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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2011 18:05:23 GMT -5
Ice rolled her eyes at Guy when he said that he didn't scream like a girl. "Whatever makes you feel better, Princess. Keep telling yourself that," she said, waving her hand dismissively at him as she pushed the door open to the barn and walked outside. She paused for a second to look around and make sure that nothing appeared out of place before heading back towards the house.
Then she heard Guy make his sarcastic remark about thinking she was human for a second because she had been laughing. Ice rolled her eyes, and stopped to face him as they reached the house. "Tell you what, Princess, I'll make you a deal," she said, smirking at him. "You don't tell people I'm really human, and I won't tell people you scream like a girl," she teased. Then with that, she turned and pushed the door open, walking inside.
"Barn's empty. Aside of a few bats," Ice said, smirking in Guy's direction again.
Rayne looked up, a little curious what the look Ice gave Guy was about, but didn't ask. No, Rayne had learned a long time ago that she only asked what Ice was up to on a need-to-basis because if she knew too much about her friend, it tended to worry her. "Good. We found the owner of the place, or rather he found us," Rayne said.
Ice frowned. "Where?"
Rayne shrugged. "He came in the door, but don't worry he's fine with us being here. He saw a zombie in the woods when he was out hunting, so he didn't think I was nuts." Rayne paused. "He is a cop, though," she warned.
Ice muttered a few curse words under her breath. "I hate cops," she muttered. Ice had had quite a few run-ins with cops during her life, some of which had absolutely nothing to do with umbrella and came from her younger days. Needless to say, Ice was not a fan of cops. "Where's he at?" she asked.
"Kitchen, with Jaz," Rayne answered.
Ice nodded, making a mental note to steer clear with the kitchen. Granted he wouldn't know anything of her history, but she was weary of cops and tried to avoid them when possible. Cops tended to ask too many questions and be too nosy. Or at least the ones Ice had dealt with in the past had. "Nate and Amalia come in yet," she asked. Rayne shook her head and Ice rolled her eyes, she knew she probably shouldn't have let those two wander off on their own.
She walked over and looked out the window, then looked back to Guy, remembering that him and Nate were friends. "Think your little friend is smart enough not to get eaten? Or should I go try to find him?" she asked. Truthfully Ice didn't like tracking down idiots that wanted to wander off on their own in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, so she had no desire to do so now. But, Rayne would bitch at her if she let someone get eaten. Again. Even though that first time hadn't really been her fault.
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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2011 18:17:03 GMT -5
Jaz pursed her lips, considering Gator's offer for a moment. She was hungry, she realized. She hadn't had anything to eat today if you didn't count the cappuccino she'd had for breakfast. But really, after seeing those disgusting zombies with the flesh falling off of them and that horrible smell, it had ruined her appetite. But, now that she'd been away from them for a little bit, and the mention of food made her realize just how hungry she was.
Jaz stood up and followed Gator into the kitchen. "When we were in here a few moments ago, I thought anything in here would be old," she said, "but that was before I found out that, you know, someone actually came in here in the past fifty years," she said. "I haven't had anything all day, I'm starving. I was actually on my way to the mall to have lunch in the food court with a few friends when I found the parking lot full of those zombie things. Looked like something out of a horror movie," Jaz rambled, opening a cabinet and peeking inside. "Which those things really ruin your appetite."
"Ah, bingo!" she said, finding a box of Poptarts on the second self of the cabinet. She pulled the box out, looking closer at the label. "And chocolate fudge flavored. You're my new best friend for keeping these around," she chuckled. She pulled a package out and put the box back in the cabinet before she hopped up onto the counter and sat down. "So you own this place, but don't live here? Why do you own it, then?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2011 18:42:36 GMT -5
Rayne snorted when Gator said that he would have started the conversation off with the information that he'd been bitten. He had a good point, people usually tended to blurt that out pretty quickly, Rayne had learned. And, she hoped that she could keep that from happening again to anyone there. She watched as Jaz went into the kitchen to take Gator up on his offer, then Ice and Guy came in. Which only left Nate and Amelia's whereabouts. But, Rayne had a feeling that they were alright, they had struck her as the type to, you know, not willingly get eaten by zombies without making a scene.
Rayne walked over and sat down on the armrest of one of the chairs. She knew that they would have to move again fairly soon, but she hoped that they had a little bit of time before they had to go running again. Hopefully Myra and crew would be a decent length behind them, and maybe even run into a hoard of zombies to slow them down. Not to mention, Rayne hoped that the fact that they were hidden from sight would help keep them from being found out anytime soon.
Rayne cleared her throat and looked over to Ziggy. "So," she started, trying to make some sort of a conversation. If she kept thinking over everything that could possibly happen and kept looking out the window every two second, she was going to have to smack herself. "So, are you from-" Rayne paused, what was the name of the town they had been in? "-Blue Water?-" that was it, Blue Water, South Carolina. Jeez, that was pathetic, she'd barely remembered the state they were in. "-or did you move there from somewhere else?" she asked. She nearly cringed; could she have came up with a lamer question?
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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2011 19:11:42 GMT -5
Myra rolled her eyes when Q started whining about why they couldn't have a zombie outbreak in a big city, like Vegas. Actually there were zombie outbreaks in big cities, but they were covered by a special clean up crew department. Umbrella had stationed elite members of the clean-up department in the major cities to contain outbreaks the second that they happened. Big cities meant more people and a larger chance of word getting out about the zombies. The smaller towns Umbrella wasn't as much concerned with and would dispatch the clean-up units from their main building that was located in Nevada and make them travel to whatever forsaken place an outbreak had happened in.
Myra cringed when Britney Spears started playing. That did not improve her mood any. Actually, she was tempted to shoot the player right then and there. The only thing that kept her from doing just that was that Q was whining enough as it was and she was fairly certain if she blew his CD up that would result in even more whining and the fact that Myra couldn't shoot Q. . . that would drive her up the fucking wall.
When Q kicked her seat, she didn't expect it and she bit her tongue. Then narrowed her eyes. Alright, brain boy was going to pay for that one. As Q went on his rambling spree, defending himself that he wasn't responsible for the zombies, Myra rolled her eyes. Good God, did the man ever shut up? Myra reached over and hit the eject button on the player, yanking the nails-on-a-chalkboard damn CD down and turned in her seat to glare at Q.
"If you kick my seat again, I'll shoot you in the foot," she warned, throwing the CD at him. "I've also had enough of your twelve year old girl inspired music." She rolled her eyes. "I'd rather beat my head against a wall then listen to that crap. What's next? A puppet showing of Twilight? Or Harry Potter?" she said, sarcasm hanging heavily on every word. "And I swear to God if you have a lightsaber hidden anywhere back there I will shove it up your ass," she warned, turning back in her seat.
Myra picked the GPS thingy up again and looked at the screen. It looked like they were getting closer to Rayne and Ice's car, probably didn't have too much farther to go. Silently she started making a plan of how to go about it when they finally found them. Rayne and Ice would be hard to deal with if they were together, but she suspected that the witnesses wouldn't be too much of a problem, even if they had a gun their aim probably wasn't that great. And she doubted any of them would be good at fighting. That was what Myra hoped, anyway. Since she'd been stuck with only Jayne and Q as 'back-up', which actually Q didn't even count as 'back-up' since he wasn't trained in fighting and was only tagging along per orders of Umbrella.
Myra suddenly let out a dry chuckle, thinking about who exactly she'd been stuck with. Jayne, who wasn't dumb, but he wasn't the smartest crayon in the box, but was good at his job. And Q, who was a scaredy cat, but extremely smart in anything scientific but not so smart when it came to real life, and useless in a fight. She'd been teamed up with Pinky And The Brain, basically.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 28, 2011 5:30:27 GMT -5
Nate rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed the cigarette from her mouth, rolled the window down a bit and threw it out. “Your right I'm being a bad influence. Amelia smoking is very, very bad for your health and is frowned upon by society.” He said as he pretended to scold her before she started up the car. “And I wouldn't say I trust you not to kill me but I trust you not to kill yourself and since a terrible car wreck would probably leave both of us either dead or nearly dead soon to be eaten by the undead.” He said with his signature evil grin. “Then again I can be very distracting and then we might just end up wrecking Mr. Cop's car.” He said shrugging. “You know he said glancing at the road, since the zombies probably ate most of this town and I'm guessing zombies can't drive there's probably no one else on the road. So there is really no need to drive like a little old lady on here way to Sunday church.” He teased before hopping into the backseat, partially so she couldn't get him back for his comment and partially because he'd decided he'd be distracting. He leaned forward from the backseat and lightly kissed her neck. “See I can be very distracting.” He whispered, then placed his hands on her shoulders and gently rubbed them. “Better not crash though cause I'm not wearing my seat belt.” He teased as he massaged her shoulders. She'd mentioned something about a map but he hadn't seen one, plus he didn't know where the hell they were, what road they were on and he didn't feel like trying to figure it all out in the dark. “I think I have GPS app on my phone.” Nate added, he did tend to get lost a lot so that had come in handy every now and then. “I could have it find the nearest gas station if you want.”
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Post by marie on Jul 29, 2011 2:24:29 GMT -5
Amelia narrowed her eyes at Nate after he took the cigarette from her mouth, she was going to keep her mouth shut because she said anything at that very moment, she was liable to bite his head off. No one took her cigarette's before and she didn't understand why the hell would this guy break that. "That is not nice." she commented, in a low monotone. She smirked when he started talking, "How do you not know that I'm not this insane terrist or some shit?" she teased. Then she heard his distraction and she almost said, try me but she realized he was most likely going to do it anyway. Then he mocked her driving, did he want to get hit? she shot him a glare pushing on the gas petal more. She would have hit him but she was basically in the backseat, so it was whatever. She raised her eyebrow when she felt his lips agaisnt her nect, "You'll have to try alot harder than that, babe." she teased, back. Then she blinked a few times when he started gently rubbing her shoulders, now that was newish. She heard that he had GPS app on his phone, "Yes, do that, please." she said, glancing in the review mirror.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 6, 2011 8:49:04 GMT -5
Guy rolled his eyes when Ice suggested they keep the whole thing a secret, like he really cared what a bunch of annoying strangers thought about him and his fear of bats. “No worries Ice-9000 your secret is safe with me. These human emotions seem highly illogical, luckily you are above such weakness.” He said, teasing her with his best robot voice before following her into the house. She made a comment about how the bar was empty except for bats and he smirked at him. He rolled his eyes.
“You know bats are basically the unholy union of birds and rats okay, there completely repulsive.” He said shaking his head. “The last thing I want is rabies and I'm sure you'd have no problem doing me in Old Yeller style if I did.” He added as he sat down on a couch and put his feet up on a coffee table. Rayne mentioned somebody actually owned this run down old place and even worse that someone was a cop. “This day just keeps getting better and better.” He muttered not sure which was worse the zombies, the crazy bitch that was trying to kill them or the fact that a pig had just joined there little band of misfit survivors. Guy gave Ice a look of mock surprise. “What? You hate cops, gee I never would've guessed. You seemed like the type to always observe the rules and norms of a society.” Rayne also mentioned he was in the kitchen. “Does this mean we get food because I'm starving.” Guy asked looking towards the kitchen but not actually wanting to go in there.
Ice asked if Nate was smart enough to not get eaten by zombies, apparently he and the girl he was hanging out with hadn't gotten back yet. “Hmm, is Nate smart enough to not get eaten, I'd say no, but I think he can manage to out run a dead body that's basically falling apart as it chases you. Anyway I think going to find them would probably be a bad plan, I'm sure whatever they're up to isn't anything you want to walk in on.” He said shrugging, knowing Nate it would either be sex or crime so when Nate wondered off it was best not to try and find him. He glanced over at the kitchen, still feeling a bit hungry and he'd probably have to run into the cop soon enough. “I'm hungry anyone else want me to bring them back something from the kitchen he asked jumping up.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 6, 2011 9:27:31 GMT -5
Gator stood quietly as Jaz talked about the mall and what not. It all sounded pretty horrible to wake one day thinking you were going to have nice day at the mall and then all of the sudden zombies everywhere. To have everyone you knew turn into some mindless undead monster craving human flesh. Gator wondered if his own family was all right, his parents had died a while back but he had a few cousins he was close to. He wondered about his friends and all the other people he knew, if they were even alive. Jaz mentioned that it was like a horror movie and he nodded his head. “You could not be more right about that.” Gator said quietly. She founded a box of poptart and named him her new best friend for keeping them around, which probably meant she was over him scaring her group when he arrived. She asked why he still kept the place even though he didn't live here. Gator thought about for a second. “I guess it's because I basically grew up here, it belonged to my Grandparents and I spent like every summer here. Sometimes it's just nice to get away from the world you know. There's no phones that work or television or anything like that just me, the world and it's really peaceful. Also I doubt I really get much money if I sold it, who really wants some run down old farm in the middle of nowhere?” He said shrugging. He got more worth out of the place this way then he'd get out of some quick cash. “So what do you think about the rest of the group? Easy to get along with type people or what?” He asked.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 6, 2011 9:49:41 GMT -5
Ziggy stayed fairly quiet, not wanting to call attention to himself with a cop around. Clearly he wasn't goiong to be worried about Zig's slightly red eyes and pocket full of dank when zombies were running a muck. He did take a second to carefully slide his stash from his pocket and into his shoe to scent of the herb. He was starting to feel a bit paranoid so he closed his eyes for a second and let the moment pass. He found himself a chair and was fairly content enjoying his buzz while he watched Ice and Guy return. He snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at Rayne who asked him about Blue Water.
“I was born there, pretty much lived there my whole life. It's really not too bad, I mean it's pretty quiet and most people know each other and most people get a long, everything's pretty low key. I have, or had I guess a small health food store, made almost decent cash I mean my life's probably pretty boring compared to a professional zombie slayer, so um, how did you get into that sort of work. I mean I've never seen any ads in the classifieds for a zombie hunter.” He joked.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 6, 2011 10:08:34 GMT -5
Nate grinned when she told him he was not nice. “I never said I was nice and I'm pretty sure your not some sort of kamikaze nut job. I'm just getting the average sort of crazy vibe from you.” He teased as he sat back down in his seat. He searched his pockets for his phone, found it and hit the GPS app. He typed in gas station and it started routing directions for the nearest gas station. He waited while his phone loaded directions then jumped back into the front seat. “Take a right up here at the next light.” He said looking out the window. “There should be a gas station a ways down that street.” He added, turning his attention back to her and watching her drive. “So your in racing right? Like The Fast and The Furious?” He asked. He'd been involved in plenty of illegal things but he'd never seen any street racing but it sounded like fun and he was sure Amelia would look pretty hot standing next to some tricked out car; hot cars and babes was always a good combination.
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Post by marie on Aug 10, 2011 3:53:45 GMT -5
Amelia heard him and shrugged, "That's true but good thing i'm not nice either." she really didn't care, all she wanted was her nerves to just go away. She raised her eyebrow on the next part of his sentence, "okay, whatever you think." she shrugged her shoulders. She was keeping straight while waiting for him to give directions, then when she was hearing them, for most people . . it'd be to late but she made the car drift so she could turn, she said, "Oh hm okay." she replied, she zoned out alot when she was driving, since she was thinking when she was first learning how to drive a car. She almost got in a pretty bad wreak but she really didn't care, she had a sense that was pretty reakless at times. She listened to his question, "Well kinda, but we did it differently." she shrugged, she didn't really remember the races on the account that she got so wasted or some other things . . she really didn't want to think about all the things she done while dealing with racing. "They kinda liked that I was the only stick able to handle a fast car better than them." she shrugged. She slowed down enough to slip in the gas station and park infront of a gas pump, "might as well feel the car up too and get some snacks or something? they might have other weapons, depending on if it's that kind of gas station." she shrugged. She had walked in on plenty of different types of gas stations and nothing surprised her enough. She turned the car off, grabbing her gun and opening the door, "We should hurry, they probably already notice we're missing." she let out a laugh, adding, "since we're better looking than everyone." she said, matter of factly. She got out after taking out the keys and putting them in her pocket, it was an automatic reaction after her driving. She filled up the gas cans, that she pulled out from the trunk and kept glancing around since she was pretty sure there might be a lingering zombie or two. She put them in the trunk, shutting it she walked up to the doors and kicked the door open, she glanced inside, "This place even looks boring." she said shurging, walking and in grabing a few things to snack on and walked out and throwing them in the car, she was pretty sure Nate was going to steal something so she was going to wait so she could have that type of fun, while she made sure the car had gas and everything was ready to go.
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2011 20:04:10 GMT -5
Jaz raised an eyebrow slightly when Gator explained about why he had kept the old house. "I can see why you'd keep it, then," she said, then shrugged. "I get the peaceful thing. Believe it or not, I use to going camping with the fam when I was younger. I always liked going out into the woods. As long as we didn't stay for too long, going without working electronics grates on my nerves if I go too long without them. Go through a whole withdrawal thing and drive everyone around me nuts. Then again, I guess I'll have to get use to it since I can't get a signal on my cell and apparently every TV and radio is conked out," she rambled.
When Gator asked about the rest of the group, Jaz took a moment to answer and took a bite of the Poptart as she thought about the others and tried to remember what she knew about them. "Well," she said, drawing the word out slowly. "They're all alright for the most part, I guess. Nate and Amelia I haven't spoken to myself, I've just seen them in the car and overheard them. They seem hyper and not the type I usually hang around with, but they're alright, I guess. Ziggy's pretty cool, kinda nice. Guy is a smartass, and tries to push people's buttons. He's more the type you want to smack sometimes. Rayne is pretty cool, she's kinda standoffish, mostly keeps to herself but nice when she does talk, and is the self-proclaimed 'leader' I think. But she seems like the type that's always willing to help anyone that needs it however she can. Ice. . ." Jaz crinkled her nose. "Ice is. . . well. . . Ice. You'll understand what I mean by that the moment you meet her. Let's just say she lives up to her name," Jaz said. Jaz wasn't the type to talk bad about people, but she always just told it how she saw it, and wasn't a liar.
Jaz shrugged. "I don't know any of them that well. I just met them earlier today for the first time at the mall when Ice wanted my car to get everyone out," she explained. "But, I think it looks like we're all going to be stuck with each other for a while. Safety in numbers, you know? I think if anyone broke off from the group, they probably wouldn't make it very far with all of those zombie-things running around. Well, not running because they don't look like they can move that fast. One of the first ones I ran into at the mall moved pretty fast at first, 'til his leg fell off in the parking lot-" Jaz crinkled her nose again. "That was gross, even though he was dead there was still a lot of blood. Surprisingly enough for me, and I don't do blood very well," she rambled. Actually that was an understatement, if she got around too much blood she hurled, but she decided to leave that little fact out.
Jaz shook her head to try to clear it enough to stay on track and looked back to Gator. "We're only stopped here temporary," she explained, "we ran out of gas. Rayne and Ice said that we can't stop for long. Supposedly they know of this little island off the coast that we can stay on that's uncharted until everything blows over. If it blows over I guess would be a better thing to say. There's suppose to be someone cleaning it up but I don't think they're doing a very good job at it so far. Anyway, are you coming with us when we leave again?" she asked suddenly. "You'd probably stand a better chance then staying here by yourself," she added.
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2011 21:08:49 GMT -5
Rayne nodded her head as Ziggy said that he'd pretty much lived in the town his entire life and smiled slightly. "Sounds nice, actually. Living in a small town and having a calm life," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I grew up in Los Angeles, but I've always loved the way small towns are peaceful," she said.
When Ziggy asked how Rayne had became a 'zombie slayer' Rayne almost snorted. Well that was one thing to call it, she supposed. The question didn't surprise her, thought, she'd been expecting it since she'd first rounded up the group. She had known it wasn't a question of if they would ask, but just when they would ask. And because of this, Rayne already had several answers in mind. She didn't want to lie, Rayne didn't like to lie and usually tried to stick with the truth. But she could only tell Ziggy so much. She looked up as Guy asked if anyone wanted him to bring something back from the kitchen. "Something to drink would be great, thanks," she said. "Any kind of pop, doesn't matter," she added.
She waited a moment to give him time to get into the kitchen before looking back to Ziggy to answer his question, having already decided which answer she would give him; the truth. Rayne didn't feel like beating around the bush with Ziggy. "It's sort of a. . . complicated story," she answered carefully. "Trust me, growing up I didn't always dream of being a 'professional zombie slayer'," she said with a light chuckle. Rayne chewed on her bottom lip for a second, then shrugged. "My mother worked for Umbrella," she began, "but she wasn't high up or anything, never did anything sinister. She was just a secretary for one of the lower level managers. For most of the time she worked for them, she believed the false image that Umbrella presented. That they were good and trying to find cures for diseases and all that other shit they've claimed. Until, one day, she accidentally stumbled across something she wasn't meant to. It started to clue her in on what Umbrella was really like. She started snooping around, finding out more and more, and began gathering evidence that she wanted to turn over to the authorities."
Rayne trailed off for a second, she hadn't ever told anyone other then Ice about this, but what did she really have to hide? Umbrella already wanted her head on a platter, so if word got back to them it wouldn't make any difference. And Ziggy didn't seem like the type to blab. Rayne shrugged. "My mother turned the evidence over to the FBI, thinking that she was doing a good thing by exposing Umbrella's evil doings. Unfortunately the FBI agents had been paid off by Umbrella, and they killed her." Rayne ran her tongue over her teeth and continued. "Then Umbrella sent a few people to our home and killed my father as well, in case she had told him what she was doing. She had, and he had been against it because he was worried about the repercussions. I wasn't home at the time, and the people from Umbrella had no idea what I looked like, when I changed my name and pulled a few strings I had to stay under the radar, they couldn't find me."
Rayne shrugged. "I was seventeen when they happened. I waited a year, then I took a lower level job at Umbrella and began working my way up the food chain. I planned on trying to finish what my mother had started, only because I knew going to the authorities wouldn't do any good, I decided to take it down from the inside. Or at least damage them, anyway." Rayne shrugged again. "Then the next thing I knew, Q developed the virus that created the zombies, and when I. . . sort of accidentally found myself in a little outbreak of them and managed to kill them without getting infected, I got bumped to the 'zombie department'-" she made air quotes. Actually that hadn't been the official name of the department, but that was the best thing to call it. "-I sort of shifted my priorities a little to try to contain the zombie problem since the whole 'taking Umbrella down' plan wasn't going so hot. Figured the least I could do was try to fix some of the damage Umbrella was doing."
Rayne went quiet for a second, then forced a chuckle. "Sorry, you were probably wanting the cliff-notes version," she said. "Ice-" she nodded her head in the direction her friend had disappeared in "-had a different reason for joining, but it's not my place to tell," she added. "When I found out that Umbrella had sent out a Clean-Up Crew to Blue Water, and overheard what they planned to do to the entire town, Ice and I ditched Umbrella and headed out to try to help. So don't worry, I'm not longer an 'Umbrella employee' not that I was ever a true one anyway," she assured, just in case her story would make him have doubts about her motives for helping the group.
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2011 21:24:36 GMT -5
Ice rolled her eyes when Guy started talking about the bats. "They're bats. Not some weird hybrid that's been created to destroy the Earth," she said, sarcasm hanging heavily on each word. When Guy said that she wouldn't have any problem 'doing him in Old Yellow style', Ice smirked at him. "I wouldn't even blink," she said in an overly cheery voice, then rolled her eyes again. She still found it ironic that Guy was more freaked out one little bat then he was about the hoard of zombies that could come busting in at any second. Or even Myra, the crazy chick that had blown up the mall, he'd almost seemed excited over that little turn of events. Obviously he had a warped sense of what he should and shouldn't freak out over.
Ice cringed a little when Guy said that whatever the hell Nate and Amelia were up to probably wasn't something she'd want to walk in on. Mostly because she got a bad mental picture from that statement alone that made her want to gag. Yeah. . . pretty boy and Amelia were on their own. Ice wasn't risking her sight to go find out where they had wandered off to. As long as they were back before they had to leave, Ice wouldn't bother trying to find them.
When Guy jumped up and asked if anyone wanted him to bring them back something from the kitchen, Ice raised an eyebrow slightly. "Gee, you'd better be careful, Princess. You almost sounded nice just there," she quipped. "As lovely as that offer is, I'm not sure I can trust you to bring anything back for me that you didn't poison first," she said sarcastically, pushing away from the wall. The idea of grabbing a bite to eat sounded like a good idea, though, Ice decided, she was starving.
Ice walked over towards the kitchen and paused for just a second beside Guy. "Besides, you should know that robots can't really eat food. It's just to keep up appearances," she said, lowering her voice a bit to avoid being overheard and smirked at him. That was about the closest as Ice got to actually joking around. Bumping him with her shoulder, Ice walked into the kitchen, glancing at Jaz and another man. This much have been the owner that Rayne told them about, the cop.
"You must be the owner, the cop I heard about," Ice said, giving him a once over, then shrugged. "Name's Ice," she said, walking over and peeking into one of the cabinets to see what was there. "And that dude over there-" she pointed in Guy's direction "-is Guy," she said with a smirk. "Feel free to call him Princess though, and smack him whenever you feel like it," she added, biting back a chuckle.
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Post by Shawn on Aug 29, 2011 2:04:51 GMT -5
Gator nodded he could get that, a lot of people these days seemed addicted to some form of technology. Personally he'd never been to big a fan of cell phones or Tv or technology in general, most of seemed like a waste of time and he preferred to talk to people face to face it felt more real than through some fancy device. “Well if your cell's down we could always start up a fire, make smoke signals.” He said joking a bit. She went on to tell him all about the rest of there group. There weren't too many of them but hopefully enough to give them the edge over some zombies and a crazy person. She went to tell a story about how she ran into a zombie at the mall and it's legs fell off and about how there was a ton of blood everywhere. Personally Gator wasn't bothered too much by blood, he was a hunter after all and a cop, though being in a small town he'd never really seen anything too crazy. So apparently they we're all going to some uncharted island. “So a handful of strangers living together on an uncharted island? Sounds like a bad reality show.” He said laughing a bit, he hoped the zombie thing would blow over but it never ended while in movies. He was about to answer her question when two others entered the kitchen.
Guy rolled his eyes. “Whatever you worry about zombies and I'll worry about the bats and we'll let bygones be.” He said not really wanting to talk bats anymore. She made a comment about how he almost seemed nice. “Nice? Hardly just figured if were busy eating you'd talk less.” He muttered as he headed towards the kitchen. “Poison huh? That's an excellent idea. Say do you have any allergies? Maybe peanuts or shrimp? A condition that causes you to melt when someone drops a bucket of water on you perhaps?” He joked as they headed inside the kitchen. She commented on how robots don't eat and chuckled slightly then tried to cover it up with a cough. She bumped past him and into the kitchen and introduced them to the cop. Guy groaned and rolled his eyes, of all the annoying cops in whole state they had to run into his freaking cousin.
Gator glanced over at the others who entered the kitchen; Ice who supposedly lived up to her name, and “Guy” who he quickly recognized and he had to agree with Jaz on her description of him as the type you wanna smack. “Guy?” Gator repeated slightly confused. “Damn Cosmo can't you just pick one name a stick with it. What is this like your eighth alias? And really you couldn't come up with something better than Guy?” He asked laughing a bit. He glanced over at Ice. “Names James, but-”
“But most folks call me Gator on account of this one time I wrestled an alligator with my bare hands.” Guy said with as much fake enthusiasm as he could. He was annoyed that Gator still insisted on calling him Cosmo, and in public.
Gator smiled and shook his head. Ice had mentioned something about calling him Princess. “So Princess huh? Does that mean you told her about the Family Reunion where Bobby and I got you to wear that dress and Bobby's sister did your make-up and-”
Guy grabbed the closest thing to him, a lid to a pan, and threw it Frisbee style at Gator who was cracking up. Gator managed to catch the pot lid in between his laughing fits.
“Ah come on is that anyway to greet your cousin.” Gator asked grinning.
“I had really been hoping you'd have been eaten by now.” Guy said as he headed towards the fridge giving his cousin a slight grin.
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