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OOC: Nicely done Silver,I belive you captured the very essence of the story quite well...I BELIVED what I was reading...if you get my meaning.

... Now,our little beaten and battered band has the not to small job of caring for it's wounded,as Ghosty noted,Keira has a lot of work to do...unfortunatly she also has a broken jaw.

Gah, invisible posts!

Tombstone helped carry the wounded clown into Shadows "Fortress",Tombstone holding him by his feet,while Halon carried him by the shoulders.

The Clowns eyes opened,rolled in his head,and then fixed on the biker.

" Trying to hurt my friends is one big No-No" Bonzo said with a bloody smile,he wagled a dirty finger at Tombstone,he tried to say something else but Tombstone couldn't understand him.

" Shh" Tombstone said almost softly " Try not to get all fething worked up."

The biker and Halon laid Bonzo down on a couch they saw in the front room.

Shadow entered, Keria in his arms still unconcious, " I didn't want to hurt her" he said.

Tombstone nodded.

Shadow gently placed Keria on another couch.." Damnit" he said " Looks like her jaws busted".

"C'mon man" Halon said," Lets get the rest inside"

Daisy spoke up,actually for the first time since ariveing at Shadows.

" Your going to have to stop the bleeding" she said pointing at the clown.

Tombstone nodded " You know about first aid...stuff like that?" he asked the woman.

" A little" she said " I did some volunter work at Charity Hospital" She shook her head at the clown " Never did anythink like this though."

Tombstone nodded again " Help him if you can".

The biker walked outside,Shadow staring at him.

" Help him if you can??" Shadow asked in disbelife " You are aware of the fact that mother fether tried to cut you into pieces right?!!"

" Yeah" Tombstone nodded "..And ..if he trys again..I'll deal with him,but..." The biker shrugged.

Shadow shook his head " That feth is almost as bad as the other one" he said gestureing to where Patricks bullet riddled body lay.

Tombstone and Shadow walked over to Patricks corpse,Shadow kicked it again " Mother fether" he wispered.

Tombstone drew his pistol and put a round through Patricks head.

" Payback?" Shadow asked.

"Making sure he don't come back" Tombstone said reflectively " Even he dosen't deserve to be walking around like one of those things"

" Hey guys" Halon yelled " a little help here"
Halon was carrying Tom with Jennifers help into the Fortress.."Get Ashton inside." he said.

Shadow and Tombstone went to Ashton and picked him up as gently as possiable.

"He's in bad shape man"Shadow said

" Yea" Tombstone said " His arms a wreck,I don't think it can be set."

" Let's get him inside" Shadow said as the two men carried him across the yard...

Tombstone stood staring at Toms unconscious form.

He looked over at Shadow " You got anything like handcuffs around here ?" the biker asked.

" Well" Shadow smiled " there was this one girl I used to have over from time to time...she liked a bit of.."

Tombstone laughed " Just get the fething things if you got 'em"

Shadow disapeared into a side room aand returned a moment later twirling two sets of cuffs.

" Ahh"Shadow smiled "Good times"

Jennifer stared at Shadow and burst out laughing,she shook her head and went to check on Ashton.

" Let's secure him" Tombstone said pointing at Tom.

" What!!" Shadow almost yelled " Feth That man..waste him."

"No man" Tombstone said " Not yet."

" Tombstone" Shadow said " Are you crazy?" he continued " This guys been bit..he's going to be one of those things soon".

Tombstone spoke slowly " No Bro, I'm not crazy..I just..want to talk to him" the biker looked at Shadow " Lets cuff him up...when his time comes...we do what we do."

"Crazy feth" Shadow said,as he and Tombstone hauled Tom over to a large Chair and secured him with the handcuffs to the heavy wooden arms.

" Guys" Daisy said from behind them " Ya'll have to do something to help this guy" she stood pointing at Bonzo.

Boring. I expected my character to die...but go out with a bang.

Nothing was done with the blood I made a point to get at the start either.

This was a good RP, but there wasn't very much attention to detail.

Karon wrote:Boring. I expected my character to die...but go out with a bang.

Nothing was done with the blood I made a point to get at the start either.

This was a good RP, but there wasn't very much attention to detail.

Nothings been done with the blood you have in your backback yet.

Sorry you found Patricks exodus boring,I felt Silver did a good job handleing the whole affair...but of course that's just my opinion.

Non the less,Patrick made for an interesting trip to the mall.

OOC: For the record Karon...killing your character off wasn't a "personal" thing man.

It's an RP,and I think the characters acted acordingly.

A guy who's dressed like an anime character,waving around a grenade luancher and placing guns to the heads of several other characterss is BOUND to draw some "heat".

Anyway,I hope there are no "hard feelings".

Oh no, you take me all wrong.

All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Between giggling, passing out and resurfacing Bonzo had plenty of time to think about what he'd done over the past years. For a brief period he believed he'd been visited by an angel or someone, who'd asked him if his life had been worthwhile, he'd replied that it'd all been "So MuCH fUN!"

When he resurfaced again, he noticed another clown, dressed in bright clothes that made him hide his eyes in front of him. His vision focused and he realized it was that hippy girl who was, it seems, trying to help her. In a slurred voice, Bonzo just managed to get out before he blacked out again, "Thissss girl is a geniousss!"

Karon wrote:All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Your character was searched about 4 times during the RP and had nothing on him which could cause explosions, on escaping from Ashton during the Bonzo/Tombstone distraction, he ran towards the truck. However, before he could duck around Bonzo/Tombstone to get to his explosives, Shadow opened fire on him. As I said at the bottom of the RP, the whole situation is resolved in a very short time - there was no time for your character to do anything. Given the weight of replies regards Patrick I got, I felt that his end was appropriate, if not all that inspiring vis your characters desire to blow things up.

As I also said, my events also contain an element of chance, but unfortunately you didn't make it through (one of the many) "Patrick's death" events. Though you did make it through about the first 2, I think it was.

SilverMK2 wrote:

Karon wrote:All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Your character was searched about 4 times during the RP and had nothing on him which could cause explosions, on escaping from Ashton during the Bonzo/Tombstone distraction, he ran towards the truck. However, before he could duck around Bonzo/Tombstone to get to his explosives, Shadow opened fire on him. As I said at the bottom of the RP, the whole situation is resolved in a very short time - there was no time for your character to do anything. Given the weight of replies regards Patrick I got, I felt that his end was appropriate, if not all that inspiring vis your characters desire to blow things up.

As I also said, my events also contain an element of chance, but unfortunately you didn't make it through (one of the many) "Patrick's death" events. Though you did make it through about the first 2, I think it was.

I'm not arguing, Silver.

I count he was searched one time, and his backpack was took from him once (which he promptly got back). Since I had so many grenades in my backpack (confirmed by Halon saying so) I thought it was easy to recognize without me saying that that's where he kept getting his grenades from, and which he put in his robe.

I was just a bit uninspired by my characters death, something as simple as the bullet clipping a grenade in his robe and blowing up Patrick, killing/severely injuring Ashton, and severely injuring Bonzo would have at least made it a bit better than "Oh, you're dead"

I won't derail this thread anymore, apologies.

Well, yes, I agree there was less detail than I would have liked, but I don't mind because Silver is doing a great job of running this RP, and to do that event so quickly was good of him.

Karon wrote:I'm not arguing, Silver.

I count he was searched one time, and his backpack was took from him once (which he promptly got back). Since I had so many grenades in my backpack (confirmed by Halon saying so) I thought it was easy to recognize without me saying that that's where he kept getting his grenades from, and which he put in his robe.

I was just a bit uninspired by my characters death, something as simple as the bullet clipping a grenade in his robe and blowing up Patrick, killing/severely injuring Ashton, and severely injuring Bonzo would have at least made it a bit better than "Oh, you're dead"

I wasn't trying to make it out like you were arguing, sorry. I was just trying to explain why I did what I did in the event. I didn't have Patrick explode because I felt that would not happen. The way it went down now sets up quite a few shifts in the group dynamic in the metagame (based on how people answered their characters felt about one another) which I feel will make things interesting for those remaining to RP.

I'm sorry the death was a bit... uninspiring, but not everyone goes out in a blaze of glory. There were several points in the RP where I could have stepped in and killed your character in PvP, as well as in random events I could have run after some of your more... interesting RP's. Though I do appologise to everyone on the somewhat spartan nature of the event, as I was trying to get it done so I could help my wife with some work and then go to bed

I won't derail this thread anymore, apologies.

Don't worry about it, if you have issues, I would like to hear them. You can't learn if no one gives you feed back.

Vikky and K just stood there, it was as if an invisible force prevented them from witnessing what had happened.

As everyone else picked up those that were unconcious, K walked over to Patrick and knelt next to him. He was now on his back, as he had been rolled over from when they were retreving Bonzo and Tom.

"I'm... sorry..." K said, closing his eyes. He then stood up, pushing up on his chest without realising it. His hand was covered in blood, and K wiped it off on his black coat, the red blood smear taking the shape of a cloud.

K and Vikky then caught up with the rest of the group, but keeping a weary eye out for the survivors...

Argh, I forgot you were part of the group now. You should have said/PM'd and I would have added you into the event

Although to be honest, you just RP'd pretty much what I would have done for your characters in any case, I would have thought

OOC: I believe i cant post until someone notes my guys come round?

And for that matter silver, will Tom come round at all?

Had too.

! Just waiting for them to make that one official...

You can RP if you want Tom/Kiera to come round. They are your characters - just remember they are both injured when you RP

And that we're watching you..

Keira slowly cam round. Her head was pounding, and the side of her head felt raw. She pulled herself into a sitting position,and clutched her head. She tentatively touched her jaw, and drew back almost immediately. It stung like a b*tch. She reached back up again, and assessed the damage. It wasn't bad, on the most part only dislocated, but she felt a small hairline fracture along the length of the left side. Not debilitating, but it'd take along time to heal.

'First things first' she thought, 'I need to put my jaw back into place.'

She grabbed it forcefully with both hands and pushed up and inwards. The pain was redhot and every nerve in her body screamed for her to stop, but she kept pushing until

*crack*

The pain dulled, and opened her mouth experimently. It grinded a bit, and throbbed, but the pain would lessen in time. She downed a mouthful of vodka, and tried to remember what happened. A firefight? She dimly remembered gunshots being fired, and the still un-named soldier smacking her to the ground.

Bastard.

She got to her feet, and stood there for a second, trying to keep herself from falling. She was pretty shaken up, and needed to sleep. Something brushed past her leg, and she leapt back, lost balance and fell back onto the sofa. It wasn't a body as the dreaded, but a small cat. Smiling, she picked it up, and stroked it absently.

20 minute nap, that's all she needed, then she'd go treat her patients. Just 20...

Oh, so you've "found" Patrick's cat? My one's in the basement :-)

IC:

Shadow walked into his living room. She watched the woman crack her jaw back into place, then pick up some cat. He'd be fethed if he knew where that'd come from. Then he remembered: Bob. Shadow decided he'd check on his cat later, when he showed them all the bunker. Glancing back at the woman, he said, "Sorry about that."
"You son of a bitch!" she replied and took a few steps towards him.
"Look, I'm pretty sure neither of us want a repeat of what happened outside. I didn't want to hurt you, but you left me no choice."
"Shut up. Shut up!" she shouted at him. She glanced around frantically.
"Where the feth is Tom? What have you done with him!"
"Your boyfriend? He's fine. For now, atleast. He's totally out of it, and we've secured him, because it looks like he's going to be one of them soon.

Tombstone walked into the room. "Ah, you're awake."
"How fething observational!" she retorted.
"Someone's moody" Tombstone smirked.
"Hey, Tombstone, do me a favor, get the car into the garage and do whatever you want with the truck" Shadow said, throwing underarm his keys to Tombstone.
"The garage 'key' is on my key chain."
Tombstone glanced at the woman, then back at Shadow, and grunted. "Whatever, G.I. Joe" he replied, and walked away, and the unmistacable sounds of the door opening and being slammed shut were heard.
"Where the feth is Tom?" The woman queried him again, a bit calmer this time.
"Follow me."

OOC: Lets say he's in the kitchen, shall we? Seeing as this is a large, designer and commando rigged house, it's a very large, very nice, kitchen. It has a counter in the middle, and shelves and stuff all around, and a smooth tiled floor in a checkered pattern.

Halon was already in the kitchen on "guard duty" if the guy turned, he was to off him. Although the kitchen had offered a bounty of goods and Halon had begun to cook some eggs after rummaging to find a pan and eggs along with some cooking spray and other spices.

He kept glancing over at the unconcious form of Tom and then back to cooking.

"What in Sam's hell are you doing?" Shadow almost yelled as he saw Halon.

"Cooking." Halon resonded stating the obvious.

"You're supposed to be watching that guy, not pretending to be Emeril." Shadow retorted quickly.

"Hey, keep your cool. I'm looking at the guy and I'm making eggs for everyone, not just myself over here." Halon said in his best "Jersey Shore" accent.

Shadow glared at Halon.

"What?" Halon said shrugging while holding the frying pan "Hey, you have any bacon or anything here? Nothing makes a good meal like bacon or something."

Keira was still somewhat dazed, and looked at halon quizzically.

"Oh, and at least I don't go around busting little ladies in the face for fun." Halon said to Shadow, returning to the stove.

Shadow shook his head and moved towards tom with keira. Keira began looking over Tom.

Keira shook her head. Tom was in a bad way, and there was nothing she could do. Settling for hugging him, she leant over and embraced him, for several long seconds. When Keira pulled away, Tom's eyes were open. The colour seemed to have drained out of them, and they stared with a vacant expression. She slapped him hard across the cheek and he yelled out in shock.

"Dont you dare go zombie on me, or i'll, i'll not let you eat an eggs..." she knew that it was not technically a good threat, but Tom smiled.

"God forbid that'd happen. Now, about those eggs..."

Keira burst into tears.

"Whoa, honey, what's wrong?!" Tom cried, as he desperately tried to hug her. It didn't work. His struggling made her cry harder.

"This isn't right, your a human being, you dont deserve this. This is all My fault." She wailed.

Tom could see his girlfriend in distress, but he couldn't comfort her. He went for the only thing he knew.

"Hey, quit your crying, and could ya grab me some morphine, im dying for a shot."

She stared at him.

"I- uh, theres-"

Tom grinned.

"Now, you've stopped crying, listen carefully. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I went berserk and attacked more zombies than these guys have probably ever seen. It was my fault i didn't fight harder. SO stop worrying. Look, No look at me. Good, Listen, everyone here is injured in some way, you gotta look after them. Or someone might die. Ok, go be the star that you are..."

She smiled, blew her nose, and walked off towards her 'patients'.

Tom watched her go, before turning to look at Shadow.

"Hey mate. I hear you beat my girlfriend? Come here."

Shadow stayed where he was for a couple of seconds, before walking over.

"Closer, need to whisper it."

Shadow shrugged. Why not, its not like he could hurt him.

Just as Shadow leaned in, Tom whispered, each word oozing with malice

"If you ever go near her again, i'll come back and eat your bollocks. And just as a incentive, right now i could bite you. You'd be infected. But i trust you not to ever talk, no not even look at her, ever again. Or i'll eat you. Gottit?"

As Shadow leaned back, Tom smiled.

"But hey, lets hope it doesn't come to that."


Keira walked briskly over to the incumbent form of Ashton. His arm was ruined. Even in a hospital, they would be hard pressed to fix it. She took advantage of his unconsciousness, and felt the arm experimentally. It was a mess. She felt four, no, five breakages, and his hand was actually separated from the arm. It was only staying on from muscle and skin. Shard of bone were also punching through to the surface. He needed it amputated, it wouldn't heal. She quickly wrote this down on a piece of paper, and moved on.

Bonzo wasn't looking good, but the girl, Daisy was it? She'd done an ok job of stemming the bleeding. The girl stood behind waitying for the verdict.

"Errr, Daisy? Yeah, you did ok, you stopped the blood, but we really need to get the bullets OUT of him. How squeamish are you?"

Daisy looked pale, but she nodded defiantly.

"Good. Ok, grab the first aid kit from my backpack, and come back here. It might be an idea to get that Chunky Biker, and maybe....err, maybe the army guy. We'll need them to help. Ok? Go then!"

Daisy obeyed and trotted off. Keira sighed, and looked into Bonzos eyes. The clown giggled weakly.

"Hey Bonzo, this is gonna hurt alot, so umm, yeah, have the rest of this, and im sorry for the pain this'll cause."

She handed him the bottle of vodka, which the clown accepted, and swigged the whole bottle in three sips. His eyes dilated slightly.

Daisy came back followed by the ugly duo. They both seemed to be intrigued by the command, and had come.

"Ok you three listen up. Im working at the moment, so i hold no grudges. Now, the last of the morphines gone, so, were gonna do this the old fashioned way. That means you and you" she said, indicating to Tombstone and Shadow "You grab his legs and hold him firmly. No, You’re not holding hard enough. There we go. Ok. Daisy, we’re gonna go routing around for bullets, can you get me a spoon and a knife? Thanks, your a star." She smiled, and turned to Tombstone.

"Listen up Bikerboy, Bonzo will thrash. He's strong already, and iv'e seen a thin man wake up in surgery and knock down four burly men before he was restrained. So, how good are you at punching?"

Tombstone frowned.

"Look, lamp him ok? Hard. If he's out cold, we can do surgery with only minor thrashing."

Tombstone obliged, and presently Bonzo was 'sleeping'.

Daisy came back, with a sharp knife and a small spoon.

“Good work daisy, Now, we’re gonna route in this hole. Its above the third rib, so there’s a good chance it wont have gone that deep.” She slotted the spoon in, and made a gap for the knife to move into the gunshot wound. Bonzo thrashed.

And so it went on, each wound, they would alternate between holding the wound, or searching for a bullet.

Bonzo had exhausted himself, and fallen unconsciouss. As the last bullet was dislosged, and the last wound crudely sewn together, Keira left with daisy to wash their hands.

Tombstone looked at Shadow.

Shadow looked at Tombstone

“Bloody amazing” he grunted, before wandering off.

I guess we'll assume Tombstone did the parking.

Halonachos, my character actually likes yours, he would have no trouble with you and Tombstone making yourselves at home.


And Ghosty, Tom has just made himself an enemy. But I'll try and resolve things between the two with a conversation later.

Hey dark, you hit his girl, plus he's already a dead man, as theres no way the antibiotics will work. So yeah, a drug addled guy whose chained to a chair, unable to comfort someone may be prone to


RRRRRAAAAGGGGE

Bonzo had just been in bliss, before his body had been on fire, like bullets under his skin were being ripped out by tiny mice..... But it had all stopped now, he seemed to be able to think more clearly, well, clearly for Bonzo.

He tried to stand but rocked back and forth before being steadied by a multicolored blur. "Herro Meeester Blurrrr...." *Hic*. His vision going in and out of focus, he managed to recognize this as that girl they'd picked up at the base, she'd tried to help him, he remembered that much.

"THannkkssss, Your A STARR!" Bonzo said, noticing the bottle at his feet, he remembered someone giving him a drink or something, looked like he was drunk. "Ohhh well, loOKs LiKE It'S BaCk tO NorrmaLL!" He managed to slur out, in his usual manic voice before slowly sinking to the floor and dozing off again.

OOC - If anyone wants to wake me up for their RP btw, I know Kiera might then they are welcome to it, if you want to wake me permanently this is also ok, if no one does, I'll wake properly when I think I've recovered enough.

OOC: I was trying to get that he may not mind me cooking, but wouldn't want me cooking when I should've been watching Tom in case he went zombie.

Halon was almost done with the meal he had been making. He had tried to cook some cat food, but he realised it was catfood and quickly corrected himself.

He had made some nice fried eggs and managed to find some bacon and steak. He decided to cook the steak. It would take awhile, but he didn't have a grill at his disposal at them moment, only a stove.

He had heard some commotion from the exchange between Shadow and Tom, and honestly he felt bad for those two. Starcrossed lovers who wouldn't be together much longer.

"Look at that, the philosopher/fly boy is also a chef" Tombstone said while entering the kitchen.

"I do what I can" halon said while looking in the fridge for something to drink. He noticed several bottles of beer in the fridge and took them out. "Hey, Shadow, I think it's best we get rid of these so we..." Halon was cut off by Tombstone.

"Oh, no you don't," Tombstone said as he removed the bottles from Halon's grip. "if this is the apocalypse I will damn well enjoy it." he continued while taking the cap off of one of the bottles and taking a swig.

"Here kid, you want one?" Tombstone motioned towards K.

K put his hand out just a little before Tombstone yanked it back "Wait, are you under 21? Yeah you are, so you can't have this yet." Tombstone said while laughing.

Everybody was beginning to congregate towards the kitchen following the smell of cooked food.

Tombstone smiled at the kid,K, and finally handed him the beer " Here kid,I guess when the end of the world comes,the drinking age goes down to 15".

K took the beer and sipped it, " I'm a bit more than 15" he said to the biker,Tombstone stared for a moment and roared laughter.

Halon had set out all the food he had prepared and everyone ate hungrily,even Keria,despite her cracked jaw,managed to slowly eat some eggs.

Jennifer sat eating an egg and bacon sandwich,she stared at Keria evenly and spoke.." Ashtons going to die,isn't he?"

Keria reflected for a moment " I won't lie to you hun,he's in bad shape...I don't know if he'll live or die,but..I'm almost certain...we're going to have to take his arm off".

Jennifer stared at Keria "can we...you..even do that?"

Keria nodded " I've aided in several amputations,I know what to do..." She paused " Of course that was in a Hospital....not in some ...soldiers living room".

Tombstone took a large gulp of beer and turned to Keria " We Have to try...he's a dead man if we don't" The biker turned the beer up and finished it,belched softly and opened another " His arms going to get infected...and that will kill him for sure,at least if we take it off...he has a chance".

Keria stared at the biker, finally speaking " I know that" she said " ...and I'm going to need your help again"

Tombstone nodded.

Jennifer pushed her plate away,her sandwich half uneaten...her eyes glistened , she looked up at Keria." Do what you can for him.."

Daisy stood near Tombstone,her tye dyed t-shirt and shorts smeared in blood,she pulled her long dark hair back away from her face and looked over to Keria " I'm guessing you'll need me as well." she said with a tired half smile.

Keria nodded " yes hun...I'm afraid I will"

Daisy nodded "ok" she said softly.

Tombstone started for the front room,but Daisy grabbed his arm " I...want to talk to you" she said.

Tombstone nodded and she followed him into where Bonzo and Ashton lay on separate couches.

" Thank you" Daisy said starring at the biker " I'd be dead right now if you hadn't pulled me into that car...I was stupid to follow the others to that military base anyway..but..."

Tombstone made hushing motions and spoke " I did what I felt....was..right" The biker said " I've done alot of...things..that weren't so right..and"

" It really doesn't matter...does it?" Daisy said "Not...anymore".

Tombstone shrugged " I don't know"

Daisy reached up and put her arms around the bikers neck " Thank you anyway." she said and pulled him closer.

Tombstone started to speak,but the woman stopped him with a kiss.

She looked up at the biker,and smiled " Now let's try to help your friend".

Keria entered the room and gave the two a quick glance " Come on you two" she said " we need to get this done."

Tombstone shouted for Shadow " Soldier Boy!!..get in here my man..we need you again"...

Shadow appeared and followed them towards Ashton

Jennifer walked in several moments later,she looked over at the group as the took positions around the injured man " Please" Jennifer said lightly " Help him if you can."..

OOC: I think Ghosty should Rp Keria "doing the amputation",as he did a great job with "Bonzos operation".