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Post by NPC on May 7, 2011 19:06:20 GMT -5
    Angela Wolfe
Nicholas Austin
Andrew Hodges
Hiroshi Chen
Angie Wolfe couldn't believe her luck. She was beyond speechless at this point. The young woman just couldn't fucking get it. The female cop didn't fucking understand how she'd ended up with two big pussies and a guy she didn't trust as far as she could throw him. The young woman just didn't get it. She was a fighter. She would always keep moving... Angela was a damn tough woman who was not going to give up without a fight. She was going to go as far as it took, so far as she was concerned. Angela knew that it wasn't going to be easy... Especially given the fact that she was teamed up with the most motley crew that she'd ever seen in her life. Angie didn't know where her partner was. Shit, she didn't know where any of her fellow officers were or whether or not they were still alive. This whole thing was just one big god damn shit hole.
They were walking through the streets of New York City. They hadn't been able to find a place to hole down yet. They really had been shit out of luck and the young group had not been able to find a place to sit still and stay safe. It was kind of ironic... Nick and Andrew stuck together like glue... And to be honest, they were both pretty wussy. Even though no one liked living in this hell hole... Nicki and Andrew were not adept at this life at all. Andrew carried a big baseball bat as they strode down the street, while Nicki carried a pistol he'd found. It made him feel tough to be honest... Even though Andrew didn't like guns, Nicki had no problems with them. The young guy felt powerful with the pistol firmly in his hand as he kept his eyes peeled. He didn't like this eerie kind of quiet. It freaked him out and made him skittish... And Nicki didn't like being so nervous.
Hiroshi Chen... Where to begin with Hiroshi Chen... Hiroshi was the project manager for Immunex... The reason all this happened. Hiroshi had been in charge of the drug that had turned people into zombies. It was unreal in a sense... But to be honest, Hiroshi didn't give a fuck. He was doing his job, there was nothing that could be done now. Right now, Hiroshi's main concern was surviving. None of the others knew who he was... And Hiroshi intended to keep things that way. He held a shotgun close to his body with his hands gripping it firmly as the four unlikely survivors continued through the deserted streets of New York City. The walking dead were out there... They just couldn't see them right now. They had to be quiet, and they had to be careful. The middle-aged man wasn't going down without a fight, that was for damn sure. With a slight smirk, Hiroshi cleared his throat, prompting Andrew to jump a little as he was startled. "Easy there champ... I was only asking if anyone had any more ideas for where we can stay safe... Preferably ones that don't suck." Angie was about to speak up and chew Hiroshi's ass out, but before she could, something caught her attention. She could see someone ahead, right before them. "Who's there? Show yourself."
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Post by King Daemon on May 9, 2011 23:38:58 GMT -5
Oh High noon dead moon
A hangin all over you yeah
Devilman yes I can cut a little piece of you yeah "Easy there champ... I was only asking if anyone had any more ideas for where we can stay safe... Preferably ones that don't suck." Damon had recently moved from Brooklyn to Central Park in Manhattan. He was looking all over the Five Burroughs for people to invite to his little circus show, and he had encountered some folks on his way out of Brooklyn. Now that he was out in earnest looking for an audience, he felt he should start with the immediate area around Central Park, and that was the burrough of Manhattan. He had lucked out too...a group of about four had crossed his path. He had been spotted, ruining his chance of the element of surprise. He cursed under his breath, and had to deal with the situation. "Who's there? Show yourself.""As you wish," King Daemon said with a rotten corpse smile on his face. He rose, and gave a flourishing bow to his new friends. "My name is King Daemon, Ringmaster of the Cirque Du Carnage, Gentleman Extraordinaire, and all around great guy!"He looked them over. A strange group of unlikely friends, but that was the times at work.All sorts of different people had come together just to survive. Damon wanted to people together....together to die. "Do you folks like the circus?" He asked, as he surveyed his potential victims. |
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Post by NPC on May 19, 2011 3:56:03 GMT -5
Angela Wolfe
Nicholas Austin
Andrew Hodges
Hiroshi Chen
None of the four people in the group of motley survivors had expected anything like this. The person, if you could call him that, that had emerged from the shadows on the desolate New York City street was one terrifying son of a bitch. Angela didn't know what the fuck to make of him, but her hand immediately tightened around her firearm. She didn't know where her partner was or anyone from the precinct... But damn, she sure as hell wished she had some backup now. Not one of these pussy's she had here... No, Angie needed someone talented to back her up. Not some Grade-A yahoo who had picked up a gun for the first time and thought that they were Clint Eastwood. "W-what the fuck are you?" The man's frightening demeanor had gotten to Angela's own nerves. Sure, she had nerves of steel... But she'd never seen much like this before... Even in this fucked up apocalypse.
Nicholas and Andrew remained nearly completely still as the man, if you could call him that stepped forward and bowed. The thing's name was King Daemon, or so it claimed. It claimed to be the circus master and Andrew immediately shuddered and gripped his baseball bat tighter. He hated the circus oh so very much. The young man didn't say anything and neither did Nicki as he waited to try and calm his own nerves. It seemed everyone was a basket of nerves right now. It probably had to do with the fact that they were all more or less overtired... But still, they definitely weren't the most stable bunch right now. Hiroshi, however, his eyes lit up in excitement as he eyed the fine specimen. Hiroshi lowered his shotgun slightly as he eyed King Daemon. The young scientist was just absolutely marveled at what was right before him. "What happened to you?"
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Post by King Daemon on Jun 2, 2011 23:04:15 GMT -5
Hunger! Inside you
Hunger!
Hunger! Destroy you
Hunger! "W-what the fuck are you?" A pretty young woman in the group had decided to speak, and he smiled. Her question had an obvious answer, but he felt like humoring the poor girl. She was after all, in the running for a future victim. Her candidacy for that honor left her with certain priviledges...like asking simple questions that get to the point of things... "Well...I thought you might have noticed, but I am a corpse. A walking.Talking. Corpse. Hard to believe isn't it?""What happened to you?"Another winning question! King Daemon approached the asian fellow with glee. He looked him over. The guy seemed to be a sharp fellow, his interest being something akin to how an appraiser might look at fine art. "Something got inside me...a sickness, you see. It changed me. Killed me, you could say, and then gave me new life. A strange new life...even after death, the show must go on!"King Daemon cackled and danced around, ending his little show in a sweeping bow. He gave the crowd an impatient look. "But really, what I am is Circusmaster, and I am promising one Hell of a show if you just come on down and be my audience...I'm going to need volunteers for some acts, as well."Damon wasn't letting on what exactly the show entailed. Let them find out in time. He smiled, and pointed to the flyer in his hand. "It's in Central Park, we do shows every day, starting this coming weekend!" |
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Post by NPC on Jun 15, 2011 9:19:34 GMT -5
Angela Wolfe
Nicholas Austin
Andrew Hodges
Hiroshi Chen
Andrew Hodges's eyes grew wide out of fear and anxiety as the rotting, talking corpse in front of them spoke. Andrew had been through this apocalypse for two weeks now... But he hadn't seen anything like this yet. This was something else. No, this was something else entirely and it was totally fucked up. Andrew cocked his eyebrow up slightly and spoke up, the fear in his voice clearly noted. "H-how can you speak? For a moment, Andrew paused as Nicholas assessed the situation... These things... Whatever the hell they were. They weren't supposed to speak. "Guys... This isn't right..." For a moment, Nicki gripped his pistol tighter even so. The young man was nervous as all fucking hell. He just wanted to survive. But every day. Hell, every moment that Nicki endured in this wretched life... It made the young man think that the chances of his survival were less and less likely.
Angela Wolfe was starting to get pissed off. This wasn't right. There was no fucking doubt about that in her mind. The young police officer had half a mind to cap this fool right now... But the young woman waited momentarily. What if these things were still part human? What if they could be reasoned with? What if coexistence was possible? In the two weeks they'd been through this... Angie had never met one of these fucks that could talk. She'd always just started doing business first and taking names later. Angie was especially trigger happy now that the apocalypse had been brought to their door step. The young woman wanted to survive and wasn't getting eaten by one of these fucking things. Hiroshi's eyes widened remarkably as he eyed the monster. The thing seemed to talk about a circus. How the fuck was this possible? Hiroshi wasn't entirely sure, but the middle aged man knew one thing... He didn't want to stick around to find out anything more. "I think we'll actually be going now, if you don't mind... I think we've seen enough... Besides, I know Andrew here doesn't quite like circuses... Clowns give him the creeps..."
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Post by King Daemon on Jul 17, 2011 23:03:43 GMT -5
Swift might dead night
That's all right for you yeah
Voodoo man yes I can
Tear it all down for you yeah "H-how can you speak?"Damon laughed. It was a silly question, but he would humor the asker. He hadn't really worked out the science of it, so he was going to give it to the guy in the simplest terms. "I open my mouth, and words come out," Damon said cackling like it was the funniest sarcastic remark ever made. "Guys... This isn't right...""Abandon such notions of right and wrong," Damon said, " In this world, there is only madness."He smiled a rotten toothed smile, and considered the other man who had spoken to him...or about him. Damon was not quite sure which was the case... apparently now he was definitely addressing the devilishly handsome corpse. "I think we'll actually be going now, if you don't mind... I think we've seen enough... Besides, I know Andrew here doesn't quite like circuses... Clowns give him the creeps.""That's unfortunate," Damon said, lowering his head in disappointment, "Then you will all have to die now..."King Daemon managed to draw forth a dagger, seemingly instantaneously from nowhere. This was a bit of prestidigitation on his part, a trick he learned years ago. It had been concealed in his jacket, and he had drawn it through sleight of hand. Hsi bow brought it into his shirt sleeve, from where it was easily slid down into the palm of his hand. He quickly thrust the blade into the chest of the Asian man who had been so curious as to what had made Damon the monster he now was... The blade didn't strike a vital organ however. It was intended merely to wound the man, not kill him right then and there. That would bore Damon immensely. No, he preferred to draw it out, and cause as much pain as possible. He pulled back the blade, and licked the blood off of it. " A delightful vintage, I must say...""But I'll allow my friends to be the judge of that..." The smell of the blood had hit the air and in seconds, there was a mob of infected forming around the group. |
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Post by NPC on Jul 22, 2011 3:45:15 GMT -5
Angela Wolfe
Nicholas Austin
Andrew Hodges
Hiroshi Chen
"I open my mouth, and words come out," Damon cackled. Nicholas felt as if he was about to crap his pants, seriously, this was just god damn freaky. Nicholas turned his gaze to Andrew and Angela who both looked equally as taken aback.
"Abandon such notions of right and wrong,...In this world, there is only madness." Damon added, Nicholas looked at him, furrowed his brows "..Oh man.." he muttered. Seriously? this guy was crazy, trust them to stumble upon the craziest mother fucker running around. Andrew could barely look at the guy, he hated clowns, he hated the circus, it gave him the creeps. Angel at this time didn't say anything, but she gripped her side arm pretty fiercely. She didn't trust this guy.
When Hiroshi pointed out Andrews blatent dislike for clowns, the strange man did not take to well to his words. She watched him like a hawk, ready to attack if he made a wrong move. Angela didn't trust no one anymore. "That's unfortunate...Then you will all have to die now..." He threatened, and there he unleashed a dagger. Before anyone could do shit, he'd attacked Hiroshi. Nicholas squealed, diving aside as he couldn't believe his eyes and Andrew froze up on the spot.
He pulled the dagger out of Hiroshis chest who gripped the wound and staggered back. Andrew caught him, Nicholas jumping to his feet and running to his aid " A delightful vintage, I must say..." Damon sneered. Angela locked her eyes on him, having momentarily been frozen with shock. "But I'll allow my friends to be the judge of that..." he said, as the clowns turned to them. "..You just made a big fucking mistake.." Angela called, pointing the side arm at Damon and taking multiple shots at him.
The hoard began to gather, Angela backed up and turned to the boys "..Go! Run! get him out of here!.." Angela called, before turning and following after the boys as they made a run for it. This was truly fucked up.
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Post by King Daemon on Aug 1, 2011 21:16:39 GMT -5
Red rain, no pain
Fallin down over you yeah
Wicked man yes I can
A walkin all over you yeah "..Oh man.."Damon was liking these guys, if he had to be honest with himself. But they weren't exactly good audience members if they didn't like clowns. Who doesn't like clowns? People who want to be sad all the time, that's who. Damon knew what he had to do, so he stabbed one of them, the scientific one...Damon hated science. It might be because of present state of being...but that was a philosophical question that Damon had no time for at all. The scent of blood in the air had drawn some of Damon's infected kindred, and the mad showman smiled. "..You just made a big fucking mistake.."Shots rang out, and Damon felt the bullets embed in his decaying flesh. Blood oozing out, dead blood, infected blood. He had to do something about this...at any rate he wouldn't be able to pursue his would be victims. He would leave that to the others. He had no interest in losing his unlife. "..Go! Run! get him out of here!.." "Please, do come to the show!" he shouted after them, " Remember, Central Park!"-Fin for Damon- |
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