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Post by Mason Breaker on Feb 23, 2010 22:31:24 GMT -5
Mason was silently taking the scene, almost allowing a glimmer of hope when Keith suddenly burst into the room. But he knew that when Roy lashed out like that, it was pretty much close to over.
When Kameko went outside, she was looking for death.
And she found it. Mason heard the Witch, heard the sounds. But what followed startled him.
Gunshots. A dying Witch. Another survivor? Maybe had saved Kameko.....
Mason grabbed his shotgun and ran outside. There was another survivor, yes, but it was a young man, probably in his teens. Standing over Kameko's bloody body with a sneer on his face.
"Probably shouldn’t have pissed off that witch, eh?". What followed next set Mason off. He kicked her body. Surprisingly quiet, he strode up next to the young man, grabbed him by the shirt, and muttered "Shouldn't have disrespected her body." This was followed by a swift, hard punch to the face. Sounded like something cracked, but odds were, it was just his knuckle. But if he broke the punk's nose, well, bonus to him.
Haveing done that, he carried the youth by the collar back into the bar, and tossed him onto the floor.
"Witch got Kameko. He disrespected her body. Gonna go bury it. Deal with this punk." Was all he said before grabbing a long, sturdy peice of wood to substitute as a shovel, and went back outside.
Standing next to her bloody corpse, he began digging.
"So Kameko......*grunt*........Are you satisfied? Is your selfish wish granted? How happy are you? You've hurt everyone. Especially Roy, I'd bet. So go ahead, run to your mother. Say hello to my wife, Tara's family, and Moro's, hell, say hello to everyone we've lost."
He finished, standing over the crude grave. It wasn't much, but it was the least he could do as a final respect. Lowering her bloody, mangled body, he refilled the grave. Sticking the pole into the ground as a marker, his radio suddenly flared to life, his daughter's voice on the other end.
Looking at it, then at the grave, he muttered on last thing.
"While I'm at it, about my daughter. Fuck you."
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Post by Moro Ashford on Feb 24, 2010 18:58:39 GMT -5
Moro watched the going ons from the bar doorway. She had risen to her feet and one hand had curled into a fist over the barrel of her gun, but aside from this things had happened too fast for her to do much more. Her eyes were fixed, blank, and her jaw was set in a firm line.
She'd barely heard Kameko- after all, the mechanic counted her time as limited. However, it wasn't until the witch's fateful descent that it truly hit her.
"Aww...girl...aww...."
A new figure had arrived but Moro paid him no mind; as he mocked the dead girl, a nudge of his toe sent the head lolling, her wide, cerulean eyes fixing the mechanic in the door way. In a sudden swell of nausea, Moro turned and brushed past Mason, who had murder in his eyes for the newcomer, and retreated into the bathroom Tara had only recently vacated.
The door slammed behind her, dulling the noises outside. On her knees, elbows propped up on the rim, Moro presented retched and coughed, trembling fiercely. She remained in this position for a good few minutes, rocking minutely back and fourth on her heels and holding back a storm of sobs.
Kami was dead. And it wasn't so much as this sorrow, or the truth she screamed before she died, or the reminder that lives were so fragile that had set the mechanic off. Rather, it was the form in which her death arrived.
"That's going to be me," she whispered, and the weight of this thought crippled her. For close to five minutes she sat there, rocking on the rim of the toilet, before she stood, touched the handle, and wiped the residue from her lip. Flicking a glance at her reflection, deciding nothing could be done about her reddened eyes, or the faint puffiness of the skin around them, Moro glared at herself and wrenched open the door, her new wrath focused upon this newcomer.
She and Mason had had the same idea as far as greetings went; seeing as he was already 'broken in', however, Moro resisted the urge to do him further bodily harm. Instead, she stormed to where he crouched on the floor, and prodded him hard in the ribs with her sneaker.
"The fuck are you," she demanded. She resisted reaching for the gun on her back, knowing herself better than to trust being able to control herself with it.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Feb 25, 2010 19:32:31 GMT -5
Roy, recovering from his rage, stood calmly as Kami ran outside. It was not until he heard the single shot and the enraged cry that he realized that there was a witch nearby.
Before he could bring himself to move again, he heard another shot. Mason left.
"Maybe... maybe..." Roy's hopes were dashed as soon as Mason returned, two bodies in his hands. One was dropped roughly to the floor, and the other, still bleeding, still looking... warm to him, was carried back outside. She looked so damn peaceful... to think he'd have been able to do nothing of that effect to her made his mind twist and writhe. His last words to her had been so violent. 'That's what I get for giving a damn about someone, huh...'
"Witch got Kameko. He disrespected her body. Gonna go bury it. Deal with this punk." Mason's words were all that were needed to remove Roy from his trance. "You little shit!" Roy was roaring, but not in a hot rage. He was well beyond that. He was in an icy fury, cold, calculating, rational, and well beyond the point of any semblance of reason besides his own, obviously biased, opinions.
His foot flew up, catching the prone man under the ribs, turning him over and sending him skidding a few feet. In another instant, his knee rested upon the man's chest and a well aimed fist crashed into his nose. If it hadn't been broken after Mason, it was now. "You never thought someone might care about her? Give me a reason I shouldn't kill your good for nothing ass. One solid reason..." His hand, stilll bloodied from the impact with the prone man's nose, went to the hilt of his knife.
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Post by Shane Richardson on Feb 25, 2010 21:52:33 GMT -5
Shane, still gazing coldly down at the dead girl, was unaware of the approaching man until he grabbed his shirt before getting nailed in the face. A resounding crack echoed in his ears, but he guessed it was the man’s knuckles instead of his nose. Thank God.
As soon as he felt the man starting to carry him somewhere, he thrashed and squirmed to release himself from the hold. A sneering snarl was directed towards the man as he was dumped onto the floor of what looked like a bar. Two other people occupied the room, one another man and the other a woman. The woman disappeared for a minute before coming back and stormed over to him. Shane met her gaze coldly and had to control every urge in his body not to spring at the woman when she prodded him with her sneakers in the ribs hard.
He didn’t answer her question. He didn’t even have time as the other man suddenly kicked out, striking him underneath the ribs and actually sending him skidding a few feet away. Just as Shane was about to leap up and teach the man a lesson about daring to mess with him, he felt a knee place itself firmly on his chest.
“Get the fuck–” The rest of his words were caught off as a fist came flying down on his nose. His head whipped to the side at the impact and a spurt of blood flew out.
"You never thought someone might care about her? Give me a reason I shouldn't kill your good for nothing ass. One solid reason..." Shane saw the man reach for the hilt of his knife. The action made a nasty smirk cross his face and he casually pushed the man off. Getting up on his feet, he brushed the dust off his clothes.
“Name’s Shane, that’s all you need to know.” The teenager told them in a mock greeting as he strolled over to a nearby windowsill. He sat atop the same windowsill the dead Kameko had sat on just earlier before her death. He wiped away some blood running out of his broken nose before, gripping his nose with two fingers, cracked it back into place. The action didn’t faze him one bit as he let a cool light brown gaze travel around the survivors. If he had known who that dead girl was he would have shown some kind of sadness, but since he didn’t…Oh well.
“You’ll be surprised at what a zombie apocalypse can do to people,” Shane spoke at last. “I don’t know that girl too well, but what I do know is that she was weak and couldn’t take it anymore. Hell, this apocalypse probably messed her up so bad she might have said things she didn’t mean.”
He grew quiet to allow them to take in his words. A minute or two later the boy took up talking. Shane really didn’t give a damn if they listened or not.
“Suicide is nature’s most selfish wish,” The black-haired boy sighed. “She died and left you all alone in this hell-hole, without thinking how her death would effect you.” He turned his gaze away, but his words were sincere as he said, “In my opinion you guys shouldn’t remember how she was in the last minutes before she died, but grieve for the person you knew she was.”
After that he looked out the window.
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Post by Keith the Great on Feb 26, 2010 22:56:24 GMT -5
Keith stared down at Tara, obviously confused. He wasn’t too good at grudges himself, preferring to just joke about it when it fit and otherwise focus on something else, but he knew from experience that girls held grudges like file-cabinets held files. If you commented negatively on a girl’s hair, she could call you out on it years later.
Fortunately, even if he didn’t know what was wrong, Keith could always take a shot in the dark at fixing things up. “Well,” he said sheepishly, making a show of looking ashamed and scratching the back of his hat nervously, “I-I’m sorry. Didn’t mean t’ make ya so mad.” Keeping the emotion off his face, he silently thanked the heavens for all his previous experience with women scorned.
Before he could see if his acting skills paid off, the hobo was distracted by Kami’s speedy limp down the stairs. He smiled, figuring that if she was well enough to be up and walking, the others must have done something to fix her up. However, her return made him think differently; it still looked like she was bleeding pretty badly. Saying nothing (he wasn’t a doctor, no matter how many shooting stars he wished on), he watched as she walked in, grabbed a magnum from Mason’s hand for a reason Keith didn’t know, then stormed back out.
The Southerner stared at the front door blankly for a while, curious. Just as he was about to get up and check on her, a terrified shriek that Keith vaguely attributed to one of the crying zombies shot through the air like a bullet, killing his train of thought immediately.
As many close-calls as he’d had with Death, Keith didn’t actually know many dead people. He’d been kicked out of his house before his grandparents died, he’d started his apocalypse adventure in Kentucky away from his friends, and so far hadn’t met any other living beings besides his group now. It was all he could do to simply remember to blink and breathe.
He snapped out of his stupor when Mason stomped back in, hauling a stranger along with him. Keith watched as the big grizzly of a man tossed the stranger into the room. “Witch got Kameko” was all that passed through the hobo’s mind before he spaced out past Pluto.
It wasn’t until Roy started throwing a fit that Keith woke up, glancing around to recall exactly where he was. His eyes set on Tara a moment before he shrugged, hopped to his feet, and strolled into what had been Kami’s room.
The first thing Keith noticed was the stranger, sitting casually at the windowsill. Eager to set his mind on something besides death, he crossed the room in just a few bouncing strides before setting himself in front of the stranger.
“Hey, small world! Ohio’s goddamn full a’ not-zombie-people, huh?” Keith announced, already setting a grin back on his face. Blissfully ignorant of his teammate’s fury, he reached a gloved hand out for a friendly handshake. “M’name’s Keith. Jus’ Keith. You?”
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Post by Shane Richardson on Feb 27, 2010 0:25:10 GMT -5
Calm again, Shane was forgetting about the three people who had rudely attacked him. Just as he was about to close his eyes and hum a lullaby his mother would sing him when he was little, a new voice distracted him. As the teenager whipped his head around to make a snide remark at whoever disturbed him, he froze as he realized a different man was standing in front of him. He saw the newcomer hold out a hand towards him in a friendly gesture and not an ‘I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass’ gesture.
“Hey, small world! Ohio’s goddamn full a’ not-zombie-people, huh? M’name’s Keith. Jus’ Keith. You?”
Allowing a faint smile towards the man, Shane took hold of the offered hand and shook it. “You can call me Shane. Shane Richardson.” the black-haired teenager replied. He blinked. “I can hold you right on one thing–Keith is it?–never thought they’d be other survivors here. I thought the infection killed everyone off.”
He didn’t say anymore to Keith as he turned his attention away from him. Just as he was going to look back out the window, something interesting caught his eye. Shane blinked once more as his new bought of interest was that of an iPod. He bent down and swiped it up off the floor.
An iPod? the black-haired teenager thought. An unusual thing to find in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?
As he pressed a button on it, he was taken aback when the screen flashed to life. He couldn’t help but smile to himself evilly as he began skimming through it. Now he could use the iPod to block out the annoying voices of these people seeing as how he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
Light brown eyes traveling over the multiple selections, Shane stopped on a pair of particular words. Kameko’s iPod it read. He tilted his head to the side like a five-year-old as he stared at the words. Kameko? Who the hell was that?! As he thought he seemed to remember the man that had roughly brought him to this place saying something about a Kameko.
Was that the dead girl who was killed by the witch? Shane asked himself. The possibility seemed highly likely. He continued to stare at the dead girl’s iPod for a few minutes longer. Well, I hoped you enjoyed this while you were living, cuz it’s mine now.
And with that Shane decided to pocket the iPod, smiling at his new item.
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Tara Luketic
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Post by Tara Luketic on Feb 27, 2010 3:24:24 GMT -5
Leg fully wrapped but still causing a bit of pain, Tara sighed and hoped the pills would kick-in soon. Sure, she knew that drinking was bad and that doing so with pills was worse, but she really didn't give a fuck at the moment. Resting her elbow on the table, she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into her palm. Tara felt like she could have fallen asleep like this, but was dragged out of her calm state by Keith. Rolling her eyes, she straightened in her chair and turned back to reply when Kameko suddenly came crashing down the stairs.
Blinking a few times in shock, she could only watch with a dropped jaw as the girl stormed out of the bar with a Magnum. "H-hey, Kameko, wait! It's- ah! Sonova bitch!!" Tara hissed as she tried to stand, pain shooting through her burned leg. Face tight with pain, she dropped back into her seat and left it up to one of the other survivors to stop her. However, when she heard the gunshot and the shriek of a Witch, her heart figuratively plummeted right down to her feet.
"Oh, God, no..." Tara whispered, eyes wide as she watched Mason run out of the bar. Her heart pounded fearfully as the seconds crawled by, until the large man finally returned. Except he was dragging along someone else, a boy who was certainly not Kameko. This fact was emphasized when Mason promptly stated that a Witch had killed Kameko, and something else about this guy disrespecting her body.
"Christ... I can't believe it... she just... why..?" Tara whispered shakily, feeling sadness well up inside of her but forcing it back down. This wasn't like when her family had died; she'd barely known this girl, and she had obviously for some reason turned suicidal. Besides, she may have died tomorrow during a horde attack, or gotten caught in an accidental explosion. Swallowing down her tears, Tara rubbed her face with her hands and let out a shaky breath.
Noticing Keith leave, probably to go see the newcomer, she felt a little lonely down here by herself and decided she might as well join the party. Gritting her teeth together, she used the table for support and slowly managed to get to her feet. Sighing heavily, Tara gradually made her way over to the stairs, grimacing the whole time and wincing with each step her injured leg took. This was going to be a problem, so hopefully it would clear up by morning. Mounting the stairs, she felt much like the others had a little while earlier, having gotten much more injured during the horde than herself.
Finally having reached the top, Tara took a moment to catch her breath and regain her composure before trekking the last few feet to the room and going inside. "Hey," she murmured in quiet greeting. Still dressed in nothing but her blue jean jacket and makeshift, pink blanket sarong but too tired and in pain to care for once, she made her way over to the new guy. "Hi. I'm Tara. Who're you, and what the Hell did you do to Kameko's body to piss everyone off so damn much?" Tara half-greeted, half-asked; her tone was both friendly and aggressive, more because of how she currently felt than what the boy had done.
Plus, that sake and pills combo was starting to kick-in, probably leading to a brief mood swing and then a swift pass out on either the bed or floor.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Feb 27, 2010 23:44:02 GMT -5
Moro backed up a step, making no move to stop Roy from pummeling the everliving out of the newcomer. In cold silence she watched the small spat, careful not to pick a side. Having untangled himself from his attacker, however, this "Shane" fellow meandered to the very sill upon Kameko had once sat, and was descended upon by Tara and Keith.
The mechanic turned her back on them in faint disgust. She would not grovel, would not go out of her way to befriend this man- call her unforgiving, but mocking Kami was unacceptable. An image of her lifeless body flickered in her mind, and Moro winced; a wave of nausea swept her.
Reclaiming her post at the bottom of the stairs, Moro sat with her legs splayed, knees bent, hands resting on her torn jeans, watching the going-ons without a word of input.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 1, 2010 19:28:41 GMT -5
Roy walked away. For one of the few moments in his life where he was actually sane, he walked away and plopped right down next to Moro. "This is bullshit... kicks my girlfriends corpse and gets a fuckin heroes welcome from Keith over there..." He muttered, loud enough for only Moro to overhear. He wrung his hands in frustration. "I'll tell you one thing," Roy smirked, malintent clear in his eyes "That guy gets jumped by a charger and carried down the street, I'm not even gonna point a gun in his general direction."
At least Tara had some guts. She was at least questioning him... Keith was just way to quick to be everyone's friend. The thought of having to work with this new guy- and he new he'd have to, there was no way around it- filled him with both disgust and delight. He might have to put up with the too-calm little bastard, but he'd also get more then his share of chances to point a gun at him...
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Post by Moro Ashford on Mar 15, 2010 19:26:49 GMT -5
To that there was nothing to say. Mutely, Moro nodded and raised a hand to her comrade's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as a silent apology. Her eyes never left the newcomer, who had settled in quite comfortably with the rest of the crowd. Funny who you'll tolerate when it's necessary, the mechanic thought, eyes flickering around the group. She briefly wondered if they would all have been friends, under meeting on different circumstances.
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