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Post by Roger Stone on May 11, 2009 21:50:41 GMT -6
5:58.........
5:59..........
6:- BEEEP... BEEEP... BEEEP
The alarm clock lets off it's annoying rattle, jolting you awake.
Moday... Great. Freakin' school... So... Tired...
A)Slam the snooze button, you're beat. 10 more minutes won't hurt, right? B)Get up and get ready. You've got a bus to catch after all. C)Get rid of that piercing beeping and go back to bed. Forget school. Z) Create your own.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 11, 2009 21:56:41 GMT -6
A
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Post by praetorian on May 11, 2009 21:59:26 GMT -6
A. Let's start off leisurely. And lazily.
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Post by Roger Stone on May 11, 2009 22:09:05 GMT -6
Looking up groggily, you slam the snooze button and drift into the place between waking and slumber. All to soon the alarm goes off again, and you drag yourself out of bed. As you pull on one leg of your pants, you hear a sound that heralds bad news: the guttural rumbling of a bus. A quick glance out your window confirms the yellow vehicle is passing you by.
"Shit! The fat bitch ran early!" You leap out of your chair, pulling on your pants and shirt as you run. Going down the stairs in bounds, you land at the bottom, scoop up your pack and run out the door. Jogging to the end of the driveway, you pass your car: a white 2000 Mustang. Stick shift, natch. This makes you pause.
I've got my license. Hell, it's in my back pocket. The only reason I don't drive up there is the stupid school has this assigned parking space shit...
A) You know the bus's route; you could just jog down ahead of it and catch it there. B) Hop in your car and just drive to school. They probably never check if everyone's in their own spot anyways.... C)Go beg Mom for a ride. D)Forget school; who needs it. Z)CYO
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 11, 2009 22:15:21 GMT -6
A again, please don't let this derail like the last cyoa. *Crosses fingers*
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Post by andaeeee on May 12, 2009 9:18:22 GMT -6
C please
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Post by Veta on May 12, 2009 17:28:32 GMT -6
A.
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Post by slayer22 on May 12, 2009 17:33:22 GMT -6
A
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Post by Roger Stone on May 12, 2009 20:42:43 GMT -6
(OoC: Hey, it derailed when they decided to go killing nice old ladies. Not my fault. Then they had to go and die. What was I to do? Anyways:) You adjust the straps on your backpack tighter and begin to jog down the road. After a solid five minutes and a few turns you spot the bus sliding through the intersection ahead. Pushing yourself a bit harder, you speed up into a sprint. You wave your arms over your head, trying to catch the driver's attention. "Hey! HEEEY!!!!" The bus slows, and the flashing STOP sign swings out. With a huff and a wheeze you pull yourself up to the door as it swings open. You hop inside (barely noticing the driver's upper arm is wrapped in gauze) and drag yourself to your seat: #15, feeling both exuberant and drained at the same time. You habitually reach into your pocket for your iPod, but come out with air. Fuck. Must've forgot to grab it in my rush out the door. Didn't get my cell either.... I can already see this is going to be a wonderful day....So you sit in silence for the rest of the ride, half dozing and half trying to tune out the whooping gang of tards behind you. Finally, your bus rumbles up to the freshman campus. The clueless fish pile off, and the bus begins to roll again. A few all-too-brief moments later and you arrive at school. === The first halve of the day goes by in a vague blur. You faintly remember doing some Russian architecture shit in art and then laughing your way through english with your friends. SSDD.... Same stupid Shit Different fuckin' Day....You currently sit at the front of your physics class, Ms. Curry at the board droning on about wavelengths or something. The monotone monologue dulls your mind, begging for sleep. A) Force yourself awake and pay sharp attention to the teacher; you need to pass this class. B) Chat up a neighbor. Ms. Curry's pretty cool, and you've got to stay awake somehow. C) Fall asleep. It's always worked for you in the past... Z) CYOA (Yea, this seems a pretty trivial choice, but believe me, each has it's implications...)
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Post by Veta on May 12, 2009 21:15:30 GMT -6
B.
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Post by slayer22 on May 12, 2009 21:19:20 GMT -6
B
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Post by andaeeee on May 13, 2009 9:36:38 GMT -6
B
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Post by Roger Stone on May 13, 2009 18:47:10 GMT -6
You turn to the girl sitting a few feet away. A cheerleader prom queen if there ever was one, she is staring into a hand mirror, adjusting her make-up or something. Hell, you're not sure. They're not really your crowd. But hey, it's either her the weird chick behind you.
You make a loudish yawn and say "Geez this is boring, eh Lauren?" The question is clearly aimed at her, but she doesn't seem to notice. "Like pullin teeth..." You try again weakly. She glances at you, annoyed, then returns to her priming.
"Don't bother, man. She's just got a stick so far up her ass it's cut off 'er hearing." The guy from behind her quips then laughs, his fat gut quaking inside the desk. Randy, grade-A frat boy material. You see Lauren roll her eyes and pretend the two of you arn't there. Randy continues laughing. You give up on conversation and look out the window into the hall, getting lost in daydreams.
A while later, you're sharply yanked out of your thoughts by a yell outside. Not even a yell. More of a scream. Before you can decide what kind of noise it was exactly, a blur shoots in front of the small window, followed by a faster one. Then a 'THWACK' and scuffling, followed by more screaming. Then, silence.
Ms. Curry had stopped her speech, and looks out the door, mouth agape. "What in the...." She waddles over to the door and steps into the hall., out of view. You hear a guttural growl and the teacher screams, before being cut short.
The class is talking quietly among themselves, most with worried faces. One of the guys, however, gets up and starts his way over towards the door, clearly wanting to find out just what happened. He struts over in his lettermen jacket, the name "Bates" proudly stamped on the back. You spy the football emblem on his shoulder as he passes by. He reaches the threshold, looking out. His mouth drops, and his eyes go wide. He takes a step back, right into the teacher's chair, and tumbles. Something darts through the door and leaps on him immediately. Then the screaming starts.
A) Pry the kid off Bates, something's clearly wrong. B) Let the man fight his own battles, he is a football player after all, but be ready to jump in if something goes wrong. C) Run out the door while it's distracted. You need to go for help. D) Sit back and watch. You always did enjoy a good fight. Hell, you bet that Randy kid even be up for a bet. Z) CYOA.
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Post by slayer22 on May 13, 2009 18:52:16 GMT -6
A
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Post by Veta on May 13, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -6
A.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 13, 2009 20:22:31 GMT -6
B, this MC is only in high school so I'm not sure how strong he is yet.
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Post by Veta on May 13, 2009 20:29:15 GMT -6
Hey, even if he's not that strong, he could always be the bait. And I doubt he would be a jerk after you save him. Probably.
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Post by andaeeee on May 14, 2009 9:28:21 GMT -6
A plox
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Post by Roger Stone on May 14, 2009 17:36:33 GMT -6
You quickly get out of your seat and half walk half jog over to the wrestling pair. Latching on to the other kid's shoulder's you heave backwards. The smell of something horrid enters your nose, but you ignore it, focused on getting the two separated. Bates, finally seeing you trying to help, shoves his attacker away. Between the two of you, you manage to yank the assailant off his death grip on the jock. You and the kid stumble back, him almost making you fall, as though he had no coordination. "Jesus, man calm dow-" The- you see it's face now- thing whirls around and lunges its head at you, mouth agape. The last thing you see before he bites into your neck is that his looks ripped open, blood down his shirt. Before you're able to consider what this means, all thought is blocked out by the pain radiating from your collarbone. You're faintly aware of the two of you toppling backwards to the ground. You beat at him with your fists, but to little affect. One thought comes clear through the red curtain of agony: Oh Christ.... I'm going to die....=========== John Bates picks himself off the ground, looking in horror at the monster on top of the kid that saved him. Taking two long strides, he lands a kick into the thing's side, sending it sprawling back out the door, bumping into the other one ea- crouched over Ms. Curry. Not that. It's just crouched... Examining it's kill....John extends his hand to the fallen kid. =========== All at once, the pain subsides some. The thing's gnawing had stopped. Your hands fly to your wound, and you open your eyes. Bates is standing over you, hand extended. "Come on, Bro." You reach up with one bloody hand and take his. He hauls you to your feet and pats you on the back. "Thanks, man. You alright?" I'm bleeding from my neck. What the fuck do you think?"Uh... Yea, I guess.." "Good." Several things then happen at once. Bates steps to the door and pulls it shut, locking it with a click. Meanwhile, the rest of the class breaks free it's frozen state and rushes to the door or window, trying to get a look at whatever that was. You try to stumble back to the back, towards the medical kit, weaving your way though the stampede. Somehow, you make it, light-headed but un-trampled. You pull open the door, looking inside. Before you can figure out the difference between disinfectant and acid-neutralizer, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder, sighing before speaking in a bored monotone. "...Turn around and move your hand. Lemme have a look..." You turn and find the weird chick that sat behind you looking at you with an uninterested expression. "Well?" You cautiously remove your left hand from it's resting place on your wound. It comes away bright red with blood. Oh god... That's my blood . As the realization hits, you begin to feel even more light-headed. "Ah, as I thought. You're lucky, it looks like it missed any major arteries or vei-... Hey, you ok?" You give into the wooziness that overtakes you and pass out. ========== Some amount of time later, you wake back up, head resting on something soft. What had happened comes back slowly, but once it does, your hand flies to your wound instinctively. You feel the rough texture of gauze instead of the expected (and likely over-exaggerated) squishy feel of torn flesh. Someone had bandaged you up while you were out. You sit up, finding yourself pretty much where you fell. Looking back, you see your head was laid on a wadded hoodie that is clearly far to small for you. You thoughtlessly pick it up as you stand, looking around. It seems every desk and chair in the class was barricaded in front of the door and window. You hear impossibly loud moaning from behind them. The class, on the other hand, has spread itself out inside the room, everyone in little groups. Most sit in complete silence, broken only by the hushed whisper or bout of crying. What the hell is going on? It was just some... Physco. With his neck torn open. Biting... me... Oh fuck.You've seen your share of zombie flicks, but the answer you're coming to just isn't possible. Zombies? In real life? No... Right?... You push the thoughts away and try to concentrate on what to do now. A)Seek out Bates, you need answers, and you'd be he was the one to take charge while you were out. B)Find the chick. It's obvious she fixed you up, and you'd bet this is her jacket. You don't even know her name; the least you can do is a thank you. C)Check out the barricade, you need to see these 'zombies' yourself. D)Try the phone in the corner of the room. You've got to get help. Z) CYOA (Hey Boys and Girls! It's Picture time! John Bates: www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/O/one_tree_hill/images/main_400x260.jpgWeird chick: 3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwY053UGqBA/SW8GtlUDnNI/AAAAAAAABFw/mnbTdnIMXOQ/s400/IMG_0203.JPGJust ask if you want any more....) (Oh, and btw, you should all listen to T a little more....)
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Post by praetorian on May 14, 2009 17:46:46 GMT -6
B for meh.
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Post by slayer22 on May 14, 2009 19:14:10 GMT -6
B
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Post by Veta on May 14, 2009 19:38:27 GMT -6
B. And Roggy, what were the implications of the choices from two updates before? The one where everyone chose to chay up a neighbor?
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Post by Roger Stone on May 14, 2009 20:01:00 GMT -6
If you had been paying attention, you would have got up to follow her to the door, and then have the reflexes to slam the door shut when she gets attacked or go out and try to help.
If you had been sleeping, well, then you'd wake up with a zombie on your shoulder. Kinda like what happened anyways, but Bates would be dead.
I'll update later... The mood to write has left me. Thanks alot for taking your sweet time voting V and Cogs. Tomorrow for sure though.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 14, 2009 22:09:28 GMT -6
B. Also, let's try and find the prom queen. I'm determined to get this guy laid by her since I suffered a similar situation a year ago.
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Post by andaeeee on May 15, 2009 9:31:30 GMT -6
B for meh
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Post by Roger Stone on May 15, 2009 18:56:41 GMT -6
With a quick scan of the room, you see her seated by the far wall. Making your way through the crowd, (barely noticing Lauren in an uncomfortable Bates' arms, crying softly or Randy in his desk, munching on some chips he pulled from nowhere.) you reach her and pause. She's sitting with her back against the wall, legs tucked in. She has another long-sleeve hoodie, this one a maroon shade. Her head is leaned back and her eyes closed. If it wern't for the subtle movements of her breathing, you'd think she was dead. She looks, well, at peace.
Before you can quite figure out what to say, she solves that problem for you.
"So you're awake, huh?" Her basic bored tone remains, making it more statement than question. The unformed words in your throat lock up, instantly forgotten in favor of the new ones:
"How did y-"
"Know it was you?" Her eyes remain closed, her breathing still slow and steady. "It would make sense, wouldn't it? Who else would it be."
"Yea guess so..." You can understand why no one else would try to talk with her. You took it for bored before, but now you realize the exact phrase to describe it: She radiates distance. As though she wasn't really here. Just some passive observer of someone else's life. You ponder on this a moment, letting the silence stretch.
"So, what you bother me for?"
"Well, you're the one that bandaged me up right?"
"..."
"I'll take that as a yes... Well thanks." She gives the slightest of nods, so much so that you're unsure it was a reply or a natural movement. "You know, I never caught your name."
She stays quiet a moment, as though weighing the consequences. Apparently, your side won out, because she answers, eyes flashing open and locking on you.
What a piercing shade of blue... The though comes unbidden.
"Cynthia. Cynthia Patterson." She then resumes her former pose. You could swear you see a ghost of a smile on her lips, but you're not quite sure.
"Steve Geller. Nice to meet you." You stick out your hand, which she slowly takes and gives a couple of pumps before letting go. Something strikes you as odd, but you push the thoughts aside.
"Uh-huh, sure." You lean against the wall, looking across the crowd, groping for something to say.
"Oh! Right! Is this your jacket?" You toss the wadded jacket into her lap. She takes a glance at it, then says
"Yea, that it is. You kinda bled all over it." She unfurls the hoodie, revealing several dark red splotches. "You did bang yourself up pretty well on the way down." She tosses it back at you and leans back against the wall again. This time you're positive: she's got a smirk. You laugh, and chuck the cloth into the trashcan.
"Tell you what, we get out of here, and I'll buy you the most expensive one you can find... Ha ha..." Her smirk widens into a faint grin.
"Careful, I might hold you to it." She says, opening one eye slyly. You chuckle and let the silence stretch out. More of a comfortable one this time.
"You hear that?" She says after a while. You focus your hearing, but here nothing but what the other kids were making.
"No, nothing."
"Exactly." It hits you: the moaning outside had died down before finally letting off.
"I don't like this. It doesn't feel right," she states, echoing exactly your thoughts.
A) Move towards the barricade and check it out for faults or weaknesses. If nothing can get in, nothing can hurt you. B) Alert a few of the other more muscular guys and go check out the hallway. You've got to get out of here. C) Stick next to Cynthia, it's probably nothing. D) Spread the word, let the others deal with it. Z) CYOA
Alright, there's your update.
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Post by Veta on May 15, 2009 19:04:52 GMT -6
B.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on May 15, 2009 19:05:43 GMT -6
A. I'm going to focus more on the group than the chick just yet. If anybody picks B, I hope you enjoy being mentally challenged.
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Post by slayer22 on May 15, 2009 19:10:11 GMT -6
A.
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Post by Veta on May 15, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -6
Someone forgot who got infected.
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