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« Thread Started on Feb 6, 2008, 8:19pm » | |
The wind was knocked out of me as I fell onto the dry asphalt of a small parking lot of the Willamette Parkview Mall's leisure park. I had absolutely no clue where I could go to escape the walking dead that seemed abundant throughout the city. Eventually I had come to a tall wall, which I was able to climb with the motivation of staying alive.
Unfortunately, this place was almost as filled with zombies as the one I had just left, and I had only just enough time to jump to my feet before a pack of the monsters got to me. Before even breathing in again I was on my feet, running down what looked like a service road. On either side of me were solid brick walls that started to make me think I was running to a dead end.
Soon I came to the greener area of the leisure park, and I was so glad that I hadn't run into a solid wall that I took a moment to catch my breath. The undead had tried to follow me, but they were still far enough behind not to cause me any immediate concern. Right now I needed to find a way into the building that surrounded this area, or I was doomed.
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« Reply #1 on Feb 10, 2008, 9:40am » | |
On the other side of Leisure Park, Vincent Rialto was, exiting Paradise Plaza, making his way to North Plaza. The pamphlet in his possession[right hand], has a map of the mall... and from what it's telling him... it's east entrance should be at the top of some steps, along the far-north wall of the courtyard.
Also, under his left arm, is a large blue esky(or what you americans call a 'Cooler') filled to the top with food. It should last him for a day or two, but will collect more at Seon's Food and Stuff when he gets there. That is IF he can get there; he looked up from his map and looked around.
'Thank God,' Vince mentally sighed 'the zombies haven't gotten... wait.. what's that..?' The enforcer squinted, as his sight caught a glimpse of some movement over the mock-horizon. It was a person... but too far to tell if they were a zombie or not. And so, Vince did what what any person who craved for communication--with another still sane person--would.
"HEY, YOU THERE, YOU A ZOMBIE OR NOT?!" The dark-haired man shouted across the park, to the potential living person
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I'm not gay... just lonely, ok?!
I don't know, and I don't CARE!
You can't say 'Nowhere' beacause 'Nowhere' doesn't exist. In other words: say "It's somewhere, but i don't know where this 'Somewhere is'"
You know you have severe paranoia, when you believe the person infront of you is behind you too |
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« Reply #2 on Feb 12, 2008, 11:17pm » | |
Someone shouted from across the park. I immediately panicked, thinking at first that the zombies were near me again. Soon I realized that my primary conclusion was ridiculous, as I'd never heard a zombie speak before. The voice had projected from a small dark figure that was easily less than a minute away.
From what I could tell, he wasn't looking at me (as I was still hidden in the shadow of the service road), but to another person wandering the park. I wasn't incredibly far from the individual, so it was clear to me that this man had already died. The zombie took a bite out of a hunk of meat it was carrying, and as revolting as it looked, the action reminded me of how hungry I was.
"Hey," I called back to the stranger across the park, "Wait up!" I dashed over to him, and as I drew closer I saw that he carried a cooler under his arm. Maybe if I was nice to this guy, he'd be willing to share whatever was in there with me. My pace slowed as I neared the man. After I had taken in his appearance, I commented, "Nice silver." Having nothing better to say made me feel quite uncomfortable.
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« Reply #3 on Feb 13, 2008, 11:50am » | |
"Uhh... Thanks..?" Vince also said with an equal state of uneasiness. But then again, this kid's line out-does that nutbag he met in Al Fresca Plaza, who threw a kitchen knife at him, which made the italian-american go through Paradise instead. Damn that stupid psycho in a red suit! But then again BLESS him, for making Vincent go a different way, and finding someone to give him company. ((I'm not talking about THAT company, sicko!))
Rialto, slowly dropped the cooler onto the ground, and took a step to the teen, who also took a step back in caution. "Relax, I ain't gonna hurt you...The name's Vince Rialto. Your's?" Vincent greeted himself.
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my qouotes:
I'm not gay... just lonely, ok?!
I don't know, and I don't CARE!
You can't say 'Nowhere' beacause 'Nowhere' doesn't exist. In other words: say "It's somewhere, but i don't know where this 'Somewhere is'"
You know you have severe paranoia, when you believe the person infront of you is behind you too |
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« Reply #4 on Feb 15, 2008, 12:07am » | |
I backed away from the man as he moved towards me. My recent experiences with the zombies taught me not to trust anyone. As untrusting as I currently was, I still didn't focus my complete attention on Rialto. His food receptacle was still being targeted in my mind. For a brief moment I imagined stealing the item, but then I considered how easily someone who was obviously older could catch me - especially if I was carrying a somewhat heavy cooler.
I shook the thought of robbing Vincent from my mind. He was human, I was human, and that was enough to force us to work together. This still didn't mean I had to give credence to his trustworthy qualities. "I'm Francis," I said in an neutral tone. "Francis..." I wasn't sure wheter or not to reveal my full name. A noticeable pause passed before I said, "Francis Reynolds," in order to maintain a degree of formality.
"Do you have any idea where we could find some stuff to eat around this place?" I asked, uncontiously eyeing his cooler. "I'm not from around here, so I'm not sure where to find the food stores to hide out in."
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« Reply #5 on Feb 15, 2008, 7:36am » | |
"One sec," Rialto requested, as he walked over to his cooler, kneeled down, placed and folded out his pamphlet of the mall, atop the lid of said container. Vince then gestured Francis to sit with him, on the opposite side of the cooler. 'Reynolds' looked down and saw a map on one side of the pamphlet... the other side must've had epilepsy-inducing adverts.
"Okay.. the Food Court's a bad place to go, since I tried to go through there, an hour ago but some guy in a red suit, tried to fillet me with a set of knives." The enforcer informed the teen, pointing to a south-west section of the mall.
"I cleaned out most of Roastmasters and the sandwich place in Paradise, and even if we WERE planning on holling ourseleves in there; there ain't much stuff to use for barricades, and by now the zombies have prob'ly flooded the place." Vincent continued informing Francis, before taking a small glance behind the boy at the doors of Paradise Plaza. Several eager flesh-eaters were struggling to open the air-pump closed doors. ((y'know, those screen doors with those pump thingies? ... -.-;))
"And the last place for food, is Seon's... I'm plannin' on heading over there, before getting tools and materials at a hardware store up there, and some guns at the world's most inconveniantly place gun store in the US." he joked the last part, while pointing at said shop which is annoyingly placed at the end of an alley. The criminal then folded the map back up and pushed it onto Francis' lap. The older of the two didn't need it, since he grabbed a dozen off an info kiosk in Entrance plaza.
"Since we have a minute or two to rest before we're in trouble, why don't we have a bite before gettin' to work?" Rialto asked, pulling the lid of the cooler off ,revealing a smorgasboard of food.
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my qouotes:
I'm not gay... just lonely, ok?!
I don't know, and I don't CARE!
You can't say 'Nowhere' beacause 'Nowhere' doesn't exist. In other words: say "It's somewhere, but i don't know where this 'Somewhere is'"
You know you have severe paranoia, when you believe the person infront of you is behind you too |
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Francis Voss|Wendy Olveretti
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« Reply #6 on Feb 15, 2008, 10:28pm » | |
I listened attentively to everything Vince said, trying to remember details of the mall so I wouldn't get lost later. The fact that there were psychos parading around the mall didn't surprise me much. A situation such as this could easily drive a person to madness.
I had no idea what 'Roastmasters' or 'Seon's' were, other than that they contained food supplies. Roastmasters was likely a coffee joint of some sort, but by what I understood to get there we'd need to travel through the doors which a few dozen zombies had pressed themselves against. On the map Seon's was quite large, so I assumed it was a grocery store.
After the brief explanation of various places to find food in the mall, Vince handed me the map. Initially I attempted to return it, but it appeared as though he had more of the guides.
When he finally opened the cooler I felt my heartbeat accelerate. "Thanks," I barely had time to mumble before pulling out an apple and eating it voraciously. I hoped that when he had been talking about going to construction and weaponry stores he didn't mean for both of us to go. The only guns I had ever fired before shot pellets that had difficulty penetrating aluminum cans and I certainly didn't plan on running through the mall with a chainsaw.
I discarded my apple core by tossing it over my shoulder. After eating so quickly I had to wipe away some of the fruit's juice from my face. "Alright," I informed him, "We can go whenever you're ready."
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« Reply #7 on Mar 8, 2008, 5:47am » | |
After Francis gave Vincent a sign of readiness, he said "'kay, just gimme a sec..." He muttered, and heached into the pocket of his black pants and pulled out a packet of silver label Brandon cigarettes, and a stainless-steel zippo lighter, with the West Coast Wolves[Vincent's organisation] logo imprinted on the side.
when he opened the packet, and pulled out one of the last sticks of the rolled tobacco. Rialto made a mental-note to buy another box of smokes when he finds a smoke machine in North Plaza.
the italian-american placed one end in his mouth, and held the active zippo to the other side, and set it aflame. Vince took a deep breath of the poisonous but soothing smoke, and exhaled it through his nose.
'God, i need to stop...' he thought, as he put his smokes back into his pocket, and accidentally(and unknowingly) dropped his zippo lighter, into the grass. He turned around, walked to the cooler, and picked up the supply of food.
"Let's get goin'" Vince mumbled, trying to hold his cigarette in his mouth, since his hands were preoccupied with the cooler.
As Rialto walked off north, Francis was about to follow, but just caught something in the corner of his eye. the teen turned to what it was - it was a piece of metal where Vince was standing. He leaned down and inspected it.
'A lighter...' Francis thought, as he looked at the flame igniting object. That is until he saw engravings of a wolf's head on the side of it.
'Interesting...' he thought again, pockrting the object, thinking it might be useful later on. the boy looked up and saw his fellow survivor 150 feet-or-so ahead of him, about to be confronted by that 100% positive zombie, he saw while on the other side of the park.
He was then surprised, that Rialto calmly put the food-container down, pulled the lid off, and walked infont of the staggering creature. Vincent then continued on, to horizonally hit it once, in the side of the leg, efficiently forcing it onto it's knees, and then finished with a killing blow in the head, effectively smashing a majority of it's head apart, due to it's now-fragile state.
Francis couldn't belive what Vince had done at that moment. The older one calmly(and creatively) dispatched a zombie, and doesn't seemed too shocked about the blood across his front. This started to make, his youn, adolescent mind run a mile-per-minute, about the italian-american. What if he WAS a mentally-unstable fruitcake going to strangle him with a jump-rope or something?! He then dismissed those rampant thoughts about Vincent being a psycho, because if he was, he would've killed said teen, as easily as that zombie, already; and even MORESO while he had let his guard down while eating that apple. So Rialto's only THAT violent when he has to kill someone/thing in defense.
the teen finally came back to reality, got up, and jogged to the older of the pair, who was now rubbing the lid in the grass, to remove any bloodstains.
(sorry i hadn't replied in a while, and sorry for controlling you're chara for a minute... *flinches* DON'T HURT ME!)
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my qouotes:
I'm not gay... just lonely, ok?!
I don't know, and I don't CARE!
You can't say 'Nowhere' beacause 'Nowhere' doesn't exist. In other words: say "It's somewhere, but i don't know where this 'Somewhere is'"
You know you have severe paranoia, when you believe the person infront of you is behind you too |
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« Reply #8 on Mar 9, 2008, 3:02pm » | |
((GACK, You were making my character think things!!! I would have made Francis pocket the lighter anyway though.))
Francis was mildly disgusted by the splattered blood on the lid of the cooler. 'Thank god we're heading to a grocery store," he thought plainly. There was no way he would be eaten out of something that had been in contact with zombie innards.
The teen made sure to walk around the corpse's remains as he approached Vince. "Could you not just have avoided going near the zombie?" He asked uncouthly. "I've noticed they're pretty slow, it would have been easy not have gotten everything into a mess."
Looking over Vince's shoulder, Francis could see that his entrance to leisure park was now flooded with the undead. Many of them were walking over to one of the mall entrances which had to be accessed by a large staircase.
"Great," Francis groaned. "Please tell me that's not the entrance we're looking for." He pointed so that Vince would know what he was talking about. At the same time the teenager took out his copy of the Willamette Mall Map. If he was reading the map correctly, which he likely was, then this meant their journey might be more difficult than originally anticipated.
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