DJAtomika
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Oh no you didn't.
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Post by DJAtomika on Jun 11, 2009 23:04:38 GMT -5
Walking slowly along the long road to the Planetarium, Jak watched as a car passed him by, its occupants probably mistaking him for one of the common Infected and passing him by without killing him. Sighing, he steeled his shoulders, gripping his baseball bat and his machete tightly, and pressing on resolutely, determined to meet the survivors at the Planetarium. He broke into a slow jog and pressed on.
Stopping along the way to dispatch of a particular Infected that had been stalking him since the start of his walk, he reached the entrance to the Planetarium, spotting the car the other survivors were in earlier, outside the entrance. He stopped beside the car, peering inside and noting nothing of interest. In fact, there was nothing in the car, its occupants apparently having taken everything from it to continue into the building.
Sighing, he pushed open the heavy glass doors, peering inside and looking around, before noticing sets of footprints leading in a sensible direction further into the Planetarium. The footsteps seemed hurried, perhaps the survivors had noticed someone else inside needing help, and had rushed off to help him/her. He began to follow the tracks, weaving in and out of various rooms, so on and so forth.
Stopping to catch his breath, he cracked open a bottle of mineral water, still okay, and drank from it. He began to move on, before he noticed a light pitter-patter coming from behind him. Turning 'round, he noticed a small dog, a golden retriever, dirty and ragged, trotting slowly behind him. He smiles, a soft smile, and kneels down to scratch the dog behind the ears. He uncaps the bottle of water and pours some into his hand, letting the dog drink from it. He gets a sandwich from his backpack, unwraps it and tears it in half for the dog to eat. He eats the other half and watches as the little pooch eats up the sandwich.
Maybe I'll take you as a friend. He smiles and picks up the poor thing, cradling it in his arms and smiling when it licks his face. He continues to follow the tracks in the dried blood coating the floor, occasionally calling out to the survivors he had spotted in the car, if they were alive at all, and not one of the many bodies along the hallways and piled up on the floor.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 12, 2009 18:11:14 GMT -5
Reined in by the sudden tightness in his chest, Donny slowed his mad dash to a sort of loping gallop. But the slower pace was OK... he needed a second to think about what to do with this new information. Jill would know what to do, of course, but she was grievously wounded and obviously not thinking clearly as evidenced by her attraction to the Swedish Interloper. And he wasn't going to share anything at all about his dad with the Interloper. Screw the bastard. Hmm... Like his mom, Gray was injured, and he was mental half the time to boot. So the number of people he could trust with this was clearly quite small.
Donny stopped and leaned on a wall strut. He took the ID back out and turned it slowly in his hands. The only option was to take it to Tanjuu and tell the tall man everything he knew about his father and the way he was redeployed, as well as General Herschel, the infection, and everything that Donny had overheard about Exhibit D.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 12, 2009 22:05:45 GMT -5
Gray watched Donny for a moment and then walked passed him, continuing around the circular hallway that encompassed the dome. He turned and spotted what he had been looking for-- a vending machine.
"All right!"
He rushed toward it and raised his bat before smashing the front wall and pulling out a warm Coke, "Sweet Jesus..." He took a long swig and stuck two more in his cargo pockets, one for Donny, one for Jill. The others could come get their own. He turned and was going to head back around to where Donny was when he spotted a man carrying a dog. He gripped his bat just in case and waved at the man with his bottle-filled hand, "Yo," he offered, taking another sip, "You ok?"
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DJAtomika
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Oh no you didn't.
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Post by DJAtomika on Jun 13, 2009 9:23:25 GMT -5
Jak looked up.
Other survivors. Finally!
He waved back. 'Yeah. I'm fine. So's my little pal.' He strokes the dog's back gently, smiling as it looks up and licks his face.
'We're both tired and need some human company. You guys need an extra hand?' He set the dog down gently and took out his weapons, the baseball bat and machete, both equally drenched in blood. He held them at his sides and raised an eyebrow, while the dog just stood there and watched.
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Post by Skynet on Jun 13, 2009 14:01:24 GMT -5
Milena dried hurriedly and put her damp clothes back on, pushing up the sleeves of her jacket so she wouldn't drip on stuff. “Hey,” she told her reflection. “Take a chill pill. You think too much.” The girl wound her hair into a messy bun, stabbed it through with a pencil to hold it in place, and exited the bathroom. She took long strides and composed her face as best she could. She was going to ask the others what the food situation was like. Sooner or later someone would have to make a raid.
After a minute she found somebody. Gray and... a stranger? Hopefully with guns and food!
Milena drew herself up to her full height, which was only five foot even if you were generous, and wished she were a little taller. She felt very small and plain next to the new guy, who had glowing pale eyes and a pretty freaking awesome snake tattoo.
“Milena,” she introduced herself, gratified that her voice didn't squeak. “We haven't met yet.” Then she forgot all sense of propriety and squealed, “You have a PUPPY!”
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DJAtomika
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Oh no you didn't.
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Post by DJAtomika on Jun 13, 2009 21:06:27 GMT -5
Jak smiled as Milena, after shaking her hand, squealed after noticing his little friend, now sitting, beside his leg and leaning against him.
'Yep. Just found him. I'm gonna call him Paws.'
He scratched behind his new-found friend's ear, listening to him growl in delight. He smiles and straightens up. He extends his hand to the guy standing next to Milena.
'Name's Jackson, though people call me Jak.'
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Post by Shiro on Jun 13, 2009 22:15:44 GMT -5
Gray set his Coke on the floor and smiled back at him and transferred his bat to his left hand before shaking the man's with his right, "My name's Gray."
He transferred the bat back over and looked at Milena and the dog before looking back to Jak and shrugging his bat a little, "Great minds think alike, dude."
He liked him... he seemed more on Gray's level than the other guys... Speed Racer and Long, Tall and Ugly. Gray envied his tattoos a little, but reminded himself that he had way more metal than the other. He grinned at him and pat his shoulder roughly before offering one of the Coke's to him, "Here."
He picked up his own and took a long sip.
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((So what are Jill and Luke doing, Nicole?))
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 10:07:23 GMT -5
[[Right...I'm torn between her just passing the fuck out or else seducing Luke...she wants to do both!]]
Back in the bathroom, Jill snickered weakly as Luke dried his face and Donovan stormed out with a look of sheer fury on his little face. Donny could be a snarky little asshole when he was pissed off. Reminded her of herself a little bit. Now as to why he was mad at Luke all of a sudden, well... God only knew what the perceived offense could have been. Luke had been nothing but kind to Donovan.
When the Swede wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, she forgot everything else. He was very very warm. A tear ran down her face for the life that she used to have... a job, a house, a man. Well, those things were gone now, not that the job or the house were anything special to begin with, and the man had been the one to do the leaving in the first place, so fuck em'. She deliberately nestled closer to Luke, pressing her face into his muscular torso and breathing in his scent.
When Gray screamed off in the distance and Luke expressed his concern and made as if to go find him, Jill felt a sudden flash of annoyance. Gray was probably just being a drama queen. She reached for Luke's hand and tugged him down until he was seated on the couch beside her. “Stay here with me,” she whispered huskily. “Gray can take care of himself.”
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Milena tackled the retriever, giggling as the dog licked her nose. Paws reminded her so much of her old dog Sasha that it was uncanny. She wrestled Paws down to the floor and gave him a vigorous belly scratch, which he responded to by kicking his leg repeatedly in that adorable way that dogs do. It was really hard to be afraid of a man who had his puppy with him. If she judged right, Paws was indeed still a puppy, albeit a large, feisty, and almost full-grown one.
Playing with Paws gave her just enough courage to venture a question. “What's your tattoo mean?” Then she blushed again. Obviously it was a snake. But was there a story behind it?
Milena was mad at herself again. Why couldn't she be good at anything besides gymnastics? These people didn't even know who she was. Why couldn't she be good at something else, like, say, making simple conversation? Ugh.
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In the meantime, Donovan was watching from the shadows. He saw the stranger appear, accompanied by a large and friendly-looking dog, and although he wanted to run pet the dog like the girl Milena was doing, he stayed put. Goddammit, life needed to slow the fuck down. No more surprises or new people or zombie attacks until he figured this shit out. He backed off slowly, and then, when he was sure the happy trio (quartet if you counted the dog) would not see him, he turned and ran.
So why had he and Jill come to Chicago in the first place? Well... she said when they first left Texas that there would be people at Wilkes Air Force Base who knew what was going on. Ben Rodrigues was supposed to have been at Wilkes for a brief meeting with Hershel before being redeployed. I know... different branches of the military actually cooperating for once? How screwy is that? But Wilkes had been completely deserted when they first arrived in Chicago. If General Herschel were here after all, then there had to be someone somewhere that knew what was going on, or maybe had a cure...
But Herschel's corpse told a different story. It meant that the military was pitiful, little-girl helpless. Donny's head was going in circles. Maybe they were just completely fucked after all.
Donny's head hurt. For now, the only thing he would do would be to share this information and put the burden on someone else. He resumed his search for Tanjuu.
[[Wilkes is made-up... I think...]]
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DJAtomika
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Post by DJAtomika on Jun 14, 2009 11:02:52 GMT -5
Jak smiled and took a swig from the bottle of Coke Gray had lobbed at him. Warm, but a comfort nevertheless.
'It doesn't mean anything, really. I got this because it looked cool. Now, it just means I'm silent, like a snake. 'Cept for the bit where snakes hiss, ya know?' He wiggles his fingers and makes a hissing noise, before chuckling softly and kneeling down to gently stroke paws.
'For the past 6 months I've been living off the ruins. Scrambling here and there, trying to stay alive. I've been meeting with another group of survivors, before you guys. They were planning to head to the Navy Pier, try and get a boat to ferry us out.
A few hours before the boat we managed to radio came into dock, our position at the end of the pier got overrun. Most of the group died where they stood. A few got pushed into the river and drowned. I managed to escape by jumping into the river after I ditched everything I had. Swam a few blocks away and managed to get back up onto street level where I tried to find a safe place to sleep.
I lost many good friends that day, as well as an assault rifle and ammunition that I looted from a military patrol, dead at their posts. I scrounged around for weapons, food, water, a safe place to sleep, everything changing within the day. Then I saw the sign pointing towards the Planetarium, and I thought : "What the heck, I'll just go there." And then I found you guys.'
Jak stands up and heads to the smashed vending machine, reaching inside to grab another bottle of Coke for later. As he heads back, an Infected, unknown to the rest of them, lurches forward to latch onto Jak's back. He bends over and flips the thing up and over him, then curbstomps its face, before cleanly slicing its head off with his machete.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 14, 2009 14:18:12 GMT -5
Gray turned and ran toward Jak, "Holy shit... good job." There wasn't much else to do or say and he felt stupid just standing there, so he resorted to walking past the other and grabbing another Coke for Jill, sense he had given hers to Jack. Heh, Jak and Jill... Gray smiled and then shook it away, Jill would never go for this guy. From how conscious Gray had been, he could tell that she was gaga over that faggot Swede. No, no, that was mean. Luke was awesome... he had saved everyone, even Gray... No use in calling him a fag. He turned back around and smiled warmly at Milena and the puppy.
"I used to have a Golden... his name was Eddie."
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Luke looked at Jill, eyes wide in slight confusion, now was not the time to be coming on to him... if that was what she was doing. He sighed and rubbed his face a little before looking back at her and shaking his head, "But what if there really is something wrong? What if something is happening to your son as we sit here?"
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Post by Skynet on Jun 14, 2009 17:02:57 GMT -5
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jill said incredulously. “Fine. I”m the injured one. So go check on the people who didn't have a two-hundred pound zombie jump on them and rip open their jugular. That makes a metric fucking ton of sense.” She turned so that she was facing the back of the couch. “Bye now,” she muttered angrily.
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Milena tore her gaze from Paws and started, agape, at Jak and the beheaded zombie. “Wow...” she said, even more in awe of the tattooed man than she was before. Then, in a pleading voice, “Teach me how to do that?” That was seriously the sweetest move she had ever seen, including Keisha London's floor routine in the '12 Olympics. (Keisha had placed just above her, but should have gotten the gold, in Milena's opinion.)
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DJAtomika
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Oh no you didn't.
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Post by DJAtomika on Jun 14, 2009 21:22:19 GMT -5
'That's what you learn when you survive for 6 months with these bastards. Guns and shit will do fine, but when you run out of ammo, that's when you have to learn to use your fists.'
He grabs the infected's shirt and wipes his machete clean with it, before doing the same with his bat.
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Tanjuu
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Tanjuu on Jun 14, 2009 23:04:30 GMT -5
Making strides towards the Coke machine, Tanjuu's thoughts floated through his mind like ice on Scotch whisky.
Just walk over there and take a bottle, nobody's gonna stop you, no hand coming out of the vending machine to try and tear you a new one, no bitchy follower wanting first taste, just you and refreshment.
Stepping over the fallen corpse of the unfortunate bastard taken by the stranger, Tanjuu pulled a bottle from the machine, nodded a greeting to the newcomer, politely smiled at Milena and walked away.
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Post by Shiro on Jun 15, 2009 15:38:52 GMT -5
((Nicole, Vermin are little, go look at their profile.))
Luke looked at her and stood, "You selfish bitch." He turned and walked away from her toward where he head the screams. By now he was sure that everyone was fine. Now his priority was to get away from the whiny high school girl on the couch. He wasn't into that stuff-- drama, was it? That's why he had gone to an all boy private school. No girls to cause shit like that. What a waste of time. He turned the corner to see Tanjuu, Gray, the new girl, and a man he hadn't yet met.
"Hello, there!" He offered, waving, before walking up to them, passing the vending machine and grabbing a Sierra Mist with minimal effort.
Gray smiled at him and waved before running over to him, "Is Jill ok? And have you seen Donny?"
Luke shook his head and opened his can, taking a long sip before meeting the boy's eyes, "I haven't seen Donovan, and at this point, I couldn't care less what happens to Miss Gillian."
Gray quirked a brow and took a sip of his own Coke, "'She do something stupid?"
"Incredibly." Luke spoke over the rim of his can and then smiled up at Gray, "Glad to see you're doing better."
Gray grinned and looked up to see Tanjuu, "Yo, man, what's up?"
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Post by Skynet on Jun 15, 2009 18:25:52 GMT -5
[[Not to be argue-y but it doesn't say how big they are in the profile... oh well... want me to change it or just chalk it up to Jill being pissy and prone to exaggeration?]]
“Yeah, sure,” mumbled Jill under her breath. “I'm such a selfish bitch that I gave up my entire fucking youth to raise a kid. Self-righteous fucking prick.” She staggered to her feet. Gingerly, she probed the bandage on her neck. It hurt, a lot. And although the bleeding had slowed, it had already soaked through the bandage again. Grimacing, she ripped it off and tore a strip off of the bottom of her tank top. I solemnly vow that when this is all over I'm going to find a department store and restock my wardrobe. She tied it snugly around her throat, bandana style, with another strip of cloth wadded up underneath to staunch any remaining leakage. It hurt, sure, but her pride hurt worse.
But on the bright side, her dizziness had receded, her bad knee was holding up, and she was full of the kind of restless indignant anger that makes it really hard to sit still, even if you ARE sort of injured. Jill hobbled a few steps, then contorted herself into a couple of T'ai Chi poses just to make 100% sure she wasn't going to fall over.
Her plan formulated like this: check on Donovan, make a list of all the entrances to the building, and then use one of those entrances to take a fucking hike. Not a permanent one, of course, but the night was silent now and she was stealthy enough to elude most Infected if she were on her own. And she wanted to be on her own. If she stayed inside the building chances were she would hit someone or worse... At this point, she was through giving a fuck about anyone but Donovan and he would be safe enough here until she got back. With a change of clothes and maybe even a meal or two if she could make it to the Wal-Mart she had seen.
So Jill left her secluded little area, stopping at the now-deserted ladies' room to grab her Jansport. All its contents were intact, thank God, or she would have had to bang some heads together. She could see Donny walking idly down the hall and muttering to himself. Strange little kid. But he seemed fine, so she turned the other direction and slipped through a mostly inconspicuous door marked “No Entry”.
With any luck, she'd be back before anyone missed her.
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