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Tombstone,Jennifer and Ashton walked closer to where Shadow and Halon sat talking and motioned them over.

The two men looked at one another,shrugged and walked over to where the biker and the others stood,Shadow and Tombstone nodding at each other.

" So..what's up easy rider?" Shadow said to Tombstone

Tombstone shook his head, " I'll tell ya what's up G.I Joe" the biker said " Our little shopping spree here."

Halon nodded " So,I guess it's a safe bet that you all are thinking the same thing Shadow and I have been discussing."

" If ya'll have been discussing getting the feth out of Dodge,then that's a big afermitive" Tombstone said.

"Well" Halon said " We most likely can't get to the SUV..those fethers were every where ."

"We might still be able to get to it" Ashton said and shrugged.

Shadow held up a finger " I was just telling Halon about a rather large truck I noticed...it was off to the side of the mall...that way" he pointed in the direction he belived the truck would be " It didn't appear that too many of those things were near it..of course...that could have changed."..he continued " It seemed big enough to hold a good amount of supplies as well as all of us".

Ashton spoke again " Should we be worried about trying to take ...all of us".

" We'll have to see" Tombstone said " The kid..the one with one arm..where did he get off to?"

" I saw him a little while ago" Shadow said " I'm sure he'll be back".

Tombstone nodded.

" The clown and the ones with him?" Jennifer asked " Should we ask them along?"

The group was silent for a moment.

" We're just going to have to wait and see what their story is" Shadow said

Tombstone nodded.

" We should kill them" Ashton said "...We don't need another crazy hanging around us". he glared over towards Patrick,who was sitting on a bench reloading his grenade launcher...several sets of eyes followed his.

" I don't suggest simply gunning them down" Halon said " Let's at least see what there about".

" Fine" Jennifer said a bit reluctently.

" Ok then." Tombstone said " Some of us can go talk with the clown and company...the rest..start getting gak ready to roll".

The biker turned to Shadow and spoke " Fill me in on this fortress of yours"....

OOC: Guess we can start making some decisions.

Just FYI, stop saying my character is reloading his grenade launcher, LOL.

For the past few posts, everyone is saying I'm reloading my G-L after not firing it at all. Unless my grenade launcher holds upwards of 100 grenades.......

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Maybe this is time for some sort of event by Silver? Hm hm?

If not, we can discuss what happens in OOC chat in this thread.

Patrick then fired all of his grenades and reloaded, he fired them off again and reloaded, he fired them off and reloaded.

Just kidding, this really didn't happen. He was too busy reloading his grenade launcher.

halonachos wrote:Patrick then fired all of his grenades and reloaded, he fired them off again and reloaded, he fired them off and reloaded.

Just kidding, this really didn't happen. He was too busy reloading his grenade launcher.

I don't think an event is required at the moment as you are finally starting to get it together and think about leaving the mall

However, if people want one, I will provide. Just be warned that it will almost certainly leave you in a far worse position than you are at the moment

I'd enjoy that, frankly.

Co0

OOC: Still politely waiting for my event

Tom felt tired, and weak. All those drugs cant be good for him, and quite frankly, it felt as if he'd just had nails hammered into his eyes. He groaned, and clutched his head.

"Just 5 minutes sleep..."

Tom closed his eyes and nodded off, into a peaceful sleep, bereft of zombies and the ever present chance of death...

Keira paced up and down. She was restless, at the moment her lover was dying, or to be specific, changing. She had no clue what to do, and had no idea how to help him. Bonzo was standing still now, watching her carefully. He seemed to make up his mind about something, and, after putting down the chainsaws, he walked over to her, and gently patted her on the arm.

"He'll be OK." he said, in a surprising normal voice. He smiled at her. It wasn't his normal psycho grin, but a calm, and oddly comforting smile. Guess Bonzo could be normal some of the time.

"Thanks. But he wont, will he? The infection has like a 100% fatality rate. What makes you think a cocktail of medicine will save him?"

Bonzo giggled. "Well, i was just being nice! my honest opinion is that he'll die! Oh, sorry, I was joking, don't cry..." He hugged her, but she pulled away, complaining about the blood.

Bonzo cackled, and wandered back over to his saws. She sighed, and watched as a group of people began to wander over. There was a biker, a soldier in strange clothing (Shadow) and a man with a mangled arm. It needed treating...

It has still only been about 45 minutes, ghosty

nononononononono! Unless it somehow.. "leaves us in a far worse position" by removing a certain grenade-launcher reloading individual.


IC:

Everyone turned their eyes back to each other. "Well, I hadn't finished the preperations when I left, and that was.. around twelve hours ago. I have barbed wire round the front, the windows, except for one on the top - which has a gatling gun in it - boarded up with wood. The door had a couple of locks on it, but just incase I wired a shotgun trigger to the handle. My garage is empty, except for a motorbike, since my car is still over at the army base. We could try and stop off and get it, but I kinda "borrowed" that helicopter and took a detour. But damn it was a nice car.."
The others looked at him blankly.
"Anyway..." He continued, "got a trapdoor that leads to my bunker, which is underground. Has three rooms, no doors: one living area, one armory and one supply room. I've got more weapons in there than we can carry, heck, I even had a bazooka in there last time I checked."
"Right, we get the idea" Ashton said.
"Just better not let trigger-happy psycho over there get near any of that stuff" Jennifer said quietly, so that Patrick couldn't hear.
"We could just let him open the front door.." Shadow mused.

Ghosty, we're not wandering over to you, we were talking. Although I guess I just got ninja'd.. O.o I say we count my post...

Can do both, just put yours first.

That was my thought ^

baah humbug.

:/

I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

OOC: IIRC your character was already on the way to rejoin the "main group"...or am I completly wrong?

Tombstone listened as Shadow explained how he had converted his home into a " Fortress" and smiled.

Several years ago 4 of his fellow Satans Servents had done something similar when they discovered that the DEA/FBI had planned an iminent raid on a Satans headquarters, the stand off had lasted almost two weeks,resulting in over 25 law enforcement/federal agents dead and twice that wounded and only ending when the structure was set ablaze,killing the four Satans inside...and of course these zombies where not as orginized as the Feds...smarter maybe...but not as orginized.

Tombstone nodded at Shadow " Sounds like a plan soilder boy" he grined " Princess has a good point though,if Boom Boom over there gets around that much fire power....it could get bad for us...who knows if he'd be able to resist making some :art" out of the whole place."

Shadow nodded " I was thinking the same thing,I have ALOT of explosives in that house...all it would take is one misfired grenade...BOOM!..we would all be vaporized."

They all nodded.

Shadow spoke " We can worry about him later...for now,let's go check out the Clown with the chainsaws and those other people he's with."

Tombstone nodded " let's go then,but stay frosty around the clown...I get the feeling he's not the easy going type."

They headed off in the direction of the others...

Never mind.

OOC - Hang on.... Ghosty just RP'd Tombestone and the others coming to the gun shop but Tombestone RP'd him being somewhere else, where is everyone?

Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Hang on.... Ghosty just RP'd Tombestone and the others coming to the gun shop but Tombestone RP'd him being somewhere else, where is everyone?

We all just talked, and now we're heading over to Ghosty's dudes.

OOC: Right,I RP'd the conversation between "our" group and then tied it in so it would match up with Ghosty seeing us arive.

So as of now,Tombstone,Shadow,Jennifer & Ashton are roughly 20 feet away from Tom,Bonzo & Toms Girl.

Hmph. Don't we have enough to -deal- with already? -shifty eyes, wink @ FITZZ-

Nah, I think it was Shadow who suggested bringing them along anyway. It is a good idea, seeing as how if we're all together it'll make RPing a lot easier for everyone.. unless we all start ninja'ing each other a lot.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. Don't we have enough to -deal- with already? -shifty eyes, wink @ FITZZ-

Nah, I think it was Shadow who suggested bringing them along anyway. It is a good idea, seeing as how if we're all together it'll make RPing a lot easier for everyone.. unless we all start ninja'ing each other a lot.

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OOC: Agreed,though poor old Tom may be one of "Them" soon..

Someone other than myself will have to RP the "meeting & invitations" between the two groups,as I have a few errends I have to see to.

To whom ever does RP,keep in mind please that Tombstone and Jennifer are extremely wary of Bonzo,both are " at the end of their paitence" when it comes to "eccentric behavior"...I belive that may go for Ashton and Shadow as well.

*shoves another clip into place* "Sorry, you say somethin'?"

OOC: im guessing the conspirital wink, and shiffty eyes are to do with some discreet PMs. Oh, and i bet i know the topic...

Ill Write the Meet n' Greet if you'd like.

Event!

The TV's in the electoronics store were showing the local news station - Channel 27. The haggard news anchor was trying to cue up the next item with a skeleton crew of technicians. Their numbers had been dwindling since the outbreak as many went home and failed to return to work when their shifts restarted.

This is Clive with Channel 27 news - we've been on the air now for almost 2 days over which time our reporters have covered some horrific sights, things I never thought I would see happening in America - hell, things I never thought I would ever see! However, we now go live to Trent who is on station at the northern edge of town with more shocking and horrific breaking news.

[Camera cuts to Trent, looking far more disheveled and quite clearly showing the glazed eyes of someone who has gone so far beyond the realms of sanity that they have emerged on the calm waters on the other side.]

Thanks Clive. As you know if you've been following my reports, my original camera and sound man have been killed, one by someone shooting randomly out of their window, the other by one of the ghouls which have brought the city to its knees. I'm standing on top of the Mountain View Apartment Complex at the northern edge of town, with what may well be my last report. For the last half an hour hundreds of these creatures have been streaming in from the North and now they can be seen everywhere. As I speak to you now, I can hear them climbing the building below me - I've barricaded the door to the roof, but I don't know how long it will hold out against their onslaught. Over the course of the last couple of days I have talked to many survivors who have said that locked doors can only ever slow them down - never keep them out.

For the time that remains I will be trying to give account of their movements in the hope that the knowledge may help save anyone left alive.

The man stepped out of shot and the camera panned around to look over the edge of the roof. Hundreds of zombies thronged the streets and more could be seen in the street light which illuminated the highways leading out into the darkness of the countryside to the north. For the next several minutes Trent gave estimates of zombie positions and numbers. He even tried to focus in on a group of survivors attempting to flee a building. Their muzzle flashes rapidly stopped as they were caught and devoured.

Trent suddenly stopped his discourse and stepped back in front of the camera. "They've reached the roof now, I can hear them - the door won't last long! If you are watching Jane - I love you and I'm sorry we didn't get out when we could."

The sound of splintering wood came from off camera and a loud moaning sounded from several ruined throats. The camera was panned back to Trent who was standing on the edge of the roof. "For Channel 27 news, this has been Trent James reporting from the Mountain View Apartment Complex. Back to you Clive."

Trent turned and stepped off the roof into the darkness below.

The camera was knocked over and a pair of blood splattered feet came into shot. A score of zombies staggered to the edge of the roof, several of them tumbled after the news reporter. The others, their prey lost from sight randomly shuffled around the roof before the studio came back on the air.

That was Trent James. He will be missed. I am sure all our prayers go out to Jane and the rest of his family. We now cross over to our reporter at the southern edge of town joining the thousands fleeing the city...

The group of people approached cautiously, guns at the ready. From the looks of them, they really weren't in the mood for silly buggers. She glanced at Bonzo, who had revved his 'saws, and shook her head.

"Bu-"

"No wrong impressions. And don't come across all crazy. Surprisingly, its not that endearing." she snapped, and turned back to look at the approaching group.

She didn't fully expect Bonzo to do what she said, but she hoped he'd keep calm. She really didn't need any 'saw throwing at a time like this.

A heavy set man strode with arrogant confidence towards them, but from the cautious glances towards Bonzo, it became clear they were wary. Suddenly it occurred to her that they were feeling intimidated. This made Keira feel better, she wasn't at such a disposition.

"Hi...." She said, she wasn't really sure what else to say, but she made the point of taking a step forwards. She was going to be in charge of the conversation, she wasn't going to get pushed around or bullied into doing stuff she didn't want by ex army or gang members. The man stopped about a half metre from her, and stared down his nose at her. He was splattered with grime, and blood, and he had a distinct smell of whisky about him. There were also traces of white powder round the edge of his nose.

'great' she thought. 'another druggy'

There was also two more men, one of which had a shattered arm, and was cradling it, and the other was a man with some combat armour, and protective clothing. He was obviously a soldier. There was also a women, who eyed Bonzo at all times.

The man grinned, revealing stained teeth.

"Good afternoon, are you enjoying yourself?" he practically growled. "What are you doing in the mall? And more importantly, i was told their were three of you. Whores the third."

Keira struggled to reply, she hadn't expected this. Bonzo stepped in. "WeLl,we came to the maLl to see if we could get some bargains on stuff whilst stocks lasted!"

The Biker, forgetting the missing person, turned and walked over to the fat clown, but, Keira noted, he stayed just out of reach from the chainsaws.

"Yeah? you get anything good?" the man said, through clenched teeth.

The clown waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially, and giggled.

"You got red on you." Said the biker, before he turned back to Keira.

The biker spoke "Look here sweet cheeks, we got an offer for you. G.I Joke here- " he indicated to the soldier "has himself a bit of a fortress to hide in, and we was wondering if you wanted to tag along, provided you can reimburse us....some way."

He glanced over to the clown, who had gone deadly still.

Keira shrugged "I am, no I was a nurse, and i know for a fact that your friend over there's needs his arm setting properly, or there's a good chance it'll get gangrenous and fall off. So, its more of a case of who needs who. I could fix the arm up for you, but you'd have to take my baggage."

She pointed into the backroom.

"My...friend got injured, he needs medical attention, and somewhere to rest. And Bonzo here, well, he's good with people."

She watched their faces carefully at her offer. It was forward, and assertive, but at the same time, Ashton's arm was in trouble, if what she said was true.

A girl, who had a certain... look about her, like a coiled snake, spoke first.

"I don't think we really need another crazy with us, we already have enough trouble with some 'tard with a grenade launcher, and as for your 'friend', how was he injured?"

Bonzo gasped theatrically, then began to juggle the chainsaws whilst humming to himself.

Keira groaned. She had seen this coming, but she hadn't thought of an excuse.

"He...." she glanced at the saws flying through the air. "He got caught on the shoulder by a chainsaw whilst fighting with Bonzo. Im sure he'll be OK, but he lost a lot of blood. As for the clown, he's not crazy, just.... in character a lot? He has also killed more zombies than any of you, at a guess. A deadly, but effective asset. So, its your move, will you accept our offer, or will you endanger the life of your man their, and possibly the rest of you, if you get injured."

The army guy, who hadn't spoken at all yet, piped in

"Alternatively, we could cap your clowny friend, and kidnap you."

Bonzo stopped juggling, catching the 'saws deftly, before he threw one with expert precision. All those years of throwing custard pies paid off. The saw flew past the man's face by less than an inch, and embedded itself in the nearby wall, sending plaster spinning off in different directions. The man ducked, before whipping his gunup, and pointing it straight at the clowns face.

The biker smiled. "Good shot."

Apparently undeterred by the gun pointed at him, Bonzo turned and giggled.

"What do ya mean? I missed! ahahahaha!"

Keira was staring in complete shock. This wasn't going to go well...

OOC - That had me laughing rather a lot! I'll RP a bit later when there is an appropriate opportunity, I think I've been RP'd enough here with the meet n greet, unless you want me to post up my version of the event?

i dont mind

but i felt that bonzo should have a suitably dramatic part to play. He is after all the most fun character. Crazy, but not insane. He's like a big loveable dog

Im sticking with him 'till the end.

incidently, i really am gonna try and make either fitzz of darkvoid's character have a minor phobia of clowns. It would just be hilarious!

That would be rather awesome

Also, I'll post up my perspective on the meeting in the morning, also I might add a wee joke in that slots nicely but I just want to add to make up for the name joke Tombestone made earlier!