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Post by Moro Ashford on Apr 26, 2010 20:09:58 GMT -5
The new guy raised a hand. "Don't worry, miss. We're on the same side. We're not going to hurt you." Before the mechanic could even attempt a reply, however, there was a firm hand in hers and she was spun about, tugged back to the isolation of the bathroom. Shane's eyes met hers in a scolding sort of way, but there was kindness in his eyes.
“As your doctor," he said, turning his attention to her scabbed arms, "I cannot allow you to leave the room until I am done treating you.” The shadow of a smile flickered to Moro's lips; she was beginning to regret her former thoughts of her cold companion.
"Thank you," she said quietly, flexing her bandaged arms. The response seemed inadequate, but she was at a loss with what else to say; Shane again took her hand and led her back out to where the newcomers were chatting, his demeanor darkening.
“I think I speak for everyone here when I say I’m fucking tired of all these new people joining our group,” he was saying now; letting her hand fall from his, Moro smirked and allowed herself a glance as he removed his shirt. Hey, no wrong in looking, right? “Why don’t you do us all a favor and go make your own survivor group? Three should be enough to fight these mealy-mouthed bastards.”
Moro laughed lightly, crossing her arms over her chest. The white bandages stood in stark contrast against her black wifebeater; she felt like she were sporting a new fashion. "Nice, Shane," she said, adding in an undertone; "don't forget you're the newbie out of the rest of us." Flicking a teasing smile, she turned her attention back to the newcomers.
"As long as you didn't bring a tank in tow, I'm fine with you all staying here for a bit. But I guess that's up to a vote now, huh?" she shifted between her feet, her grey eyes flashing from face to face. The mechanic was never great with introductions- the fact that she was being so forward surprised her.
"So, uh, I'm Moro, and the sourpuss here is Shane. You are?"
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 26, 2010 20:26:21 GMT -5
"I am Mechanicles! And once this device is complete, not even that blasted genie will stop me from taking over Agrabah!" She said before cackling slightly.
After a very swift moment, she seems to regain her composure and some sanity, and speaks again, "But you can call me Sophia. I'm a mechanist extrordinaire. And I must say, sporting the worlds most fashionable coat."
She extends the device she's creating, which for now looks like a strange tube with a -lot- of copper wiring and a crank handle.
"Want to try it out? It shouldn't zap you." She gave a reassuring smile, coke-bottle glasses glinting in the light.
"It's my special generator. It's several steps down from an electrical engine, but it'll do for now. Oh! And if you have anything broken, lemme see it. I'll Frankenstein it back together in a jiffy!"
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 26, 2010 20:38:08 GMT -5
“Why don’t you do us all a favor and go make your own survivor group? Three should be enough to fight these mealy-mouthed bastards.”
Patrick merely ignored the man's comment. Yes, it was asine, but there was no reason create more drama when your ultimate goal was to survive. Thus, he payed attention to the young woman named Moro. Patrick sorta snickered at Moro's greeting. Clearly, the couple didn't like each other. Still, Patrick did the honorable thing and greeted her back.
"My name Patrick Schrader," he repeated, "and I'm sorry to intrude but I say we should stay together, for our chances of survivial will greatly increase with our combined efforts."
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 26, 2010 20:39:36 GMT -5
Keith folded his arms, practically pouting when Mason merely laughed off his question. It was completely goddamn serious! That girl could’ve been a CEDA spy! Or worse yet, an ex-girlfriend!
Refusing to go inside along with the possible-spy, the paranoia-struck hobo simply slid around the so-called “Irish Bear”, putting Mason in between himself and the girl. However, that didn’t work for long; soon, another girl was strolling out of the forest, and Mason soon had her on her way back to the house as well. Keith’s jaw dropped, even more so when a third survivor (this one was a dude) walked out like there were streamers and confetti flying off the cabin or something.
The Southerner stared after the three: there was the first girl, Sophia, who had the cart and was mumbling to herself. Then there was the second girl, Alissa or something, who looked like the army guys who’d bombed the hobo’s innocent camping expedition. (That made her suspicious automatically.) And there was the last guy, Patty or some name in that general area, who looked like a cowboy straight out of the movies, and that was just weird.
“Huh,” Keith sighed, still hiding behind Mason. “Guess this means I gotta stick ‘round for introductio–”
He froze mid-sentence, cut off by the loud hooting of an owl couple. Recalling a time in which owls had attacked him and clawed him to the point that he’d washed up next to a bridge with enough claw marks to get himself into a hospital, the daredevil ducked, trying to hide himself even more behind the monstrous Irishman. He looked around for somewhere else to hide in case the owls got hungry; the lake was a no-go, that would end up either like the Tunnel of Love or the incident with the swimming owls. And the woods...He could swear there was a human-shaped silhouette out there with a pitchfork, just waiting to eat him.
Swallowing a lump of fear, Keith pushed himself to his feet and started to attempt (that’s the keyword) to shove Mason towards the cabin. “Goddamn, I gotta get outta here! Roy got a car out here? Or a bike? Aw, man, I didn’ even finish packin’ a lunch!”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 26, 2010 21:35:44 GMT -5
“Goddamn, I gotta get outta here! Roy got a car out here? Or a bike? Aw, man, I didn’ even finish packin’ a lunch!”
Was Keith seriously afraid of owls? Of all things, owls? Sure, there was probably a story behind it, but the thought of it just made the large man laugh. He stopped, however, when the hobo actually tried to push him back to the cabin.
"Keith! Bloody hell, man! What has you so worked up?" He pulled Keith around so that he was now in front of him.
"Calm down will ya'? As soon as Kameko is up and ready to go, we'll pack up and get moving, alright?"
Figuring that would calm him down a bit, Mason went back into the cabin to find Shane holding onto Moro's arm, his expression ticked off, Moro was introducing herself, the newcomers didn't seem bothered by Shane at all.....
All and all, it looked pretty good.
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 26, 2010 22:06:45 GMT -5
The hobo had really felt he was making progress in moving Mason back towards the cabin, noticing that the grass beneath his feet was moving. Then he realized that Mason hadn’t moved an inch: he’d simply dragged the scrawny little daredevil around to talk face-to-face. Unfortunately, the message wasn’t particularly important...
“‘Calm down’?” Keith exclaimed, clutching his head in an over-dramatic expression of agony. (He could have fainted on cue as well, but that wouldn’t have worked quite as well.) “How th’ hell am I s’posed to calm down when I’m surrounded by owls, water, an’ Blood Farmers? Goddammit, man, do you not comprehend the danger we, and more specifically me, are in?”
Sadly, the Irish Bear did not comprehend the terrifying opponents within the very forest; the man simply strolled off to chat with the possible spies. Keith scoffed, casting aside his terror for the moment to sneer, “If you’d got clawed up by inch-long owl claws, you’d understand.”
Keith stood defiantly for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder. The Blood Farmer shadow was still there, pitchfork raised. In the distance, more owls hooted their own mocking cries. The Southerner paled.
It didn’t take any more motivation to send him rocketing past Mason, into the house, and straight to the kitchen. Step one, pack a lunch. Step two, pack up your belongings. (Step two-and-a-half, cross out Step two; he hadn’t brought anything besides the clothes on his back and the guns strapped to those clothes) And Step three, make like a tree and leave, like an egg and beat it, or like a banana and get the hell away from the goddamn owls.
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Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 26, 2010 22:11:22 GMT -5
Alissa blinked at the terrified Kieth running past, then turned to Mason and asked...
"What's eating him? Scared of owls or something?"
Alissa chuckles at the rediculousness of her own comment.
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 26, 2010 22:27:20 GMT -5
Patrick saw Keith zooming through the cabin. Clearly this guy was nuts, crazier than Sophia. Although while he was concern about the boy's mental health and how it might effect the team, he still chuckled at the hobo. Then he spoke up with some words of wisdom.
"You know, we have guns, so if those pesky owls or blood farmers decided to attack, we could take them out; and trust me, I have excellent aim. But we should be more worried about those zombies than whatever is eating him up." Hopefully, the kid listened to his words and would calm down, for Patrick couldn't afford his fantic attics to stir up danger.
He then directed his attention to Mason and introduced himself for the third time that night, "My name is Patrick Schrader."
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 27, 2010 17:14:20 GMT -5
Slapping himself in the face at Keith's riduculous behaviour, he was glad that one of the new guys, Patrick, was willing to try to calm him down.
Speaking of introductions, "Pleasure ta' meet you lad. Name's Mason Breaker. And don't worry too much about Keith. He'll settle down once he's good and distracted. You'll see."
Flashing a pleasent smile, he looked around the room, his eyes falling on Sophia's little....Project. He was feeling a mix of interest and outright confusion. But there was something on his mind that he wanted to check up on.
"Excuse me for a moment, gonna check up on our friend."
That said, he strolled up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of the room where Kameko was sleeping, and peered into the room, his expression gentle.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Apr 27, 2010 17:43:17 GMT -5
Roy, now shirtless, sloshed from the nice pool (lake, but Roy preferred to think of it as his pool) in the direction of his cabin. He shook himself off, looking as male model-ish as possable. He'd heard, over his own splashing and occasional diving, the clink of dancing metal and the dischord of voices. Oh joy... more guests... Roy rolled his eyes as he snatched up his flannel, the purple now a maroon with his own dried blood. I should really clean this shit... ran through his head as he went to investigate the new voices in his literal neck of the woods.
"Anyone want to tell me why people keep getting invited to my house? Goddammit, I'm not freakin' eight-teen anymore, houseparties aren't my specialty." Oh yeah. Putting on the charm for the newcomers. His machete slid easily from the oiled sheath at his hip. "Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is goin on here?"
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 27, 2010 18:20:58 GMT -5
Sophia looked up at the new guy coming in to the cabin.
"Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is goin on here?" He said as he drew his machete.
"Well hello! That's a big knife you got there! But I got lots more." She gives a big grin as she waves her knife-ridden coat a bit.
"My name is Sophia Desmond. But you can call me the Lord of Blades! Jeez, how many times have I had to introduce myself today..."
She mumbles to herself for a moment, and goes back to attaching the battery to her device. After a brief moment, she looks up again, "Oh! Right! Big knife!"
She starts digging through her coat, "Where'd I put... AHA!" She pulls out a large butcher's cleaver meant for for cutting through bone.
"Right, you planning on using that thing or are we going to play nice?" She smiles sweetly to the soaking wet man.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Apr 27, 2010 21:56:26 GMT -5
Roy laughed at the girls cleaver. Her ambition was amiable, but still, she wasn't worth it at the moment. He had a small asian waiting on him upstairs. "Alright, ground rules. No loud parties, eat what ya' need, drink what ya' can, and touch the trophies and I swear to god I'll cut off your hands." He turned and, throwing his shirt over his shoulder, entered the cabin.
Damn was he tired of these new people showing up. What the fuck was this, the Zombie Pest Controll Incorporated? Jesus... Three more people at the same time? Sure he was all for sticking together, but this shit was just ASKING for a Multi-Tank intrusion and... well, let's just say those didn't have a happy ending.
Finally reaching his room, he moved what was left of his own makeshift barricade (sp?) away from the door and looked down at his freshly treated girlfriend. "Hey love... You alright?" He was ever so sheepish as he stood over his own bed and looked down at the girl who'd recently almost bled out in his arms... twice. "Look... It was.... I just... Motherfucker..." He couldn't even find the fuckin words for this. What the hell happened to the well thought out everything of twelve seconds ago? I swear to god, I'm never dating again...
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 27, 2010 23:05:53 GMT -5
"Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is goin on here?" He said as he drew his machete.
Startled, Patrick turned his attention at the shirtless man who just entered the cabin. This was the second man tonight that didn't seem too excited at the new company. Patrick thought of the young man's attempt to be tough a bit ridiculous, although somewhat honorable. One man with a machete vs 5 people, one (being himself) armed with a rifle and a veteran of the world's greatest army, was pretty much a one-sided fight. Though, before Patrick could say word, Sophia introduced herself and seemed to clam the situation down.
The man then said, "Alright, ground rules. No loud parties, eat what ya' need, drink what ya' can, and touch the trophies and I swear to god I'll cut off your hands." He then walked upstairs, though he still seemed iritated, although Patrick would understand. I mean, he would be iritated if random people entered his home without his permission when all hell was broke loose. Still, taking the man's word as his invitation, Patrick found a chair and plotted down on to it.
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 28, 2010 10:11:04 GMT -5
She watched as the man left, her cleaver still drawn in her hand, she called out after he was out of sight, "Alright, no parties, I promise."
Then she mumbled, "But sorry if I set something on fire."
She snickered a bit to hersef and then put the cleaver back into her coat, and got back to work. She was now fitting some plastic around her strange device. After she was done, she rose from her messy spot on the floor and began to explore the cabin, looking for a lightbulb.
Going about her business, she looked thruogh cupbords and drawers looking for a bulb or anything really to test her device on.
"Grr... Is there no bloody spare electronics in this place? Who's idea was it to build this place for cavemen?"
Should there be anything electronic, her frantic searches have caused her to glance over them, missing them entirely.
After her fruitless search, the mechanist began to pace back and forth throughout the room, thinking of what next to do.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Apr 28, 2010 16:17:08 GMT -5
“Mmm…Mudkips…” Kameko slurred as she opened her dark blue eyes. She sat up and yawned, scratching the sleep from her eyes. A bright smile lit up her small, petite face as she saw Roy standing at the foot of the bed.
She waved hyperly at the man. “Hi, Roy! Man, your bed is comfortable; no wonder you sleep well on it! I slept like a baby~!” The black-haired Asian slipped off the bed and skipped over, throwing her arms over his shoulders. She was surprised she could reach. “I just had the funniest dream! At first it was normal, but then the people from Pokemon popped in and I was all like, ‘Lol, what?’” She laughed at the pure craziness of it.
The teen then sauntered toward the door and poked her head out. She could hear voices coming from downstairs and grew excited. What was all the big fuss about? She turned back to Roy beaming.
“Why don’t we get the others together and get the hell out of here?” Kameko suggested.
Not waiting for a reply, she took off down the hallway and cleared the stairs two steps at a time. When she reached the bottom, Kameko saw Shane with his shirt off looking non-too pleased, Moro peeking glances at him, Mason, and three new people. One was a girl who was wandering around the cabin, a man who looked like a cowboy from those movies she sometimes watched with her father, and another woman.
“Oh wow, new people!” Kameko exclaimed a little too cheerfully. She pranced around the room, circling the cowboy and the woman. She poked the cowboy man on the shoulder. “Do you have a trusty stead like they have in the movies?” She then turned to the other woman and poked her. “What’s up with the get-up? Were you in the army?” She then turned to the weird contraption on the floor and flounced over, staring at it curiously. “Hey! What does this thing do?”
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