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Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Fitzz, are you guys in the same mall as the part I'm with? Also, I forget but do you have a particularly nasty vendetta/killing wish/anyone else in your party having either of the above for anyone in my party?

OOC: Yes we are in the same mall, and I belive that soon some of our party will be meeting with some of yours,as we should be checking the pharmacy in witch "Tom" is passed out in.

As far as a killing grudge against anyone in your group,"Tom" had been asking " Strawberry" (Tombstones friend) some questions on day 1 that Tombstone had been "uneasy" about,although "Strawberry" got vaporized before being able to reveil any real info to Tombstone,all Tombstone knows is a junkie named Tom was asking some questions.

OOC: i think FM ninja's sposed to be heading for the pharmacy, which is where we are GUO, but theyre nearish. And as far as i know, no one has a particular vendetta against us

Meh, i might be dead in a couple of hours, so its no biggy Unless the drugs somehow work

OOC: Personaly...I can't wait to see what happens when Bonzo and Patrick get together...it should be good times.

OOC - Ok then, sounds good, I think... I've roleplayed my day 3 a bit so I'm going to wait for you guys to get here before I RP again. ^^

ghosty wrote:Meh, i might be dead in a couple of hours, so its no biggy Unless the drugs somehow work

True...plus I doubt that considering the fact that zombies have probably eaten the local police force,Tombstone will be very concerend with "Tom" reporting him to the law.

Exactemondo

Still, i might -

Wait a sec, did darkvoid insinuate hitting people with a spade isnt a good fighting technique?!

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Shadow isn't a pressed-uniform "yes-sir I'll bend over backwards for you sir" kind of soldiers. He's gone rogue anyway.. and he isn't all strict and stiff about everything ('cept ladies ) and I actually saw the two getting on. But seeing as Tombstone resents soldier-boy, I'll play ball. This is going to be fun. Ah well, atleast they can agree on one thing: Patrick has got to die.. wait, everyone agrees on that.. ah well.

OOC: Look at it this way,both Tombstone and Shadow are two of the "bigger dogs" in this "pack",so a bit of growling at each other at first is natural,Tombstone basicly using Shadows obvious military connections as a simple bantering point...not really resentment.
I also see them eventauly "geting along" (if we live that long) ...but atm..they are "sizeing each other up"...if you get me.

Ah, right. Didn't realize he'd established himself that much.. maybe it's the shotgun..

ghosty wrote:Wait a sec, did darkvoid insinuate hitting people with a spade isnt a good fighting technique?!

Less of a good technique and more of a desperate-ohshit-I-don't-have-a-gun technique. Still, it is a highly amusing concept and equally destructive passtime for the recipient for me to be happy

+1 to spades!

Art..is a blunt garden tool!

"Ma'am, we gotta be quick" Ashton said as they ran down the mall

"yeah, right" she replied "how the hell did we get here anyway"

"well, we were driving along when that lunatic shot a grenade into the car, you jumped and knocked yourself out but I was caught in the explosion.I managed to catch the looney and tombstone found you, after that we made a runner for the mall only to be picked up by that other dude who brought us up the car park, then the helicopter came and the looney blew it up and thats when you stumbled out the car" Ashton speeled off

they jogged down some more of the mall Jennifer taking in all that had happened. they found the pharmacy, its door open, they stopped and looked in. Not seeing anybody inside they stepped in. Ashtons pistol in his unbroken left hand; Jennifer shouldering her rifle. There was a body lying on the floor and a large man sitting facing away from them, a pair of chainsaws sitting next to him.

"Oy, Donkey-cave, you alive" Jennifer called not taking her aim off his head

Bonzo didn't respond but his hand reached for the chainsaws, Jennifer shoot at his hand, aiming to miss.

"Oh, I'm very alive" he giggled jumping to his feet.the man seemed to be wearing clown makeup but looked like a bum. "but THIS one, i'm not so sure about"

he picked up one of the chainsaws and revved it. Little bits of flesh came spurting out and slapped against the shelves

"try and do anything to him, however and that could be you" he said, indikcating the flesh

"well then, we'll just get what we need and go, follow us if you want"

The pair left bonzo standing their, spinning his chainsaw round on his fingers, the headed over to the painkillers and scooped half the shelve into the bag they had. Heading over to the counter to get the chocolate they heard gunshots. Ashton looked out the door and saw nothing, quickly grabbing the bottles of water out the fridge they ran out the store. yelling to the "clown"

"come if you want, we're not staying long"

they ran back the way they came, ashton holdig his pisotl in his right hand while he pulled out the magazine to check how many bullets he had left while jennifer opened the zip inbetween the straps of her rucksack, reveling the handle of her Kantana.

they passed the ruined remains of a gunshop, and they stopped, Ashton needed more than a pistol to survive, they jumped through what used to be the window and looked around, there were bodys everywhere. jennifer grabbed a p90 off the wall and told ashton to sit down,

"Hold still, this might hurt" she said, she cut through the duct tape bandages with a knife on the counter she told him to grip the gun and wrapped it to his arm with more tape
"grab all the ammo you can carry, you'll need it. Ashton started filling his pockets with bullets, emptying them straight from the box while jennifer grabbed a torch mount from the rack, it didn't have any batteries so she grabbed a pack from the counter. there was a couple of empty drum magizines on the shelves so she pocketed them too. They started moving again towards the source of the gunfire, but when they got there everybody was trying to barricade a door and the zombies were dead.

OOC: I asume I'm a minute behind whoever was in there all ready, If you guys are heading out now, have me fit the batteries and start loading ammo into the mags as we move, however I think everybody needs a snack break RP me telling you about Bonzo, though call him the mad clown

thats me for tonight as I am going to play a PandP RPG now

OOC: Noone's moved. We're all just..sitting..

OOC: FYI, I'd prefer everyone not refer to my character as some autistic man who fires off grenades at everything that moves. He's rather insane at this point, but he's still very intelligent.

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Patrick laughed at Tombstone. He took a loose thread off of his robe and rummaged in one of his several pockets in his robe for a spare fragmentation hand grenade.

He eventually found one, and tied one end of the thread to the pin. He tied the other end of the thread to a piece of metal sticking out of a corner of the doorway to the mall.

He put the grenade on the other side of the doorway, and made sure it was taught, and loosened the pin slightly.

Tombstone watched, arms crossed

"Good enough for you, big guy?" Patrick said

"If one of those bastards find their way up, they'll be shredded, and we'll know we're in trouble" Patrick explained

"Good enough" Tombstone said

Tom slowly opened his eyes. He felt weak, and sicker than he’d ever felt before. Which was saying something. He looked blearily around, and saw the looming shape of Bonzo.
“Hey….man. Eugh, where’s …..Keira?” he managed, before he turned over and violently threw up over the floor. It was black. He stared at the pool of dark goo with shock.

“Hey, is it ‘sposed to be that colour?!” cackled Bonzo, who was busy juggling his chainsaws.

Tom looked up at the clown, and truly wondered what was going through the man’s head. Probably something to do with a tiny motorbike. Tom threw up again.

Keira ran in, panting heavily. She looked distraught, and was shaking slightly. She peered back out of the shop entrance, then, apparently satisfied, she jogged over to Tom and pulled him away from the pool of vomit.

“Hey hun, how’re you doing?” she asked, as she pulled out of her backpack a large and nasty looking syringe.

Tom grunted, and pointed at the sick.

“Listen, we need to hide you hun, I don’t want people coming for you.”

Bonzo grinned, and stated to the room in general “A pair of gangsters came in earlier, they were part of a gang running around. They ran off at the sound of gunfire”

Keira nodded. “Yeah I happened to run into the group. They were busy barricading an entrance. A couple of real pieces of work amongst them, people who might just cap you before you get better.”

Tom was suddenly alert. “Did they see you?”

Keira bowed her head. “Yeah, some fat man with a leather jacket yelled at me. I ran.”

Tom struggled to his feet, and stumbled towards the back room, whilst Keira and Bonzo tried to look inconspicuous, in case anyone ran into them.

Anyway, since it's a bit too late for roadsigns..

IC:


Poking off the web page and pocketing his Iphone, Shadow turned to the other three indeviduals. "I suggest we move - now. We have to get to my bunker, news says that some clever people predicted that almost a million people are infected, so how many of them have turned in this city alone?"

"Well how the flying feth are we meant to know, army-boy?" Tombstone taunted.

Glaring at him, Shadow said "roughly 20k in the city."

"how d'you know that?" Tombstone asked, surprised that he'd actually been given a figure, and frightened by the result.

"Some guy estimated blah blah rate of infection blah spread takes blah amount of hours blah" Shadow replied sarcastically.

Suddenly there was an explosion from behind them, sending bits of zombie and building everywhere.

Shadow pumped his shotgun.

"Lock 'n' load, homeboys"

"So, " Said Bonzo, trying his hardest to look conspicous without giggling.... "Where we going next? Worth meeting up with that group of gangsters? Seems like they are some right.... characters"

As he said this, he was spinning his chainsaws about in the air, pulling them under at the last minute before they slammed down on the floor, grinning and suppressing his laughter each time he caught them. As he did this, blood slowly soaked his hands from the flesh still inside the chainsaws and he was slowly being covered in flecks of the stuff, all over his body.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:


Anyway, since it's a bit too late for roadsigns..

IC:


Poking off the web page and pocketing his Iphone, Shadow turned to the other three indeviduals. "I suggest we move - now. We have to get to my bunker, news says that some clever people predicted that almost a million people are infected, so how many of them have turned in this city alone?"

"Well how the flying feth are we meant to know, army-boy?" Tombstone taunted.

Glaring at him, Shadow said "roughly 20k in the city."

"how d'you know that?" Tombstone asked, surprised that he'd actually been given a figure, and frightened by the result.

"Some guy estimated blah blah rate of infection blah spread takes blah amount of hours blah" Shadow replied sarcastically.

Suddenly there was an explosion from behind them, sending bits of zombie and building everywhere.

Shadow pumped his shotgun.

"Lock 'n' load, homeboys"

I'm confused at this post.

I just set the trap, and was over by you guys. We were at the door, and we HEARD the explosion? I didn't shoot anything, and if the grenade went off, we'd all be dead.

@ Karon.

Well,let's say,for the games sake,that we had all walked to a safe enough distance from your trip wire trap.

And besides...the trap worked.

Tombstone whirled in the direction of the explosion, several zombies, who had been caught by the blast, drug themselves along the floor,over two dozen more where slowly advancing on the group.

Shadow fired his shotgun completly removing the head of the lead ghoul,he racked in another shell and fired again sending another zombie to the floor.

Tombstone glanced at the man and nodded with a wide grin.

" Well at least your a good shot soilder boy" Tombstone said " Almost makes up for your personality" the biker grined wider.

" Get fethed you spooky bastard." Shadow replied,grining himself as Tombstone dropped two zombies at once with duel fire from his twin 9mms.

" Well...if that's a offer...I'll have to think it over" Tombstone said with a laugh " I'm just a push over when it comes to soilder boys" the biker fluttered his eyelashes at Shadow who flipped the biker off and begin fireing into the zombie mob again.

Tombstone placed a round through the head of a zombie who had obviously been close when Patricks trap had gone off,the ghoul was missing an arm and fresh shrapnel scars covered its body.

The biker looked over at Patrick,who was slowly loading his grenade launcher.

" Well what are you waiting on Boom Boom?" Tombstone said with a hint of surprise "Make some art."

Patrick turned to Tombstone,an odd smile on his face " It all makes sense in the fury I create."
He fired his grenade launcher into the small horde vaporizing several zombies..." See." he spoke softly to the biker.

Tombstone nodded,not so much understanding what the man was talking about,but finding himself...for the first time..glad that fether had the fething grenade launcher.

Jennifer,Ashton and Hallon where also busy pumping rounds into the dimishing group of walking corpses,Tombstone had a good chuckle when he saw that someone had actually duct taped a gun onto Ashtons arm.

" No doubt about it" Tombstone though as he sent the brains of another zombie exiting it's skull " This has got to be the most bizzare fething day of my life."

The group continued firing.

"Hey! Harley boy."Shadow said to Tombstone " I think it's time we get the feth out of this place"

Tombstone gave a nod, "Aye Aye sir!" he replied with a evil grin...

OOC: I belive that's it for me tonight,have work early in the A.M.
Hopefully by the time I'm back on later tommorow we will be out of this god forsaken mall

Halon had been watching patrick McCrazyfeth interacting with Tombstone.

"Hey, Shadow, we need to watch that patrick guy. He's schmoozing up to the biker and I think the biker's falling for it.". Halon told Shadow as so Tombstone and Patrick could not hear it.

It wasn't that hard with grenades and guns going off everywhere.

K and Vikky just sat there, not talking. She was still holding his empty sleeve. The sounds of the gunfire and explosions in the background.

"We, should go help..." K said

An explosion flings a zombine arm to fly across, landing in the corridor. They stare at it, then each other.

"Yeah, we should probibly get going" Vikky replied, after a moment.

K picked his pistol back up off the ground and walked over into the clothes shop adjacent from the gunstore, and grabbed a black coat, and a brown coat. Vikky walked into the gun shop, and grabbed a rifle from behind the counter, and grabbed as much ammo as she could, and could fit into the brown coat when K came back. K filled a pocket with ammo for his pistol, and the rest with water bottles and musli bars.

They then walked towards where the infected were trying to get into the mall.

Patrick heard the car driver talking to the soldier, about himself and the biker through a gap in his firing of the grenade launcher. It looked like loyalties has ultimately been traced.

The firing had stopped, and everyone was busy reloading there weapons when Halon walked into a bakery shop, looking for some food.

Patrick fingered his silenced handgun, and followed him in.

He stopped at a counter inside the counter, and patrick put the gun to the back of his head.

"Listen" Patrick whispered "If you even try to TOUCH me, you'll be dust"

Patrick took the gun away, and Halon turned his head to Patrick's cocky half-smile.

"Get me a scone, will yah?" Patrick laughed

He walked back to the group, pocketing his handgun and taking out his grenade launcher and reloaded it.

Oh. Oh dear. Patricks really GOTTTA die.

ghosty wrote:Oh. Oh dear. Patricks really GOTTTA die.

I'd say "you've won!" but we haven't till that mad fether's gone.

I disagree!

In a situation where players try to attack Patrick, I'm totally making K try to stop it

..why? O_O

You're all ganging up on him

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:You're all ganging up on him

In times when safety is in numbers, does this not suggest something to you?


Oh, and if it comes down to it, you're either at the end of Shadow's barrel or behind it.

Remember any PvP is done as an event by me please; just a reminder before you all start trying to pop a cap in each other in your RP's

As soon as Patrick runs outta ammo (can't have much more left) you know you'll get plenty of PM's.

Do we even need to wait that long, just wait till he is reloading. bag over the head and tie him up.