Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 19, 2010 22:34:33 GMT -5
"Hehehe... Tara gettin' raped," Roy sing-song'd this all the way to her, slashing the crap out of every other infected that got in his way. He danced around her for a while, merely laughing at the fact that the uncoordinated teen was stuck under the girth of the mutated hillbilly in the Missionary position. Of course he kept the infected off her, but he didn't let her up just yet... not till he'd had a decent amount of fun with it...
"So Tara, you always been into the big boys?" The string of jokes just escaped his mouth as he hacked and slashed up zombies. "Are overalls really a turnon?" his heavily booted foot finally kicked the girth of the charger away, and he offered her a hand up. "Maybe I should get me some of those..." He scanned for more infected, seeing only the scattered remnants of the origional horde. Keith had just muttered something about 'Dave' and shot six zombies with eight shots, and seemed to think he was still shooting. Was he... defending his boyfriend? "Hey Tara... Keith is mumbling sometyhing about Dave and tryin to shoot zombies... He seem a bit... fruity to you?"
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 19, 2010 22:59:05 GMT -5
Tara immediately stopped flailing when she heard Roy's words, a vein popping out on her forehead. She ground her teeth together for a moment, fists clenching in a show of her anger. "JUST GET IT OFF ME!!!" she finally muffle-shouted. Tara could hear him nearby because of his footsteps, as well as the sound of infected being butchered and flopping to the floor. She grimaced as she felt some blood soak into her jeans and brush against her hand, limbs twitching in response.
And then came the jokes. To say Tara was getting steamed would be a major understatement; she was plotting Roy's murder as he spoke. Oh, she knew just what to use on that big mouth of his. "NO!! NO!!" she muffle-shouted in answer to his questions. When Tara was finally free from her prison, she sucked in a few deep gulps of fresh, non-stinking oxygen.
Still a bit dazed from it all, she accepted the offered hand and got to her feet. Realizing that her hand was wet, and remembering the blood, she quickly wiped it off on Roy's shirt. "Gross, man... hm? Keith? Well, psh, Hell if I know. I only just met hiIIIIM!" Tara, in her usual clumsiness, had slid on the blood soaking the floor with a yelp. Desperate to stay on her feet, she grabbed Roy's arm for leverage... only to pull him down with her.
Okay, that's it, she'd had three too many men on top of her tonight- and all in less than an hour! God! Not to mention Tara still had her vengeance to enact on Roy; this just gave her a better excuse. "Oh, that's it!! No more Miss Nice Tara! As if the jokes weren't bad enough, now you're tryin' it too?! TAKE THIS!!" Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a slightly dented frying pan and promptly slammed it against the side of Roy's head. She then proceeded to beat all parts of his body with it, avoiding the vital areas.
She didn't want to kill him. She just wanted to hurt him. Very, very badly.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 19, 2010 23:09:26 GMT -5
Amidst the mayhem and chaos, Moro was steadily holding her own, backed against a standing section of wall and keeping the horde off of her through precise angles of her shottie and the butt of the gun. She had kept mostly silent, her jaw locked and jade eyes flickering across the bloodied figures she faced.
There was a sudden shriek, and ice fled the length of the woman's spine. Despite herself, Moro turned partially toward her right and spotted, not fifteen yards from where she fought, a hooded figure crawling toward her in an eerily inhuman fashion. It had long, skeletal fingers and a rasping growl; from beneath its hood, a crimson spatter dripped from its shadowed mouth.
Automatically, Moro raised the rifle to her shoulder, taking aim at the approaching infected. Steadying it against her shoulder, she sucked in a breath, and pulled the trigger.
And was met by a faint *click*.
There was the briefest of instant's where the young woman felt a fear like she'd never known. She saw it crouch, the palms of its hands inches from her face, and then it had her.
"Shi- aaaaaah!" releasing the useless rifle, Moro had moved her hands in front of her face in a vain attempt to protect herself; long nails shredded the arms of her jacket, tearing into her flesh. The woman's face was flecked with droplets of blood; but no matter how she writhed, how she shrieked, the monster continued to blindly tear at her, ripping down her shoulders and across her collarbone. Moro's vision flickered; hazy lines drew over the scene.
I'm dead. For the first time, she was admitting defeat. If not dead, infected....
She'd never been bitten; Moro had no way of knowing if she was one of the immune.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 20, 2010 17:19:14 GMT -5
Mason ignored the fact that he was called "Dave", or the fact that Keith managed to shoot most, if not all, the infected surrounding him and was still trying to shoot. On an empty clip. Either he was a better shot like this, or he had really been hit hard.
Regardless, Mason still needed to get his shotgun back. He stopped, however, when he heard another Hunter nearby. Tensing himself for the inevitable blow, he gave a start when he realized....
It wasn't on him. It was on Moro instead, and she was bleeding enough to donate it all to a dying man. However, he didn't have his shotgun, and......
Oh well. Now was a time for action, not for thinking things through. With a shout, he threw himself at the frenzied Hunter, knocking it of Moro with a startled shreik. It righted itself, growling at Mason, which he returned with a right hook to the head. Not giving it a chance to recover, he beat it over, and over, and over, and over, it's blood flying from it's face as Mason threw punch after punch. It finally moaned and toppeled over, either dead or in a daze. Just to be sure, he brought his foot down on it's head, hearing a loud crack coming from it.
Content that it was dead, he also wasn't sure how much of the blood on him was infected or his. He did feel a bit dizzy, but a medkit could fix the problem quick. Moro, though......
He strode over to Moro, giving her a quick shake on the shoulder. "Dumb question, but how'do ya feel? You gonna make it, or am I gonna have to carry your bleeding ass outta here too?" He thought that a little humor was in place here. They had all just survived a Horde, and a Tank with it, no less.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 21, 2010 22:18:09 GMT -5
After the furious battle that had broken out ended, Kameko stood panting heavily. Blood oozed out the scratches made by the onslaught of infected that had surrounded her to where she couldn’t barge past and help the others. She didn’t care about her injuries. All her focus was fixated on a certain scarf-covered survivor passed clean out on a nearby table.
She fumbled around until she gripped the first-aid kit she had found way before she happened upon the others. Limping slightly over to Keith, she started patching him up and willed the man would hopefully regain consciousness.
“Come on Keith,” Kameko whispered as she bandaged his wounds. “You gotta wake up.”
When she was done a minute later she stood back, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Two heartbeats seem to past when a low groaning noise made a big smile appear on her face. Keith had come back to earth and was sitting up groggily, hand placed against his throbbing head. Kameko rushed over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be okay,” she told him. “I got your back, just like the rest of us do.”
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 21, 2010 22:35:12 GMT -5
For a while, Keith had been re-living the only time he had gone camping, recalling all the different explosive crap the army had thrown on him. (He remembered the ground shaking a lot, but the screaming sounded awful girly to be his own.) By the time the freakin’ weird multiplier-bombs had finished exploding, he could feel his injuries aching.
“Owww...” he groaned, sitting up. He grabbed his hand with his right hand, somehow unable to feel his left. (Must’ve been that damn biological nerve-gas crap.) “Screw this, campin’ ain’t relaxin’. Don’...Don’ let me ev’ camp ‘gain, ‘kay El?”
It was then that he looked up and realized he wasn’t on a fluffy bed of white hospital sheets. He wasn’t in a hospital room where everything was a blinding white that shouldn’t exist (thank God for that part). And he wasn’t talking to Ellis.
“...Oh,” was the only thing he could think to say at first. (Partly from surprise and partly from the fact that his head hurt worse than the time he’d fallen down an open manhole just before the city had it paved over.) “You...You’er that girl...” He paused to think, pushing past the physical pain to recall which of the Teenaged Trio had rescued him. “It was...Kah-something. Kami or Carmie.” Still dazed, he pulled his hat down over his head and sighed. “Goddammit, I can’t ev’n rem’ber what the hell jus’ ‘appened.”
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 21, 2010 22:54:04 GMT -5
Kameko tilted her head to the side as Keith was talking to her, but he wasn’t exactly talking to her. She remembered hearing him say something along the lines of ‘camping’ and ‘El.’ Her heart swelled in sympathy as she guessed he must be remembering something he and his best friend–what was his name? Ellis?–did before the infection started.
“My name is Kameko,” the black-haired girl introduced herself again. She smiled at him. “But you can call me Kami if you want.” She inspected him closely before a slight pout made its way onto her features. “I wish I could look at that head of yours but that scarf and hat are in the way.”
Keith just stared at her while she talked and she suppressed a sigh. Had the survivor even heard anything she had just told him?
“I couldn’t really see what happened to you,” Kameko continued. “All I know is that when all the zombies died I saw you unconscious on this table. When you woke up you…” She trailed off wondering if she should mention his friend. “You said something about someone named El.”
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 22, 2010 17:15:15 GMT -5
“M’kay,” Keith said with a nod that hurt way more than it should have. “Yer Kami, then.” (He chose the name because it was shorter and he’d forgotten her full name already.) At the mention of his hat and scarf (and possibly serious head trauma), Keith reached up and curiously patted the part of his head that stung most. It hurt like high hell, but he couldn’t feel and blood seeping through yet.
Unsatisfied with that answer, he adjusted the hat enough so he could see again before reaching under and checking for blood. Even without seeing itself, he could tell the diagnosis wasn’t pretty. He could just feel how wet his hair was, and he knew it wasn’t from water. When he removed his hand a took a look, it was covered with slick, red blood.
“Uhm...” he mumbled, closing his eyes and considering his options. “I don’ think i’s too bad. Iffi’ bleeds through th’ hat, I’ll worry.” Anticipating a motherly scolding (he got that sort of impression from her), Keith gave a dismissive wave (which probably wasn’t as effective considering he used the hand still covered in blood). “M’ fine. I been through worser.”
He listened to her explanation as carefully as his pulsing headache would let him. He managed to pick up that there were zombies and she hadn’t seen much besides. His reply was simply a shrug; since he probably didn’t get knocked unconscious into such a nice laying-down position on an unbroken table, someone had to know what had happened. It’d just be a quick matter of Q&A-ing his teammates.
However, he caught her mention of ‘El’ quite easily. “Oh, tha’s Ellis!” he explained, eyes beaming from under his hat. “I...If y’ see ‘im or Dave, lemme know. Dunno why they’d be in...” He paused, momentarily forgetting his location. “...in....this...state or some’in’, bu’ they coul’ be. Jus’ tell me.”
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 22, 2010 19:47:05 GMT -5
"You goin' on about your boyfriend again Keith? You know you talk in your sleep? Dave or somethin', right?" Though he'd been mumbling about boys and might be gay, he still deserved a hearty slap on the back for living through that shit. The litle asian girl (Kameko from what he'd heard) had somehow avoided him before... or was that the frying-pan to the head kicking in?
"How're you feeling? That tank knocked your ass out faster then a steroid syringe at Barry Bonds' house." Laughing at his own joke, he looked the little Asian girl up and down once.
"And how're you miss? Either I'm suffering from head trauma, or you were hiding when I showed up with my uuh... entourage here." he laughed, and rubbed the slight welt on his head...
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 22, 2010 20:00:03 GMT -5
"Tch. Serves you right if you got head trauma. Going on like you were... you're lucky I didn't stomp on your peanuts," Tara stated as she slipped the slightly bloody frying pan back into her satchel. She glared at Roy for a moment longer, then turned and started searching the ground for her pistol. It didn't take her long to find the gun, and she quickly slipped it into her satchel as well. Tara walked back over to the small group, crossing her arms over her chest and grimacing as the wet cloth squished together.
"Hey, sorry about my gun hitting you on the head, Keith. Blame that damn Charger. You sure you're okay? We should probably find a safehouse to rest and heal up... especially you."
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 22, 2010 21:04:54 GMT -5
Turning to the person who addressed her, Kameko tilted her head to the side as she observed the newcomer. It was a black-haired and green-eyed man who looked to be in his early twenties. She smiled a toothy smile at him.
“I’m fine what about you?” Giving a short laugh she added, “And no I wasn’t trying to hide from you. Those damned zombies just had me surrounded.”
Kameko looked over at Tara who stood with her arms crossed before looking back over at Keith.
“I agree with Tara guys,” she spoke loudly for them to hear. “We need to get to a safe house and fast. I don’t think Keith’ll be able to handle another horde if one decides to show up.” With a grunt she added, “Maybe there he’ll let me look at that head of his!”
Without letting Keith have a chance to protest she directed a question over to Mason.
“Hey, uh, Mason?” Kameko began. “Do you still have my iPod? Can I have it now? My iPod is, like, my life and I don’t know what I would do without it.” She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Don’t ask how I still manage to charge it even though it’s a zombie apocalypse.”
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 22, 2010 21:26:42 GMT -5
Keith pulled himself together enough to participate in this conversation. The first thing he did was give Roy a questioning stare. He showed no response besides however, having only barely caught what the man had said.
Instead, he turned over to Tara, the one girl whom he immediately recognized. “Oh, you!” he drawled. “Yer...You’er th’ girl tha’ tried ta kill me!” He grinned, though no one could see it under the scarf. “I fergive ya. S’long as you ain’t one’a th’m Seda folks.” He narrowed his eyes at the wall behind her, recalling an adventure that hadn’t actually occurred, but which he’d be sure to tell Ellis and Dave about.
Changing focus quicker than someone on adrenaline, he turned his glare to Kami. “Wha’s with you an’ my damn head?” he asked, less menacingly and more drunkenly. “I ain’t hidin’ nuttin’ cool or nuttin’.”
Then, having decided to show his teammates that they didn’t need to all surround him for a little head trauma, Keith pushed himself into a sitting position and swung his legs over the table. With a twinkle of determination, he hopped onto the floor and left the rest to his feet. And his feet succeeded: he managed to keep himself from falling over. “S...See?” he said, obviously proud. “I c’n...” He took one shaky step forward then, inspired by this motion, continued making his way slowly towards the door, waving his arms out at his sides to keep his balance. “M’ good!”
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 22, 2010 21:38:25 GMT -5
"C'mon buddy, let's get goin'..." Without waiting for any kind of concent, he put an arm around Keith's shoulder, wrapping the other man's arm around his own. He half dragged him toward an escalator, back toward the Sports Authority he'd gained entry through earlier.
After clearing every zombie in the local area, he thought it safe enough to drop Keith on a step. "We gotta get some sort of look at you. You were freakin unconcious mimblin about Dave or some crap. If you're fucked up enough to go gay, we need to look at your head. I've heard head trauma can inspire homosexual feelings... Anyone know where a med-Kit might be?"
"Kami, you wanna get his hat, I'll hold him down." Only half laughing, he grabbed Keith at the shoulders and held down his arms.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 22, 2010 21:47:59 GMT -5
Kameko grinned evilly as she literally pounced onto Keith. The man gave a shout of surprise as she snatched the hat off his head and waved it teasingly in front of his face.
“I finally got your hat off~!” she sing-songed before turning to look at Roy. “I got that head wound. Consider me either as the mother of this group or your friend that will be by your side through thick and thin!”
She then heard Roy’s latest comment and tilted her head to the side.
“You really think Keith has homosexual feelings for Ellis and Dave?” she questioned. “I think he’s just worried about his friends. I know I would be.” She then pointed at him in confusion. "And did you just call me Kami?"
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 22, 2010 21:55:05 GMT -5
Tara winced at Keith's statement, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "Yeeeaaah... sorry about that. Though, really, only the first time was my fault! I swear! The second time it was his fault-" She paused to point dramatically at Roy. "-and the third time it was that Charger's fault, like I said!!" Sighing heavily, she shook her head and followed after the two men, helping Roy clear the store of infected with her frying pan. No sense in wasting precious ammo on a few deadbeats.
Tara only watched in mild amusement as Roy and Kameko teamed up to reveal Keith's face, which was a little gruesome to look at from so many injuries. "Oooh... Keith, you should really take care of that... it looks pretty bad," she muttered, grimacing. Slipping off her bag and purse, she dug through both for a moment before pulling out some ragtag medical supplies. "Here. There's a little gauze I saved from a medkit, half a bottle of disinfectant, and... a bottle with about three pain pills left. All I got, but it's better than nothin'."
Tara handed over the supplies and then got to work removing her hoodie, deciding to throw in her own two cents on her position in their little group. "As for me, even though I'm young, you'd probably count me as the big sister. I'll keep all of you in line like I kept my brother in line, but at the same time slaughter anything that tries to hurt you. But there's two things you'd better remember. Don't touch the bags, and leave the Witch killing to me. Got it?"
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