43 replies to this topic

[fruitful]

"If its walk or stay and get killed/infected as you so nicely put it, I think I'd rather walk." Stated Ling rather bluntly, only slightly irritated about his current predicament.

Having asked Ophelia to fetch a metal pipe for him to use as a staff, Ling rose awkwardly, scowling at the pulsing pain in his leg. "So what now, captain?" He questioned, in a somewhat mocking tone, though still trying to control his overflowing temper that rose from his own inability to actually do anything.

[Beks]

After glaring at Ling for his 'captain' comment, he spoke to the women of their mismatched group. "Ok, Miharu, me and you are gonna go look around this place for things to pack in, backpacks and stuff. And you two," he nodded at Ophelia and Ling. "Do the same for supplies. Anything you'd think we'll need for the trip. I'd stay away from all the outside doors, just in case. While we're doing that, try to think of a good place for us to go to be safe. We can't just go wander around the city till we find something." Without another word, he marched to the burning metal drum that was their only light source and heat supply and, taking a long bit of wood from a smashed box in the wood supply, set it alight. When he had completed the torch, he gestured towards Miharu. "Come on," he said.

[Mara=^.^=]

"OK OK," said Miharu, scrambling to her feet. She wished the other two good luck before joining Jake. "Ganbatte kudasai, Ringu an Opheria."

Once alongside him, she turned to her new partner. "We go?"

[okmeamithinknow]

Ophelia eyed her new buddy, the word trepidatious being more than adequate to describe her current mood. The bat held loosely in one hand, she clutched her arm with the opposite hand. She shrugged and quietly turned to walk in the opposite direction. Her feet padded against the cement floor of the warehouse.

"Wait!" she called out after the receding backs of two survivors. "Shouldn't we stick together. Isn't 'Never split up' horror movie rule number one?"

She paused for a moment to wait for an answer and then shook her head.

"Nah, never mind. We'll be alright. I hope."

[Beks]

"Just don't do anything stupid," Jake called back. "We already checked this place for moaners before we barricaded the place so you should be fine. Bring a torch." He gestured to a door across the room. "Come on, Miharu. I think that's some kind of office over there." As he started to walk across the chilly floor, he found himself eying his companion every so often.

"Ling and Ophelia can take care of themselves, but this one obviously needs being looked after. She hasn't stopped shaking since I've met her. I should be grateful at least. If she hadn't shown up, screaming her head off, I wouldn't have distracted those zombies long enough to get a clear shot at their heads."

[fruitful]

"So, uhh, Ophelia, what happens if we actually meet these things, not that I'm doubting Captain America here, but I don't have a weapon, my leg is sliced up, and no offense, but you aren't exactly monster-hunter extraordinaire either, " commented Ling, "Do you know where we can maybe get like a gun or something?"

Hobbling around on one leg, Ling looked around the main room of the empty warehouse. "How are we even going to get supplies in this place? I still say we first find something that I can hit things with, preferably a gun, but maybe something sharp would work too," he said, not completely trusting Ophelia to protect him by herself. Ling motioned to Ophelia to come with him to the next room.

"I wonder what is this place a warehouse of, though..." mused Ling, "It's quite well barricaded, maybe part of the military, or at least a place of somewhat importance."

[okmeamithinknow]

"I took a self defense class last year and I have this bat," Ophelia mumbled and pointed to the bat in her hands in a disheartened manner. "And I'm not sure if there are any guns in this place. I didn't even know that this building existed before today and I've lived in this town since I was two. I guess we could try and find a pipe or something laying around, if we get lucky that is."

She stopped as the two approached a door to an unknown room. The door creaked open with an ominous groan. Flakes of rust cascaded down from the top of the door offering up the evidence that the last time it had been opened was many years previous. As the two waited on the threshold Ophelia steeled herself and turned towards Ling. Wanting to prove herself to Ling, she declared, "I'll go in first," and stepped into the room.

[Mara=^.^=]

Meanwhile, back with the other two, Miharu was shadowing Jake like a nervous duckling. Though she was wary of him (as she was of all unfamiliar men), Miharu couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only person she could rely on for protection.

She instinctively disliked the abrasive Ling...although in his defense, he probably couldn't help being unpleasant, seeing as he was of Chinese descent. Miharu had always distrusted Chinese people - there were just so MANY of them, breeding and breeding and breeding under the unclosing eye of their corrupt and oppressive government. She wondered briefly how this kaijin epidemic might look in China; after all, if there were that many of them here, imagine how many there must be there. She shuddered at the thought, grateful that Yoshi's business trip hadn't take them to China instead.

As for Ophelia, well...she talked fast, and was difficult to understand. Miharu felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. After all, she had nobody to blame but herself for her lack of proficiency in English. If she had paid more attention to the subject in college, perhaps she would be better able to communicate with her fellow survivors.

Determined to prove her communicative capabilities, she waved to Jake to get his attention. "Ano..." she hesitated, trying to remember her English verb conjugations. "Have you found anysing yeto?" she completed at last. "I want to help carry it."

Better, she thought to herself. Still can't get that th sound, but better.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[Beks]

Jake gave Miharu a sideways glance at her question, and quickly began searching the room they had entered again. It was indeed a small office room with only a few desks. Probably the management. "Uh, not yet," he said slowly, hoping he was interpreting her correctly. "We are looking for briefcases or backpacks." He imitated the carrying of each to her, slightly embarrassed and hoping she didn't feel insulted for the visual aid. He bent over at the first desk and began going through all the drawers. "Though if I find anything good for the trip, we're getting it," he thought to himself as he leafed through papers and office supplies.

[Mara=^.^=]

"Disu?" she asked, lifting a tattered satchel from among a stack of torn cardboard boxes.

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[Beks]

"Perfect!" Jake exclaimed, snatching the bag from her hands. "But why is it so beat up if it came from out of a box?"

[fruitful]

On the other side of the warehouse, Ling felt an unnatural shiver run though his body as he and Ophelia crossed the threshold into the other room. There was something wrong, the sleek and modern room felt too out of place in the decrepit warehouse. Ling held up his hand and touched the wall, still in disbelief. The walls felt smooth, probably made from some kind of aluminum, guessed Ling, and there were these bright, luminescent panels of light that were on the corners of the room where the wall touched the floor.

"Umm..." started Ling, trying to find some words to describe his extreme confusion and surprise. He failed.

[okmeamithinknow]

"You said it Ling." Ophelia said gazing about the room. Spying a desk in one corner, she wandered and peered at the stacks of paper on top. The top most letterhead read "Smithson & Co. on what looked to be thick embossed stationary. Still no clue as to what the warehouse had originally been used for she turned to her partner.

"So compared to the architecture of the rest of the building and the thinner layers of dust on the surface of the desk over hear I would say this is the most recent built room and the last to be abandoned."

[Beks]

(ba da bump)

"Are there any more in that box?" Jake asked his timid partner, turning the bag over in his hands. It was just a simple drawstring bag that you could carry like a backpack, but that's all they needed.

[Beks]

(so...are people still interested in this? Cause I really wanna get this going, and if people are wanting more opportunities to post, this is perfect. Also, if more people join, we may have to start over with the new group.)

[fruitful]

( Definitely, I'm still alive, lurking around xD )

[JimmyxxCindy4EVER]

(Why lurk instead of post? Your post count doesn't rise that way.)

[fruitful]

(Maybe I should, that OVER 9000!!! tag is pretty tempting...)

[Beks]

(and especially since your character is in the story already. )

[fruitful]

(Well, I was just waiting for Mara to catch up :>, I'm ready whenever you guys are)