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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Pshaw!
You make it easy, boss!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:01:08.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And I fluffed a little...
...Okay... I fluffed a LOT! 
Got carried away there, perhaps, but I'm pretty sure that's how Murph would've reacted to Alaster's talk at that moment...
Point of note: Murph doesn't want to be the leader and probably wasn't really expecting anybody to come along when he first decided he was leaving the basement... after this first encounter, especially, he's thinking that maybe it would've been better if they'd stayed down there, in fact... but he also knows it's too late to change it and, like it or not, he feels responsible for all of the rest and isn't likely to let anything change that any time soon...
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 14:50:38.
Edited on 2010-08-18 at 15:15:10 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: You wanna talk? Fine! Let's talk!
“Head shots work,” Murph heard Mac’s voice behind him, “Fire. Not so well.
Ready when you are, Murph.”
“The fire hurt it,” Murph answered numbly, his gaze sliding sideways but not quite making it all the way around to find the bounty-hunter, “It just didn’t cook it enough before I shot her…” He blinked and turned his eyes back towards the squad car, “…it,” he corrected, resting the shotgun against his shoulder. “I don’t think sh… it liked daylight much, either… Hesitated for a second when it came out of the shadows…”
A few more steps passed by and the mechanic heard Alaster and Emily’s voices behind him. He couldn’t hear the words, really, just murmurings… tone… inflection… that kind of thing… and honestly, Tommy Murphy could give two craps about what they were saying, but, at that moment, it was preferable to what was looping in his head so he let himself listen for a second, lowering the shotgun into a ready position again as his eyes swept the streets and re-checked the car’s windows to make absolutely sure he couldn’t see anything moving in there as he led these people closer and closer. In those last few yards, the Browning was snugged to his shoulder and his stance lowered just a bit… the still unlit cigarette rolled from one corner of his mouth to the other, and Murph and the shotgun were all set to get up close and personal with the squad car windows when he realized the chatter behind him had died down and replaced by footsteps that were moving faster than the others… He had already halted his own progress and was in the midst of turning when a hand landed on his shoulder… Murphy tensed from head to toe for an instant, grimaced when he fought the instinct to bring the shotgun the rest of the way up, then relaxed enough to finish turning and take in the younger man through narrowed eyes.
"Hey, I need to talk to you over here," Alaster said, motioning to an area a couple feet away from the Police Cruiser.
Murph’s gaze flicked to the suggested area, slid back to Alaster, and then past him to the others who were still a few feet back…and softened a bit.
“Don't worry they can handle themselves with an empty car.”
Murph rested the gun again, held up a hand motioning for the others to stop… “Hold up, folks,” he said, still flat and numb, “Please.”
((Please?))
“Man,” he sighed, his eyes sliding back to Alaster, “we’ve all ate, slept, and s*** in the same one room for ten days. Don’t look like we’re gonna be changing that much anytime real soon, either. There ain’t no need for privacy. Talk to me here.”
((Assuming Alaster proceeds as posted… minor liberties taken with Alaster’s actions if that’s okay…))
“You don't have to continue being strong,” Alaster started…
The cigarette rolled across Murph’s lips again and he might have blinked.
“...I saw the way that whole ordeal shook you up,” the carpenter continued, “and it’s alright to say ‘hold on a minute’ or ask someone to take the lead when you need a breather….”
Murph blinked again, and offered a faint nod before he let go of the shotgun with one hand to retrieve a lighter from his pocket. He lit the smoke, put the lighter back, took hold of the shotgun again, and lifted his eyes to meet Alaster’s once more, but said nothing.
“We all gotta act on our strengths and we all have a leadership quality about us. So why don’t you let me take the gun? I'll take the lead and you can be close to Emily,” Alaster’s voice lowered a bit, then, and he leaned in a bit closer. “I've seen the way you look at her, man,” he almost whispered, “although it may not be a romance you are looking for, there’s something there that’s more than just friendship.”
Murph took a long drag on the cigarette. Held the smoke in his lungs as he let his gaze let go of Alaster and pan across the others… his eyes stopped on Emily and he blew the smoke out through his nose, took another drag, and returned his attentions to Alaster.
“Strong, huh?” he cracked a staid smile, “You think that’s what this is all about? Me trying to be strong? Show everybody I got a pair?” The smile broke into a humorless chuckle as he plucked the cigarette from between his lips. “You got it all wrong, Alaster… I ain’t strong… I ain’t trying to be strong… In fact, I’m scared as friggin’ hell! Right now, I’m just trying to keep breathin’ and make sure the rest of you do the same cuz you were all crazy enough to follow me...”
He shook his head, taking another drag on the cigarette and looking past the carpenter at the others. “You wanna know why I decided to come up here, in the first place,” he asked, not waiting for an answer, “Because I was sick and tired of wasting away in the dark and, honestly, I thought whatever happened up here had to be over by now… for good, bad, or ugly, I figured it had to be… Hell, how long can craziness like that last, right?... So, thinking I’d come up here and find nothing, I figured why not try and get the girl some help if I could… But, guess what? Nothing turned into this…” Murph snorted and took a final drag on the cigarette, his eyes scouring the scene around them, before he flicked the still burning butt away and threw his hands up in exasperation. He gestured to the corpse they’d left in the street with the shotgun; “Friggin’ turned into that!”
He turned as if he was about to walk away and, in fact, did make about two strides before he whirled around, glowering at the carpenter. “And what the hell are you talking about, anyway?! Spend time with Emily… something more than friendship?!?!
I look at her the way I do cuz I’m wondering whether she’s gonna die from starving in the basement at Patty’s or from all the blood she’s coughing up! The last friggin thing I’m thinking about is romance or friendship… especially with a girl that’s young enough to be my baby sister…” Murph was in Alaster’s face, now, jabbing a finger at the younger man for emphasis. “I don’t know that girl any better than I know you, man,” his finger veered from Alaster to indicate the zombie corpse, “or any better than that girl who’s head I just blew off!”
You called it a girl…
Murph swallowed hard, then, gritting his teeth and doing his very best not to succumb to the urge to just pop Alaster in the mouth and call it end of discussion. He managed to back away from the younger man, at least, and get both hands back on the shotgun to keep them from going anywhere else.
“Did you see it, Alaster?” Tommy Murphy asked after a moment. “I mean, did you get a really good look at what that thing looked like before Hammo’s firebomb hit it?” He didn’t wait for an answer to this, either. “Neither did I! But you know what? I got a good g**damn up close look at it after it stopped twitching, man, and I didn’t see no friggin’ monster! I saw a g**damn girl! A girl who looked enough like her,” he practically growled these words, his finger shooting over Alaster’s shoulder to point at Emily, “that it could’ve been her sister for all I know!
That’s why I’m upset, you friggin’ moron! That’s why I looked at her the way I did! That’s why I look at all of you the way I do! That’s why…”
Murph was shaking, now, and his eyes felt like they were on fire… and he was afraid that if he said anymore he’d either beat Alaster stupid or put the shotgun in his own mouth and eat the next round personally… “Stop tryin’ to get in my head,” he managed to snarl out as he turned and stomped towards the cruiser, “shut your mouth and get your a** back in formation…”
((OOC: Like I said, fluff for the most part… just good old fashion RP goodness… Murph’s definitely not in any mood to have heart-to-hearts, atm… Regardless of the immediate actions of the others, he’ll “sweep and clear” the squad car and proceed with his own plan… He’ll do his best, for a while, not to look at the rest of them, either… particularly avoiding eye contact with Alaster and (considering that he was angered in to saying what he said/admitted about that zombie) Emily...))
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 14:36:10.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: You didn't...
...no worries.
You guys have already given me enough to work with post wise, already, and we're not near at the car yet.
Don't expect Murph to walk away and let the rest go it alone, though... he'll talk to Alaster, sure, but don't expect him to drift too far away... you'll see... RP fluff post by tomorrow, probably.
Kinda anxious to see what Meri comes up with, too. 
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 02:21:08.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hai-YAH!!!
Double ninjad!
Malek - Sam from Supernatural... *nods*... yeah, I can see that... I like it better, even... Kutcher kinda oogs me.
Tiamat - I hear ya, dude... Just sayin... Measure twice, cut once... (Actually might've been more in language that Alaster would understand but... meh...)
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 02:10:19.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Whan the GM says: "...no occupants are apparent."
What the GM really means: "You can't see anyone/thing in the car from where you are, right now."
Also, think about all of the horror/slasher/thriller flicks you've ever seen in which some hapless knucklehead jumps in a car, thinking it's empty and primed to make hs/her escape because he/she didn't see anything moving inside it from half a block away... What happend when said knucklehead slipped behind the wheel, smiled that big "I just got away, ohmygod I just got away" smile, and reached for the ignition?
That's right boys and girls... Backseat full of zombies... rabid dust bunnies under the front seats... *hackslashspattertheWHOLEinteriorofthecarwithgore*
Trust the Eol, people... The Eol is good... The Eol is wise (or maybe that's supposed to be "wise-a$$")... 
Also, nice post Ali... kinda liable to make Murph raise an eyebrow but good stuff... 
I LOVE the RP moments!!!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 02:05:32.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Gah!
I can't stop doodling!
Every post that fles through this game just gets my pencil hand all squirrely and, even though the chances are that we're not all (if any )gonna make it through to the end of this, I can't help but scribbling out rough little scenes... Soooo, to that end, I'm kind of looking for just a little bit of reference for something a little less scribbly to maybe sit down and whip up a "real" pic of our bunch of 'so far survivors'...
I've got a real good idea at this point of what Murph looks like (think Wentworth Miller from Prison Break... and coincidentally enough, the new resident evil flick that's supposed to be coming out this year)...
Mac looks like Billy the Exterminator (which kinda cracks me up a little)... got that... and can tweak the visual enough to make it less Billy more Mac...
Dunno why but I'm almost picturing Ashton Kutcher as Alaster...
I've got a picture of Jake in my head, too, but can't come up with a 'recognizable' name to put with it...
Emily... same as Jake... got an idea but am not really able to put a "famous name" with it as comparison...
And, Amber... wellllll, I may be fanatsizing a bit, but I have an almost Jessica Biel kind of impression, there...
*shrugs*
Anyhoo... just thinking out loud, really... and it's highly likely that all of these folks'll be munchables at some point... but, if I'm wayyyyy far off and you think you might like to see your character worked into the pic, lemme know....
Wish I had the computing power (and super skills) to model, render, and animate this thing scene-by-scene, but I was scribbling on paper before I knew what a computer was...
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 22:40:22.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: ...
C'mon CPD cruiser mini-lotto!!! hehehe...
Good post Tiamat... way to read Murph's reaction.
Also, Murph's got some thoughts in regards to that cruiser (most of which I'm gonna keep to myself until everyone else gets a post in)... I would advise, though, before we just walk up to it and open a door, that we make sure nothing is inside as best we can. Groovy?
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 21:57:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Yes you have!
Awesomely, I might add... I enjoyed that post so much I had to read it three... yes three... times.
good stuff, Bobo!
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 20:23:30.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Thump-thump-thump-thumpity-thump!
In that numb moment after the shotgun went off, Murph’s heart was pounding so hard that he was afraid it might thump right out of his chest and go bouncing down the street. As he stared in disbelief at what had been a monster just a minute ago but was now just a dead girl missing half her head, he felt a bead of sweat trickle from his hairline, run down his forehead, and into his eyebrow… then realized that he was sweating all over despite the coolness of the autumn day…
Too hot to be October, he thought, desperately trying not to look at the body, now, but as yet unable to take his eyes off of it… her… He wanted to think that, maybe, it was just the flames that had engulfed the thing and his proximity when Jake’s Molotov hit the thing… just a girl…… as it charged them from the alley. That thought was dashed, though, when, as Murph lifted a hand to mop the sweat from his brow, the heat turned to a sickening clamminess that reached to his core and made him want to throw up. The sweats had less to do with the temperature and much more to do with the realization of what had just transpired in the horrifying seconds that had just passed.
We just burnt and blew away a teenage kid! A shuddering breath, sounding as unsteady as his knees suddenly felt, blew past his lips as he finally allowed the Browning’s barrel to track away from the smoldering corpse…
Correction, Sergeant; you just eliminated a threat! That ain’t no kid… Might’ve been a girl once… but now… just a…
“Don’t say zombie,” Murph whispered. Another quivering breath passed his lips trying to replace the one he’d just blown out but, halfway down, it met the acidic spout of bile, bourbon, and Red Bull that was working its way up his throat. The mechanic gagged, covering his mouth and nose with his freehand as he scrunched his eyes shut, choked back the imminent emptying of his stomach, and, at last, forced himself to back away from the horror of what his mind didn’t want to believe his eyes were seeing…
Even as Murph turned his back on the thing, part of him wanted to look back… see if it had maybe changed… but, somewhere inside, he found the determination not to and, opening his eyes, set them skimming the street to find where the other survivors had ended up. One by one, he framed them in his sight and offered each a silent nod as he got his feet to work and made his way to join back up with them… Amber… Alaster… Emily… Jake… and… Mac… I heard someone call him Mac, didn’t I?.. Everybody’s still standing, anyway… looking about as freaked out as I feel but still standing… Good.
“Everybody okay?” he managed to ask, scanning their faces again as he got closer and, maybe, spending a second or two longer dwelling on Emily’s than he’d intended… He blinked to snap himself out of it and glanced back over his shoulder to where the ‘don’t call it a zombie’ lay beyond the debris in the street… Coulda been sisters, he thought, recalling what was left of the creature’s face and wishing he hadn’t… He pumped the empty shell from the shotgun and swallowed another lump in his throat before his eyes swung back around to take in the party again.
With fingers that might have been shaking just a bit, Murph fished a cigarette from his pocket and poked it between his lips but didn’t light it… he blinked at Emily again… squinted a little at Jake… and then let his gaze move on to the squad car that had been the last ‘checkpoint’ he’d designated before that thing charged out of the alley at them. “C’mon,” he said, motivating his feet towards the CPD cruiser, “let’s see if we can find anything of use in that wreck and then get movin’ again… Don’t wanna stay in one place out in the open for too long, I guess…”
((OOC: Okay, pretty much just a ‘reactionary’ bit and a ‘let’s keep movin’ bit from Murph, here… The plan, as far as he’s concerned, is to search the squad car, grab whatever might be useful (ammo, weaponry, etc) and then reform ranks and toddle off towards Save Rite… plenty of room for interjections, suggested changes to the gameplan, etc… backposts and such as necessary))…
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 20:05:59.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hehehe...
...okay, Admiral mentions frogs and now I get bullywugs...
Flawed magic jokes aside, yer starting to creep me out, dude!
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 19:33:18.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Whew!
That was scary, huh?
I think I peed a little! 
Post from Murph is in the works (got to get some work out of the way first) but, for the record, once he gets over what he's looking at and what he's just done (it was a monster a second ago... now it's just... a girl), our greasemonkey's going to want to see if there's anything of use in that cop car and keep moving towards Save Rite...
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 16:55:11.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Yeah... but...
...one for our side!
Please?
Pretty please?
With leather clad nurses on top?
And a nice bottle of whiskey?
And...*checks wallet*... 28 dollars and 77 cents?
Gah... Alacrity and his making me second guess spell descriptions... 
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 16:31:29.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Oh... that's just oogy!!!
“These bodies,” Flynn, still in a crouch near the heap of priest corpses, started to say, “look to be less hacked apart by blade or rendered asunder by beasts than carefully and precisely cut apart…”
Whatever further thoughts or theories played in the bard’s head as a result of this discovery, though, went unspoken in that moment as the disembodied voice returned, again; speaking this time, as opposed to simply laughing…
I want the pretty!
…and up went Maximus as if something took hold of his sword and tried to snatch the thing from the big gladiator’s grip. The pit cat’s muscles strained, though, and wrested the blade free. Whatever had wanted the vorpal blade wasn’t easily dissuaded, though, and made another attempt… but Maximus was prepared, now, and managed to keep the weapon free of that invisible force…
Naughty boy!
The head at Flynn’s feet rolled away then, calling the bard’s attentions back to the pile of corpses that he had so foolishly taken his eyes off of in deference to seeing what was going on with the others. An almost eloquent curse, spoken in the gypsy tongue, spilled past Flynn’s lips when the head reattached itself to the neck from which it had been freed. He shot to his feet and backed hastily away from the macabre stack of bodies, eyes wide as all the priests began to piece themselves back together… The scimitar whirled in his right hand, carving a defensive figure eight in the air ahead of him as he retreated from the sickening display, and his left found the neck of his fiddle, bringing the thing to bear as if it might serve as a shield, somehow…
“Kilgim,” Flynn heard Char call out behind him as a litany of spellsongs coursed through his mind, “Undea’!”
Having heard the ranger’s voice, the bard adjusted course even before Char had finished speaking his next; “Ba’ ta ba’, Flynn! Mo’ ba’ t’ da wall!”
The bard nodded, maneuvering to comply with Char’s orders even as a song that he hoped might be helpful started to form on his lips….
((OOC: As noted, Flynn’s moving to get back to back with Char… scimitar in one hand, fiddle in the other (using as a shield for the most part but will use as an offhand club if necessary)… and Summon Monster, please…))
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 16:19:15.
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Topic: LD Filler: Roll For Save
Subject: Okay... two things...
1) LMAO
and
2) Rrrrrrooooowwwwwrrrrrrr! 
HI-larious pun and fantastic art (like we expect anything else)...
Gotta go get a paper towel to clean up the coffee-snort and drool mess off my desk, now.
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 13:52:11.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: "...no harm, no foul, life goes on."
We hope.
lol
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 13:42:59.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Oh...
...if I know Olan, he had that thought without me bringing it up.
See my edit above... *grins*
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 02:23:12.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ah yes... BUT...
...You can't assume that the molotov exploded at all, my good man, let alone where or when... That's up to the GM... This here's rules-based, not freeform...
We get to say what we want our characters to do and the GM tells us whether or not those actions are successful or end in miserable, life ending failure...
For example: My post basically indicates that Murph's expecting that the molotov's going to explode and is anticipating having to still shoot the charging zombie all while trying to back himself out of what he figures the blast radius will be if the molotov explodes... then, in my little OOC comment, I added a bit of detail as to what Murph's actions would be thereafter... (cuz I'm not sure how many rounds t_catt might cover before he wants our next actions).
Like the man said earlier... never assume anything...
Edit: Just cuz I won't be able to sleep without knowing I at least brought it up... I've played in a game or two of Olan's before and, based on the posted actions I can almost assume what's liable to happen, next... If the molotov explodes, Murph's liable to get singed a little (he's trying to get out of the way and keep himself between the zombie and the rest of you)... If Alaster keeps going with his charge there's the possibility that a) he'll get singed (or roasted), too, b) he'll run into the line of fire of Murph's shotgun and possibly get shot if he runs past at the wrong time, c) he'll get to the zombie at the same time as the molotov and *sizzle sizzle*, or d) any combo of these.
So, worst case scenario, Murph can't fall back far enough because Alaster's charging the zombie... the zombie gets too close for Murph to delay pulling the trigger any longer for the sake of the others, Alaster steps in front of the blast hoping to mash the zombie's brains in, the molotov hit's and does explode. Murph and Alaster are flame broiled zombie snacks, the party's down one shot gun and about 25 rounds of ammo that would've come in handy, not to mention, two people down in overall numbers. 
Honestly, I'd really recommend editing a bit (leaving the assumptions out) but I'm not gonna say "Do it!" If that's what you think Alaster would do in the situation, leave it as is... but don't say I didn't waaaaaaarn ya... 
Again, not trying to be bossy... just helpful...
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 01:59:27.
Edited on 2010-08-17 at 02:21:52 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Expendables (2010)
Subject: Sweet...
...I'm supposed to go see that later this week. Glad to hear it's what I was hoping.
Thanks, Tann-mann!
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 01:34:30.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Says the guy...
...charging headlong at a zombie that may just be about to get hit by a molotov.
Just a thought, guys... We've got limited resources and ammo and Olan-only-knows how many of these zombies ahead of us... instead of 'frontal assault' we might wanna think 'elude and evade' first and 'charge the f-ers' as a loast resort... At least until we get a tank or somethong, you know?
Just sayin...
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 01:29:17.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Okay...
...edited and posted.
Good stuff Ali and Tiamat... I'm crossing my fingers... Murph's keeping his on the trigger of that boomstick...
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 01:13:17.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Everybody get... Ooooh S***!!!
The eerie quiet of the streets was quick to infect Murph once the group was outside. His eyes led the barrel of the shotgun, looking back every now and again to make sure that the others were staying close, as he navigated through the devastation… Can you even call it that? It’s only cars and fixtures and crap…Where are all the bodies? … He only nodded when the bounty hunter made the recommendation to be on the watch for police vehicles and the like and, the further away from O’Brian’s they got, the more Murph realized that he was even trying to breathe quietly…
Chicago’s never been this quiet, he thought, his eyes flicking from the overturned pickup he’d just skirted, to the survivors behind him, and back to the way ahead again, Not even an echo of something farther away… is everything like this… there’s got to be other people somewhere, right?
Jesus, what am I doin’ out here? Over the barrel of the shotgun, the mechanic spied the wrecked squad car and, following a quick scan of the surrounding area, motioned to the others that he was heading that way.
…As quiet as he had been, hoping to catch the faintest sound of anything other than the wind and the rustling of autumn leaves and trash in the empty streets, it was movement that snatched at Murph’s attentions first – just as the group had begun to cross in front of an alleyway, the weird shuffling jerk in the shadows of that backstreet instantly drew a scrutinizing eye and the trained barrel of the Browning – and when Tommy Murphy heard a sound other than that eerie-too-quiet-Chicago he wished to God that he hadn’t. The figure that Murph had, at first, thought to be human stared at them for only an instant, then screeched out the most bloodcurdling yowl the mechanic ever heard… That ain’t human… and charged toward them.
“Make for that cruiser!!!” Murph shouted as he brought the shotgun snug to his shoulder… He turned his head to check the positions of the others and add a ‘Move! Move! Move!’ to his previous command and saw one of Jake’s molotovs lit and arcing over his head and no follow up orders came from Murph’s mouth, just a blistering expletive as he was forced to rethink his gut reaction and, instead, try to backpedal out of the blast radius of that friggin’ whiskey bomb before he could take a shot at that… thing…
“Dammit! I didn’t say cook me,” he growled, backing away as quickly as the progress of the others allowed and trying to get a lock on the… don’t call it a zombie… that’s just crazy… before the molotv hit…
((OOC: Okay, Murph’s still dead set on covering the others as best he can while they make for the squad car (or whatever seems safer, now, if that’s not an option). He’ll try to keep himself between the flesh eater and his people as best he can and blast the thing if it comes screaming out of the flames or something… Murph’ll hold fire until the zombie’s in the shotgun’s ‘medium to short (optimum) range’… wanna make sure that that critter gets taken down with one shot if possible… conserve ammo, you know.))
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 01:10:42.
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Topic: My birthday soon!
Subject: Burpy Hathday!!!
I baked you a facelick with candles!!!
*sluuuuuuuurp-sizzle-sizzle*
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 00:27:18.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Check that...
...after reading sunow's post, I'm thinking standing in the mouth of an alleyway where Jake just threw a molotov isn't such a good idea...
Hooooboy!
Editing what I've got so far... I get the feeling Murph's gonna have something to say (if we live) but it'll make for some... ahem... "fun" RP.
Why, for some reason, do I picture Murph now "crossing" himself and muttering "Forgive him Father, for he knows not he's about to bar-b-q my backside..."
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 00:13:16.
Edited on 2010-08-17 at 00:24:46 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: My thoughts were...
...that Murph would stand in the mouth of the alley with the shotgun - basically playing human road block - and telling/signaling Mac and the rest to keep moving (towards that squad car). When the thing gets too close (or the others make it to the squad car), Murph opens up with the shotgun, backing towards the others.
Got a post in the works if you want to wait but them's the thoughts I had if you don't...
*shrugs*
I'm open to haggling, of course.
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 00:07:03.
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