The Mystic West.

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

We'd just gotten in the sheriff's office when i heard the scream. I looked around, wondering if anybody else had heard it (it HAD been distant, barely audible from here). I decided not to wait and see what they intended to do, but turned and exited, drawing not one, but both of my side weapons and hurrying out into the street again.
Now, there were tents set up in the middle of the street just outside the Saloon. I shrugged it off, wondering if they'd been there when we headed inside.
No sense in wondering now. I ran past them, jumping over dead bodies here and there. More zombies were standing around, but nt as many. I dodged through them, realizing them to be a threat mostly just in large numbers. They were lsow, and often mindless, although a few still seemed to have some level of intelligence to act on. I guessed it had something to do with how much of their brains had decayed, but who knew for sure. Realistically, they shouldn't have been there at all.
I got halfway to the other side of town and looked around at the buildings there. Most were closed up, doors shut tight, but a few had open doors, some broken into and some just standing open. The scream could have emanated from any one of them. I wondered which building the scream had emanated from.

OOC: Morgoth, if I got the wrong location for the tents, let me know and I'll change it. I also tried to leave the doors open for new characters by mentioning the closed doors. Firesprite, let me know if you want me to wait here or come inside to help...PM me if you want, or post here...either way works.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler's conversation ended with a scream, he immediatly drew both firearms and ran toward the shreik. Tyler started unloading both six-shooters into as man zombies as he could see, stopping only to reload.

 

[Ravenloft]

Herbert:

"Oh bloody hell..." Herbert grumbled as two of the folk who'd come along into the sheriff's office suddenly ran out, guns ablazing... "Nothing's ever gonna be normal in this damn town again..." He grumbled as he pushed through the door, following the two. He'd heard the scream too, but he was stopped short for a moment by the tents just scattered about on the street... "What the hell?" He asked to no one in particular, then pushed on along with the other two. They came to the seemstress's shop, the door was wide open... "In there!" Herbert called out as he pointed his shot gun toward the open door.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler heard Herbert's directions and ran towards the seamstress shop as well. He peered in the side windows to see if any zombies were waiting for someone to open the door, but he couldn't see anything.

 

[Valdimer]

Walt




Hearing the scream, Walt was just about to answer the sheriff, as the 3 ran out the door. "Young fellas.....living up thier lives I see." he said, giving a slight chuckle. Walt sat in the sheriff's department, with the rest who stayed, and waited for the sheriff to return...........

 

[poohlive]

"You in there!"
Buck looked up, over the counter, eyeing the front door. Nothing had come in, so far. He had seen the death, the destruction that had happened. He just sat there with his shot gun, and hoping nothing came through that front door.
Nothing did.
Good for him.
"Yo Buck, you in there!"
Buck crossed the small counter, going through the center aisl, the only aisl of his supply store, and took a cautious glance out the window. Bodies splayed everywhere. A fucking mess if he'd ever seen one.
"I'm here," he saw it wasn't some monster, just Pete, a townman. Buck unlocked the door.
"Jesus, it's hell on earth out there."
Buck closed the door, simply nodding. Nothing else seemed to be limping or running around. Things seemed to be returned back to normal.
"Now isn't exactly the time for feed and grain Pete, what's up?"
Pete looked at him, his small frame shaking despite the rather hot weather.
"I... I was wondering if you had anything, for the zombies."
Was he serious? A zombie repellent? That was lunacy. There wasn't such thing, anyone knew that. Vampires and werewolves, those were things with weaknesses and repellents. Zombies?
...
Wait just a minute.
No one has ever said there wasn't a zombie repellent, have they? There's been no rumors, no floating around stories of someone hitting two rocks together or anything. Why, if he just had the right stuff.
"Why sure, I'll get ya something, stay right here."
He moved to the back. Large bags of flour sugar, and other materials were scattered across the small storage room. He grabbed a huge bottle, filling it with different things. Sugar, flour, salt, a bit of oregano. Anything and everything.
When it was done, he shook it furiously. The result was a slightly browned powdery substance, that looked like it could repel zombies just as good as anything else.
Buck came back out, handing it to the scred Pete.
"There you are, that'll be a buck."
Pete looked up, surprised. Anger quickly replaced that frightened look he had a minute ago.
"A dollar? Are you crazy. That's more than a week's salary!"
Buck threw up his hands as if there was nothing he could do.
"Listen, Pete. Zombie Repellent isn't cheap. There are spices that come from China to make that shit up. It costs over twenty bucks just to get all the materials that are inside that jar, not including the preparation you go through. Boiling, stewing, the rifting. And it's worth it too. That one jar will last you a year, if not more."
Pete's eyes slowly grew bigger as he looked at the pot of gold before him. A year's worth of zombie repellent. He was set.
Buck got the buck, which he quickly put in the till. He knew it would have friends.
Pete had, among other things, a huge mouth. By the end of the day Buck assumed he would sell at least twenty bucks worth of common every day food.
Some piss poor zombies weren't going to ruin his sales for the day, no sir.

 

[Rockingham]

Deputy Barney Fife

There was gun shooting, there was gun fighting, there was gun play. And he was missing all of it.
Barney looked out through the bars with depression and fatigue. He had thought this would be just a simple routine. Clean up the cells, mop the floor, and then... BAM, the bar door slammed shut on him.
The third time this week too. He just stood in there, watching as guns went off left and right, and he wasn't even there to see any of it.
Finally, he was tired of someone coming into rescue him. He had unpulled his belt, and gotten the keys himself.
Although, he had just so happened to get the wrong set. And by the time he got the right ones, the shooting was over.
The Sheriff came in with the culprits. Good old Herbert. That's the spirit, get them alive.
Deputy Barney Fife came rumbling out. He was a good 95 pounds, but he walks like he was 395. When the Sheriff ran out to take care of some more mischief, he took over interrogating the offender.
He placed one foot on the Sheriff's chair, looking at the man sitting down.
"Ok buster, this is it for you," he had a mean look on his face, you had to be mean when interrogating the criminals. If you looked happy they wouldn't tell you all their dirty secrets.
"Where you hide the hootch? Who's old betsy working for, eh partner?"
He sat down rather fast, pointing at the man as if he had just shot the president.
"Don't play dumb, I've been onto your operation for quite some time now. Yes... if you come clean it'll only be one life term up at Hasser's. Come on out with it now!"
He glanced outside.
Wha...
"Bertha?"
He ran outside, looking at the mule as if the thing had wings coming out of it. Who had unhitched his mule? What in the world?
His eyes turned blood red as he looked back at the man sitting.
"Oh that's it. I'm arresting you for comendearing an officer's vehicle. That's thirty days for a starter."
He came up behind the man.
"Come on, get up," his entire frame shaking as he said it, "Get up now. Into the cell with you. I mean it, the law's the law around here. Don't nobody mess with the law."
He tapped his badge furiously, but stopped when it pricked him and made his finger bleed. He kissed it solemnly, but still the evil face looking at the mule snatcher.
"Don't make me say it again, I'm the law around here, don't nobody mess with the law!!!"
He was nearly shouting now.
A heart attack before thirty, the entire town had a poll going. Some said 28, others claimed he wouldn't live a day after 26. The prize was about a hundred dollars now. This was the exact reason why, when he got excited, he really got excited. The 22 year old jumped around more than a rabbit being chased by a hungry wolf.
"UP!"

 

[Valdimer]

OOC: Roflmao.



IC: Walt looked at the deputy. He sat calmly in the chair, while the deputy continued to rant. Then he came to the mule, and started shouting that he would arrest good ol Walt. "Now wait just a minute here sonny! I'm yer elder, and you'll speak ta me as such. I be. I aint never heard a youngun talk ta me that way....I tell ya, my pa woulda tailed my hide, ifin I'd talked ta him like that." Walt pointed an accusing finger at the deputy as he gave him an earfull. "Now, if ya sit down here, and talk ta me like a respectable young lad, I'll answer yer questions. And bessie is mine..." he said, giving the deputy a wink.

 

[starkweather]

"What in Gods name is going on" John said, he heard a scream from a small shop. John qickly pulled out his gun and followed behind Tyler. "This is going to be one of those." John was ready for anything, more so he wanted some answers, and tyler might just have them.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler didn't see any zombies through the window, he turned to address John and saw a zombie sneaking up behind him. Tyler emptied both barrels into the zombies head, which splitted like a melon. "We need to get a posse together, the Zombie horde will be descending on us again very soon. Lead the way to the sheriff's office if you don't mind."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

Getting out of the office felt good, even if it was to end up chasing what would most likely be more zombies. Something about that odd young deputy rubbed me the wrong way. I wasn't sure what it was, or why it bothered me. He was too...high-strung.
I reached the door of the seamstress's shop and stopped, looking at the others, who'd stopped at the window.
No time to do...whatever it was they were doing...someone inside had let out a scream.
I looked to the sheriff and said, "Any particular ideas? Or should I just go in there shooting?"

 

[PmTick]

OOC: QC what's your character's name?

Tyler turned toward the new comer, "I can't see inside, it's too dark. Perhaps we should all run and start firing, strength in numbers. Unless you have some explosives, we can blast'em out."

 

[Rockingham]

Ooc: Thank you kindly. There isn't an academy award for role playing is there?


Fife would have none of that. When it came to repecting elders, he was all for it. Had arrested some punk kids for breaking just such a law. Of course it really wasn't a law, but in this kinda town if you told the people it was a law, it was a law.
When dealing with law breakers though, there was no elders. He had give up his elderly right as soon as he took old Bertha. Calling her Bessie, HMPH!
"Come on, up you go," he shouted, grabbing the man by his shoulders. He pushed, hard, his feet slipping out behind him. The man didn't look heavy, but Barney couldn't pull him up for the life of him.
"Don't make this harder on yourself," he put his feet right below the chair, pulling up with all his might. Veins popped out on his forehead. Still, not so much as an inch.
Was this man made of concrete?
It's impossible for someone.
"Ok, now you're resisting arrest. That's another thirty days I'll add on," he sat down, beginning to write down. It was chicken scratch, and he was looking at the elderly fella the entire time.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, sixty days is all you've got. As soon as we figure out this you'll more than likely get hung. I'm trying to help you here, I'm you're...."
He was up like a flash, grabbing the chair the man was in. It had wheels, which was a new esign for a chair, and it moved rather easily on the newly mopped floor. He flung it into the nearest cell door, closing it up with a huge slam.
"THERE WE ARE!!!"
He locked it up, feeling a swell of pride go over him.
Now, that's what he called keeping the peace. He folded his hands across his chest, grimacing as he pricked himself on his star again. He would have to shine those points down. The law was the law, but sometimes it hurt.
"You want lunch partner, cause I know you'll be in there a long time."

 

[Valdimer]

Walt



The deputy pushed the chair, and it flew toward the nearest cell. Walt, in what small bit of soberness he had in him, was able to turn the chair before his knees collided with the stone wall. The chair hit, and the cell door closed. "Well, I never!" Walt said, standing up, furious. "Boy, when I get outta here, I'm gonna tail yer hide like yer pa never did! Now, let me out, this instant!" Walt gave up after a few more minutes of ranting and raveing, knowing it was useless. He let his head hit the bars, and slung his arms so they hung out. Letting out heavy sigh, he said, " It's gonna be one o those days......yessiree." ............

 

[starkweather]

John stood motionless as Tuyler shot the Zombie behind him, John stopped and listened to waht Tyler had to say, "i hardley disagree with you Tyler, a posse is a wonderful idea, ill inform the sheriff at once. If you can do something here do it if ot meet me at the sheiffs office " John said, he left the Tyler and bolted to the sheiffs office. 'The posse must form the posse' john thought to himself. When John cane o the sheriffs office he tied his horse up and bolted in side and said " sheriff we need to geta posse together, things atre getting worse around here."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

(OOC. I have no clue what my purpose is here...)

I walked directly out of the saloon, the rain beginning to increase.

There was too much for me here, I was only 19 and the powers the elders gave me was far more than I could mentally hold.

More dead were coming, and far more evil.

"Medicine Man?" I yelled, "we need medicine man, he will know."

I saw a trading post, a man just entering, the click of a shot gun. I had to trade, I needed some things for a spell to ward off evil, and this was my best shot.

I entered in, the man pointed his shot gun at me just as he had the man before.

"Supplies." I said.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

"I can't see inside, it's too dark. Perhaps we shoull all run and start firing, strength in numbers. Unless you have some explosives, we can blast'em out."
Blast them out? Was he kidding? There was a girl inside there, who had screamed for help, and he was going to blast her out...well, maybe she was dead by now, and then dynamite would...no, wait a minute! We hadn't even checked yet.
"Tell you what...why don't the two of us go in first and see what's going on. If we need help, we can always yell out for the others. Sound good?"

OOC: My character's name is Statler. I put it in the subject box, so it's written smaller and in bold at the top of my posts. And Rockingham, I'm fairly certain that there IS an Academy Award for role-playing...doesn't Carrot Top give it out every year?

 

[Morgoth]

"Alt Kadesh!" hissed one of the men. The leader crawled over to the man. "Yes?" he asked somberly. "What shall we do after this battle?" he asked. "We shall find anyone who wishes to combat the Great Enemy. Then we shall attack him and raze his fort to the ground. Now, we must stand. The zombies are only an hour away and we must do the prayer!" said Alt. All stood and Alt began the prayer. A fire was started and many ceremonies were performed. Over and over, strabge words were chanted and spice thrown on the fire.

 

[poohlive]

Buck raised the shotgun, glancing at the pretty injun with an indecisive look. He hated injuns on the whole, but this one, damn if she weren't the cutest thing he had ever seen.
His policy for the store wasn't to sell anything to injuns or black folk (I'm not prejudice, it's just the times and how they were. I'm assuming we're somewhere between the late 1800's and the early 1900's. Don't blame me, I'm just trying to be realistic with my role playing).
"Well," he put down the shotgun, letting her beauty sink into him for a moment, "Ok princess running-bear. What can I do you for? Supplies? Do you want some hides or necklaces or something special? Herbs perhaps?"
He knew better than to try and sell her the zombie repellent. Hell, she probably knew an actual recipe for the stuff. Them injuns, they can make some of the weirdest things out of weeds and back and stuff.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

OOC: sorry for the delay folks, couldn't get into Lit. problem should be solved now though.

IC:
Felicity heard steps pounding up to her door in time with her pounding heartbeat, Grant was shuffling ever closer, his pants now around his knees. He ripped his shirt open, a leer on his face.

Lunging to the side, grabbing her large fabric shears, Felicity called out to the men dithering outside "HELP ME!"

Spinning around to confront Grant again, the sharp scissors held towards him he lurched, stumbling a little on his pants tangling his legs. Startled, Felicity lashed out, unmanning him with the scissors.

Grant reared back with a cry, almost tripping and revealing the sherrif in shillouette in the doorway.

Her relief at her rescue was so great, Felicity fainted dead away before the first shot was even fired.

 

[Angelus]

Alex walked into the stables and threw the blanket over the back of his horse. This place was a little too weird for him and there was one place that he didn't want to be- here. There was one thing or more importantly one person that he did have to find though, that old man that had brought the zombies here. He threw the saddle onto the back of his horse and after he strapped it on jumped on himself.

He rode out of the stables and headed straight for the saloon, where he hoped the sheriff still was. He stopped his horse and jumped down, tying him to the post outside and walked into the saloon, getting a shock to see all the guns that were now pointing straight at him. He started to back away, his hands up and said, "Sorry to intrude. I'll just be leaving now."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Oh sorry about that I didn't realize that a girl was in there.

Tyler knodded to Statler, "Good plan, I'll be ready if you need me."

OOC2: Lava I really like the idea behind your character, I hope you can figure out what she's all about I'm anxious to see the results.

 

[Rockingham]

Deputy Fife... Superstar!

Ooc: Carrot Top? Oh man... well as long as he's wearing one of those green dresses that J Lo had, I'll be fine.


Fife racked the jail bars with his gun, a loud repetitive sound emerged, like fingers on a chalkboard.
"That ain't good enough! I need answers, answers to questions only I know about. Now come on, spill the hootch before the slipknot runs down your pants."
He stopped, looking in the air as if he were trying to figure out an equation. He nodded, apparently he had.
"There's no more beating around the bush. Unless you release the basket, I can't sing Mary had a little lamb."
Was nothing getting trhough to this fella? It was like he was talking to a brick wall. Must be deaf or something. Fife moved the chair over to the bars, and sat down.
"Come on spill it gramps. I've got a lot of paperwork to do, and you owe us a new chair for the one you ruined," he pointed behind the man, "Now come clean or I might just accidentally lose the key."
He flicked the keys before the man, and then a sudden burst came in through the door. Fife stood up, his eyes completely open. His face long drawn as if in a comical fashion. He was shaking now, shaking horribly.
"Preacher!" he looked at the man, the gun in his hand held loosely. He wouldn't point it at the cloth, but he was too scared to let it go. He hadn't realized he had dropped the keys right in front of the jail cell.
(I think that's like half of the Andy Griffith escapes were from Fife leaving the keys somewhere that they could easily escape)
"The sheriff isn't here preacher, he's down out on official peace keeping business," he heard gunshots, "Why I think that's him now, go along."
Any other time he would have loved to take over as Sheriff, but right now he had an investigation to go underway. He closed the door after the preacher had left.
Then he stood, his back to the jail cell, "It's just you and me Father Christmas. Now don't tell me I'm not getting a present early this year, I know that I've been good."
He turned around...

 

[Valdimer]

OOC: Roflmfao. Classic, just classic.


IC: Walt stood there, somewhat dumbfounded as the deputy rambled on about father christmas, and baskets, and what not. Scratching his head, he said, "Gosh, maybe I had a bit to much o that whiskey. Son, you aint makin one bit o sense." Suddenly the door swung open, and Walt looked over the deputy's shoulder, to see who had burst in. Hearing the keys hit the floor, Walt looked down, and arched an eyebrow. "Bout as bright as that mule out there I see." he said softly to himself, as he bent down to pick up the keys. Figiting with the keys, Walt tryed one after the other, none working, until he came to the last one. (Isnt that how it goes in the movies? It's always the last one that gets you out.)

Unlocking his cell, Walt looked the deputy in the eyes as he turned around. " I think ya dropped somethin fella." he said, handing the deputy the keys. Walt walked over to a chair furthest from any of the cells and sat down, a satisfied look on his face........

 

[starkweather]

OOC: Excellent piece of work Rock and Val, excellent.

IC: John sttod out side the sheiffs office and thought for a moment ' we need the power of the Lord on our side' thought John, " the church, I need to get to the church" said John out load. He quicly saddled his horse and headed straight for the church, in hopes of finding someone there.