Obviously this guy was going to be harder to deal with than some of the crazy people. "Because Asshole" Stevie Started "I just killed the captain in self-defense and I got a hold of his keycard, I got the ability to enter the tightest of security. I don't know how crazy it is on your side, but soon you're going to get cornered if I'm still here holding the keycard. " In the meantime while he was speaking, Stevie reached into the mini-fridge within the cabin, pulled two rare bottles of vodka, and a can of coke. He then dumped it into his bag.

Captain's key-card? Now...that was useful. "I'm on my way." Devon replied bluntly, grabbing the closest thing to him as he meandered down the hall-way; it was one of those weird cane things that bell-boys used to assist with luggage. It would work; it was made of metal, at least, and was weighed evenly. Now...he would need to climb the elevator to get to the dude's room. Within seconds he arrived at the elevator, and with deliberate slowness, Devon clicked the 'open' button. A growling young lady greeted him when it opened. She promptly got a face full of metal cane. Devon moved in with the swing, pressing his boot against her face as he clicked up to the 'Arrogant Rich Guys' Suites' button. As she groaned and screamed underneath his boot, Devon clicked the button on the walkie. Stevie would promptly hear a woman's angry, muffled screams, soft elevator music, and Devon's whistling. "What room number?"

"How many times do I need to yell go away before it sinks in god damn it!" Ryu yells, frustration very evident in his voice, in response to the banging on his cabin door that had woken him up 15 minutes ago and hadn't stopped since. The banging carried on and Ryu couldn't take it any longer. He rolls out of his bed and approaches the door. He hesitates for a second. Maybe it isn't so wise to open the door? He shakes his head and dismisses the thought. What's the worst that will happen? He opens the door and can barely even get a word out before the cause of the banging, a rather angry looking middle aged man launches himself at Ryu. "The fu--!" Is all he can say as Ryu is tackled to the floor. He wrestles with the man, trying with all his strength to push him off while the man throws punches wildly at him. Most of the punches land on Ryu's left arm as he holds it across his face in the only attempt to block that he can. He keeps trying to push but to no avail. The man is rather heavy to put it lightly and there's no way Ryu is pushing him off. So he resorts to plan B. While still blocking with his left arm, he swings his right into a punch with all the strength he can muster into the side of the man's head, hitting him square on the temple. The man wails in pain and Ryu manages to push him off as he recoils from the pain. Ryu rushes to his feet and makes quick of the advantage he's given himself. Before the man can climb back to his feet, Ryu kicks him back the floor. He lands another kick into the man's side. And another, and another. With the man now gasping for breath, Ryu stops. "Hope that taught you a lesson," He growls at the man. "Now get out before I do more damage." The man doesn't leave. Instead, he looks up at Ryu and grins. "You're gonna die." He wheezes.

Nadia covered her ears with her hands as she stayed squatting there under the lobby table. Everything happened so suddenly. She was just walking there, wondering what she should do since she won a trip there and was looking at the activities available when suddenly people started to vomit, attacking each other. In the middle of all the fuss of people attacking each other, she hid under the lobby table, wondering what the hell was going on. Trying to breathe as quietly as possible, she soon dared herself to take a peek from the lobby table. Bad mistake, for there was puke all over and the stench was just getting to her. She went back to under the table, which seemed to be her only safe spot. Remembering she had a phone, she hurriedly took it out, only to find that there was no signal. Sighing, she kept her phone and looked around nearby. There were drawers and a key. She took the key and unlocked one of the drawers, to find a radio. Probably for the crew. Hastily, she took it and found out how to turn it on. Apparently it was kept for emergency purposes and the battery seemed to be full. "H-hello..?" She said into the crew radio. "If someone can hear me, please, help me. I'm at the lobby and I'm afraid from coming out from under the table" she said to the radio as soft as she could manage.

Nick grunted in pain, and then constantly kicked the angry chick in the face, once. twice. fifteen times. until her face was nothing but a messed up abomination that looks like modern art, Thats for my shoes! Nick said to the girl, nobody messed up Nicks shoes, brushing his jacket a bit he gotten back on the bar stool, with his head down he asked for a vodka, but he wasn't answered, nick asked yet again, but no answer finally he lifted his head sluggishly about to ask Again about the vodka and noticed the bartender was actually in the corner, stabbed multiple times, Nick picked up the girls knife and walked over to him, the dude wasn't breathing, there wasn't any sound coming from him except from a small headset he was wearing, Nick picked it up and spoke into the headset Uhh hey, this is uh me, my names Nick green and a girl just attempted to kill me and a bartender was killed mysteriously, I'm in the bar, what the hecks going on?!

As the asshole on the other end of the line was speaking to him and taking his sweet sweet time to save our hero's life, Stevie found a hole puncher and necklace that he used to make a hole in the keycard and wear it around his neck. (Only the magnetic stripe was important anyway, ) But something he forgot is that he didn't take stride to remember which room he threw himself into. He took a look through the eye-hole within the door. "Uhhh.....I didn't get a good look at the room number. But I know how to get here, once you leave the casino, it's the first door you can possibly see. You can tell its my room because there's three of these Cruise Crazies outside it. Two guys and a girl. One guy wearing a tux that's he ruined now, another one who's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and a woman wearing some kind of purple sleeveless dress." The door started knocking. "Okay, so I think it's clear that neither of us can take these three on by ourselves. So tell me when you get here and we can double team them." Another few people came on the line. It seems the only sane people on this ship happened to be grabbing the radios. "Yeah, this is stevie. I don't what the hell's going on, but there's a bunch of crazy people all over this ship and they want us dead."

"They want us dead" was the last thing Nadia heard from the radio. She pressed the button again to ask something when she head a sound. Frightened, she stayed still, hoping that whatever it was out there, it wouldn't come to her. "Hehehe I know you're there little kitty, cmon don't hide from meeee" a male's voice. It was a little high pitched and and creepy. Nadia became as quiet as a mouse, not realizing that she was still on the radio, still pressing the button. "Ah~ are you behind that table by any chance~?" The voice continued and Nadia could hear footsteps coming towards her. "COME OUT!"

Jimmy nodded at Diana and smiled awkwardly. "Yup, he's dead alright," he said with a grunt. "He's the fourth I've had to send to the promised land in this last half hour." Jimmy bent down to pick up the broken mop handle, and then moved over to the counter and picked up the fillet knife. His mind was working along the lines of full on survival, and whatever gentle human being he may have been for the last 57 years of his life, had dissipated with the drop of a microwave. He'd killed four people - FOUR. Everything about that fact was so surreal that Jimmy's body was just pumping him full of adrenaline, which kept him from dwelling on it for too long. "I don't know what's going on, sweet heart," Jimmy said slyly, in between looking through an assortment of draws and cupboards. "People just started going crazy and attacking each other." Jimmy punched the air, and pulled out a roll of duct tape from behind a stack of plates. "There was talk of a nasty bug on board, this morning. I don't know if that's got anything to do with it; seems unlikely though." Jimmy wrapped the fillet knife to the end of the mop handle with the duct tape, layering it several times and tightly. Once he was done, he threw the roll of tape to one side and started slicing at the air with his impromptu spear. "This'll do," he said aloud to himself, before remembering he had company. He turned to Diana, "so, I don't suppose you have a plan do you? Was thinking of making a go at the bridge myself. If anyone knows what to do, its the captain. Hell, he's probably already sent out a distress call. Maybe the cavalry is already on its way."

Ella pressed her back against the counter in the kitchen she was stuck in. All she wanted was to sink through the ground and disappear, to escape the terrible and aggressive banging on the door, and the screams echoing through the vents that travelled through the ship. She had no idea how many of those people where outside in the restaurant she not so long ago had worked a shift in. So recently, that the blood from one of her colleges, that now adorned her white shirt, hadn't even had time to dry. It had all happened so quickly. It had been so calm and quiet in the absolutely beautiful restaurant, and she had just served a table of four when a young man stood up, grabbing his knife and stabbed Sara in the eye. After that, hell broke loose. Ella soon found herself in the kitchen, all alone. She wasn't really sure how she got there, and she didn't know where the cooks were. Maybe they had gone to get help? Who knew.. What she did know was that she alone, with a bunch of violent people in the next room, desperately trying to get thorugh the doors. Ella crawled to the corner of the counter and looked towards the doors; they won't hold much longer. She must find a new safe place to hide. So, she leaned back again and picked up the crew radio, turning it on. "Hello, this is Ella Jones. I'm in Top Floor's kitchen. It's safe for the moment, but not for much longer. Is anyone there, who can tell me if there are any safe places on this ship?" She spoke, and pushed herself up to her feet. She walked over to another couter and picked up the knife that lied there. The knife felt heavy in her hand as she looked around the room to find a way out. The only thing she found was the food and product elevator. Could that work?

Well, if this wasn't just the greatest way to start off a cruise. He'd saved up enough money for a vacation in the States to get some well-deserved time off away from his dreary day job, but this wasn't part of the packaged he had signed up for. It almost beat the time he was stuck at that one pub in Belfast. Almost. Callahan had taken his cue to run like hell when the bartender on deck had stopped offering him drinks and ran at him instead with a broken wine glass. Deciding he would rather not deal with that loony, he backed away from the counter, only to realize the rest of the customers had adopted the strange aggression and began assaulting each other. If this was some strange virus which broke out on the ship, he was glad he had just recently gotten vaccinated. Dodging under an outstretched arm, the Irishman bolted for the stairs, hoping to find more sane people below decks. He decided, if he got back to Ireland alive, his physician would get quite a generous tip. Making his way down the floors and seeing nothing but fallen bodies, he desperately continued to search for signs of normal life, but his efforts had so far turned up in vain. Stopping at the 7th floor to catch his breath, he looked around, observing nothing too peculiar on this floor so far. "Can someone tell me what in the bloody seven hells is going on?"

The radio was becoming a liability. As other voices arrived, Devon responded to Stevie with a quiet 'Hmm' before yanking the batteries out of the radio and pocketing it. The elevator 'dinged' it's stop, and without even noticing, Devon stomped down brutally, crushing the brain underneath his foot with a sick squelching sound. The female groaned and died instantly, and Devon exited the elevator, still twirling the cane around his fingers with a casual grace. Near the casino, hn? He had been there once, to gamble a couple of days ago. It was fun to cheat and piss the older people off. He quickly dashed that way, thankfully not running into many crazies on his way. There was one that was laughing as it...well, he wasn't gonna say. It involved a dead human and a stream of golden life essence, however. Devon leaped up, nailing the dude with a flying jump kick that sent it flying into a bellboy cart. Before it can recover, Devon walked forward and ended it's life with a picture-perfect golfswing with his metal cane. Its head went sailing into the wall, with a wet slapping sound. He was here. Right past the casino double doors, he saw three crazies slamming against a fancy door. At least two had gotten knives from somewhere, and the third was abnormally tall and muscular; probably a guard. It had a nightstick. Devon narrowed his eyes. A smirk formed. "Leeroooy...." His low, smoky voice started off in a quiet, yet increasing-in-volume yell. "JENKIIIIINS!" His hooded, baseball-cap-covered body abruptly was sent flying forward, apparently by a sneak-attack from behind. He slammed against the door, and the extra force from his body broke it down in splinters. Devon recovered instantly, lashing out with a leg-sweep that sent the tallest guard down. With casual ease, he crushed it's nose under his feet, quickly grabbing it's baton and taking a step back into the relatively large room. "Here." He said, tossing Stevie the metal cane. The large guard got up, and the extra guard had joined the team of angries, making four. "I'll take two." "Youuuuu....little bitches gun' die." "Make that three." He sprinted forward, his body leaping into the air and turning side-ways, as if he was lying to go down to sleep...and he was spinning. His corkscrewing body slammed against the two large guards and a crazie wielding a knife, and they all went flying into the hallway. The last crazy looked scared, before turning to Stevie and charging.

Nicks shoes were a mess, which sucked, his shoes were hard to clean and they costed him 200 dollars, he then heard some other chick on the radio say something about finding a safe place, well, why not? more chicks for me to date Nick thought and spoke into the headset Well the bar on the second floor is quite empty and safe, Nick took a look at his shoes, he had to clean off all of the Icky vomit mixed with blood mixed with some weird looking liquid that Nick didn't really want to know what it was, His shoes were easy to clean in the first 10 minutes, but a bitch to clean after, so he gotten off of his little stool, pushing it forward causing a little screech sound, there was a sound of someone yelling "leroy jekins" or some shit faintly in the distance, So Nick climbed over the bar, and noticed a nearby sink, he tooken off his shoes and began to clean them in the sink with a towel which was near him, he usually had servants to do this but, well chances were they were all crazy or dead

Ella was in the middle of trying open the food elevator when someone answered her over the radio, it was a guy. "The bar on the second floor, huh?"She said to herself. She knew where that was. The problem was, to get there she had to go through an other restaurant, then a small hallway and then a lobby. But she didn't really have a choice, did she? So, both willigly and a bit hesitantly she curled up in the rather small food elevator, and pressed the botton down before she pull down the door the best she could. The elevator shook slightly as it moved downwards, possible not as much as Ella shook because of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The elevator suddenly stopped, causing it to shook violently one last time. Ella pulled up the door slightly, not more than a few inches. She listened... No sound, at least not near by. Carefully, Ella stepped out of the food elevator. She moved quietly over the white, kitchen floor and then through the dining room of the restaurant. When she reached the lobby, numerous of screams were audible, some nearer than others. A part of her wanted to help them all, but a part of her told her that she couldn't trust anyone. That's when she realized that she had trusted the boy on the radio to go to the bar, this made her stop dead in her tracks in the middle of the lobby. Ella had no idea what the boy's intentions were. Maybe it was a trap. But it was too late to turn back now, and she was too exposed in the lobby to stay there. She had no other choice than to go into the bar, and hope for the best. Ella moved the radio to her mouth as she moved closer to the entrance of the bar; "I'm outside the bar. If this is a trap... I swear to god, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Ryu stared down at the man, bemused more than anything else. He just beat the living daylights out of this guy and he's still asking for more. Does he have no sense of self preservation? "What the hell is wrong with you?" Ryu asked. "You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you." He replied and began to push himself back to his feet. 'He's serious... He's going to actually try and kill me...' Ryu thought. That wasn't going to happen. He glanced the room for the nearest object to try and use as a weapon but there was nothing big enough or heavy enough that wasn't bolted down. He was gonna have to kill this guy with his bare hands. Ryu had taken too long to mull over his possibilities though and the man had now gotten to his feet and was suddenly rushing towards him. He dodged at the very last moment and with a swift leg sweep brought the man crashing back to the floor, his considerable bulk making the floor shake beneath them. Ryu seized the oppurtunity and began kicking the man in the side of the head, over and over. A pool of blood was quickly forming around his head and the life was slowly draining from his eyes. Ryu raised his foot one final time but the killing blow never came. He hesitated and decided agaisnt killing him. It would cause more bad than good. "I'm going for a walk. Be gone before I'm back" He said. The man groaned in reply. Ryu left the room and walked down the corridor towards the elevators. He walked into an open, empty one and pushed the button for the 2nd floor. He'd heard there was a good restraunt down there & he'd been meaning to try it. He closed his eyes as the lift began to move. 'What a morning...' He sighed and opened his eyes again as the lift slowed, dinged and the doors opened to what could only be described as a warzone. "What the hell is going on here...?"

The silence of the seventh floor was not an adequate answer. Callahan sighed and considered his options. His room was on this floor, so he could barricade himself in it, hole up inside with the provisions stashed in the room's refrigerator, or he could figure out what was going on and if there was at least one other person here who didn't have an urge to knock his brains in, at least subconsciously. Reasoning that people stricken with this literally violent sickness would probably not try to stay in their rooms, but would go out looking for blood, he walked down the hallway, dodging the occasional maniac or two, and tried to see if anyone else had the idea of holing up in their rooms. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself, but he figured that in the unlikely event that he would gain an ally, then he would prefer that scenario to the other one which involved people biting at his flesh. "Anyone out there? Well, I suppose I can't swear by the queen, but by the cross of Saint Patrick I promise you I'm a normal person!"

"Why would that son of a bitch give me this thing if I don't know how to use it?!" Stevie thought to himself. He tossed the cane to the side, probably a bad idea since a Cruise Crazie is coming at him. This one was the woman in the purple dress, she looked like the girl that tricked him into playing Poker. "Aw shoot. Come on, give me something good." Stevie reached into his bag and through his can of Coca-Cola at the Crazie's Head, it shattered upon contact with a dazzling display of foam. The Cruise Crazie screamed and started clawing around, temporarily blinded. "Ok, good, just need something to finish it off." He reached into the bag and pulled out......the Stilleto......Really? "ARGAURGAURAUG!" Yelled the charging Cruise Crazie, she missed and Stevie swung the stiletto. The heel got caught in her neck, he pulled forward and the Cruise Crazie fell to ground. That was one more Cruise Crazie dealt with, but the stilletto was broken. Annoyed, Stevie threw it to the side. "Hellooooooooo Asshooooole" Cried his second Cruise Crazie, Mr. Hawaii Shirt, the only guy who had a worse day then him at the Casino. He charged toward him, but first let's see what Devon was doing.

Devon rolled off of the ground, leaping up and lashing out with the baton. The black weapon slid into it's full length, and he expertly twirled it between his fingers. This reminded him of the time when he had to disguise as a police officer within a fancy party, to arrest the client - which was the only non-suspicious way to slip him the package without anyone knowing. He had been pretty good with the baton; now, time to see if he still had it. The first Crazie - the Crazie Guard - charged him first, with a demonic yell of "GONNA EAT YOUR ASS!"....Not the most intimidating of battle cries, Devon thought as he twisted behind the guard's swing, and took his legs out from under him with a sharp baton poke to the back of the knee. As the guard landed on his knees, Devon twisted, sending him flying into the wall with a sharp round-house kick. Immediately after, the other crazie lunged - only to get an eye full of baton. As blood and brain matter flew through the air, Devon brutally ripped it out and slammed the bloody end sharply in it's neck, killing it instantly. It fell. The third had punched him in the face. It hurt. Recovering, Devon dropped the baton with a scowl, punching the man back in the face. "Ouch!" "Yeah, bitch." The crazie tackled him, and he and Devon proceeded to beat the shit out of each other on the floor; Devon getting more hits in then the crazie, obviously.

Ella was in the middle of trying open the food elevator when someone answered her over the radio, it was a guy. "The bar on the second floor, huh?"She said to herself. She knew where that was. The problem was, to get there she had to go through an other restaurant, then a small hallway and then a lobby. But she didn't really have a choice, did she? So, both willigly and a bit hesitantly she curled up in the rather small food elevator, and pressed the botton down before she pull down the door the best she could. The elevator shook slightly as it moved downwards, possible not as much as Ella shook because of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The elevator suddenly stopped, causing it to shook violently one last time. Ella pulled up the door slightly, not more than a few inches. She listened... No sound, at least not near by. Carefully, Ella stepped out of the food elevator. She moved quietly over the white, kitchen floor and then through the dining room of the restaurant. When she reached the lobby, numerous of screams were audible, some nearer than others. A part of her wanted to help them all, but a part of her told her that she couldn't trust anyone. That's when she realized that she had trusted the boy on the radio to go to the bar, this made her stop dead in her tracks in the middle of the lobby. Ella had no idea what the boy's intentions were. Maybe it was a trap. But it was too late to turn back now, and she was too exposed in the lobby to stay there. She had no other choice than to go into the bar, and hope for the best. Ella moved the radio to her mouth as she moved closer to the entrance of the bar; "I'm outside the bar. If this is a trap... I swear to god, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Hearing the girls mean reply Nick spoke back saying Well excuuussseeee me princess, but how do I know YOUR not a crazy Nick let out a Smile, showing his white teeth, there wasn't really anyone there so he finished washing his shoes, taking them out of the sink and putting them on a nearby counter to dry off, she just had to puke all over my shoes, ugh dumb girl. Nick thought a bit, staring at the dead girl, she was faced headdown on the ground, her face concealed but there was a pool of blood where her face should be. ouch, Nick's socks were white and bland, the place he was in was also very messy and there was still a dead bartender in the corner, so he walked around the bar and sat down on the stool, flashing his white jacket which was somehow not messy, Nick couldn't say the same for his jeans, the little insane bitch left a lot of holes and blood all over it, not to mention vomit, so nick just sat down casually. he took the knife the dead girl had and put it on the bar table,