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− | Peter strides along confidently, maneuvering through the rather worn down streets and buildings of the industrial part of town. He leads Iara along, the two holding hands. Soon they find the place in question, the warehouse with the beat reverberating from it. "See, we found it. Just gotta trust the ears. And well, the dozens of people who look suspiciously | + | Peter strides along confidently, maneuvering through the rather worn down streets and buildings of the industrial part of town. He leads Iara along, the two holding hands. Soon they find the place in question, the warehouse with the beat reverberating from it. "See, we found it. Just gotta trust the ears. And well, the dozens of people who look suspiciously underage who've passed us excitedly talking about the DJ's latest set. And the smell of pot. And possibly other drugs." The young man grins to her as he finally slows. "Do you think they have water there? Should we bring our own? I have heard that people tend to dance til they drop of exhaustion and dehydration." |
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Nick is already inside. This is a scene he's familiar with, though mostly out grown. Still, there are reasons to be here. Alcohol is one of them. Contacts are another. He's actually using it to do a drop of documents to a client. The client in question is definitely a clubber and so it's ideal. | Nick is already inside. This is a scene he's familiar with, though mostly out grown. Still, there are reasons to be here. Alcohol is one of them. Contacts are another. He's actually using it to do a drop of documents to a client. The client in question is definitely a clubber and so it's ideal. | ||
− | He's already found the young woman, watching her dance out on the dance floor from afar. He leans against a wall sipping something electric blue that tastes a little like it looks -- | + | He's already found the young woman, watching her dance out on the dance floor from afar. He leans against a wall sipping something electric blue that tastes a little like it looks -- Windex comes to mind. But it's got a high alcohol content and *probably* won't make him go blind. |
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− | He's been spotted. Nick flashes a grin at the young woman's cute friend. He doesn't have a problem with mixing business with pleasure, and especially not with pleasure's friends. He moves that way, passing Volya and Mila en route, and raising a brow and grinning at them, raising his glass of blue alcohol to tacitly toast them. When he gets to the group of girls, he snakes an arm around the friend with the come-hither looks. "Look who it is," he says, though, to his client. "And here I was just thinking about you. I have something of yours." This is said in a spoken voice, loud enough for the woman to hear but not carry, as good as a whisper, for | + | He's been spotted. Nick flashes a grin at the young woman's cute friend. He doesn't have a problem with mixing business with pleasure, and especially not with pleasure's friends. He moves that way, passing Volya and Mila en route, and raising a brow and grinning at them, raising his glass of blue alcohol to tacitly toast them. When he gets to the group of girls, he snakes an arm around the friend with the come-hither looks. "Look who it is," he says, though, to his client. "And here I was just thinking about you. I have something of yours." This is said in a spoken voice, loud enough for the woman to hear but not carry, as good as a whisper, for all intents and purposes. |
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− | Iara smiles as she focuses primarily on Peter, happy to be able to enjoy the night with him for a change. "Ok then, I promise I wont laugh. You're probably better than you give yourself credit for." she leads him to the | + | Iara smiles as she focuses primarily on Peter, happy to be able to enjoy the night with him for a change. "Ok then, I promise I wont laugh. You're probably better than you give yourself credit for." she leads him to the dance floor and starts dancing, "Just move your feet and hips to the beat like so. Quick quick slow.." and she moves her own steps, sweeping around gracefully to demonstrate. She dances for a bit, occasionally grasping his hand and twirling around, but the phone in her purse starts buzzing and she frowns softly, letting go. "I'm sorry, I need to take this, it might be an emergency. I'll try to be back as soon as I can!" and she hugs him briefly, apologetically before hurrying off. |
− | Peter's smile is bright, as he does seem to enjoy himself when Iara leads him along in a dance. He nods to Haruka with a grin, and leans in a little to reply, "Yeah, it's pretty damned loud. I can't even hear myself talking, let alone thinking." He grins at the spinning Volya, and the perfect dismount, and he calls out ALOHA in response to her shout. He's getting the hang of Hawaii. When Iara pauses to look at her phone, Peter makes a pretend- | + | Peter's smile is bright, as he does seem to enjoy himself when Iara leads him along in a dance. He nods to Haruka with a grin, and leans in a little to reply, "Yeah, it's pretty damned loud. I can't even hear myself talking, let alone thinking." He grins at the spinning Volya, and the perfect dismount, and he calls out ALOHA in response to her shout. He's getting the hang of Hawaii. When Iara pauses to look at her phone, Peter makes a pretend-pout face, but laughs to her and reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. "Don't be too long. With my new found dancing skills, they'll be lining up to take me for a spin! Hah, be careful, yeah?" |
After she's gone, he looks back to Haruka, "Did you wanna dance?" The young man looks around and begins to mimic one of the guys dancing nearby, but after a few moments, he stops dead and looks around, his eyes wide. "Did you hear that?", he says loudly to Haruka. "Sounded like a scream. From that way..." Peter points towards the back of the building. "I'm going to go see. Maybe someone's fallen or something." The young man starts working his way through the crowd, ducking the occasional thrashing body as he does so. | After she's gone, he looks back to Haruka, "Did you wanna dance?" The young man looks around and begins to mimic one of the guys dancing nearby, but after a few moments, he stops dead and looks around, his eyes wide. "Did you hear that?", he says loudly to Haruka. "Sounded like a scream. From that way..." Peter points towards the back of the building. "I'm going to go see. Maybe someone's fallen or something." The young man starts working his way through the crowd, ducking the occasional thrashing body as he does so. | ||
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− | Volya grinned at Mila, positively oozing with cheer as she swayed and danced with Mila. "You are awesome, and sexy, and..." Vee's lips scrunched together as she blinked, "You're wearing a skittle." She lifted her hand to pick the mystery skittle over Mila's shoulder. It wasn't a mystery skittle as those a white. She tried to pick the skittle off again. There was no skittle at all. Her expression twisted as she looked downright distraught, a blush coming up over her ears as she continued to stare at Mila's shoulder. "Mila, babe? I think I may have topped the list of my all-time blonde moments..." Cringing at the thought of saying it aloud, she make a | + | Volya grinned at Mila, positively oozing with cheer as she swayed and danced with Mila. "You are awesome, and sexy, and..." Vee's lips scrunched together as she blinked, "You're wearing a skittle." She lifted her hand to pick the mystery skittle over Mila's shoulder. It wasn't a mystery skittle as those a white. She tried to pick the skittle off again. There was no skittle at all. Her expression twisted as she looked downright distraught, a blush coming up over her ears as she continued to stare at Mila's shoulder. "Mila, babe? I think I may have topped the list of my all-time blonde moments..." Cringing at the thought of saying it aloud, she make a Charlie Brown style groan, "I think your very blonde girlfriend just tried to pick off light that was reflecting off your skin." |
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− | Nick finds his way to the back door a moment or two after Haruka and Peter, glancing at them with a slight frown. He really doesn't want an audience for his transactions. Still, maybe they're just looking for a shortcut home. He pauses, but then he tips his head, frowning at the sound of something, and he too follows the pair out into the back alley. | + | Nick finds his way to the back door a moment or two after Haruka and Peter, glancing at them with a slight frown. He really doesn't want an audience for his transactions. Still, maybe they're just looking for a shortcut home. He pauses, but then he tips his head, frowning at the sound of something, and he too follows the pair out into the back alley. His blue eyes squint as he searches for whatever it is he's looking for, and he looks at Haruka and Peter. |
"Fuck, it better not be another of those doll things," he says, as he recognizes the two now that he's not following behind them. "You hear a yell?" | "Fuck, it better not be another of those doll things," he says, as he recognizes the two now that he's not following behind them. "You hear a yell?" | ||
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As Mila spilled out of the doorway into the alley, cruising out behind the other three, her eyes widened and she let out a sharp sound of annoyance. She moved forward enough that Haruka would know to move before she got trampled, or closed in a door. "Zombies. Of course, it's Zombies." When Volya was through the door behind her, Mila shoved it closed so no one else from the club could just errantly fall out back into the alley. | As Mila spilled out of the doorway into the alley, cruising out behind the other three, her eyes widened and she let out a sharp sound of annoyance. She moved forward enough that Haruka would know to move before she got trampled, or closed in a door. "Zombies. Of course, it's Zombies." When Volya was through the door behind her, Mila shoved it closed so no one else from the club could just errantly fall out back into the alley. | ||
− | "Ok guys, you can kill them just by beating them down and tearing them | + | "Ok guys, you can kill them just by beating them down and tearing them apart. Someone's controlling them with a beat of some sort, but I can't for the life of me tell because of the damn club where it's coming from. If you cut off the beat, they don't have anyone directing them anymore. So they could go nuts, or they could just like... curl up and act kinda dead, and moany. If anyone spots a water spigot, turn it on, we can douse them and cut the magic coming to them, but again, they could just go nuts at that point, or just lay down and play dead." Mila spouted zombie doom factoids like someone that had won jeopardy on that answer just last week. |
− | With traffic clogging the door, Volya came to a stop behind, like, everyone. "Zombies... Do I need to have a BBQ? Because we can have a | + | With traffic clogging the door, Volya came to a stop behind, like, everyone. "Zombies... Do I need to have a BBQ? Because we can have a barbecue." Volya flailed her arms, "In or out, people! Because the door is getting closed one way or another!" |
− | The thief -- because that's clearly what he is -- manages to shoot a very frightened look at Nick, and he just takes off. But the | + | The thief -- because that's clearly what he is -- manages to shoot a very frightened look at Nick, and he just takes off. But the dumb ass doesn't drop the mixer, and it definitely encumbers his running. And the zombie that Peter attacked -- since that is, indeed, what they are -- instead of attacking back, starts to follow him. |
The second zombie gets tangled up in those vines, and it lets out an inhuman growl...before it, too, attempts to follow the kid, instead of attacking Nick. 'Attempt' being the operative word, because it is quite slow, and then just falls over, hitting the pavement. It doesn't get deterred, though, and it continues to pull itself along in a grotesque army crawl, the skin of its fingers sloughing off from the rough pavement. | The second zombie gets tangled up in those vines, and it lets out an inhuman growl...before it, too, attempts to follow the kid, instead of attacking Nick. 'Attempt' being the operative word, because it is quite slow, and then just falls over, hitting the pavement. It doesn't get deterred, though, and it continues to pull itself along in a grotesque army crawl, the skin of its fingers sloughing off from the rough pavement. | ||
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Iara had stepped out of the club towards the front and was gone for nearly an hour, dealing with some minor emergency on her phone. However, it wasn't so important that it couldn't wait - not when she hears the scream from the alleyway and nearly drops her phone in surprise. | Iara had stepped out of the club towards the front and was gone for nearly an hour, dealing with some minor emergency on her phone. However, it wasn't so important that it couldn't wait - not when she hears the scream from the alleyway and nearly drops her phone in surprise. | ||
− | A moment later, a very large golden, black-winged bat soars through the sky, making a | + | A moment later, a very large golden, black-winged bat soars through the sky, making a death dive towards the first zombie as it chases after the thief. Fortunately, the tiger manages to pin it down long enough for her to swoop down and make a grab for something around its mid-section, ripping it off the creature. |
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− | Iara-Bat squeaks and flutters back and away from the enraged | + | Iara-Bat squeaks and flutters back and away from the enraged spiky coral-woman as she charges towards Zombie #1, hurling the receiver box against the nearby wall and making sure it is good and smashed before turning back to watch the zombie. |
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− | Sighing a little like he's very put out, Nick slides the phone into his back pocket and pats down his pants. "Need to start carrying heat," he says wryly, which makes him smirk just a bit -- because he does have | + | Sighing a little like he's very put out, Nick slides the phone into his back pocket and pats down his pants. "Need to start carrying heat," he says wryly, which makes him smirk just a bit -- because he does have bale-fire up his sleeves, but is trying to be at least a tiny bit subtle. The vines could've been someone else, right? The hooves, the smells -- well, that's hard to pin on someone without sounding like a complete insane person. He'll try to add to the bash 'em up plan, moving toward the one that he's got strung up like a paper mache donkey. |
He swings for the thing's face, aiming for the temple to avoid the teeth -- he's pretty sure they're not contagious, but he's not all that up on his zombie lore. The punch connects but the zombie goes swinging as soon as he connects. | He swings for the thing's face, aiming for the temple to avoid the teeth -- he's pretty sure they're not contagious, but he's not all that up on his zombie lore. The punch connects but the zombie goes swinging as soon as he connects. | ||
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− | Volya let out a long groan when the music was cut off and the zombies stopped moving. "Thank akua." She smiled at Nick, "And thank you. What sure of sick--" Her words cut off as she watched Mila start to pulverize the zombie. "Uhhh... Rum? Yeah sure, I'll track some down." | + | Volya let out a long groan when the music was cut off and the zombies stopped moving. "Thank akua." She smiled at Nick, "And thank you. What sure of sick--" Her words cut off as she watched Mila start to pulverize the zombie. "Uhhh... Rum? Yeah sure, I'll track some down." She tiptoed over to the door, looking back at the radio, "So before my brain turns to mush, the radio likely has a limited range. So if you want to leave it there, I may be able to take it apart and maybe sort out hold far the transmitter is from here. You know, just in case there's more walk man carrying zombies." Her eyes went back to Mila and Vee licked her lips before blinking. "Be right back." She pulled open the door to the club and headed in for drinks. |
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− | Volya | + | Volya hip-checked the door open with a bottle of 151 in hand, humming and still dancing from the music inside. The song was completely her own. "And let it be known that I'm officially broke, because life isn't as simple as sucking the bartender's dick, so I flashed him and like two dozen people inside... So whacha gonna dooooooo..." She started some two-footed hops over to the zombies as she poured the alcohol over them. Taking out two books from her built-in bra, she struck them and tossed one on each corpse so they went ablaze. |
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Dramatis Personae | 18 September, 2008 A party gets crashed. |
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The warehouse is in the ‘industrial’ part of town, such as it is. The buildings here are dingier — not necessarily falling apart, but just a little grayer than downtown. A few have rental signs in their slightly dirty windows. There are some scrap metal yards, as well, as well as the location in question. The music is pulsing faintly from inside, more faintly than it seems like it has any right to, but that little bit of sound makes it clear that this is the right place. Along with the people milling around outside in club-ish attire, of course. Inside, it’s about what you would expect, but it does look cool. Whoever decorated has used that minimalist look to good effect, enhancing the metallic innards with colored lights and some other ‘found art’ sort of structures that give an almost futuristic feel. There are plenty of people here, though it’s not wall to wall packed — there is room to dance should one want to do that. There’s also a bar along one wall, and that //is// crowded, with a few bartenders who are quite busy.
Clubwear, clubwear, clubwear... no, not beachwear. That would be silly. Besides, it's evening. It isn't nearly as hot as midday. Jeans, yes, blouse, no, tank-top, no... ah. Charcoal-green tee with a couple of amusing kanji, check. Fingerless gloves, the new boots with the red laces... enh, what the heck, grab a windbreaker just in case. It looks good with the rest of it anyway. Now, let's see. Where -did- Ames say the party was? Right, warehouse on Bleeker street, follow the sound of the music. Right! All ready! -- wait, no, grab after-party stuff. Tylenol. Pocket water bottle. Collapsible baton in case somebody gets grabby. Double-check glamour is covering the ears and tail properly. Right. On to Party! A quick bus-ride and a brisk walk find her on Bleeker street, striding casually along, kit-bag with her guitar nowhere to be seen -- after all, someone else is providing the music this time. Although if there's a live band maybe she can borrow one and get in some licks? You never know... oh, hey, don't I recognize those two? She grins and angles her course to catch up to Peter and Iara, grinning.
He's already found the young woman, watching her dance out on the dance floor from afar. He leans against a wall sipping something electric blue that tastes a little like it looks -- Windex comes to mind. But it's got a high alcohol content and *probably* won't make him go blind.
While you can take the girl off the beach, you can't take the beach out of the girl entirely, so Mila had come like most of the other native Hawaiians in the room, in some form of beachy-possible wear, nothing that looked like the insane club-gear that the Mainlanders wore when they went out clubbing. Nope, instead she had on a short, tube-style top that looked bright enough to direct traffic on a cloudy day and practically glowed with its neon orange color, along with a set of black leggings that fit her tight all the way to her ankles and rested low on her hips. On her feet, shockingly, not a set of slippahs but a set of tennish shoes that were pale gray with green swooshes on them. Her hair was done down and the hombre brown to blonde was streaked with green that looked like it might have come fresh from some plant's leaves. Most of all, Mila was wearing a smile as she looked up at Vee and spun around in circles.
She looks ready to dance, and quite eager too as she follows Peter inside. "It's okay, I can teach you a few steps. I can't believe after everything we've been through, we've never really..Danced before." Spying a somewhat familiar Haruka approaching them, she smiles softly, waving at her. "Aloha, Haruka! It has been a while. How have you been? I love the outfit, and the hair." As they near the dance floor, she peers curiously towards Mila and Volya as they spin around at dizzying speeds, rubbing her eyes. "Wow..They're really good.." And then of course she flinches a bit as the full blast of music assaults her ears.
Haruka grins warmly and claps Iara on the shoulder, turning to take a look out at the crowd, and watch Mila and Volya's antics for a moment to admire their passion (if not their fashion sense).
"Hey there." Mila winked up at Vee, then started moving with the beat a little more now that she wasn't dead lifting her girlfriend. When Nick raised his glass, Mila gave him a little up-nod, along with a loud, "Howzit, brah?" before immediately turning her attention back to Volya and moving through the throng of people with a sort of dance that would likely have been better off with Volya leading. Other people coming into the club were a little outside of the realm of notice, but Mila offered friendly face, not mean face, to those she spotted.
After she's gone, he looks back to Haruka, "Did you wanna dance?" The young man looks around and begins to mimic one of the guys dancing nearby, but after a few moments, he stops dead and looks around, his eyes wide. "Did you hear that?", he says loudly to Haruka. "Sounded like a scream. From that way..." Peter points towards the back of the building. "I'm going to go see. Maybe someone's fallen or something." The young man starts working his way through the crowd, ducking the occasional thrashing body as he does so.
"Well," Haruka muses, "A dance or three does sound like what I came here for. If you think your three left feet can - hey, what?" She blinks as something odd catches her ear -- but clearly Peter seems to have noticed more than she did, given his reaction. So she scampers after him, pushing and ducking through the crowd in his wake. "Wait for meeeeeee!"
With that, he reaches for the wrist of another beautiful woman nearby, clearly trying *not* to dance with the awkward man who seems to be trying to reenact Night at the Roxbury with her, minus the 'what is love' soundtrack. He puts her hand in the hand of "his" dance partner, before slipping away, through the crowd, toward the back door.
"Fuck, it better not be another of those doll things," he says, as he recognizes the two now that he's not following behind them. "You hear a yell?"
Then the banging of the back door got her attention, because it was loud enough to do so even with the sounds of the music, and Mila frowned. "Maybe we should go see what's up? Tigerboy is over there." She nodded toward where Peter is slamming his way out the back of the warehouse. "I can smell blood, so someone might be hurt." Mila pointed back to the door, then looked at Volya, checking if she wanted to go. When Volya nodded her agreement, Mila took the Blonde's hand and started threading her way back toward the door at the rear of the club with Volya trailing behind.
It becomes apparent why at that moment, too. There are two human-like figures, but the way they're dressed -- or 'dressed' -- and the way they move make it clear even to the most casual of observers that they are //not//. One of them looks freshly dead, its skin pale and wan, and looser than it should be. It takes a swipe at the guy, as the other lets out an awful moan. //It// looks a bit longer dead -- one of its eyeballs is hanging out of its socket, and its jaw is too wide. The unmistakable stench of death hits the mouth of the alley. Peter looks back over his shoulder, having heard a familiar voice greeting him. "Privet, Volya!", he says with a wave, before he disappears around the corner. Where he stops in his tracks, his nose wrinkling at the stench. "Buh. I hate these things.", he says to Haruka. "Well, I'm going to go help the poor guy. You know anything about how to get rid of uhm... zombies? Ghouls?" The young man starts to grow, his clothes vanishing, replaced by tiger stripes and fur. Crouching down on all fours, the Siberian tiger bursts into a dead run, barreling towards the more 'fresh' of the two creatures in the alleyway. However, the zombie is merely bumped aside as it sways at the last possible moment, leaving the tiger between the man and the two shambling undead.
"Book it, yeah?" Nick tells the thief, clearly not too worried about whoever it is he's stealing from.
"Ok guys, you can kill them just by beating them down and tearing them apart. Someone's controlling them with a beat of some sort, but I can't for the life of me tell because of the damn club where it's coming from. If you cut off the beat, they don't have anyone directing them anymore. So they could go nuts, or they could just like... curl up and act kinda dead, and moany. If anyone spots a water spigot, turn it on, we can douse them and cut the magic coming to them, but again, they could just go nuts at that point, or just lay down and play dead." Mila spouted zombie doom factoids like someone that had won jeopardy on that answer just last week.
The second zombie gets tangled up in those vines, and it lets out an inhuman growl...before it, too, attempts to follow the kid, instead of attacking Nick. 'Attempt' being the operative word, because it is quite slow, and then just falls over, hitting the pavement. It doesn't get deterred, though, and it continues to pull itself along in a grotesque army crawl, the skin of its fingers sloughing off from the rough pavement.
A moment later, a very large golden, black-winged bat soars through the sky, making a death dive towards the first zombie as it chases after the thief. Fortunately, the tiger manages to pin it down long enough for her to swoop down and make a grab for something around its mid-section, ripping it off the creature.
"Ohhh, gross," she adds, "Gonna have to have this thing steam-cleaned." Somewhere along the line, her phone has gotten tucked back into a pocket, fortunately.
Nick seems to be in no hurry to do so -- that would be *dirty.* He instead pulls out a phone, punching at the keys to send a quick text to his client inside: don't come outside yet. may need to reschedule. I'll drop $100 from the bill.
Its fellow struggles in the vines, letting out another groan as it gets hit with the baton, but it can't break Nick's magical hold on it. So there it hangs, ripe for the picking.
He swings for the thing's face, aiming for the temple to avoid the teeth -- he's pretty sure they're not contagious, but he's not all that up on his zombie lore. The punch connects but the zombie goes swinging as soon as he connects.
Zombie 1 might have gotten up when Peter goes, but then Mila takes his place. He's still trying to get up to go toward the young man -- that is, until Iara smashes the box. There's just a tiny moment of hesitation, a tiny little shudder that only Mila can feel or see...before it turns on her, instead. It wrenches itself from her grip, and slams its decaying hand into her shoulder, raking its dirty nails across her flesh. This is not an incidental, 'she was in the way' type of movement. No, it is deliberate. It has forgotten all about the young man now. The trussed up zombie struggles, and still seems intent on getting at the kid, but Nick's vines are good, and they hold, even through the punch. It moans and thrashes, but stays mostly immobilized.
The piñata zombie continues to struggle, but it can't break away before Volya hits it so hard that its head rotates in a way that would kill a normal human. But not it, though. No, it's still carrying on its valiant, if ineffective, struggle to do whatever it is it was going to do. The young man shakes off Haruka's hand from his shoulder, but despite that motion, he seems more committed to staying put now. "Man, it's not even worth it," he says, and he just tosses the sound board onto the ground.
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