The last stand? Ic

[reapermage12]

The Last Stand?

October 30th, 2012 at 4:42 pm

"Albert!, Albert!" Agatha yelled as she stared out the patio window with her binoculars looking out at the parking lot watching as cars and people came and went throughout out as everyone came home from work and school. "Albert!" "What," Albert said from the table where he was eating his Italian beef sandwich and playing on his phone, "mom cant you see I'm busy." "There is that boy and girl out there again" She said completely ignoring her son as she pointed to the two teens that seemed to be making out in the distance. "They shouldn't being doing that in public it's so indecent!" Ya ya mom just watch some TV" her son said as he picked up the remote and turned on the TV to channel 2. "Alright i think its time for me to let the idio- I mean... uh... residents know that today is payday." He said with a crooked smile as he got out of his chair and left the room. "Again today's numbers for the mega million jackpot of 700 million dollars are 5,6,7,8,9 and the mega ball 10. Up next -" the lotto lady said as Albert left the room.

Albert knocked on each door yelling "RENT IS DO TIME TO PAY UP" a smile appearing on his face after he had done that now heading back to his own apartment to relax for a hard days work. when he walks in he hears the news "There has been serious reports of people who have been eaten alive and that the attackers looked to be dead. It is advised to stay indoors." "The world these days everyone is going nuts." he said as he sat down back in his chair.

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(post your reaction of the news if you heard it and/or what your character is doing at the moment)

OOC:http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...last-stand-ooc

[Chazz]

The ticket to the lotto of 700 million matched the numbers on the ticket underneath the bong, Reggie coughed and blew out the smoke.
"Wow, that's some killer shit maaaaan." he smiled as he stared up at the ceiling, where several forks hung from being thrown into it.
Reggie burst out laughing at the formation that the forks had made, "Alien penises." he mumbled as he leaned up from the couch, grabbing his soda.
He slurped the grape soda through the straw til there was nothing but noise, then sat it back down on the table.
Reggie looked at the TV where the lotto numbers were being flashed across the screen again, and he remembered for a moment that he had bought a ticket.
He searched and searched the table but didn't see it, so he grabbed his bong and toked it up again.
But, as he was firing it up...he saw the numbers 5,6,7,8,9, and 10 on a piece of paper stuck on the bottom of the bong.
"I won man...cool." he said as he blew the smoke out and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes....drifting off to sleep.

[sofire]

Laurel had a hard night in the ER the night before and had already figured out what was happening, she'd gone straight to the grocery store to buy bottled water, canned food and anything she could get her hands on that she thought they might need. She'd come home then to relieve the baby sitter, then began packing things in the house and piling it up next to the door. She was going to take Jilly and get as far away as she could, take her daughter to a safe place.

Jilly woke up around 9am and asked, "Mama, we go on trip?" Laurel had only smiled and replied with a soft, "Yes, baby. We are." She had made Jilly breakfast, let her eat while putting on a DVD of cartoons so she wouldn't see the news. She packed Jillian some things, clothes, coats, blankets, toys, everything was piling up by the door.

By the time Albert banged on the door Laurel was working on getting things to the car a few things at a time, trying not to attract attention to herself. She had fed Jilly lunch and Jilly was playing with some toys in her room, so Laurel wasn't worried about her daughter at the moment, she knew where she was and that she was safe.

[Knight125]

Using his laptop, John is confirming various sales on his website while sitting on his sofa. He has the T.V. on, but isn't really paying very much attention to it, because he's too busy thinking about what one of his prepper friends had told him the previous night. John's friend had informed him that bodies were mysteriously vanishing from morgues around the city. Also, the graves in the graveyards of the area had been upturned, and all that was found in them were broken caskets. As John sighs, "I hope that this isn't what I think it is, but I better prepare as though it is." As he closes the laptop and stands up, the news comes on and catches his attention. Reports were coming in of cannibalistic acts by what appeared to be corpses. John moans, "Oh, crap."

Dropping to the floor, he grabs a large suitcase from underneath the couch, and sets it on his dining room table. John opens the suit case, and double checks the contents of it. Inside are two pistols strapped to the top, 50 rounds of ammunition, three rolls of duct tape, a large, black, heavy-duty plastic tarp, four quart size bottles of water, a hunting knife, and a combat knife. After closing it, John rushes to his bedroom, opens up the air vent in his ceiling, reaches into it, and pulls out a shot gun, and a high caliber rifle, along with two bags of ammunition. After a moment's hesitation, he puts the rifle and its ammunition back in the vent, and closes it. John then walks to his closet and pulls out a belt of shotgun ammo, which he straps onto himself. He also grabs a backpack containing a change of clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, two rolls of duct tape, another bag of pistol ammunition, and three cans of tomato soup.

After putting on the backpack and with shotgun in hand, John walks back to the living room. Next, he uses duct tape to tape black trash bags over his windows, blocking the view from outside. He heads into the kitchen where he grabs another pistol, and a holster, then straps it to his waist. Finally, he sits on his couch with the suitcase, backpack, and shotgun next to him, then, slightly winded from rushing around the apartment, he takes a deep breath. While he catches his breath, he starts calling his prepper friends on his cell phone to see they're all still alive.

[Vexudus]

"...and we need six Lotus rolls NOW!" the head cook screamed. God.. I thought to myself. I know I love cooking, but why the hell did I have to choose this place, my co-workers are such assholes! Although, it is enjoyable to watch the brawls in the back. Hah, Mario even almost got his hand cut off by Souchiro the other night Bzzzt... the television hummed as I turned it on. I wonder what's new.. I said talking to myself quietly. I quickly reached over and press the "^" button on the television, flipping through the only 24 channels it had over and over again. "ARE THOSE ROLLS DONE YET?!" Souchiro screeched. "Yeah, here, six rolls just how you asked." He shuffles quickly towards me and grabs the plate of sushi and heads out of the kitchen. Football.. Boring, Hockey, even more boring.. I might as well catch up on the news. I turned to channel 17. "Up next, a car crash occurred on Highway 47 and the occupants remain unscathed. Our reporter will be interviewing on what they did to survive. As for the traffic, the roads will be delayed and the detour will take about 25 minutes to get to the other side of the accident." "Wow, really? An extra 25 minutes of wasting gas to go back home.." A few minutes passed by, "We interrupt the commercial break but, there has been serious reports of people who have been eaten alive.." What.. Eaten alive? First a car crash and now zombies? Pfff, my ass I sarcastically thought. ".. and that the attackers looked to be dead. It is advised to stay indoors." Great. I pondered. What else will possibly go wrong now?

[arowne97]

When Vinnie heard Albert knock on his door, he went to his gun rack, opened a hidden compartment in the back, and got out his rent money. He walked out of his apartment and up to Albert. "Here's your damn rent," he said, holding out the cash.