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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 2, 2011 22:21:57 GMT -5
(( *hurls continuity out the window* Yay for new thread! ))
Keith didn’t know much about maps, but he knew that the Mississippi River got to Mississippi eventually and Mississippi was not only hard to spell, it was close to Georgia. According to the map in the dock shack, the Mississippi River was at least partly in Illinois. The obvious solution, Keith decided, was to build a boat and drag it over to the river and row home.
Oblivious to the scattered corpses, the southerner picked up ever spare plank of wood he could find, whether from lumber piles or the broken-down vessels, and lugged them over to one rowboat, the Little Luna. He could only carry two or three at a time, but each one gave him an opportunity to plug the holes in the land-bound Luna. If there were extra pieces, he could turn them into oars.
He stumbled back to the Luna, each arm trying to carry and balance a 2 by 4. He dropped each next to the little rowboat, then stared at the pile. Probably enough. If he needed more, he’d get it the next morning. It was already sunset; he’d rather stick close to the dock house.
“Okay,” he said aloud, mostly to hear the sound of his own voice. It got lonely being all on your own. “I need a hammer an’ some nails. An’ maybe gloves so I don’t knock off a finger.” He paused, thinking. “...Izzit even possible to hammer off a finger?” He shrugged, already starting back to the shack. “Only one way ta find out.”
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Post by Austin Murphy on Apr 2, 2011 23:18:21 GMT -5
Austin was no stranger about boats. He remembered when he was little, he accidently drove his uncle's boat in the dock. While he was punished the summer, he knew that it was unwise to go full throttle if you couldn't handle it. While it was a good lesson, he doesn't live up to that theme all the time.
Austin's motivation at being the Marina was as common as anyelse; search for supplies and to find transport. Since winter was coming, the survivor needed to travel south to avoid the fidge weather. A boat could save him the hassle of walking and the currents could conserve any gas. He knew the river traveled south but wasn't sure how south. Still, it was better than staying here.
With his AK over his shoulder, Austin searched the docks for a realible vessal. Sadly, none of the boats were worthy of sail. Still, his kept on searching.
Just then he heard a voice. At first he thought he was going crazy, but as he continued walking, it seemed the voice was real. It seemed it was coming at the shack. He decided to investigate the wooden building, hoping there were any survivors. He shouted, "Hello, anyone out there!"
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 6, 2011 19:58:37 GMT -5
Keith jumped, fumbling the hammer he’d ‘borrowed’ from the shack. It slipped from his hands, spun through the air, and embedded itself in a table so old and molded that the new dent would probably just add character. Keith froze, looking around. He swore he heard a voice that wasn’t his own just then. Abandoning the hammer and nails for the time, he slid over to the door and chucked it open. Then he opened it politely after it bounced off the wall and nearly knocked his nose off.
And sure enough, right out there on the docks was an absolute stranger who looked shockingly alive. “Hey, yeah, I’m anyone!” Keith yelled back, waving from the door. “Who’re you?”
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Post by Austin Murphy on Apr 8, 2011 21:58:32 GMT -5
A responce. That's good. Austin was tried of being alone and it was nice to have some company. The stranger was a short man who spoke in a southern accent. He found the man's choice of clothing as strange; it looked like he was some sort of Eskamo. It reminded him of Kenny from South Park. Then again, his choice of clothing would be perfect when winter comes around.
"The name is Austin," he greeted back as he walked towards shack, "Is Anyone truely your name or are you just being an ass?"
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 9, 2011 21:33:44 GMT -5
Keith shrugged, smiling beneath his scarf. “Hey, you asked,” he said. “But nah, m’name’s Keith.” He waved again, then shuffled aside to hold the shack’s door open and motioned Austin inside. “C’mon in. I mean, it ain’t my house or anything, but I been here about a day, and there isn’t much furniture or nothin’, and it ain’t much to look at, but...” He trailed off, glancing into the dank recesses of the shack. “I, uh...I’m makin’ a boat,” he said, jumping to a new topic. “So that’s why I’m here. You got a reason or are ya just wanderin’?”
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Post by Austin Murphy on Apr 14, 2011 22:26:45 GMT -5
"Huh, Keith," replied Austin, "Nice to meet you." He looked around before entering into the shack. The southern was right in the fact that the shack wasn't appealing. But, it offer the two shelter. The mention of him making boat popped in his mind. "Oh nothing much, scavanging the harbor for supplies and whatnot. So, you are building a boat? Where do you plan on sailing to?"
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 15, 2011 21:39:36 GMT -5
“Georgia,” Keith replied immediately, smiling. He strolled out of the shack, leaving the door open so they could still talk even while he went back to work on the boat. Rowboats didn’t build themselves, after all. “S’where I’m from, ‘cept I’m not there now, so I wanna go back. Plus I gotta find m’friends Ellis and Dave and they might be there.” Keith paused, stopping in front of a battered schooner half-sunken already. “Speakin’ of, you seen ‘em? Ellis or Dave?”
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Post by Austin Murphy on Apr 15, 2011 22:24:41 GMT -5
Georgia, that was pretty south. It seemed like the direction he wanted to head. As Keith started stroll out of the shack, Austin tailed behind the southern. He asked whether not he seen any of his friends, in which the survivor replied, "I'm sorry, I haven't met any by the name of Dave or Ellis." Of course, in the land of large horizon of Zombieland, the chances of meeting anyone, specifically loved ones, are quite rare. He felt sorry for the Georgian, who might has all his ambition in finding his friends yet the odds greatly sided on them being dead. Still, Austin wasn't going to be a pestimistic douchebag and he figured he should help him out, especially since he could provide him transport. "But I'm quite sure they'll be alright. Anyways, where is this boat of your's?"
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Post by Keith the Great on May 3, 2011 19:58:40 GMT -5
“Damn straight they’ll be alright,” Keith said, laughing. “Ain’t neither of ‘em gonna die ‘fore I do. It’s like a law of nature or somethin’.” Still smiling bright enough for the emotion to reach his eyes, Keith practically bounced over to the boat, his boat. “It’s this one,” he announced, waving an arm at one ragged, landlubbing boat and a pile of wood next to it. “It ain’t as bad as it looks. Just gotta plug up all the leaks an’ it’ll prob’ly float.”
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 3, 2011 20:28:35 GMT -5
Austin smiled at the redneck's cheerful attitude. It was nice to see that somebody's humanity hasn't died. However, when he saw Keith's boat, his stomach sunk with disappointment. It reminded him of the times when his older brother and his friends would build boats by the lake. They were utter failures, usually sinking from sailing a few yards out. He wonder if there were any functioning vessals in the harbor that the two could sail away in. "So, um, how long have you been working on that?" He didn't want sound mean, but he did worry about staying afloat on the water.
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Post by Keith the Great on May 6, 2011 20:29:14 GMT -5
Keith stopped, tilting his head side to side and mulling over the question. He tapped out a few numbers in the sky. He counted numbers on his fingers. He drew it out a little in the air in front of him. “Oh, I dunno, it’s been a while now,” he said. “Maybe like...twen’y minutes? Somethin’ round that. I had to find a good boat and pick up wood an’ all.” He gave the boat a loving stare, that of a child with a new bike. “There weren’t many good ones, but this lil’ one’s a good size to fix up an’ oughta float good. Don’thca think?”
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 7, 2011 20:31:28 GMT -5
Austin continued to stare at the boat as if it was cursed. He wasn't sailor by any means, but somehow his gut was telling him that this might not workout right. Maybe it was his experience with his brother or that time he took a joyride in his Uncle's boat or maybe Keith seems like that type of guy who would do crazy stunts only to get harmed very badly (like from that Jackass show), but the college student knew that this plan was going to sink. Still, he didn't want to lower the southerner's feelings and figured if he were to help, maybe their escape would stay afloat. "Well, I must say that is an impressive vessel,," he encouragely said, "We could patch up the holes with duct tape but we do need ores."
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Post by Keith the Great on May 7, 2011 21:15:05 GMT -5
While he would never claim to be an expert with emotion, Keith was starting to worry about that look on Austin’s face. He didn’t look all that impressed. Maybe he was some sort of boat guy and didn’t like the makeshift repairs? He didn’t say anything about it, so Keith didn’t bother bringing it up. “You got any duct tape? I ain’t found none yet. An’ oars are good, that’s just like wood on a stick, right?”
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 8, 2011 14:55:06 GMT -5
Sadly, duct tape was one of those things that Austin didn't have on him. He was a man who was always prepared, yet he forgot to bring the most universal tool with him. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking on what he should do. Just then, it hit him. "I remember seeing a fishing shop or something like that near here," he stated, "I think it might have some duct tape. We could also find some oars or paddles there as well."
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Post by Keith the Great on May 15, 2011 20:05:42 GMT -5
“Sure hope so,” Keith said. “Duct tape’s like the band-aids for stuff that ain’t people.” He started off, whistling a tune and walking straight past Austin. A moment later, he stopped and turned back around. “I have no idea where I’m goin’,” he declared, saying it almost as if it were an achievement. “You lead the way, pal.”
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