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Post by Zoodle on Jun 9, 2007 1:12:18 GMT -5
OOC: Yar, a few people may post, but after about... oh... two-thee posts, we should wait for her. (Wewt, 6 pages! C(^.^)D)
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Post by Shmoie on Jun 17, 2007 0:44:48 GMT -5
OOC: I could post now, but it might be best to wait until someone goes inside and alerts Tasha and Zach of the situation. Otherwise it would be kind of pointless. ;^^ I'll post if you guys want me to, though. (Sadie - can we still do the no-shirt thing...? XD Say she and Zach didn't have time to get a new one before someone comes in and gets them.)
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Post by Zoodle on Jun 17, 2007 2:15:42 GMT -5
OOC: Well, you're finally back! xD Now... uh... I suppose I'll do some more wacky postification.
IC:
Drake had turned back to the horrifying scene, as he saw Tasha grab something and walk out of the truck. What is that? Is she holding a... no... she'll get hurt! Drake stared, unable to force himself out of the van, but he knew this would end badly. As she got closer, he clenched his fists tighter, and opened his eyes wider. The creature turned it's blood-covered face to stare at her, it's eyes blank, and mouth dripping with the boy's blood. Tasha lifted her hatchet into the air, the creature now starting to shift it's body to wards her.
Thwack! Drake winced as the hatchet stuck into the creature's neck, almost slicing through. Tasha lifted her hatchet back into the air, blood gushing from her target's split neck.
Thwack! The hatchet sliced through the neck, sending a bloody head to the pavement. Drake continued staring, which had become a habit of his, as a panting Tasha turned to wards the badly injured boy. No... she can't... he's just a kid!
Thwack! Drake's terror and disgust turned to anger, as Tasha walked back to wards the parked vehicles, leaving two headless bodies laying in the street. Before he could stalk to wards Tasha, his brain, or heart, reminded him of Cindy, and he forgot about Tasha.
I can't let her see this... I have to get her, and then maybe we can leave... Drake slid the van door open, his entire body shaking, and jumped out. He stood out of the van, shaking, staring, thinking... wishing. Why the hell did this have to happen... why here... why now... why... if this never happened, I could have said it... I would have said it... if only... for god's sake, you're a moron, you loved her forever and you didn't do a thing... and now... Drake laughed at himself, shaking his head. I've cried at least three times today, and the girl you love...
Drake snapped himself out of his pity spiral, and walked to Tasha's door. He opened it up, and stepped inside. He turned and saw Zach sitting on a couch, moving his jaw up and down and holding his face. "We've got to go, and don't let Cindy see the..." Drake sighed. "Just tell her to close her eyes when she comes outside, and take her to the van."
Drake walked back outside, and noticed Fraya was still struggling with Cindy's dad. He walked over and helped her lift him up. "Now, ugh, what?" He asked, slightly chuckling.
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Post by Shmoie on Jun 17, 2007 14:00:37 GMT -5
OOC: Good post, Zoodle ^^ Should I wait for Zach now...?
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Post by Zoodle on Jun 17, 2007 23:33:36 GMT -5
OOC: Thankee Evey! C(^.^)D Now we wait for either Zach-a-doodle or McFraya Pants.
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jun 18, 2007 0:54:51 GMT -5
OOC: LOL I love those names. I'd post now, but I have to go to bed in five minutes. Glad you're home, Zoe!
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on Jun 18, 2007 18:17:15 GMT -5
ooc: McFraya Pants?
ic: Fraya accepted the help from Drake as he helped heave the body out of the van. She had been careful not to touch any of the mans blood but with they way he had been bleeding it was not to be.
“Now, ugh, what?” Drake asked her.
“Umm…” Fraya said looking around. “Let’s set him over there.” Fraya pointed by nodding her head over to the sidewalk.
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Post by Zoodle on Jun 19, 2007 15:32:37 GMT -5
OOC: McFraya Pants! xD
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Drake nodded, and they carried the corpse to the sidewalk. Drake and Fraya lowered the blood stained man down to the ground, and let him go. "I hope Cindy'll be okay..." Drake sighed, as he looked at the man, who was peaceful, even with a bullet wound, and a blood smeared shirt.
"Thanks..." Drake smiled, then turned to look at Tasha. He both hated her and respected her for what she had done. She saved him... then killed him... but she had to, she couldn't let him turn... she... Drake sighed, sliding his hand across his face. He turned around to look at Fraya, and told her, "We have lots of free room in the van, if you want to come."
OOC: Fraya will live! :-D
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jun 21, 2007 0:27:43 GMT -5
OOC: Hooray! I think I can't post now, and I think that Zoe SHOULD post now.... grumblegrr
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Post by Shmoie on Jun 21, 2007 1:10:35 GMT -5
OOC: Butbutbut... Drake snapped himself out of his pity spiral, and walked to Tasha's door. He opened it up, and stepped inside. He turned and saw Zach sitting on a couch, moving his jaw up and down and holding his face. "We've got to go, and don't let Cindy see the..." Drake sighed. "Just tell her to close her eyes when she comes outside, and take her to the van." So Cindy doesn't know they have to go like, now. She's still in Tasha's room, prob'ly, changing into a new shirt... so I don't know what to do until Zach tells her. o.o
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Post by Zoodle on Jun 21, 2007 17:14:15 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah Sadist-- er... Sadie... *ahem* You (Or Banana-face) must be Zach-a-doodle!
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Post by adterminal on Jun 23, 2007 4:12:30 GMT -5
OOC: Im laaaaate! Sorry about that folks, a post will be coming soon, promise!
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jul 3, 2007 21:11:47 GMT -5
OOC: blah, I'll post. Also, "Yoko" said something to me last night about a zombie story character and the possibility of joining the site/thread, though not until they got on the road. So cross your fingers all, because she's totally awesome!!
IC: "Yeah... sure." Zach said quietly to Drake before Drake left the room. He sighed and rubbed his face before standing and walking into the kitchen. Cautiously decending a few steps he knocked on the wall and called down, "Uh, hey, Cindy? Are you almost done? 'Cause, uh, it's time to go I guess. There's something outside that I guess you're not supposed to see, or something, so, yeah. When we go out there you should, like, close your eyes or something."
Outside, Tasha had cleaned her hatchet with the hose, wiping the splattered blood off of her skin while she was at it. She replaced the hatchet under the driver's seat of the truck, sitting herself down behind the wheel.
That wasn't so bad. she thought to herself, leaning on the steering wheel. As long as I move quickly, they don't have a chance to react. Research in the field is much more beneficial than anything I've read.
OOC: meh, not much but it can get things moving
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Post by Shmoie on Jul 5, 2007 21:03:38 GMT -5
OOC: Thank j00, Sadie! ^^
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Cindy was perusing the shirts hanging in Tasha's closet when she heard Zach's voice from outside in the hallway. "Okay," she called back, "just gimmie a second..." As much of a struggle as it was to stay calm and focused when her father had just died, she merely didn't let herself think about it. It would hit her in full later, undoubtably, but if she let herself think about it now - about that, and about whether or not her mother and all her friends were safe - it would just upset her and she wouldn't be able to think straight.
So she put her mind to the all-important task of choosing a shirt. They all looked about the same: tight-fitting tank tops and camisoles, so she just pulled one off its hanger and changed into it, leaving her old shirt on the floor. Nervously yanking at the bottom of the tank, she stepped out into the hall. "Uh, so, I'm supposed to close my eyes...? Alright, let's, um, let's get out there." She smiled at him, for lack of anything better to do, and they walked towards the front door. As he pushed it open, Cindy closed her eyes and made her way cautiously down the walkway towards the car, taking slow steps. "Is, um, everybody ready?" she asked softly.
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Jul 6, 2007 20:19:41 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, here, let me help you..." Zach stepped beside Cindy and put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the van. Looking around he realized what it was that Cindy wasn't supposed to be seeing; he turned in shock and revoltion away from the mangled bodies that lay in the street, it dawning on him that it must have been Tasha who had done it. He glanced at her sitting impatiently in the driver's seat and saw a Tasha he had never known, or at least had never believed was there.
I never... took her seriously...
Zach and Cindy reached the car and he warned her, "Uh, here's the van."
OOC: Tasha doesn't have much to do right now, so I'm doing Hanna's job while she's off being lazy and not joining.
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