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OOC: I'll be happy to be the one with the slight phobia/aversion to clowns...I think it will make for some fun momments...(I'll fill in why Tombstone dislikes clowns in a coming post)

Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

OOC: I guess "The Kurgen" could be considered heavy set though..

OOC: So. Whut now.

No, i wasnt calling him fat, it was Bonzo, who has a large beer belly.

Heavyset was cos he's really, big, and muscled? i cant imagine him a weedy little git, and still being a complete bad ass.

And the filth, well, you have been fighting zombies, and i believe a scalp hit you in the face earlier on. Therefore, you would be a bit grimy. Especially as you dont have a change of clothes, like my characters

OCC: It's all good Ghosty...I totaly understand why he'd be filthy....and yeah,come to think of it...a scalp did hit me in the face. ...maybe I should have been "more prepared"

I believe it was Strawberry's.

I still miss him. Those few seconds of conversation will be cherished for ever...

Patrick saw that he was left out of the conversation. He had set yet another trap, this time with the one and only incendiary grenade he had. He forgot exactly how he got it, but that wasn't important.

He walked over, twirling his silenced pistol on his index finger, to the group.

He saw a chainsaw whiz past his face, about 2 feet in front of him. He didn't seem to notice.

He came over, and saw that big bad biker man was ready to shoot.

He put his pistol to the back of his head

"Hey, calm down there, mate" Patrick chuckled, removing the pistol from his cranium

"I say we leave the injured" Patrick said "They will only slow us down, and in a zombie apocalypse, carrying along dead weight isn't acceptable.

"I didn't ask you" Keira snarled with surprising savagery.
She wasn't having a good time, and the entrance of a man wearing, for all she cared, a dress, was the last thing she needed. The simple arrogance of the man made her blood boil. She forced herself to calm down, and, after a deep breath, walked over to the embedded chainsaw. She pulled it out, after considerable effort on her part. She didn't let them see the strain it took. She handed the 'saw back to Bonzo, and took up her place between the clown, who was now ready to fight, and the soldier, who was ready to fire.

"Lets not help the zombies by killing each other, OK?"

ghosty wrote:I believe it was Strawberry's.

I still miss him. Those few seconds of conversation will be cherished for ever...

OOC: Yes,it was poor Strawberry's scalp that landed on me...

I too miss the big guy...shame he had to die so soon, I'm sure his death hasn't been forgotten by his buddy Tombstone...

"Lets not help the zombies by killing each other, OK?" Keria said in a rather commanding voice.

Tombstone,who had his shotgun leveled at the clowns head, paused seconds away from squeezing the triger,he had been aware of Patrick placing a gun to his head...he wasn't in the least bit happy over that.

He spun with the devils speed,sending a powerful kick straight into Patricks face,the biker heard the sound of bone breaking as his steel toed enginer boot made contact and sent the man hurling back several feet and skidding to a stop against a nearby wall.

Ashton quickly leveled his weapon at Patricks head,eager for the kill.

Tombstone advanced quickly on Patrick,slinging his shotgun and drawning both of his 9mm pistols.

The rest of the crowd watched,tense as to what the big biker had planned,even Bonzo had stopped juggleing his saws and stood watching with a slight smile.

Images of Strawberry filled Tombstones thoughts,the Huge bouncer had been a loyal friend and trusted soilder,and this feth blew him up like he was turning off a light.

Patrick begin to stir,recovering from the kick Tombstone had delivered,the biker kicked him again harder,smashing him back against the wall.

The crowd gathered in closer.

Tombstone dropped down crouching in front of Patrick,pointing both pistols at the mans head .

" You wanna point guns at people!!" Tombstone growled " Let me show you what pointing guns is all about!!!"....

Halon had seen the commotion and ran over.

"Hey, hey!" Halon yelled while running towards the scene "What's going on?"

He saw Patrick holding his face in his hands howling as blood made its way through the finger tips and began forming miniature waterfall's over the knuckles of his hands. Tombstone pointed his weapons at the wounded Patrick.

"Wait, wait a second." Halon added while moving towards Patrick and lifted him up.

"Are you fething serious!" Tombstone yelled at Halon "You're helping that crazy feth! I'll get you when I'm done with him!"

"Just shut the hell up dude!" Halon responded angrily for the first time since he had met these people.

"Thanks dearie. Patrick managed to mumble through his blood soaked hands.

"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

Halon opened the backpack and saw a cat among a lot of grenades. The cat appeared uninjured which made Halon sigh with relief, he didn't want to open it to reveal a dead cat. Halon then showed the grenade laden backpack to Tombstone.

"You know what happens if the bullets would've went through and hit one of these? We might as well hang a sign saying barbecue and let the indead horde in." Halon said with an air of importance while he handed the backpack to Jennifer and walked back out of the store.

"Maybe we should leave his wounded arse behind, it was his idea after all." Tombstone added. "I can just be an angel of mercy who came down from heaven and relieved him of that ghastly fate." he continued resting his chin on his hands trying to be cute.

"God doesn't use his power to affect the mortal world," Halon responded without looking back at the biker and group "the devil's the one that does."

"Oh look, a regular philosopher type over here." Tombstone said jokingly "I don't give a rat's arse about heaven or god or the devil or even what you think on the matter. So shut the hell up and let me do my business." he added coldly.

"I wasn't stopping you." Halon added calmly.

"No! I want art, I need to create ART!" Patrick cried out.

FITZZ wrote:

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?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

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?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Maybe he does...

Tombstone threw another quick glance at Halon,who,weather Tombstone would admit it to himself or not, had probably just saved their colective asses.

Halon had also managed to distract Tombstone just long enough for Patrick to scramble clear of the bikers guns..or at least far enough as to not make for an easy shot.

The biker roared his frustration and kicked a bench so hard that it tore loose from it's bolts and flipped across the walkway.

He looked over at the clown,who still stood twirling his saws and smiling.

If there was one thing on earth that made the bikers skin crawl it was clowns,he wasn't exactly scared of them,but they gave him the fething willys...as a teenager Tombstone had beaten another boy half to death at a Halloween party...simply for being dressed as a clown.

Though Even Tombstone may have not truly known why he hated clowns so much was due to the numerous beating he had recieved as a child.

In the orphanage in wich he was raised (until he ran away at the age of 12),the room in wich "punishment: was handed out was painted in a garish big top motif,complete with learing,cappering clowns.

Between the ages of 3 and 12 Tombstone had been beaten mercilessly in that room countless times by the centers brutal staff.

Tombstone glared at the clown,then over to Patrick.

Ashton broke the silence " should have killed him" he wispered ,more to himself than anyone.

Tombstone turned towards Ashton,preparing to tell him just where to stuff his observations, when the thunderous crash of broken glass cuased the entire group to jump.

Somewhere in the mall,a huge plate glass window had just colapsed under the hammering fist of a hundred or more zombies.

The moans of the walking dead filling the mall like the cheering of fans at some sporting event.

" Well boys and girls" The Biker said racking a round into his shot gun " I think we just got our cue to haul ass."...

OOC: Just an FYI, stop saying my guy is howling about damn art. He only does it when he's blowing gak up.

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Patrick got up, smiling at tombstone with blood-soaked teeth.

"So, are you going to shoot me, big baddy?" Patrick said

Tombstone just stared

"Shouldn't affect you much, since your so tough, eh?" Patrick continued

"You don't know me you bastard" Tombstone responded angrily

"I already told you, I don't like to be touched" Patrick said, his ghostly gray eyes filling with an anger that was slightly unsettling

"I don't want to kill you, big guy, but if I see that finger move, we are all dead" Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

Tombstone lowered the guns, angry.

Patrick tossed a grenade to Tombstone, who caught it deftly.

"There's a show that I'll kill you last" Patrick said, starting to smile again

Patrick walked over and angrily tore his backpack away from the girls hands

"Don't touch my gak, or my cat" Patrick said, smiling

He rummaged in the backpack and took out a tissue, wiping the blood from his face. He clenched his teeth together, and once again set his nose, tears coming to his eyes.

He put two separate tissues in his nostrils to stop the bleeding.

"I'm getting tired of you, big guy, you should watch who you touch next time" Patrick said, spinning a grenade by the pin on his index finger.

"So, are we just going to beat up on me until I get tired of it and kill all of you, or are we going to cooperate and get the hell out of here?" Patrick said, a bit of annoyance in his voice

A few minutes later, everyone was discussing it, while Tombstone was on his own, inspecting his weapons. Patrick walked over to him, a smile on his face

"I see you didn't like that, huh?" Patrick said

"Don't do it again, or you'll be dead before you can pull a pin from a grenade" Tombstone said, not looking at him

"You know, I'm not as crazy as you think I am" Patrick said, putting his back on the wall next to the biker.

He offered Tombstone a joint, which he accepted. Patrick lit it for him, and Patrick lit one for himself as well

"I tell you what, guy, you'll be the last to die if I have anything to say about it" Patrick muttered

Tombstone eyed him

"I just feel like I recognize you from somewhere" Patrick continued "And, you're not a total prick like that Halon fellow"

"I'll admit, your the most useful to this ragtag band of vagabonds that we have here" Tombstone spoke "Your just too unpredictable"

Patrick chuckled

"In a world that wasn't zombie infested, I'd have to kill you" Patrick said "But in this time, your too valuable to kill"

"In both worlds, I'd rather kill you" Tombstone laughed

Patrick laughed as well, and realized that was the first actual emotion he'd seen him display besides anger

Edit: Umm, Fitzz, it seems you ninjaed my post, so we will say that what I said happened, happened BEFORE the breaking of glass, yeah?

halonachos wrote:"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

karon wrote:Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

OOC: I applaud your abilities to hide daggers and grenades up your anus.

halonachos wrote:

halonachos wrote:"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

karon wrote:Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

OOC: I applaud your abilities to hide daggers and grenades up your anus.

OOC: I didn't read anything about my robe being taken off, smartass ^.^

Bonzo was trying to stop himself from howling with laughter, the meeting had gone BriLLianTLY! He thought and he could definitely see something akin to fear on the bikers face. When he had leaned in to talk to him, Bonzo had pulled back his lips to let the full stench of his liqueur laced, rotting meat reeking breath and had said in a low and uncharacteristically menacing and controlled voice. "Yes Mr Tommy Stone?" He had allowed himself a little giggle after that one, it'd been a good joke and the biker looked even more unnerved now, almost like he was afraid of the clown....

As the meeting had gone on, Bonzo had got bored, he decided to play around with his chainsaws a bit, probably for the best though, when he had caught wind of one of the other group talking about 'capping him' he had flung the chainsaw at his head..... Unfortunately it had missed and Bonzo had gone into a sort of decline after this, listening to the meeting but feeling suitably down in the dumps that he hadn't managed to hit that damn guy in the head.

Bonzo snapped to when he heard the biker begin to lay into what looked like a woman cowering on the floor... inside this did something, he remembered, well not really but had a slight inkling, he was sure that he was supposed to remember something. He glanced at the others and when he looked at the guy in combat fatigues, his anger seemed to bubble up, he quickly looked away, Kiera had told him not to do anything too drastic and he wanted to try and keep to that, even if he was a clown.....

When the zombies crashed through, Bonzo just smiled, revved up his chainsaws and simply said "WhAT's ThE TimE mR WoLf? DINnER TiME!"

As soon as the zombies started to come again, Shadow instinctively started dishing out orders, after the crazy dude who'd flung a chainsaw at him shouted something incoherrent and senseless.
He glanced at the woman and the clown, "You two, you want your injured man to come with us? You better start hauling ass!"
Spinning round, he saw the zombies piling through the window. Shadow grabbed a fragmentation grenade from his belt, and lobbed it at the lumering crowd of undead and zombie corpses were sent flying several yards.
"Alright, biker boy, time to get the hell outta here" Shadow said to Tombstone, before running off in the direction of the window, hefting his M16 and shotgun. Shadow jumped through the window, Tombstone close behind, and they found themselves in the midst of a horde of zombies, and began to open fire.

"Stay back!" Patrick yelled at the insane, bloodlusting clown-thing with the saws

"If you go in there, you'll be obliterated by my grenades, and the bullets!" Patrick warned, taking out his grenade launcher out of the robe.

The clown ignored him, and honestly, Patrick could care less. He threw two grenades out into the flood of zombies, it looked like the bullets from his "acquaintances" guns followed the grenades like bees.

They exploded with tremendous noise and destruction, unlike the fragmentation grenades, these shot no shrapnel, they relied on pure explosive power to destroy.

He shot one more upward towards the ceiling to drop down on the zombies, dropped the launcher to the floor, and took another hand-held grenade out of his robe, and tossed it up, the two grenades fell together.

"Art......is an EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed with glee, obliterating another whole swathe of zombies.

The clown had backed off for the duration of the grenade fire, but now patrick had stopped, and he ran into the infested corpses cleaving and cutting, sawing and amputating the limbs and bodies of the zombies. He didn't get hit once by a stray bullet, it looked like most of his "allies" had enough skill not to hit him in the chaos.

Patrick chuckled

Edit: It looks like I've been ninjaed again, we'll just say what I said happened first, and then what you said happened after.

Patrick saw that the zombies weren't letting up, so he followed the military man and big bad biker out the window

Sure, works for me.

OOC: im astounded that patrick can get his face beaten to a pulp, and nose repeatedly broken, and having his gear nicked, and yet, he still finds a way to pull grenades from nowhere. As has been previously said, im amazed by your arse capacity. What next, you gonna pull an RPG from nowhere? Oh, and for the record, Tombstone hates you. Like, really badly. He kicked you in the face, and would have shot you, were it not for Halons intervention, and yet, suddenly he's sharing spliff's with you and laughing at your jokes? Makes little sense, but, i'll roll with it


IC: The fighting had begun, and people were firing into a quickly increasing tide of zombies. Keira just made out Bonzo cartwheeling off into the direction of the horde, before she ducked back into the Pharmacy, and set about trying to move Tom. He was heavy.

"C'mon, we're getting outta here, use your legs dammit!" She cried with anger. In responsive, Tom's legs started to move, and he was presently stumbling along on his own, clutching his arm. A pair of grenades went off nearby, and they almost fell over. People were fighting their way through the zombie horde, in the direction of the window. They weren't going to get through.

"Bonzo! Help please!" Tom roared, with rage. He then pulled the metal pipe from Keira's unresisting hands, and laid into the zombies. A second later, Bonzo whirled past, cutting a path towards the window. Both Keira and Tom ran through the gap, and into the outside world.

As they ran after the fleeing group, Tom said through gritted teeth

"Why the hell is there a transvestite?"

Keira smiled. "I think he, or she, likes the cool breeze between his legs. At a guess."

"When in Rome." Halon thought as he followed the group through the window. He appeared to be the last one through out of all the group. He did a quick head count; biker, crazy, girl 2, wounded guy 2, clown, commando, but where were girl 1 and wounded guy 1?

"Jennifer, Ashton, get your collective arse over here!" Halon yelled back into the window. Soon enough they showed up and went on to join the rest of the group while Halon took potshots at the mob coming towards the window.

The group had almost a circular shape as they moved forward while laying waste to the undead horde. Shadow kept directing their movements towards the pick up truck. Explosions and gunfire sang in the air, it sounded like a regular D-Day invasion or at least a reenactment where they used blanks.

The zombies towards the front were clearing, but the rear was getting a bit full of them.

but the rear was getting a bit full of them. - This, made me laugh for a long, long time, I assume we are now hauling ass back to the fortress place now?

You can walk 6-8 miles if you so wish, I shall take the truck.

Shadow broke formation, and ran towards the pickup. He kneed an obstructing zombie in the groin before blasting its head off with a burst of fire. Leaping onto the back of the vehicle, he dropped his M16 and jumped through the sunroof into the front. Argh, my balls he thought, as they collided with the gear stick. Shuffling into the drivers seat, he began to hotwire the ignition.

~~~

Halon blew another zombie away, before his pistol clicked empty. A zombie grasped at his leg, and he whacked it with the pistol before running off in the direction of the pickup. Leaping onto the back, he grabbed Shadow's discarded M16 and began to take aim.

Yes, simply ignore that my robe has explosives in it.

I clearly say that I pull the grenades and such out of my robe (pocket), and not my backpack.

Karon wrote:Yes, simply ignore that my robe has explosives in it.

I clearly say that I pull the grenades and such out of my robe (pocket), and not my backpack.

KILL! [the robe] MAIM! [the robe] BURN! [the robe]

FITZZ wrote:

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

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?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Maybe he does...

I was thinking more along these lines...

I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

Have to say,Scouts alot closer in his ideas about what Tombstone "looks" like,at least as I "see" him,except Tombstones implants are much larger...