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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Feb 5, 2010 21:53:57 GMT -5
Glancing at the rubble that the man, one 'Reilly ALexander' from what he'd gathered, had popped out of, he saw the glint of steel. "I think what the Director here's tryin' to say is 'It's right ova here'" Walking over to the pile of once-ceiling, he easily moved aside large chunks of concrete flooring (from the floor above) and grabbing the giant, clunky weapon.
"Where ya from Reilly. Soundin' somethin' like an Aussie." He commented, tossing him the rifle with one last distasteful look at it. "Dunno how peope use those things. Too easy to see, too easy to detect. I like one a' these..." Pulling the pistol from the inside pocket of his leather jacket. "Yeah, me an this guy've gone through hell, ain't we." Crooning to his guns was what got his called a softie in the old days... and how the competition ended up with an appointment at Friendly Smiles, home of Paul "Dr. McDreamy" Viperelli (D.D.S.)
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 5, 2010 21:57:46 GMT -5
"God damnit I hate Spitters..." Melissa muttered, kicking the body at her feet and grimacing as some acid slid out of it. Shaking her head, she glanced around, ears and eyes peeled for the telltale warning signs of any other special infected. Luckily, it seemed she was alone once more, and she went on her way through the airport. Melissa had entered the wrecked building about fifteen minutes ago via the runway, making use of a giant hole in the wall.
After watching so many horror movies, she had a problem with using the front door of any building. So far, she'd only encountered a few scattered common infected and the Spitter, without any luck at finding supplies or survivors. Really, Melissa wasn't hoping to find anyone much anymore; who would still be hanging around this ruined city? Cradling her assault rifle (which she'd graciously taken from a fallen soldier) in her arm, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out an almost empty pack of cigarettes. She sighed at the sight, knowing how hard it was to find cigarettes and the objects that lit them.
Pulling out her third last one, Melissa shoved the pack back into her back pocket and lit the cancer stick in her mouth. Pulling in a few puffs, she was so enthralled by the nicotine that she nearly missed the classic sound of a Boomer explosion. Eyes widening, she knew that could only mean one thing; one or more survivors. Not wasting any time, Melissa took off down the hallway, bashing in the heads of any common infected she passed and dodging around rubble.
After a few moments she skidded to a stop, looking around and straining to hear any further sound. She had unknowingly run right past the restaurant where Luigi and Dahlia were situated, but she did realize she had lost her lead. Sighing deflatedly, Melissa meandered over to a nearby railing and leaned her rifle against it. She then rested her arms on it, deciding to take a breather as she flicked some ashes off of her cigarette...
And right into the Director's perfectly sculpted hair below.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Feb 5, 2010 22:05:04 GMT -5
Luigi seemed to not hear Dahlia as he was drifted away into another memory. The boomer he had just killed had reminded him of Tiney, a childish, cake-loving boomer who was an original member of his twin brother’s group of humanity-holding special infected. He smiled lightly as he remembered reminisced about their first meeting.
“LUIGI!” Suddenly a heavy shape grabbed Luigi’s wrists and twirled him around. The survivor, now dizzy, stumbled around before Dylan balanced him by placing his hands on his shoulder. A boomer was still latched onto Luigi’s wrists; its big brown eyes glistening in unexplainable cuteness and though its voice was deep it was surprisingly very childish-sounding.
“Hey Luigi do you want to go have some cake with me?!” the boomer asked hyperly.
Luigi was still dizzy to reply. After his bout of dizziness subsided he shook his head once and looked at the boomer attached to his wrists like a caterpillar to a leaf. “A boomer that likes cake?” he said aloud. “That’s something you don’t see everyday.”
“Luigi, this is Tiney.” Dylan introduced with a small chuckle. “He’s the boomer in our group. Tiney may seem childish, but he’s a prodigy. And then Brock’s–” he paused as a tank made its way over to them. The sight made the survivor’s eyes widen. “–allure is his brotherly attitude.”
The brown-haired teenager looked at Brock still through wide-eyes. The tank acknowledged him with a friendly wave from its massive hands that would incapacitate any regular survivor with just one swing. After a slight hesitation Luigi waved back.
“It’s nice to finally meet the brother of Dylan,” Brock said in a deep voice. “He has told me all about you.”
“Hunh?” Luigi seemed surprised. He looked over at Dylan. “You told him about me?”
Dylan nodded. “Yes. Even though he looks big and frightening at first glance, Brock is actually the most caring in the group and the most reliable. So it didn’t bother me to confide in him about you and Mario.”
Luigi nodded in understanding when Tiney talked again.
“So do you want to share some cake Luigi?” he asked.
The teenager smiled. “Sure.” Luigi replied.
He was disrupted of this memory as he felt a tugging force on his pants. Looking down he spotted Dahlia gazing up expectantly at him. She had said something of hearing other people. Possible survivors.
But not Bill, Louis, Francis, Zoey, and Mario. Luigi thought sorrowfully as he remembered his friends and fellow survivors.
Luigi tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully. Of course they should search for the others. After been through the zombie apocalypse already, he knew all too well that two survivors alone wouldn’t last long by how many infected were there. Suddenly he remembered Dahlia’s two-way radio.
“Dahlia,” he said excitedly, snapping his fingers. “Go call your daddy on the radio. I have an idea that might just save us.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 5, 2010 22:34:37 GMT -5
Dahlia had no idea why Luigi was spacing out like that, but his request to call her father was a request she was happy to comply with. Climbing onto on of the few intact chairs, she turned on her radio. Although a child, her Daddy had given very simple, but specific, instructions on how to use the device. And she fully intended to use them, with the determination of, well, a nine-year old.
Turning it on, she waited for a few moments before pushing the button. "Daddy?" She called out, waiting for a few moments.
Her patience was rewarded when the other end of the radio sprung to life. The familiar, gruff irish voice that was her father came on the other end.
"Dahlia? Are you alright?"
She began swishing her legs back and forth. "Yeah, I'm fine Daddy!" She responded. "Guess what? I met a nice person. His names Luigi!"
Her father didn't respond right away, but after a bit, his voice come on again. "Another Survivor? Is he with you right now?"
"Yeah." She answered, looking up at Luigi.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 5, 2010 23:02:41 GMT -5
Luigi watched intently as Dahlia turned on the radio, not realizing how piercing his gaze was.
Answer. Come on, answer! The boy willed silently as they waited for a response after Dahlia talked into it. He breathed a sigh of relief as a gruff, Irish voice was heard. The brown-haired boy stayed silent as Dahlia and her father talked. He perched up at the mention of his name. The survivor looked to see the little girl was looking at him.
Does she want me to take it from her? he questioned silently, but reached out to grab it. Besides, I’m going to need it for my idea.
Once he had the object in hand did he launch into his plan.
“To any other survivors out there that can here this,” Luigi talked urgently into the two-way radio. “Head for the airport in Ryland. Repeat: head for the airport in Ryland we have survivors here!”
With that said he turned off the radio and handed it back to Dahlia. He then turned to the girl, reloading his submachine gun and had a determined expression on his face.
“If you’re dad is with more survivors then they probably heard my message.” Luigi explained to her. “We can only hope that they come here, but if something comes up I think it would be best if we go off to find them. In the mean time we should probably go find those non-scary people you heard earlier.”
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Post by The Director on Feb 6, 2010 0:11:50 GMT -5
The Director mentally grimaced when Viperelli felt it necessary to ‘translate’ his meaning. Some people just had no knowledge of subtlety. Perhaps it was just the man’s background; appearance-wise, he seemed like a classic mobster. He couldn’t be expected to figure in tacit conversational tactics.
As the probable-mobster went on about his firearm choice, the Director took a moment to feign interest while really wondering of his new acquaintances’ origins. Alexander sounded, as suggested, very Australian, but occupation-wise, nothing could be deduced. Viperelli made himself seem rather obviously tilted towards a career in the mafia, but it almost seemed too obvious.
Just as he’d begun to wrap-up his small time of pondering, he felt a slight singe on his head. Without hesitation, he reached up and brushed whatever it was off before it could start a fire. He took a moment to glance at his hand and grimaced. Ashes. Just what he needed.
Turning his gaze upwards, he glared towards the source: a woman, Director estimated somewhere in her thirties, standing the floor above and knocking her ashes down the recent ‘skylight’ in the ceiling. “Excuse me,” he interrupted, loudly enough for the sound to carry to her without sounding as though he were shouting. He said nothing more, allowing his gaze, which seemed to pierce through his shades, and the ash on his upturned hand to do the explaining.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 6, 2010 21:35:33 GMT -5
"Okay!" Was Dahlia's response, beaming at the thought of meeting other not-scary people. Exiting the returant, she began humming to herself, skipping on the tiles as if it was hopscotch. This also led to her wondering out loud.
"I wonder what these people are like...... Maybe they're superhereos!. And maybe they can help me find Mr. B!"
Mr. B was Dahlia's beloved stuffed bear that her parents got her when she was really small. Second only to her parents, she and Mr. B were almost inseperable. (Except when water was involved. Mr. B didn't like getting wet.)
"I dropped him when I was running from the scary people in here. So he's gotta be around here somewhere!" She said, turning around to make sure that Luigi wasn't too far behind.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 6, 2010 21:59:58 GMT -5
Luigi couldn’t help but smile as he watched Dahlia skipping along. Boy did he miss being a child now after watching the little girl. He listened as she rambled off on the other survivors, wondering what they were like and if they were superheroes.
“Hmm…” the boy murmured thoughtfully as he tilted his head to the side. “Sorry to ruin your excitement, Dahlia, but these people might not be what you’re expecting. Trust me; I’ve been through that before.”
As they walked on, Luigi kept his bright blue eyes alert for any signs of infected. He couldn’t almost believe it when he saw no signs of any. It was almost too good to be true. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as Dahlia said something about Mr. B. The brown-haired teenager stopped and gazed at the girl through round blue eyes as she explained that she had lost him while running away from the infected. He tapped a finger against his chin.
“I tell you what.” Luigi began. “When we find the other not-scary people, we can ask them if they’ll help us find Mr. B. If they don’t, don’t worry. I’ll fix them up.”
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Post by Reilly Alexander on Feb 7, 2010 22:35:51 GMT -5
Reilly rubbed the back of his neck in faint embarrassment. "Righ'...thanks mate," he said, moving to retrieve his weapon. Carefully he checked its load.
"Not supposin' anyone's come across an ammo stash?" he inquired, dismayed at his findings.
"And- yes. Straight from down under," Reilly replied enthusiastically. "Flew here for some sight-seeing with my brotha, Charlie. Only, we got separated, an'..." he shrugged.
"He'll be alrigh'. Always is, anyway."
(Sorry. That is, quite honestly, the best I can do right now.)
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 8, 2010 16:24:58 GMT -5
Dahlia gave a defeated sigh at Luigi's comment on the superheroes, but she immediatly perked up when he said that he would get the other people to help look for Mr. B. All smiles, she continued her skipping , but stopped when she saw...... Someone.
It was a lady. She looked pretty, unlike the other scary people, who were all grey and dull. But even from here, Dahlia could smell ciggarete smoke, which unfortunatly brought her to several small coughs. Suddenly apprehensive, she quickly ran back to Luigi, not taking her eyes off of the woman. She might be one of the scary people who had really long tounges..... Like the one that got her Mommy.
The thought brought the small child to frightened whimpers, clinging onto Luigi's leg.
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Feb 8, 2010 21:38:15 GMT -5
The reaction was immediate. As the ash dropped from the floor above, the pistol went from a fun toy to a deadly instrument in his hands. two warning shots were fired, to the immediate left and right of the area. "If you're not a zombie, come down now. Nothin' funny now, let's go." His conversational tone was all but gone, replaced by a cold, business-like tone that almost rivaled the Directors.
"One more shot an' you're dead, so moving would be most appreciated. All weapons on the ground. Anyone tries anything funny and there will be concequences." Having ignored Reilly and his query about the ammo stash, Paul bounded up his (Reilly's) former prison to the second floor. He had a clear view on two adults, one female, smoking, and the other a younger looking man. "Both of you, on the double. Let's go. Security threats were not Paulie's favorites, and, right now, these idiots could attract a freakin' horde and inadvertantly get Paulie killed. And he couldn't have that. not with his prey still alive.
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 8, 2010 22:14:00 GMT -5
Melissa practically jumped out of her skin when she heard a sudden voice from below, her head whipping down only to pull in the sight of not one, not two, but three survivors. All of which were men. "Well. Should be interesting," she muttered, taking another pull on her cigarette. Melissa raised an eyebrow when she noticed one of the men staring at her, holding out his hand as if he expected her to drop money into it or something. "Uh... sorry, mister, but I'm broke. Not that money is worth much anymore," she called down blatantly.
She thought she heard something behind her, but before she could check it out, two shots were fired from below. Melissa screamed in shock and terror, nearly dropping her cigarette as she leapt back away from the railing. She hissed as she wound up burning her finger, but at least she'd saved the precious stick of tobacco. Not feeling any pain, she sighed in relief and then felt anger spark within her. "HEY!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, ASSHOLE?! DO I LOOK INFECTED TO YOU?! I SHOULD COME DOWN THERE AND KICK YOUR SORRY ASS BACK TO JERSEY!!!"
To say Melissa was screaming would be an understatement; she was in fact so loud that she actually drowned the man out. By the time she'd finished, he was up there, and she stuck the cigarette in her mouth so that she could grab her assault rifle. Luckily for Paulie (or not), because of her amnesia, her bouts of temper were fierce, but short and rare. Melissa was already calm by the time she breathed in some more nicotine, and she sighed as she slipped the nearly finished cancer stick into her free hand. "Fucking bastard. Don't order me around... shooting at me for no reason... Next time I won't hesitate to kick you in the nuts," she grumbled.
Melissa half-stomped over to the pile of rubble, looking down at it once before returning her gaze to Paulie. "So. You gonna help your elders or not, asshole?" she asked grumpily. This guy had totally just ruined her mood.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 8, 2010 22:46:05 GMT -5
The brown-haired boy looked down in surprise as Dahlia hugged his leg, whimpering in fright. He guessed the sight of the smoking girl must’ve reminded her of a smoker. Just as he was about to call out to the person, two shots rang out in the air.
“Dahlia, behind me!” Luigi panicked and pushed the little girl behind him before stationing himself protectively in front of her, gripping his submachine gun tightly.
His bright blue eyes darted from left-to-right. What the hell was that? he thought in wonder. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a commanding voice.
"Both of you, on the double. Let's go.”
Luigi’s head snapped up sharply as a black-haired man appeared, pointing a pistol at him and the girl. He straightened slowly and fixed the man an icy bright blue gaze. If there was one thing in the world that the survivor didn’t like was being told what to do.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” Luigi began, “but I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me like that. And have you considered this: you put your gun down. I have a little nine-year-old girl with me if you’re too blind or too stupid to notice. Congratulations, the act you just pulled probably scared away the rest of her innocence she has left.”
He clapped mockingly before glaring at the man. “I take orders from no one, ya got that? I’ve been through way too much–” He was about to say ‘shit’, but thought better of it. “–crap already and I don’t need Mr. Big and Bad trying to tell me what to do!”
Initially Luigi would have cowered and complied with the man’s wishes, but he had matured during his time with the others and became braver–much braver. He made sure Dahlia was still behind him before taking up his previous protective position from earlier, aiming his submachine gun at the man and reloading it.
“Make your move,” Luigi growled through gritted teeth, his finger itching to pull the trigger. “I’ll be ready.”
Before he received a reaction from the newcomer, the smoking girl literally blew off on him. Luigi froze and his eyes grew wide as he watched the girl yell at the man with a cuss word in almost every sentence she uttered. Note-to-self: Don’t piss off that chick!
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Post by The Director on Feb 8, 2010 23:16:46 GMT -5
The Director watched the sequence of events unfold with mild, bitter interest. ‘Apparently,’ he thought, grimacing, ’I’ve gotten caught up in a group of short-tempered civilians with ichy trigger-fingers.’ Worse yet, as discovered by the woman’s reaction to his statement, none of them had any idea what ‘tact’ was.
Well then, he’d just have to speak more directly.
He took a moment to clear his throat (it would do no good to talk while they were all yelling and informing every infected within a two-mile radius of their location) before interrupting: “Would the both of you stop making a**es out of yourselves before it attracts every zombie in the general vicinit–area?” he remarked, remaining cool and calm nevertheless. (He chose not to address the third man specifically: his speech was so stupidly determined and attempted-heroic that it didn’t merit his attention.)
Shortly afterwards, the Director nearly jumped (only nearly, professionals didn’t actually jump) at the sound of a short, creepy tune. It almost sounded like a muted trumpet, but anyone playing trumpet at this time would have to be a goddamn moron. Raising a brow, he turned to his ‘teammates’ and asked, “Did any of you hear tha–”
The rest of the statement drowned under the roar of a crowd of zombies, all of whom raced in from a hallway to the right. The Director merely blinked, then retrieved his acquired explosive from his belt and, having discovered the purpose of the electrical noise attachment soon after finding it, tossed (not threw) the bomb into the crowd. The majority of the zombies tripped over themselves in an attempt to get back to it. By the time it went off, all but a scarce few stragglers had gathered close enough to suffer the effects of the explosion.
Taking a few steps back so that the last few disoriented zombies would turn their attention to one of the others, the Director gave the bickering couple a glare, going so far as to let his glasses slide down his nose so his expression could be seen. “Have we learned our lesson?” he began, then, thinking better of it, clarified, “Loud and excessive noise attracts the infected. Refrain from yelling at each other unless you want to waste your ammo pointlessly.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 9, 2010 17:36:33 GMT -5
Dahlia shreiked when the gunshots suddenly went off, more than willing to take cover behind Luigi. The man who had fired those shots was now up the stairs, pointing his guns at the lady and Luigi. He didn't seem to notice the nine-year old, but then again, neither did the lady. Luigi began challenging the big man, although she thought that it wasn't the best idea, but then again, this was a grown-up matter.
However, when the other lady started screaming, Dahlia jumped at least a foot into the air, adding her own shriek. The noise, however, attracted the scary people, but the guy in the suit threw something at them and it went off with a boom!
However, even with the scary people gone (Although the fancy suit looked plenty scary), she still didn't remove herself from her hiding spot behind Luigi. But she did poke her head out to get a better look, her eyes wide.
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