Logs:Death Metal

From Tenebrous Isles
Jump to: navigation, search
Death Metal
Dramatis Personae

Haruka, Iara, Mila, Nick, Peter, and Volya. Rick as GM.

18 September, 2008


A party gets crashed.

Location

Honolulu

Plot(s)

Plot:The Boneyard


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.


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."


Iara is pretty new to the party circuit, but lately it seems she's been coming a bit more out of her shell. The prospect of a secret party had her curious at least even if she is usually pretty nervous of such things. But it's about time she got out and met new people. Fortunately, tonight she is not alone and she walks alongside Peter, staying close to him as she glances around nervously. "It's..Really loud, but the beat is good." she smiles softly and nods as she taps her foot to the rhythm. "I'm sure they will have lots of water." she giggles as she squeezes his hand, "Thanks for showing me this place."


Haruka is blonde, tonight. Why? She's testing out the axiom that 'blondes have more fun'. Where better to try it than a party? Music, dancing, maybe she can cadge some booze if they're not looking at IDs too closely... enh, probably better to not come home drunk, though. Dad would be... Dad. Still, party!

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.


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 -- Windex comes to mind. But it's got a high alcohol content and *probably* won't make him go blind.


Mila had long since been inside the party, with Volya of course, and the two had managed to put back a few of whatever drinks they were in the mood for. While Mila might not be the dancer that Volya was, her talents lay elsewhere. And right now, she was demonstrating one of those talents by lifting her girlfriend over her head and spinning in a circle, because everyone should have the blessing of Volya's greenish-blonde hair smacking them on the head at least once in their life as she flies by. At least the two were having fun, if nothing else.

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.


Volya let a long 'Weeeeeh!' being spun with her arms stretched out, held over Mila's head. The woman didn't really have clubwear, so she kept to a white spaghetti strap tank top, a wrinkled electric blue gypsy skirt that trailed and bellowed as she was spun, and lastly a pair of red cowgirl boots. Her greenish blonde hair was styled by breeze, leaving it wild and tangled.


The young woman that Nick is watching is with a group of a couple of friends, and they are dancing with abandon, though perhaps not quite as much as Volya and Mila. One of them notices Nick looking at them, though not the one that he needs for the drop, and she smiles, beckoning him over to join them. Or maybe just her, who knows? He's cute. As for the spinning duo, there are a few guys in a group at the bar who are watching them, as well, and while their looks are appreciative, they don't go over there just yet. Maybe later.


Peter looks a little dubiously at the building, but after some consideration, shrugs and begins heading in. "I literally have two left feet, just so you know. And I do hope they have water. Let me know if you start feeling poorly, and I'll bring you out for some fresh air. I'll let you know if I feel off, and you can help me out, yeah? We watch each others' backs." Then the door opens and the full beat can be felt, and whatever else Peter is saying is completely drowned out.


Iara doesn't usually dress up much, being the shy and modest girl that she is. However, she was determined to have fun tonight and so she is wearing a cute dusty pink outfit with a light stretchy skirt that wraps around her hips, draping low across one leg and reaching a few inches higher over her right knee allowing a glimpse of more flesh than she is used to. The top is cut off at midriff, off the shoulder and also wrap style, offset nicely with gold sandals and a golden ornamental neck collar. Even her hair is tipped in rose-pink dye for some playful fun.

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.


"Aloha, Iara! Why, thank you! Trying out a bit of a new look," Haruka answers, spinning about with her coat billowing around her to let the girl get a good look at her. "And hello to you as well," she calls, making a brief and shallow bow to Peter. "Think it's loud enough in here?"

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).


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.


Mila slowed, then stopped the spin. Grinning up at Vee, she pushed her up into the air, then let the blonde woman fall down in a slight turn and flair of skirt til she was caught by Mila's arms, the muscles obviously having been bulging out a bit. She then dropped Volya's legs to the floor so she could dance on her own, and slipped her arms around the taller Volya's waist, pulling the woman in closer and maintaining that smile up to her.

"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.


Volya gave another happy sound, possibly more a call than a 'Wheeee!' this time, as she was brought down, the swirling of skirts as much fun as anything. Arms went around Mila's neck as Volya moved her hips well to the beat of the music, her blonde hair bouncing as she danced. "Hi!" She offered Mila a return greeting since she'd landed, and anything else would have been almost impossible to hear. To Nick, she gave a wide, happy smile, blue eyes kind of dreamy as she swayed and bounced. "ALOHA!" Was all she managed for the greeting, but it was enough to encourage a swarm of answering 'Alohas!' from people around her. Club speak of Oahu, check.


The young woman in question -- tall and lithe and pretty, as are all of them, of course -- smiles a slow smile at Nick, looking up from underneath her lashes. It's calculated, though. Sardonic. "Oh yeah?" she asks, as her friend moves to put her arm around Nick, too, sticking a hand in one of his back pockets. "Right on time." She takes the hand of the third friend, to dance more with her than among the three of them, but her attention is clearly still on Nick.


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-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.


Haruka grins and calls back, "ALOHA!" with an upraised hand to wave to Volya. She matches Peter's pout as Iara declares her imminent departure, and gives the girl a quick hug before she can go. "Hey, what he said. Come back safe!" Then she turns back to consider Peter's offer.

"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!"


"I have something you might like," Nick says in the ear of the tall, willowy woman who's dancing next to him., even as he moves against and with the girl who nodded him over to the little group. "Meet me outside in a couple of minutes."

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.


Mila might well have been about to say hi (well, let's be fair, Aloha) to Peter and Haruka, but when she moved with Vee, spinning around, the others were all taking off. Mila snickered and looked up at Vee with a waggle of her brows. "When you gotta go, you gotta go, neh?!" She just shook her head, and enjoyed dancing with the tall blonde, hands slipping down a little lower over Volya's hips.


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."


The woman who has staked her claim on Nick smiles at Nick, and her smile is a lot more genuinely flirty than her friend's. She looks a little pouty when he gets her another partner, but she doesn't try to keep him, and brings the newly included woman into their circle, letting Nick go. The original woman actually doesn't look at Nick, though it is clear that her attention is still on him, and when he speaks, she nods once.


Peter slows down enough for Haruka to catch up, and he looks to her a moment. "Please be careful, yeah? I have no idea what we're walking into. Do you have a cell phone? I don't.. if things go bad, just run, yeah? Scream fire too, at the top of your lungs. People tend not to ignore fires in my experience. Especially a crowded place like this." It takes a few moments to actually find the door, as it's hidden behind some of the setup for the party. The young man pauses at the back door, turning the handle. Another sound this time, louder, closer, causes him to turn the handle hard and lean his shoulder into the door, causing it to swing open sharply and BANG! into something behind it. After a few moments of looking around, and nothing presenting itself as the source of the noise, he sniffs noisily at the air, and then turns towards some of the buildings next door to the party warehouse.


Something's got Haruka's attention focused on the back of the club, right ahead of her and Peter's mad dash through the crowd. "Yeah, I've got a phone," she mutters, then produces the Asp(tm) from her pocket. "This'll probably be more useful, though." She steps aside as Peter starts to bash the door, then nips back to follow him through. She pauses just on the other side to pull out the phone and dial 9-1-1, pausing just before hitting 'send'. If the circumstances found there justify it... well, it'll be useful. Or something to use to intimidate someone with.


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?"


Mila laughed outright, throwing her head back as she did so, but squeezing Volya tighter around her hips. When she looked back up at the woman, Mila's brown eyes were glinting with obvious and high levels of amusement. "You're so fucking cute, pupule wahine." Mila chuckled again and lifted onto tiptoes to place a sound kiss onto Volya's lips, but pulled away after she did so almost immediately, examining the other woman's mouth carefully. "Did I cut open your lip?" Worry was there, and not a small amount of surprise since she hadn't meant to do so. Mila sniffed the air a little, her nose scrunching.

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.


Volya interlaced her fingers behind Mila's neck. She continued to dance, swishing her hips to cause the hem of her gypsy skirt to bounce. Her nostrils wiggled and a grin peeled back her lips, "You smell amaz--" The first didn't interrupt her, but the second did. She blinked at Mila, "Bleeding? Fuck, I hope not." Her eyes drifted to the backdoor, and she nodded to Mila, and away they went. Her boots clumped as she bounced, waving her hand high over her head as she shouted, "Privet, Tigr!"


When Peter -- and anyone else who goes -- get into an even smaller alley that runs perpendicular between two of the buildings next door, they will see what has made those noises -- and the smell. There's a young-ish guy who's backed against the wall maybe fifteen feet down into that smaller alley, and he's holding what looks like a portable mixer or sound board. It's large enough to be ungainly, but small enough to carry, and judging by the fact that he's gone out the back, he probably isn't bringing it //in//. There's a wide cut on his cheek that's bleeding, and his eyes are wide with fear.

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.


Haruka blinks as the wave of stench overcomes her, and she stalls just outside the door instead of following Peter onto the attack. She blinks and shakes her head, then manages to focus on the ... figures... present in the alley. . o O ( What the heck... oh, shite, zombies... c'mon, what'd old Zed have to say about them... something something animating force... hell. ) "Find the damn necrofokker running them," she growls as she pops her baton open, "Can't be too damn far."


"The fuck?" Nick says, glancing from burglar-turn-zombie-bait to zombies, his nose wrinkling at the stench. He raises a brow as Peter becomes a tiger. He looks at the second zombie. There's the sudden scent of pine and salt in the air, along with the sound of hooves and bugle calls, somehow faint and yet close at the same time. Suddenly tendrils of ivy start to sprout from the ground around the zombies, curling around the feet and ankles and crawling up the legs to wind their way around the dead thing's form, trying to pinion it and keep it from moving.

"Book it, yeah?" Nick tells the thief, clearly not too worried about whoever it is he's stealing from.


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 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 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 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 large feline blinks as the kid runs away, and then gives a very curious look as the two zombies turn to follow it. After a moment, the Siberian gives chase, running after the zombie that can still move. But instead of attempting to claw the creature down, the feline knocks the zombie head over heels. And before it can regain its footing, the Siberian tiger settles down upon its back. Each time it attempts to stand, the feline puts a paw down on the offending hand or leg. No. No move. Stay zombie, stay.


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 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.


Haruka shakes her head, finally fighting off the inaction she'd been stunned into by the sudden stench of the zombies. (The sight of Peter simply sitting on one of them certainly helps.) "Oi! Dead-boy! Pay attention!" she yells, as she leaps forward at the other one. "That's it," she snaps, slamming her baton into its side with a meaty think.

"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.


"Zombies want to be the next hot deejays, maybe," Nick says. There's the sound of hooves again, the roar and salty scent of the sea and pine that seems to swirl around Nick. Meanwhile, the zombie who's dragging himself, vines wrapped around him, suddenly finds himself being lifted, as the vines climb up the nearest vertical surface, to dangle him upside down and by the ankle, making him a handy target, much like a pinata, for someone to swat at.

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.


Mila walked into the alley after the way was clear, but as she did so, the skin that was visible on her started to mottle and shade to the color of white and orange coral. Spikes sprung out from her skin, everywhere, long and wicked looking, starting at a violent red and fading to an ebony, pitch black at their sharpest point. No longer did she look like some normal, Hawaiian, sports buff, nope. Now she looked like a walking sea creature covered in spines that meant to harm anything they touched. When she strode up to the zombie that Peter was sitting on, she did so with purpose, and began kicking and stomping at its head with her spike covered foot, plunging the spikes into it along with the meaty thud of her foot coming into contact with its decaying flesh.


Volya scooched outside as Mila pulled the door closed. When Mila mentioned the music, she stood there, acting at the very least acting as a door jam. Her brow came together as she tried to sort out the beat, but mostly just tuned into the music inside the building. She started muttering in Russian, "Yebat-kopat... Idiota kusok." Growling to herself, she cupped her hands around her ears to make her listening more directional.


The fresher reanimated corpse gets knocked down by the tiger, and it snarls, wrenching around to take a swipe for Mila as it struggles away from the tiger's paws. This particular swipe seems almost annoyed, though, instead of purposefully directed toward her -- its attention still seems mostly focused on the kid with the sound board, even as the bat swoops down to grasp whatever it is from it. And what it //is// looks like a radio of some sort.

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.


The large feline sat impassively upon the zombie, for the most part, still sticking a paw out every now and then to frustrate the zombie's attempts to get up again. Though things get really exciting when Mila comes over like an avenging, landed sea urchin and curb stomps its head a few times. Now the Tiger has to work at keeping the zombie from escaping. The large cat stands up upon the zombie's back, and then settles back down suddenly, using his weight to pin the zombie back down. He then looks to Mila expectantly.


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.


Haruka sidesteps the trapped zombies, stalking her way over towards the thief, waving the zombie-gunk-covered baton at him. "Alright, kid, this is... well, exactly what it looks like. Stuff happens, and you got caught in the middle of it. Sorry 'bout that. I'd say you've got nothing to worry about, we've got this all under control... but hey, you managed to tick off -someone- if they're sending that at you. It's... probably not a good idea to go it alone in something like this. I know I wouldn't want to. Better to stick to friends who can help you handle that kind of problem, hey?"


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.


Mila likely planned to do some more curb stomping, but as Peter got up and stepped free of her target, Mila just stared for a moment. "Well, shit." Rather than leaving the zombie to get up and start shambling about, Mila instead moved over behind the creature, folded its limbs back, and applied bodily pressure to it in order to keep it down on the ground, solidly grappled. "Someone come kill this damn thing, please?" She called out to the group in general. "Behead it, something?" Her spikes had sunk in deep to the zombie and some nasty juices were squelching out of it onto the concrete, making her grimace at it.


Volya let out a scream as she kicked off the door and attempted a double booted leap onto the zombie held down by Mila. The zombie rolled Mila off to get out of the way and Volya let out another scream. "This is the stupid way of doing this! The only fucking music I hear is inside! If anyone can hear it coming from somewhere else, can you please point it out so we can kick the little drummer boy's ass!"


The young man is still running, when Haruka's voice cuts through over the noise of the music and the fighting. "You crazy?!" he exclaims, but his steps do slow, and then stop -- briefly. He looks like he might go at any moment, but for now...he stays. "We //all// gotta get out of here!"

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.


Once Tiger lets go of Zombie 1 and it turns on Mila instead of the boy, Iara-bat snarls and dives towards the zombie again, powerful claws extended and at the ready as she savagely claws and tears at its neck, licking her lips hungrily as she awaits for blood. But of course it's probably not very good blood if any at all. Oh well.


Haruka steps quickly to the side to get in front of the kid again. "You run, you're just going to keep running. Never know when they might catch up to you... might come after you again... better to get along with the folks who can actually do something about this kind of butt-pirate, yeah?" She grins a foxy little grin and reaches up to put her hand on his shoulder. "You can trust us. We're the good guys."


Nick casts his eyes around for a weapon, and he sweeps up the radio that Iara smashed up -- he'd rather not get any zombie viscera on his hands if he can help it. Plus hard plastic is better than soft flesh for damaging a rotting corpse, right? He swings his hand, with radio inside, toward the zombie's face. Again, he makes contact and again, the zombie swings around, still tethered by those vines, like the most disgusting pinata ever.


Mila let out a grumbling sound of annoyance as the Zombie she'd been holding down rolled her off of himself. Of course, when he struck her, the growl of rage that slipped free from Mila was nothing short of spine tingling (spines, get it?). Grabbing the arm that had swiped at her, Mila torqued and twisted, then jerked the zombie toward her, turning its back to her front, and wrapped her other arm around its neck. Spikes sank in, aiding the hold, and she tightened her arms down hard on its more fragile vessels and tendons. "You are seriously pissing me off, lolo."


With the radios gone, Volya just went into delivery a flurry of blows on the zombie held by Mila. Most of the hits glanced off harmlessly until a hit spun its head 90 degrees with pop of tendons. Growling her frustration, she shook her hand. "I thought these things were supposed to, like, die again or something!"


For the fresher zombie, it's as though the kid Haruka's talking to never even existed now. No, its entire attention is focused on Mila. Its other arm swings across her face, knocking into her jaw as it fairly roars, its jaw opening so widely that it threatens to become unhinged like its companion.

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.


As zombie #1 continues to focus on attacking Mila and apparently ignoring Iara-bat, she continues to flutter around, looking for another opening. And as that arm swings across Mila's face, that is her next target, latching onto its arm, sinking her sharp teeth into it and chomping down. Hard. Eww, this is not gonna taste very nice, is it?


Haruka nods and squeezes the kid's shoulder lightly. "Come on now. Let's get you out of here, hey? We'll just put that board where the deejay can find it later, and get somewhere safe and away from all the monsters. Right?" She pulls him briefly close, reaching out to take the mixer, then leads him out and back towards the club, away from the battle. To, hopefully, safety.


"Jesus Christ," says Nick, when he finally gets an eyeful of Mila while looking over in that direction. He taps a spot on himself. "You've got something right here. And actually here, to. And also here." But it's accompanied by a grin. He actually looks impressed. Finally, he turns to regard the swinging zombie again, and notices the radio clipped to its belt, between a gap in those vines that are doing such a good job of restraining him. He moves, avoiding any flailing limbs, and pulls the radio off, turning it around in his hands until he finds the off button.


When Nick gets that radio and turns it off, again there's that little shiver from the zombies -- and now, instead of turning on anyone, they just...stop. The one hanging by the vines just goes limp, and the one attempting to beat the crap out of Mila does, too. They still look animated, but now they are just there, puppets whose strings have been cut.


Mila let out a gruff breath as the zombie that was attacking elected to change course and go all rag doll once Nick shut off the radio. Turning her gaze to look at him, Mila raised a spike laden eyebrow and grinned darkly. "I certainly hope so, or the mirror lies when I do a spin while I'm feeling pissy. Thanks for shutting them up." She looked down at the zombie at her feet and kicked it savagely, obviously more than annoyed at it, and hard enough to send its neck back at a horrid angle, bones crunching raunchily as it did so. "Need to make sure these things can't be used again, so if anyone has fire, or something that makes them melt, or hell.. anything... anyone got any Lye on them?" She kicked at the thing's head again and again, just to continue breaking it to to the point that she could smash the brain inside. Mila looked at Volya and gave her a grin. "You want to grab some rum from inside and we can light these up, ko'u aloha?"


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.


The kid has, apparently just given up. He does what Haruka tells him to do, and thus ends his life of crime. The zombies, meanwhile, continue to be inert, lying or hanging there like Halloween decorations gone horribly, horribly wrong. Or perhaps right.


Iara-bat arches a surprised brow when simply switching the 'off' button seems to do more good than smashing the radio. Good to know for next time. If there is a next time. Now however, it seems the immediate threat is over and about to be taken care of. The bat flutters down to tiger's back, landing lightly between his shoulders as if she does this often and she peers around once more before the two of them head off into the night. Looks like there's no more work to be done tonight, although it's left open a lot of questions..


"No problem. Took me a bit to spot it, sorry," Nick says. When Volya runs off for run, Nick calls after, "Get vodka, burns better." He's helpful, see? "If you lot are going to have a barbecue, I think I'll take my leave. I have a transaction I might be able to complete if I'm lucky." With that he makes a playful little bow, and heads back in as well, finding his phone to punch in a few keys. Hopefully his client's still there and it won't cost him $100 for having to reschedule.


Mila went about finished up her smashing of the zombie on the ground until it's gearbox (read: brain) was no longer able to control it. She was straight up jack-kicking and giving the people's elbo to the one on the wall still held by vines by the time Volya came back out with flammable alcohol. Just to make sure both were unable to rub two brain cells together enough to animate an arm.


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.