Deadtown

[The GrandMage]

Zernandil

He stopped dancing, looking at the zombie. "Well, seeing as you're a member of the undead, you won't be needing many luxuries. But, you will need to put most of your business's profits back into it in order for expansion to build you up to any suitable level. I'm thinking,....a clear split of the profits. Also, since I'll be your primary source of funding, I want to know everything that goes on. After that, feel free to do whatever the Hell you want."

He turned, his arm reaching out as he grabbed one of the mortal boys, his fingers curling into his neck as he pulled his body over. Growling, he looked across the frightened face as the boy struggled. With a highly satisfying gurgling sound, he begged not to be killed. "There are many things worse than death, and I know them all."

He let the boy go, watching as he bolted for the door. Grinning, he observed the bouncer jumping on the screaming runner. Flipping the boys over, the werewolf ripped open the mortals chest, and began to devour the bloddy insides of its victim.

"Mmmm. Nothing like watching them flee into the jaws of death," he turned to the zombie, asking, "Don't you think so, you little embodiment of rage?"

 

[Lacewing]

She'd turned her head shivering at the site inside she was mixed mostly with a kind of pain she couldn't understand the were wolf's action seemed to turn them all loose onto the happless boys and she found one at her feet. His dieing eyes begging to live.

"I don't want to die" she heard him wisper and knelt down beside him brushing back his blooded hair already the lights of life fading.

"I know" she mouthed and growled at some of the others keeping them back. She took the boy into her arms protecting him till his death was sealed. Rage. Rage at seeing him die.. like.. cattle.. like her family... With a wild howl of death's cry she picked up the nearest thing to hand and tore into the undead. Rage filling her like a fire as she went after the ones that did this.

She found herself buried and held down fighting screaming the twin vioces of revenge and death.

 

[The GrandMage]

Zernandil

OOC: *Thumps* None of that, controlling the action in my club! *thumps again* Good lord, settle down.

IC:

He noticed the change in climate, but before anything could happen, he yelled into the club, over the music and voices, "NO! There are rules here, so unless you want to die a painful death, SETTLE DOWN!"

This had the desired affect, cowing those who knew what he was cpable of, and confusing the poor boys and those who hadn't seen the death, as it was outside and not everyone was paying attention so only a real peice of crap writer would have the entire nightclub focused on something only people watching would notice, as the music and talk and such of the club would drown out any yells and most people don't watch what happens outside.

Whipping around, he slammed a fist into the delusional zombie, knocking her unconscious, and continued on in a normal fashion a thread which was about to be shoved into a riotous mob by a complete lack of reality by someone obviously not in touch with the fact that just because something happens doesn't mean it's noticed. For crying out loud, people died in public every day and no one noticed, too selfish in their own lives to care, so that little killing would incite nothing unless you were to overlook that and write in a point of view that would only piss me off. Pffft!

 

[Lacewing]

OOC

Oh geeze buddy get off yourself. Frankly I have been in a sichuation that got triggered off by just such an occurance. Not every fucking person in the world is dead to death.

Now I'm just having a bit of fun and if you can't handle that PTH on you! LOL geeze. I wasn't controling action I was only saying a likely event that likely frankly didn't last long.

Get a grave and grow up. since I ain't replying to that peice of self promoting selfish dog drivel of a post above as a IC post since it's clearly writen in a OOC fashion

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Oh and if you have a problem with a post just PM me and I'll gladly work around someone else's story. We're just here to have fun right? No need to get stupid in the thred itself.

 

[Sweetp4u]

IZabella

Walking through the club, I stepped over the knocked out zombie and over to Zee, "What the hell is happening now?" He looked irritated and pissed off.
"She got upset over the food?" He said nothing, frustrated I moved off to the bar, again stepping over a carcass.
"A bloody mary, or whoever is bloody back there and have someone crank the tunes.. This place is going nuts tonight." Turning from the bar I watched as everyone went back to dancng and having a good time.

 

[Lacewing]

It took a few minutes to calm the new zombie and once done the girl gathered her things and left.

Whatever 'deal' she'd been making rather forgotten in the shuffle.

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Rachel servade her new 'home' the corner shop. Seemed the whole section of biulding was unused so she was willing to put the work in to make something of it.

Not like she needed sleep.

She was sweeping out debry with a found broom that had seen better days but served it's purpose for now thinking of how to get materials to make clothing.

Damned if she was going to turn into one of them

And the fog rolled through the streets.

 

[Shoty98]

Cassandra

I watched in amusement as one of the young college boys bolted for the door, he looked about as scared as they come. He didn't get far and with even more amusement I watched as the club seemed to continue on, hunters entertaining and luring their prey, people talking, drinking, dancing.

The only thing that was disrupted by the scene was one girl who looked like a Zombie and lashed out as though she was just a girl in a halloween costume. That must be it, I thought to myself as I threw back the last of my wine and ordered another. Obviously she could not have been upset that she had lost her meal, because there was more prey dancing, laughing and drinking just a few feet from her, so what was left? I shrugged it off and picked up my glass, watching as she left the club and moved on.

It wasn't long before I found myself a delicious looking young man, such a pity she had to leave him alone for a minute to get a drink, now he is fair game. I weaved my arm through his and drew him to the dance floor, offering him a drink of my wine and dancing slowly to the music. Looking to have a good time tonight and not letting anything stand in my way...

 

[The GrandMage]

Zernandil

OOC: ....Self promoting? Are you a fucking retard? You think I'm too stupid to realize how much I lowered myself for that? That was just a plain and simple attack on you. Don't try to fucking shift the blame here, that was an all out attack on you and your writing abilities, as well as your ability to comprehend the domino principle. So either take it as an attack, or ignore it, but don't try to redefine it to make yourself feel better. I saw the basis for an attack, and yes, I may have used overkill, but get over it. I've learned overkill gets the job done. Either they bitch and whine, like you, or they correct themselves and watch what they do more carefully. So if you're going ignore what I admit is a harsh and unfair attack on you, and try to act like it's me comparing cock sizes, you can go fuck yourself(again, so harsh. I'm just an asshole).

[Spellchecker comment edited, in case this because of a physical or lingual difference. Won't want to be too much of an asshole.]

IC:

He shrugged, and brushed his suit down as he glanced at the modern art clock behind the bar, frowning at how crappy modern art was. He shook his head, and headed to the DJ booth.

"Ehh, wonder if she'll be back. Probably not. Well, zombies are naturally braindead, you never know,...."

 

[ARaynes]

Steal

She walked into the door of the condo, wondering what happened to her charge. She thought she had followed her up in the elevator, but when she turned, Cassandra was gone.

She paniced of corse and ran to the elevator, leaving to find her. She hoped the fog hadn't gotten her. Please make her safe. She thought out loud. Please.

She ran all through Deadtown. Not a glimpse of her was found anywhere. "Damn it!" She screamed. She was about to head to the condo when she saw the caddy drive towards town. "Shit! LELAND!!" She yelled.

The car kept going. It didn't hesitate as if it had seen her. She ran as fast as she could towards the condo. Inside she ran up the staires to the phone. Dialing the phone to Leland she waited for him to answer.

"Leland, what the hell are you doing? Where is Cassandra?" She yelled at him.

"Sorry, miss, but she asked to go out. She couldn't find you and got bored." He replied.

She thought for a moment. "Get your ass here now. Then you are going to take me where she went. You better pray she isn't hurt or you will have to pay."

It only took him twenty minutes to arrive to pick her up. "Thanks." Steel said in her sarcastic tone. She had never liked Leland, but seeing as he was the best driver in all of America she couldn't loose him.

Twenty minutes later she arrived at the club. Walking in she surveyed the room. There were many creatures walking around. A fun room for everyone she thought to herself. It didn't take long for her eyes to find Cassandra. She sat on a barstool and kept her eyes looked on Cassandra.

That now familiar smell seemed to permiate the air. It made her uneasy. Something was going to happen here. She felt that the danger was not far behind her entrance.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

I moved from the dance floor and sat down next to the new comer.
"So we meet again, we weren't properly introduced the last time. My name is Izabella.. And you are?" I smiled at the glaring vampire. She looked mad enough to spit nails.

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

As if we were going to be friends the Vamp came and sat next to me. My eyes never left Cassandra.

"Steel is what I am called." I glanced at her once, just to make sure she was still there. Something about her was settling, but not enough to cure whatever was in the air.

"Are you from around Deadtown? Something lingers in the air, something living. It comes with a fog, do you know what it is?" I asked her, hoping she had an answer.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

"Steele, pleasure to meet you. And yes I know of the Fog but not exactly what it is. It is very unsettling isnt it? Feeds on your desires, offering them to you. A form of seduction.. I think it needs to absorb energy or something.. Thats why it calls us to the fog. If we step inside who knows what will happen.. But then again that's an assumption.." I sipped my drink watching her a moment..
"Who are you watching so intently?"

 

[ARaynes]

Steel

Steel nodded, picking up a drink herself. "Her, my charge." She sneered at that. "Lady Cassandra is her name. Very opinionated she is.....we have been together a long time."

She swallowed the drink in one gulp. "She is my charge, best friend. She was nearly taken by the fog last night. I thought I had lost her." She felt the tears well in her eyes, but refused to let them fall. "I plan to keep her alive for many more years. I will die before she does."

Looking once more at Izabella, "What is it that you are hear for?"
She smiled, a genuine smile this time. Not one that she normally gave to peoople to please Cassandra.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Izabella

"Well that must be a tiresome job, but faithful and loyality to the end is hard to come by. She is lucky to have you." I smiled at Steele, then bought us both another round of drinks.
"Me? I am here just for something to do. The towers get boring at times, and with food already taken for the night.. There is nothing really left to do but party it up and raise hell.." I toasted to hell raising and downed my drink.
"HEY! Zee! Come over here a minute.." I waved him to me, bending to Steele and chuckled, "Gotta meet the local inccubi.. He's a frisky little perv, but damned well worth the ride.." I winked at her and grinned wickedly.
"Perhaps you should motion your charge over here too? Course she looks like she is having fun molesting her dinner..."

 

[Lacewing]

OOC:*snorts* Buddy overkill only puts you on my 'too dense to bother with' list.

IC: She swepted out the floor of her new 'place' with a broom that seen better days. With a sigh she would work till she finished likely. Whatever else may come.

 

[BadForm]

She

And there, mingled in the sex and beer, I smelt the owner. The incubus, Zee. I had no time for him normally, but after the fog, it might just be his lucky night. I might even consider letting him be the first... second, I corrected myself, glancing at leech-boy... undead to taste me. He'd tried before, and found some of us humans weren't so easy to take.

Then I saw the incident with the zombie and grinned. So, we had a new pus-blood among us did we? And for once we had one that was not the sick, deranged pervert normal among the undead. She hated the way the demon had acted and left in a rage following his attack on her.

I glanced at my companion with a grin. "Looks interesting," I said. "Let's go see what her story is."

With that I left and followed her to a run-down, disused store. Seemed she was taking it over. Well, that was not a problem. Most storekeepers had got out of Deadtown just as soon as they could afford to. Hardly anyone here bought anything. The undead took from anyone, I took from the vermin I put down. I still had several dollars from the would-be rapists earlier.

I pushed open the shop door and stepped inside.

"Hey, pus-blood. New in town, huh?"

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel looked up "Pus-?" she blinked but shrugged "No real story, just died and just didn't seem to .. well die.. I'm starting a shop. Likely crafts but seems I have interest in making clothing for some of the residences." she pointed her head to the scetchbook of notes and drawings as well as the preorders "So I'm gonna use this place, no one seems to and maybe if I make enough I'll buy it if it's for sale." she smiled drolly "Dought anyone would be unwilling to sell since it's in this part of town"

there was a long pause while the zombie gave the half were a chance to look over the designs and such in her note book she swept methoticly then quietly "Is it.. true what that demon said? about zombies? Living 100 years then being drug down to hell?"

 

[BadForm]

She

The designs were interesting and truth be told, I would be interested in an outfit myself. If she had the talent to create these numbers, then I'd call in on her to check whether she did personal designs too. Now what had the demon told her? Live for 100 years and then die? I laughed.

"To be honest with you, I have no idea. It aint like I'm a hundred. I'm one of the live ones round her... more or less. Got some bitch and sucker in me, but other than that I'm as human as you're gonna see. If it was something the slut-imp said though, I doubt it. He's a demon, girl. That means he's a liar from the off."

I perused the outfits even closer. "These look good... So you already had a run in with the local dead-heads huh?"

 

[Lacewing]

She sighed and grined, yea, why'd she believe some lieing demon anyway?

"Yea, bunch of morrons if you ask me. Frankly I don't see how they can stand it. Just running around randomely killing and hurting people. I feel death just fine and there are alot of nateral deaths going on all the time. WHy the hell shoul I add to the numbers? Stupid." she spat on the ground and sighed "Oh well everyone has their ways and some oviously seem to enjoy it. I don't see why it has to be so.. violent"

She shook her head and kept sweeping "I use to sew before I became what I am. Actually if you like to look I have one of my dresses in the bag there" and she let She open the bag and pull out a dress to make any girl drool "I was going to wear it to my prom night. Just.. never happened. But It was too pretty to leave behind." black it flowed like water, easily one could see it on themselves made to bring out the wearer's feminin charms and yet give a feel of mysteriousness. Truelly it was a grown.

"I wanted to go to school, learn to be a fashion designer. I dought I would have made it far really. Likely just someone's aid if I was lucky. But clothing is something I enjoy and crafts are fun. I don't want to just sit around like a lump for however long my afterlife lasts. Go crazy, turn into one of them."

 

[BadForm]

She

I laughed. "You only got one problem, girl. Aint much money in here. The humans that could afford it shut up and left. The leeches might have some business for you, but mostly they just buy from Far-city. I guess some of the doggies might have some cash stored too. The rest of us just live best we can."

The dress was beautiful, I could see that. Not my style though. This was a Far-city dress, made for luxurious balls and similar. It wasn't street wear. It wasn't rugged.

"This is... nice," I said with a wry smile. "But it wouldn't last ten seconds on the street. If you really wanna sell round here you're gonna have to go for some of the leathers you got in your book. I guess some of the leeches might go for it, or their human slaves. That's about it though."

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel laughed "I'm doing it more for my sanity than any money or profit and I don't mind doing streetwear. Most the requests I got have been for streetclothing. And hey, might imporve the attatudes of people if they dressed nice yes? Besides. I'm dead. I don't eat I don't sleep. What the hell is left to do?"

 

[BadForm]

She

"Well, that's an unusual attitude among the deadheads here... Most of them figure they have plenty to do. Fucking, raping, killing and lieing mostly. That's why I do my best here. The fuckers I've saved don't deserve it, but they don't deserve to die like that either. Me, I just try to look after my turf and, leech-boy here..."

She looked around for her companion. He had trailed behind her into the shop, some way behind. He was only now opening the door.

"There he is... Well, leech-boy here's new in town. Guess he aint had time to get bored yet."

 

[Lacewing]

Rachel shrugged "I guess tastes very, but I never was one to handle a bully very well. I don't even know WHY I ended up like this. I'm not angry or wanting to be like this. I'm just.. me... a nobody."

She sighed and went back to sweeping "Need to find some way to get some supplies. I'm not sure if I should try going outtown or find someone else. I mean.. Being dead, someone may notice..." that was the one kink in her plan, she didn't want to try having someone deliver here.. they wouldn't last long.

"And need bars or something. I may be here most the time myself, but someone's gonna come molest the place likely ya know? As you say, defend your terf and all"

long pause then "Oh yea. I'm rachel"

and she went back to sweeping. Though she watched them waiting for introductions

 

[BadForm]

She

I raised an eyebrow. "Rachel is it? Well, names don't mean much round here. Leastways not to me. The deadheads just think of everyone as meet, and I've never met anyone dead or alive who was enough steps above scum to deserve a name... yeah, me included. What the fuck, I'm half bitch and half sucker, I was born scum. As to leech-boy here... he threw his name back there somewhere. Raven or something, tho it sound more like a nick to me. Probably just trying to be cool. That right, leech-boy?"

 

[nightray]

Raven

I smile as I lean agenst the door jam my eyes roaming over the room idily leasong to the girls talk girl stuf. I look at she and say “that’s the name I was given in a gang I was once in.” I shrug slightly “I didn’t like my old name Errol.” I grammas at the name “I like Raven better and I could careless if any one thinks it’s cool or not I like it that’s why I keep it.” I smile slightly as my eyes move over both of them enjoying the look of the there bodies.