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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"          Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| Tabby raised an eyebrow at Mike. "Only if you can make it quick...and good." she says, making her way back inside the club.
"And since you helped me out, I'll only charge you half price." |
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Jobes Car Joe  Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Name: William Lando
Nickname: Foot Long WIlly Age: 23 Sex: Male Sexual Preference: Women Clothing: When he isn't being filmed he wears regular street clothes; jeans and a t-shirt Special Abilities: Has a foot long (you know) Profession: Porn Star Will walks into the strip club. He walks over to the and orders a beer. He grabs his beer and walks over to a table where he takes his trench coat off and places it on the seat next to him (Last edited by Jobes on 05-11-07 06:09 PM) |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream  Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Name: Xal Quintros
Nickname: Blood-Letter Age: 22 Sex: Male Appearance: 6' even, piercing blue eyes, short silver hair that spikes to the side. He has a finely tuned muscle structure that could rival that of a part time body builder, but his build isn't out there, infact it looks finely tuned in an artistic way. Clothing: A black tank-top, blue jeans, black hiking boots. Sexual Preference: Girls Special Abilities: Near God-like reflexes and Master of CQC Profession: Strip Club Bouncer History: Going through live, Xal needed to learn to fight early in his youth. His unique looks made most men jealous because their girls would usually turn to watch him walk through school halls. Because of such, he was always fighting. After school, he practiced with many sticks and wooden model weaponry to help him in any situation he needed when growing up, and trained his body to move as fast as he could, at any time he needed. Graduating High School, his college life was short lived, for a few months into it, a school shooting came about. In this time, his training game to fruitation, but not in the way he had hoped. He took on the shooter without a weapon, and found that if he played his cards right, he could actually dodge the bullets that came at him... Not perfectly, for he still got hit, but most of them were grazes at best. With such masterful abilities to fight, he took the shooter down almost too well, and killed him accidentally when his skull split open upon contact with the ground. Through unfair trial, manipulation of judges, from jealous men he went through high school with, he went to jail on counts of man slaughter for a year. He was released within a year for the court system figured out the tainted methods. He was paid over a million dollars as an apology for his lost year, and could have retired, but he chose to pick a career that would best suit his highly trained skills. With great fear of his abilities, nearly no one would higher him, until he cam acrossed this bar that was in need of a bouncer, thus he was employed. Weapons: None **** Xal crossed his arms over his broad chest as he leaned against the wall closest to the front door. His piercing blue eyes scanned the area, watching the fleshed figures move about in the distance of the room, and the men whom slobbered over themselves to get closer. It rather disgusted him really, since he had little need for sexual activity. He found from his high school life such things could only lead to violent endings. Regardless, a job was a job, and he was half asleep. The only thing that aroused his attention was a small skirmish that took place on the other end of the building, but it was over as fast as it began, and hardly demanded his attention in the matter. He pushed off from the wall, after nearly yawning himself to sleep, and stumbled over toward the bar that lay close by. A few quick steps, and he found himself leaning over the bar counter, staring a hole through the barkeep. His grin betrayed his wants. "You know you can't drink on the job, Xal." The Barkeep said in a sigh, showing this wasn't the first attempt. "Common 'Keep! I need something to keep me preoccupied. There hasn't been a whole lot of activity since I started this job!" Xal pleaded with the man, gaining no ground in the conversation. "That's because you stop the brawls a little too well. Maybe you should just focus on the women more then the booze, it's all free to you anyway, you know." He shook his head, while cleaning one of the glasses with a white rag. Xal clicked his tongue as he pushed off from the counter, and leaned back, stretching his back. "Tsh... Fine. Can't even spot me when I ask..." Irritation began to sink in, but Xal attempted to shrug it off, as he turned, leaned his left side onto the bar counter, and watched the show. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^  Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4788 days |
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| :: Detric spotted the built bouncer complaining from his lack of "special attention" and couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he again fell back into his chair. This time he hit the ground and started to laugh harder, more at his own stupidity then at the actions of the bouncer::
"Man, I think we're done guys. Let's find a place to sit down and not fall over" :: Detric sat up, his swords now completely visible. The silky black sheath on his right hip and the blood red sheath on his left hip. He sat the chair back up and paid his tab at the bar. Detric stumbled toward the rear of the building, finding the closest booth that was un-occupied and plopped himself onto the booth leaning his head back, waiting for the alcohol to run its course:: |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back!   Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| Kevin hurried into the worker's entrance of the strip club, fretting that he was late. He'd never been late for his shift since his entire time working here. He threw his coat in the general direction of the coat rack, missing terribly, and quick stepped behind the bar. The current bartender gave Kevin a cruel look then started to head out the door. "Wait a second! What have I missed?" Kevin asked.
"Oh..." The barkeep replied, "Nothing much, just a couple of loonies getting their fight on." "Usual business then?" Kevin chuckled. The barkeep signalled to him what seemed to be a goodbye, then left. Kevin rubbed his hands together, hoping for a good show now, whether it be another scrap or a good strip show. "Right! Anyone here need a drink?" He asked to anyone and everyone sitting at the bar. (ooc: Sorry about the late entry... I hadn't realised this RP had started. 
Also, sorry if my post contradicts anything that has already happened, I'm not entirely sure now if skim reading the posts already made and posting at quarter to midnight is such a good idea...) Name: Kevin Wright Nickname: Blender Age: 28 Sex: Male Appearance: 5' 3" tall, semi-muscular, dark brown eyes and hair. Clothing: At work Kevin always wears a black tuxedo with all the trimmings and extras. Sexual Preference: Women. Special Abilities: Can make practically ANY cocktail, and will always show off his skills of throwing, flipping and catching the flask while mixing them. Also has great training on using his assault shotgun and katana, both hung up proudly behind the bar. Three good reasons why his nickname is blender. 
Profession: Bartender at the bar in the strip club. History: 'Kevin' has not always been called by that name. When he worked as a cleaner at his local supermarket, he was called Jonathan Cane. After getting in a heated arguement with a work colleague and an unhappy customer, he managed to commit a murder and, being the kinda guy he was, went into hiding. After a couple of months he believed the police had given up the search and moved in to an abandoned apartment. It was completely stripped of anything except for an old sofa and a fifty year old TV (Which he could not watch due to the fact electricity wasn't suppliedto the apartment.) After only days there, he restarted his life by gaining fake IDs, qualifications, you name it, going under the guise of Kevin Wright. He figured he had to get a job, so he applied for one at the strip club, a job he'd wanted for a while for two reasons: He liked almost naked women dancing, and he had always wanted to be the one serving the hangovers rather than receiving them. He now owns a three bedroom semi with indoor swimming pool, his house fitted with some of the latest household gadgets. SOOOOO Much better than that manky apartment he used to live in. |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Will hearing the bartender asking for a drink. He gets up, grabs his coat and heads for the bar. He walks up the bar and stares at the bartender for a second.
"Hey. Can I get a Rum and Coke?" |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Dexter smiled and thought to himself that he must keep Tabby's promise in mind.There had been some commotion earlier, and rumors spread through the bar of someone being killed. Few people cared, most were lowlifes, and almost all of them could hold their own against an aggressor, at least until the bouncer came and kicked the shit out of both of them. However, some fat guy lumbered into the bar area, coming from the back. His shirt drenched in blood. One of the big bouncers, Dick, came and tried to set him straight, but the fat guy just stared at him with cold eyes. Dick grabbed him by the back and his hand entered some gross sort of wound. Deep and dripping blood. Needless to say, Dick flipped shit, and told the bartender to call the hospital. Just before he got bit.
Dexter couldn't watch this scene for long, his beeper went off like a siren. His face began to show general concern, then worry, as he bolted to the pay phone in the back, the one in the girl's dressing room. He was greeted by bountiful breasts and big smiles. All the ladies knew him. The blonde bombshell that sucked him off earlier was here, she blushed when Dexter winked. But he had something more important on his mind. He dialed the number. A nervous voice picked up the phone after a second. "Jack, it's me, what's going on? What, how could that...I understand, where can we go? C'mon there's gotta be a safe house somewhere...Local shopping Mall? Alright, we'll meet up in the gray section. I'll try to bring as many as possible. Gotcha." The girls in the room looked at Dexter oddly, he smiled frantically, he needed to do something. "Ladies, run to the mall, there's something scary out there." Dexter noticed Tabby walking into a back room with Mike, a frequent fuck of hers. He grabbed her by the wrist. Pulling her close to him, and whispering in her ear. "Hate to interrupt your booty call, but we have to go, I'll fill you in as soon as we're safe." Dexter pulled her to find Project 13, calling for him and explaining that they needed to leave. By this time, the fat guy had bitten a couple more people, mostly customers and some of the women. But it looked like one of the bouncers beat him to death. "Listen up everyone, we need to make it to the mall, it's gonna be OK, we just need to go or else we're doomed!" IMPORTANT I repeat from my post within the discussion thread, you may only have ONE weapon at this time, and it may not last forever. I want people to think up their own weapons, and innovate with things found in a shopping mall. I will explain each section and what is in that section, also the volume of zombies in each store/area. No single player can take on a horde of zombies, that's final. |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| Kevin grabbed his flask and started to fill it with coke. Just as he grabbed the rum bottle, one of the bouncers came up to him and told him to call the hospital. Kevin stared in horror as the fat guy took a chunk out of the bouncer. "Holy shit..." He murmered, stepping back, merely watching as the bloody-mouthed fatty bit more people. By the time he thought of grabbing the assault shotgun above the bar and the small amount of shells left in a drawer, another bouncer jumped at the fat guy and took him out.
Kevin proceeded to call the hospital, not entirely sure what to say. "Er... Hi, yeah... Some weirdo has just came into the club... He, uh... He has bitten a few people... Yes bitten! Yes I am fucking serious! Yes I do mean taken a fucking chunk out of them!" Kevin put the phone down as Dexter made an announcement. "What the hell is going on!?" Kevin shouted across the room at Dexter in quite a frightened voice. |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Xal grew a bit annoyed at the scene with the fatass, and a bit angry that one of his fellow bouncers was hurt so easily. Then again, almost every fight for him was easy, and he's easy to forget that.
Slowly, he pushed away from the bar counter, slipped his hands into his jeans, and waltzed over to where the dead fatass lay. He glanced down at the corpse, caked in blood, and smelt like ass. "Lovely." He said, without a flinch. He glanced back at the hurt bouncer, and shook his head slowly, looking back down. Slowly, he began to kneel down to drag the body out, when Dexter made his small announcement. With a sigh, he ignored the body and made his way over to Dex. "Alright, buddy, what the hell is going on?" He was beginning to lose his patients with the night in general, as he glared holes through Dexter. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4788 days |
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| :: Detric lifted his head as the people in the bar started to panic and gather around the man with the funny glasses. Detric then saw the fat man on the ground, his face stood emotionless and his body saturated in his own blood. He rose from his sitting position and looked around again, speaking shortly there after::
"Man, I was having a good hangover nap too" :: Detric made his way toward the bulky bouncer and the man with the glasses holding his stripper friend Tabby:: "A'ight Specs, whats going on" :: Detric placed his elbows on each of his corosponding swords, resting them comfortably on the hilts:: |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| Tabby looked around as Dexter still had her by the wrist, and people began to gather around them. Where's Mike? she thought as she looked around for him. She couldn't see him but was sure he would have followed her and Dexter, so she wasn't too worried.
She looked up at Detric and grinned. "He's harmless. No worries." She says, as she lightly tapped his chest with her free hand and then pulled from his grasp. Gently, she pushed herself past Detric. She could see commotion behind the men standing in front of her and wanted to know what for. "So this is why we have to head to the mall?" she asked, as she watched people frantically move about the joint. Some were falling over practically, covered in blood and others were still just fine. "What's going on?" |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Dexter sighed audibly.
"I said I would explain later." (PS Leon, the fat guy is the guy you had killed.) Dexter pushed everyone along towards the door. "We're not safe here, soon 'they' will overwhelm us." |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3830 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| As Dexter turned and began to call out 13's name, he was cut off, as the tall silent man was already standing behind him, his coat seeming to flap in the windless room.
As Dexter alerted the rest of the bar, 13 once again questioned the logic. There was plenty of protection back at the shelter, as well as a large arsenal for him to defend his master with. They were just decreasing their odds of survival by going to an insecure, public, location, and limiting their arsenal. It was a risky move that would mostly end in their deaths, and truthfully, 13 wasn't bothered by that. |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Will looked around for something to use a weapon. He spots a butter knife and grabs it. He walks over to the crowd of people and stands there. Will stands by the door waiting for other people to venture outside before he does.
"Hey um...who are they? The mob? I am friends with them." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| "Not the mob, something much worse. We have to go, the things coming after us are...not of this world. now let's Move!"
Dexter charges through the front door, leading onto a darkened street. Several street lamps illuminate the roads. Few figures dot the group's field of vision. A bouncer that had been bit was with them, he quickly began shaking violently. Falling to the earth, the poison taking over. He rose and stared with glazed over eyes. Lunging at Dexter, who proceeded to throw him over himself. Dexter had studied some martial arts, nothing major. But this poison was faster than usual, means it's mutated. "Stay away from anyone who has been bit. They'll be turned into 'them,' and let me tall you, you don't want that happening." |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Will followed Dexter out the door and followed close behind him. Will helped Dexter get the bitten bouncer off of him.
"Dexter your one of those scientist people, what is going on?" |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Xal watched the scene in horror. He quickly began to gather what was taking place, and it disturbed him to the core. His eyes watched every movement of the bitten bouncer as he stumbled toward Dexter, and as the man corpse was thrown. Slowly, his mind clicked.
"Hey." He touched Will on the shoulder, and gave him a sharp look. "The man said he'll explain later, just follow him." He glanced up at Dexter and gave him a nod as he turned around to the front doors, glided across the room, and slammed the doors open. "Everyone, please leave this building in an orderly fashion." He said with a booming voice, trying to help Dexter in his urgency. He began to wave to the door to attempt to herd out the crowd. "You, your Dexter, right? I'll stay behind and make sure people vacate." And with that, he jammed his foot into the base of the door to leave it pried open. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4788 days |
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| :: Detric stepped up beside the bulky bouncer and nodded in agreement, his elbows still resting on his swords the same as before::
"I ll stay with him, its best this way. Everyone else should follow the white coat" :: Detric stood at the doors of the club and began to show people out. Watching carefully for anyone who was either bleeding, or biting other people:: ((Thinking)) "The hells going on" |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| Kevin reached up for the katana above the bar, but realized it was attatched to the mount. "Oh fuck..." He moaned. Instead, he took firm hold of his shotgun and loaded it with the four spare shells he had in his pocket, then jumped over the bar and followed everyone out. "Can't you explain on the way instead of when we get there?" | |||
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3830 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| The moment the infected bouncer touched pavement, 13 placed his booted foot on the former man's chest, effectively pinning him down. 13 reached into his coat and, drawing a large 12 gauge shotgun, placed it against the bouncer's nose. A moment later the weapon was back in his coat and the contents of the bouncer's head were cast across the pavement. He silently moved back into position behind his master. |
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