nonsense as his memory returns. You hope that his sanity will as well.
When Cliff becomes silent, he looks up at you. "The war never ended, not for some of us. It haunts you, all the lives you take. It haunts you for the rest of your days. So much so that it threatens to steal your soul. That happened to me today, didn't it?" He asks you in disbelief, somehow seeking an answer that you can not give. "Yes." Is the only word you can say when faced with this broken man.
You guide Cliff back to John and Bridget, who recieve your explanation of his situation with sympathetic ears. "That's horrible. I'm so sorry." She tells Cliff. "They were all I had left in the world but they're gone now, I'll just have to live with that burden." He remains silent from then on, withdrawing into a shell that you are unable to penetrate. As you preapre to leave, something doesn't feel right.
Vitality: 70% Entourage: Cliff Hudson 80%, John Dillon 100%, Bridget Erickson 95% Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Head back to the Security Room, there's no need to remain here any longer
B) Ask what the others want to do, they may be tired and want to rest for the moment
C) It feels as if you're forgetting something, head back into Crislip's one more time....
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Jul 29, 2009 0:13:10 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 29, 2009 0:13:10 GMT -6
A.
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Jul 29, 2009 0:13:22 GMT -6
Post by JustBlaze216 on Jul 29, 2009 0:13:22 GMT -6
I'm going to have to go with C on this one.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2009 0:13:50 GMT -6
C, lulz
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Jul 29, 2009 0:37:18 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 29, 2009 0:37:18 GMT -6
C.
*Facepalmkeyboarddesk*
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Jul 29, 2009 2:38:35 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 29, 2009 2:38:35 GMT -6
C, you stupid moron!
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 29, 2009 4:00:40 GMT -6
"Oh shit! I forgot Jessie!" You realize after dwelling on it for a moment. "I'll be right back." You leave the others in a blur as you rush to release the blonde woman from her restraints. You obviously find her in the same place as before, though you are careful as you approach. You climb the shelf and cut the rope, catching it with the same hand holding the axe. You set her down, slice the ropes, and remove her gag for her. "What in the hell?! You just walked off and left me hanging!" She screams at your face, you can't help but chuckle at the pun. "What're you laughing at? Oh, you find it funny that I'm angry with you? How's this for funny?" Jessie attempt to kick you right in the gonads but you are quick to react. With her right foot in one hand, you explain what you were actually laughing at, "No, I was laughing because you made a pun, Ms. Sourpuss. Now come on beautiful, the others are probably wondering what's taking us so long." Having said that, you grab her by the waist and sling her over your shoulder with the slightest of ease. "What're you doing?! I can walk, you know." She grumbles as you approach the others. "Let's go. Ignore Ms. Pissy." You walk right past Cliff, Frank, John, and Bridget, all of whom stare at Jessie strangely. "I don't know what he's doing." She tells them, struggling to escape your shoulder. "I'm not letting go so you'd do best to get comfortable." You jape. "Fine, just get going." Jessie concedes defeat, resigning to prop her elbow on your back and rest her chin on her fist. The stroll through Leisure Park is a pleasant one with little interference, though how pleasant is defined in a zombie infested hellhole is subjective. It is Paradise Plaza that the situation becomes more troublesome. Packed near shoulder to shoulder, the zombies are ravenous as they seek their next meal. "Leave this to me." You tell everyone else, still holding Jessie on your shoulder. "Wait, what do you have pllaaned!!!" She screams as you charge into the crowd, swinging your axe like a madman. You cleave through numerous zombies with each swing, Jessie forced along for the ride. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She cries out everytime a corpse falls before her. One of the zombies attempts to get frisky, grasping for Jessie's right arm. "Oh no, ya don't. Hands off buddy, there's already a line." You taunt as you spot it out of the corner of your eye. Pivoting on your heel, you bring your other leg around to connect with a powerful roundhouse. It sends the zombie flying back, clearing a path directly to the flowing water. You can see the dumbfouned stares of Frank, John and Bridget after performing this feat, Cliff's gaze remains an enigma though. Having created a passage halfway through the plaza, you decide to have a bit of fun. You take Jessie off your shoulder and hold her in your arms much like a groom holds his bride when passing the threshold of their home together. "What are you doing?" She questions, unnerved by the devious smile on your face. "Up you go!" You chant, tossing her straight into the air. "Whaaa!" Jessie screams as she nears the ceiling, holding her skirt down with her hands to prevent it from folding up. "And now, a dance for moi." You whisper to yourself before commencing. You step back with your left foot, bring your right arm to rest on your chest, then burst forward in a cyclone of devastation. Zombies fly every which way as you come into contact with them, whirling forward slowly but surely. You create a clear path to the warehouse door then return to collect Jessie. "Ohhh nooo!" She screams as the ground fast approaches. "I got ya!" You shout, diving forward to catch the buxom blonde. You retrieve her just in the nick of time. She pants in your arms once you are done sliding, your knees raw from the friction despite your denim pants. "Well?" You ask her as you stand, still holding her in your arms. "Don't you ever.....do that...again." She snaps though she doesn't ask to be set down. "Oh come on, you know that was fun. Care to go again?" You bounce her in your arms with each successive bounce tossing her higher into the air. "Nooo don't!" She screams, clinging to your neck. "Fine. Let's get going!" You call back to the others. When John reaches you, he asks, "How in the hell were you able to do that?! It was inhuman." You immediately become uncomfortable. "Yeah, inhuman." Bridget purrs, gazing at you with her deep, blue eyes. I'm betting she wished I had taken her instead. Next time darling. Next time. "Hmm." Cliff grunts with his arms crossed. He suspects something but isn't saying it out loud. Thanks man. Frank simply nods to himself, saying nothing while clutching his camera. He was probably snapping pictures the entire time.Walking confidently through the warehouse, which is still clear of zombies, you ring for the elevator. The ride up is filled with an air of ease, exactly the opposite of every ride so far. Once on the roof, you finally release Jessie so that she may crawl through the vents. You follow behind her closely, taking in the sights. You stretch as you crawl out of the vent. "I always hate having to do that." You complain as your back pops. "Just tough it out." Cliff tells you, bypassing you to find a place of solitude. "Cheeky guy, ain't he?" You whisper to Bridget behind his back. "You heard what he had to endure, I bet you wouldn't be that cheery either in his shoes." She replies, not finding your joke amusing. You allow John to take Bridget off toward one of the backrooms, Jessie still standing at your side. Frank waves the two of you away as he begins to fiddle with his camera."I'd better find Brad, poor guy's probably blown a gasket from waiting so long." She tells you. "I'll come with." You volunteer. Inside the monitor area, you find Brad sprawled out across the bed. "What happened?" Jessie asks, worried about her partner. "When that woman woke up, she attacked with me and ran off into the mall. I came to and felt the large knot on the back of my head. She hasn't appeared on any of the monitors yet. But enough of that, where the hell have you been?!" Brad and her proceed to go over everything that happened, leaving you to stand there as a thrid wheel. Tiring of their conversation, you enter the back area. Cliff is standing in the room on the right by himself while John and Bridget stand silent in the room on the left. Nothing is happening right now and you still feel wired from dancing through the zombies. Vitality: 80% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Fire axe Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5 Romantic interests: Jesse: You've flirted with her left and right, all of which have been with light to moderate success at the least. You definitely feel an attraction toward her. Bridget: She is a possibility. You've garnered her attention with your presentation in Paradise Plaza and having saved her life mutliple times didn't hurt either. You'll need to follow up on this to confirm if there is any chemistry. Her...assets seem to be up to snuff for you. A) Ask Cliff if you can do anything for him, he is bearing a heavy burden after all B) Enter the room with John and Bridget, they seem to be enduring an awkward silence C) Nap on one of the sofas, a bit of extra rest wouldn't hurt D) Head back into the monitor room with Brad and Jessie, they might finish squabbling soon E) Speak with Frank, maybe he has some interesting pictures to show you
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Jul 29, 2009 5:59:06 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 29, 2009 5:59:06 GMT -6
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