Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 12, 2009 6:40:25 GMT -5
(Taking place a few days before the beginning of the main campaign)
Down at the abandoned mall, things were unnaturally quiet. The entire place had been cleared out, absence of the infected horde was noticable in the air. The cause of this emptied shopping district, was currently wandering the aisles of the extended EB Games in an awed daze.
This being was not the war-beaten ex-military, nor was it the spunky young teen upstart caught in the apocalypse. This was the person previously named Jack Campbell, and this was his stash.
At every game he came across, Jack picked it up in a clawed hand to view it's contents and remember the days that he would spend in this store before... well, the whole becoming infected thing. Adjusting the specatcles with the palm of his hand to avoid cutting himself a third time, he caught his reflection briefly in the glint of the plastic wrap. It wasn't that he looked bad, (In fact, much like a cross between John Vattic and Captain Kuro.) it was the glowing eyes, the fangs and the slightly off-color skin he didn't exactly appreciate. It made it hard to attract women.
That was when the other voice in his head told him that it was a stupid reason, most of the women in the city were either dead or infected. Hell, in retrospect they made him look more badass.
Suddenly, a loud echoing thump came from outside the store, causing Jack to turn around in suprise. "A visitor?" He asked aloud, a habit he'd picked up. "Well, this should be interesting. let the hunt begin!" And with that, he leapt up into the ceiling and began the wait for his potential prey to emerge.
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Post by Skynet on May 15, 2009 17:07:31 GMT -5
[[Sorry to take so long, I had to work on the Character quite a bit before I got him right]]
Tomas Madden hummed an old Grateful Dead song as he strode through the corridor. He had gotten tired of Sears, where he had been camping out for a couple of days, and walking out into the mall now was as refreshing as walking out into springtime. His left arm swung cheerfully, clutching a Craftsman 19.2-volt cordless reciprocating saw, his right arm... well, his right arm was his phantom arm, and he had learned to do without.
“I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe, but at least I'm enjoying...Hey!” Tommy stopped singing abruptly. The EB Games window was shattered and games were scattered all over the floor, in stark contrast to the rest of the mall, which was spotless and deserted.
“What's this?” he called in his lilting Irish accent. Hefting his power saw, he kicked away the remaining shards of glass and stepped cautiously through the window.
[[Lyrics belong to Grateful Dead, not to me, if that wasn't obvious:P]]
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 15, 2009 23:05:26 GMT -5
(For the record, glowing text are snippets said by Campbell, not Jack.)
Peering through the gaps in the ventilation shaft, Both Jack and Campbell watched the visitor enter the store through a shattered window.
An irishman? Well that's certainly different.
[glow=red,2,300]Think he's a drinker?[/glow]
Heh yeah, maybe he's got half a pint of Guiness in him.
[glow=red,2,300]And a missing arm too. Must be a unique flavor then.[/glow]
Shifting through the air ducts, he would observe this powersaw weilding irishman until it was a good time to emerge and strike.
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Post by Skynet on May 16, 2009 10:47:29 GMT -5
[[Something may be wrong with the skin or lack thereof that I have for RZ, all the text showed up in italics with no glowing involved...Might I suggest putting asterisks or dashes or something around one of the personalities? Also... as a pseudo-avid beer drinker, a half-pint is like one serving and really isn't that much ]] The large Irishman surveyed the store warily. “I won't hurt you,” he said out loud. He rolled his shoulders to loosen them a bit before he lifted his makeshift weapon. Walking around the perimeter of the store, his feet crunched over a few boxes. He perused the shelves idly for a minute, then turned to leave. It was obvious that no one was here. That's when he heard a tiny noise from the ceiling.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 16, 2009 20:38:20 GMT -5
(Ok, it's been changed to asterisks. And for the record, a half-pint flowing through your bloodstream may be a bit much.)
The noise was indeed a bad one. The slightly muted creaking noise of the airduct screws loosening. This was something that both Jack and Campbell always hated and knew would get them into strife.
*Aw hell no.*
Curse these laws of physics!
And then, the ventilation shaft gave way, dropping them both to the floor with a loud crash.
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Post by Skynet on May 17, 2009 14:46:51 GMT -5
[[Dude... you'd have to inject it, intravenously lol]]
A giant crash caused Tommy to spin around and start back to the store. Chances are whatever it was already knew he was there, so there was no point in stealth. “Are...Are you alright?” he called into the darkness.
In his gut, he knew that whoever it was couldn't be alright. There was no reason to hide in the airducts of a completely deserted mall unless you were ill or up to no good. The handheld saw whirred to life. Tommy began to circle the pile of debris.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 17, 2009 18:54:49 GMT -5
Now buried under the fallen debris from the roof, the form let out a groan and a mumble of pain.
"Fucking ow..."
*Oh great work dickweed, now he knows someone's under here.*
Shove it, it was your idea to hide in the ducts.
The sound of the irishman's powersaw powering up became a whine as it's owner circled the debris. Prepped up for a quick escape if needed, Jack and Campbell slowly rose out of the rubble with both hands up in a classic hostage situation. Maybe this person could be reasoned with, find a non violent solution to the problem.
Ok, roll for charisma...
"This may seem bad, but don't do anything just yet.
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Post by Skynet on May 17, 2009 19:25:46 GMT -5
“And who the hell are you?” Tommy asked the stranger warningly. The man's eyes shone crimson like an animal.
After a few seconds spent staring at the creature in the rubble Tommy revised his question. “What the hell are you?”
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 17, 2009 20:29:18 GMT -5
Damn it. Really was hoping he wouldn't look too carefully. Maybe some brutal honesty might help difuse the situation.
"...I'm not gonna lie to you. I was human, but now I'm not. Suddenly I am what some of you people refer to as a leech. But that does not mean I'm a mindless slavering dope like the others. Don't ask why, I have no clue why that is."
Suddenly, his head jolted to the side and whipped around again to the direction of the irishman. He then said in a low, dark growl of a voice:
"*But I think I do...*"
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Post by Skynet on May 17, 2009 22:29:48 GMT -5
Well, we have a conundrum here. Not only was it intelligent, but it appeared to have at least two different personalities. Tommy frowned. Never seen one of those before, not up close.
It was interesting, really. A schizophrenic Leech was evidence that some zombies, at least, retained their personalities. Suddenly he felt a bit of irrational guilt for the infected that he had killed before entering the mall. He felt a little sorry for the poor creature standing in front of him.
“I should kill you,” Tommy said slowly. “I will if you give me a reason to. But I'm on the fence... If you give me a good reason not to, then I won't.” He revved his saw a little bit for emphasis.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 17, 2009 23:11:52 GMT -5
*Seems to be hesitant, but I still don't go past the powersaw.*
Hm, looks like we'll have to seal the deal in these next few moments, roll for initiative!
Returning back to the 'normal' voice of Jack, he spoke slowly and carefully.
"What if we were to... collaberate on something, so to speak. A joint effort if you will. Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, excetra. How's about that?"
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Post by Skynet on May 17, 2009 23:24:40 GMT -5
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” scoffed Tommy, shifting his weight to his opposite leg. “You don't have anything I need.”
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 18, 2009 0:04:32 GMT -5
"Ah, not so. For I am well aware that your powersaw must eventually run out of power. And then what is a one armed irishman to do against the infected hordes awaiting him?"
He paused momentarily to let this statement sink in.
"What I can offer is a form of protection, a potential ally against the ravenous creatures on the outside. Of course, if you're against the idea of joining forces with a leech..."
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Post by Skynet on May 18, 2009 0:21:02 GMT -5
“This one-armed Irishman is armed in other ways,” Tommy retorted, brandishing his Glock. “What's my guarantee you won't turn on me?”
Tommy thought for a minute. Even if he could exact a promise from the Leech, he didn't trust either of the personalities as far as he could throw them. And, though he was a big man, that wasn't very far. But still, there was some advantage to having a Leech on your side. It could prove a valuable opportunity to learn something.
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Tanjuu
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Post by Tanjuu on May 18, 2009 20:15:21 GMT -5
*Oh snap, he got you there Jack.*
And who's side are you on again?
"I am at a loss for what to say. What, if anything, should I do to show my worth and gain your trust?"
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