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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 25, 2010 17:58:59 GMT -5
Moro forced a faint smile. "It will be more than a few scrapes that take me down," she said lightly to Mason; glancing at the bottle in her hand, however, she shook her head and pressed them back into Tara's grasp.
"I've got surface wounds; I'm sure your back aches worse. You already used the bandages on me, anyhow." Tenderly she folded her arms across her chest, glancing up at the sound of her name.
A tan, dark-haired man had hailed Mason; towering a good few feet over Kameko, he greatly dwarfed her. Moro recognized him from the fray, but couldn't place a name. Another faint smile was dragged into place.
"I'll be alright," she had a strange mix of emotions; though she was exhilarated beyond belief to be once again in the presence of humans, and faintly touched that strangers would take such concern at her wounds, her pride was beginning to make this attendance near embarrassing. "Sorry, I think I was getting mauled when you came in, whats your name?"
(Eh. Not my best. Apologiesss!)
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 25, 2010 19:00:21 GMT -5
Looking back to Kami, he realized she seemed to be freaking a bit. She seemed to have a bit of an internal panic, which lighted her face oddly, before she re-collected herself and tossed keith his hat. "Bah, all mainstream. Any Streetlight Manifesto on there? Howsabout Voltaire, they're good." He attempted to let her know she was not being ignored.
He faintly heard Moro asking for his name over Kami's list of songs. "The name's Roy. Call me R.J. if you'd like, I don't mind. You're Moro, right?"
Keith stumbled slightly up the stairs, and Roy was tempted to laugh, but figured that Kami might not like that one. He almost lost it as Keith nearly fell on his way into the Sports Authority, but managed to hold it in. "Wish I still had MY iPod... lost that runnin through the fields to get here from home without gettin killed."
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 27, 2010 18:15:50 GMT -5
Mason chuckled, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "That's a good additude there....Moro, is it?"
Turning away from Moro, he viewed the other survivors. Roy was talking about his music choices, Kami was still celebrating her Ipod's survival, Keith was limping/stumbling his way to Sports Authority, and the Smoker was...
Wait, the Smoker?
It was across from Sports Authority, but it's attention wasn't on Keith. Rather, it's attention was on the people at the bottom of the escalator. Not having anything that could shoot the Infected from a distance, the only thing he could really do was shout "Smoker! Smoker across from the Sports Authority!"
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 27, 2010 18:50:21 GMT -5
After getting over her short spaz-attack and tossing Keith his beloved hat, a big smile made its way across Kameko’s features as she spotted Tara walk up to her. She hadn’t got to talk to the brown-haired girl earlier due to the big battle with the horde. When Tara was done with her explanation of owning a white Shuffle, she gave her a big thumbs-up.
“Yeah!” Kameko said excitedly. “What kind of songs do you have on it? Can I see it? I’m asking too many questions aren’t I?”
She whipped her head around to glare at Keith after hearing his unnecessary comment; her dark blue eyes were chips of blue fire. She swore she could see the man smirking behind that damned scarf of his, but didn’t know for sure. Jeez, she hadn’t realized Keith could be a jerk.
“I’m sorry Keith, but although I may love my iPod, I don’t love it to an extent that I would marry it.” Kameko snapped hotly. “Sorry to ruin your fantasies.”
The black-haired girl turned her back to him, not bothering to listen to his response. Honestly she didn’t even think he would respond. Roy had come back and was saying something about ‘Streetlight Manifesto’ and ‘Voltaire.’ Her head tilted questioningly to the side.
“Streetlight Manifesto and Voltaire?” Kameko echoed. “Never heard of them.” She then caught his words of losing his iPod while running through some fields to get here. Without thinking, she pulled him into a comforting embrace.
“I’m so sorry about your iPod!” she said. “I would die if I lost mine! Hey, maybe we can find you a new one! Yeah…they’re bound to have one in this abandoned mall. I mean, why would someone want an iPod during a zombie apocalypse?” Suddenly Mason shouted something about a Smoker being across from the Sports Authority. She released Roy quickly, her eyes quickly falling on the special infected. A warning call from the smoker filled the air as it prepared to shoot out its tongue.
“アウトルック!” Kameko warned, shouting it out in Japanese because she was so panicked. Acting on instinct she quickly pushed Roy and Tara out the way, getting caught by the smoker’s tongue in the process. A loud gasp escaped her as she felt the ground slide beneath her feet. In the next minute she being reeled back towards the special infected.
“Help me!” she shrieked.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 27, 2010 19:01:47 GMT -5
Tara, having gotten the bottle of pills back from Moro, swallowed them as Kameko began rambling questions off to her. "Gimme a sec," she muttered. Shoving the empty bottle into her bag, she pulled out a half-full water bottle and washed down the pills. "Ah... that's better. Now. I have a variety, really. I'll listen to almost anything. I'll show you it when we find a safehouse, okay? Doing it out in the open isn't the best idea," Tara explained as she put away the bottle.
Hearing Mason's shout about a Smoker, she groaned and rolled her eyes. "And that's exactly why! Someone shoo-" She was interrupted as Kameko shoved her away, taking the tongue herself and getting dragged upward. "Shit.. hold on! Someone better freaking catch her 'cause I know I'm not fast enough!" Tara yelled, digging through her bag for her pistol and finally pulling it out. She had it raised and aimed by the time Kameko was halfway up, and she fired off a shot that blasted through one side of the Smoker's gruesome face.
It snarled and sputtered, dropping the Asian girl a few feet as it staggered; another shot would drop her. However, as Tara took aim again, her vision suddenly blurred and she had to pause. Blinking repeatedly, she stumbled a bit herself and placed a hand to her forehead. "Agh... damnit... not now... Stupid Charger.." she muttered angrily. Covering her eyes with her hand, Tara tried to shove the ache in her head back down. She'd been able to do it after the Charger was dead, and she'd do it again.
"Fuck... someone get Kameko!"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 27, 2010 19:30:12 GMT -5
Too stunned to do anything for the first moment, Roy attempted to hide his suprise as Kimeko embraced him. Slowly, he began to wrap his arms around her, only to be shoved out of the way of a giant slimy tongue standing behind an obnoxious fern that had concealed it from most angles (except apparently to Mason).
"Aw hell..." As the cry of smoker went up. Still slightly out of it from the last fight, his gaurd was down, reflexes suffering slightly from the adrenalin-deprived down. Tara had it, taking a single shot and blowing off half the coughing monster's face.
"Goddammitstupidsunnova..." the string continued, Roy cussing almost as he'd imagined Mason would have (or had he? his mind was still a bit fuzzy) as Roy made his way towrd the smokers falling tongue, as well as, of course, Kimeko. "Shit, Kami, I got you!" A running dive brought him to where he had to be, where Kami was falling to her death (or at least lower body paralysis). Mid air he turned, letting her land on his stomach and taking the brunt of the force on his elbows and triceps (along with his shoulder blades, which hit the ground as all 5'4" of Kami hit him from around 13 feet).
"Shit girl, you so lucky..." he muttered, dropping to one elbow and rubbing his now aching head and trying to see if he'd pulled his shoulder. "So... you really think we could find an iPod?" Laughing, he dropped off his other elbow and just laid there, with Kami there on top of him.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 27, 2010 19:40:01 GMT -5
Things happened in swift progression. Moro smiled, nodded, yes, that was her name. Roy turned away from her to say something to Kameko, and Mason did a quick sweep of the collected survivors.
Just as Moro bent to retrieved her discarded rifle, the man bellowed something, and there was a yelp as Kameko was ripped from Roy's arms and dragged skyward.
In an instinctive motion, ignoring the stabs of protest her destroyed arms gave, Moro raised the rifle to her shoulder and closed her eye, sucking in a breath to steady her aim. She had forgotten, of course, that the weapon was empty and therefore useless, and so it was again a surprise when she was met with only a faint *click* instead of a resounding *bang*.
"Damnit!" lowering her weapon, she could only watch helplessly as, without her, Kameko was saved. Once she was safely in Roy's arms, the mechanic slung her weapon over her shoulder, gingerly crossing her arms across her chest in a nursing sort of way.
"I vote we get somewhere less exposed," she said, nodding her agreement to Tara, who had spoken of something similar only moments before.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 27, 2010 19:57:08 GMT -5
As soon as the bullet made contact with the Smoker, it exploded into a cloud of smoke, toppling onto the ground. Roy had made a action hero dive, saving Kameko from a seriously dangerous fall.
Moro stated that it might be a good idea to find a safehouse, and Mason whole-heartedly agreed. And it seems that Keith had already found it....
But it also sounded like something knew they were there. A long, low howl filled the mall, echoing though the hallways. It didn't sound near yet, but no sense taking that risk.
"Alright everyone, we don't have time to catch our breath. Get to the Sports Authority safehouse, on the double, lads and ladies!"
Hoping that Keith hadn't locked the door behind him, he turned back to Moro and held out a calloused hand, offering to hoist her up.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 27, 2010 22:12:57 GMT -5
Kameko tried to hold back a scream as she felt herself falling from the smoker’s grasp. Wind roared past her as she steadily fell back towards the ground. When she thought she was going to land on the ground with a splat! She was surprised when she actually stuck a soft landing.
Wait? How come she stuck a soft landing? Wasn’t the flooring supposed to be hard?
Awe-struck the black-haired girl looked down to see she had actually landed on poor Roy. She let out a loud gasp as he rubbed his probably aching head. Her hand reached out to lie comfortingly against the part of his head that hurt.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Kameko exclaimed. Her dark blue eyes gazed at him worriedly. “Did I hurt you?” Looking at the others, she added, “Thanks for saving me guys. I owe you like you never believe.”
For the first time upon landing on Roy did she realize she was just lying on top of him. A light blush painted itself on her cheeks as she sat up. She scratched the back of her head awkwardly.
The girl opened her mouth to speak but stiffened in horror as a long, low howl filed her ears. She could hear Mason saying something about getting to the Sports Authority. Getting to her feet quickly, Kameko held out an offering hand towards Roy.
“We can get you an iPod after we get our asses into that safe house!” she told him with a hesitant giggle.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 27, 2010 22:41:25 GMT -5
"Hello there Blue eyes... It's jus' a flesh wound, I promise..." Dreamily, the raven haired sociopath registered the gutteral howl that was bouncing off the faux-marble tiling. 'That's not... shit I hate Tanks..."
Gladly taking the hand up, Roy immediatly began weaving (one couldn't call it running, you see, unless he was in an obstacle course) toward the escalator and the relative safety of the Sportswear store. In order to keep himself on balance (or so he'd imagined as soon as his brain was working) he refused to let go of Kami's hand.
Half-dragging the miniscule asian up the stairs (as that's what one would call an inactive escalator), he only stumbled twice before reaching the top. These stumbles were most likely beneficial to Kami, as his height had her nearly on her tiptoes. "Hit the balls, hit the balls..." And so he did, jamming an arm into a basketball display as soon as Kameko was out of the way. Nearly lifting her off the ground now, Roy sprinted the last twenty feet to the red safety door and almost knocked into Keith's sleeping form. He turned to rest his back against the double-thick concrete walls, catching the last of his own (not to mention Kameko, who barreled in behind him) momentum. Not wiching to sink down onto keith, he merely put his own head down on Kami's and stated, somewhat sleepily... "You mind wrappin my head up?" As a single drop of blood fell onto Keith's now-exposed face.
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 27, 2010 23:17:41 GMT -5
Keith had dropped into dreamland once more, recalling a thankfully peaceful stroll down the street. He’d just passed a small gray kitten that hadn’t attempted to maul him when he found himself falling down a seemingly-random manhole. He felt the wind rush past his face quite realistically, then wondered if he’d dream as realistically while unconscious.
Surprisingly enough, Keith didn’t dream at all while unconscious. His head gave an aching pulse as he cracked his skull on the cement of the sewer-sidewalk, then a few moments later, he was waking up to sewer water dripping onto his face. One last, very real-feeling drop made him cringe, and Keith opened his eyes to a room so blurred that, for all he could decipher, he was in a sewer. It took a few moments for his mind to kick in and recall recent events. When he had the brain power to sit himself up and look around, the first thing he noticed were his two roommates.
Needless to say, it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to wake up to.
“Aw, can’d you two get i’ on somewh’re el’s?” he drawled, taking a moment to glare at them before reapplying his previously-forgotten hat. “Sum ‘ve us ‘re tryin’ t’ sleep.”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 27, 2010 23:24:17 GMT -5
Accepting his hand, Moro was helped back to her feet, blinking back a wave of black dots that assailed her vision. Still feeling rather drained from the blood loss, she still found the energy to jog toward the saferoom, though never straying too far from Mason's side. Call it self preservation, but the man had been there to pick her up twice.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 28, 2010 12:48:05 GMT -5
Tara finally came back to her senses, and blinked a few times as she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Okay, okay, I'm good..." she stated. However, when she looked around, she realized that she was the only one still on the first floor. Tara gasped, realizing where everyone must have gone, and shoved the pistol back into her bag. "Guys? Ya could've waited up at least a little! Seriou-"
Another howl interrupted her, and it sounded a lot closer this time. Swallowing, she blanched significantly and ran up the escalator after Moro and Mason. "W-wait for me! I don't wanna be a Tank's chewtoy!"
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Jan 28, 2010 19:46:47 GMT -5
Kameko couldn’t help but smile lightly as she gently helped Roy down onto the ground and not onto a sleeping Keith. She reached over to grab a med-kit from a nearby table. Opening it up, she took out some alcohol swabs, a cotton ball, and medical adhesive tape.
“Oh, rescue man.” The black-haired girl whispered in a motherly tone as she probed through his black hair so that she could find his head wound. Once she found the rather ugly-looking cut she set to work. Gingerly she pressed one alcohol swap against the cut and, when Roy didn’t move, she proceeded to clean all the blood off. That done she grabbed the cotton ball, putting it over the cut before strapping it down in place by using the medical adhesive tape. “There we go!” murmured Kameko as she inspected her work carefully.
The girl gave a startled jump as Keith’s voice rang into her ears. She glanced around until she spotted the man glaring at them. Her eyebrows furrowed as she returned the glare.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kameko retorted hotly. “I was just wrapping up his head like he told me.” With a giggle, she lightly tapped Keith’s hat off his head. “Go back to sleep old man.”
Her head turned in the direction of the safe house door as Mason and Moro entered the safe room. Behind them came Tara. Getting to her feet, Kameko quickly shut the door closed behind Tara before turning back to the others.
“So…what’s the plan now?” she questioned. The girl then looked over at Moro worriedly. “You don’t look so hot Moro. Do you want me to tend to your wounds?”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 28, 2010 20:52:59 GMT -5
As soon as the door was shut behind them, Mason found a nice piece of wall and slumped against it, still taking in everything that happened today. He looked upon his new companions. There was Moro, Tara, Keith, Roy, Kameko, and himself. Quite a sizable group all in all.
Moro and Tara were still in rough shape, but Kameko seemed to be on top of that problem. Looking at himself, he was dotted with a number of cuts and bruises, nothing serious though.
And that reminded him; What of his daughter? How was she faring at the moment?
Taking out his two-way radio, he excused himself and went further into the store, away from the others. Once he felt he was at good distance, he turned on the radio, listening to it as it quietly crackled and buzzed as he tuned it in. Once he found the right wave, he finally spoke into it.
"Dahlia? Dahlia, sweetie, can you hear me?" He asked, waiting for a few moments before repeating himself. A few minutes later, a voice responded.
"D-Daddy?"
Mason exhaled, relieved. "Yeah, it's me. Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?"
"N-no.....I'm f-f-fine. I'm just scared..."
"Where are you? Are you by yourself?"
There was a pause before the answer came. "I-I dunno where I am..... It's a r-really big building though..... I think I'm in the city.... Daddy, I'm really scared..."
She thought she was in the city? Geeze, she must be really out of it.....
"Listen, Dahlia, listen carefully." He told her gently, trying to calm her down. "If you're hiding in a room, make sure all the doors are closed and locked. Are they?"
There was another pause, then "Y-yes..."
"Alright, good. Now, find a good hiding place, get some sleep, and call me in the morning. You were always a good hider, y'know?" He joked, hoping to soothe her nerves a bit.
"O-okay....You'll find me, right?"
"Dahlia, they'll have to put every damn zombie in the world into the city to keep me from getting to you! You hear?"
"......Thanks daddy......Miss you..."
"I miss you too sweetie. Talk to you in the morning."
With that, the line went silent. Sighing, he buried his face in his hands, wondering how in the world he was going to get to her.
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