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	Well fuck me sideways and call me Sally, I had a visit from LLA today while prepping this post and well... She must have gotten laid last night. A seriously good lay. I mean, seriously good. There were no deaths, no close calls, no shit hitting the fan. O.o I don't know whether to rejoice of hold my breath in case she is just setting us up for something horrid but either way this round of RP is completely free and clear. There is one nameless Edenite to deal with before you hit the armory - so first come first serve on him. So what you will. There are Walkers, three per person as per usual. Other than that, um, just go with it. Now off to see what happens with Zoie and Fuckwad in the Machine Shop. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Zoie Crawford[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/ef4f37cb0db2a2710e22df36c080328d/tumblr_inline_nwover7Hyo1qgp297_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Machine Shop Across The Street From The Courthouse In Newnan
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Cletus[/center][hr]

	Zoie pressed her back against the wall, the place was quiet; too quiet. There was no sound, not even coming from the outside. The place must have been fixed up to help cut down on the sounds of the machines when fabrication was in process. [i][color=f6989d]"Smart,"[/color][/i] Zoie thought to herself. Even this far within a wall, machine work could be loud and could draw a crowd of walkers. She remembered the sound of Wades blacksmith shop when she was growing up; the sounds of the heart crackling, the hammers striking the anvils. Even out in the sticks, especially out in the sticks where there was not a lot of white noise to drown out the noise it carried. Like it would now that the world had stopped spinning. Well whoever set the place up initially at least had a head on their shoulders. She wondered if it was the woman that Dick had carried inside, or the man that seemed to be trying to keep things moving now. Or Both. Probably both since a job like this wouldn't be a one person operation. 

	The clang of metal against the concrete snapped Zoie out of her walk down memory lane. [color=f6989d][i]"Head in the game momma, time to earn your keep,"[/i][/color] she thought as she loosened her grip on her kukri daggers, her fingers fanning out one at a time. Slowly she peeked her head around the corner and ducked down as the wall erupted next to her head; the conrete shattering and flying about in a cloud of dust above her. 

	"Getting sloppy Zoie," a gravely voice echoed through the cold room. Zoie narrowed her eyes as she shook off the debris from her head and her grip tightened. She knew that voice, all too well. 

	[color=f6989d]"Yer aim is gettin' rusty [url=https://media.serious.io/834f67af2b02d1c5/serious.gif]Cletus[/url],"[/color] she fired back. 

	"Ay, comes with age but no worries sweet cheeks, just warming up for you. You do remember how much I enjoy the foreplay," he taunted her. Zoie remembered and the thought made her blood run cold and her face feel like it was engulfed with flames from the rage that was building. 

	[color=f6989d]"Ye' I do, only 'cause you fired off as fast as that rifle of yers' when it came time to git down to business,"[/color] she laughed as she rested her head against the concrete. [color=f6989d][i]"Think woman, you haven't heard the click yet, his rifle only can hold one cartridge at a time, wait for the click."[/i][/color]

	*click*

	That was all she needed, tucking she rolled out from behind the wall, spilling as she came up and and leaping over the work bench, her feet slamming into Celtus' chest and sending him souring back against the drill press; his rifle dropping to the ground as she took a swing at him. His shoulder rolling back as the blade gleamed in the low light shining from above. His fist balled up and erupted against her ribs. Another swing from Zoie and slicing opening his arm as he grabbed the back of her head and drove her brow down against the edge of the machine. The southern belle whipped her neck and the back of her skull collided with the mans nose spilling blood from his nostrils and his eyes water up. A spin hook connecting the womans heel with his temple sent him spilling out onto the ground. 

	[color=f6989d]"Cotton pickin'"[/color] she grunted as she kicked him the gut, [color=f6989d]"no good,"[/color] another swift kicked, this time to his shoulder which rolled him onto his back, [color=f6989d]"mud suckin' varmit,"[/color] she said as her foot met groin and raised the mans singing vocals by three octaves. Taking a step back she wiped the blood trickling down from the open wound on her temple with the back of her hand and took a breath. She should have waited, the breath she took was enough for him to spring up and catch her like it was time for Monday Night Football, his arms wrapping around her waist as he drove her back and tackled her over the work table; both of them tumbling to the ground and sprawling out on the cool oil stained floor. Her blades flying this way and that as they clattered against the ground.

	[color=f6989d]"Mother lug nuts,"[/color] she groaned as she gasped for breath, the wind being knocked out of her. The next few moments were a blur as she yanked up by the hair on top of her head and her body and face were slammed in pieces of machine that she may have known the names for moments ago but could exactly recall in that moment. The woman was getting the shit kicked out of her, as Honkey Tonk might have put it, [i]tight ass[/i]. 

	"I love dancing with you sweetheart," Cletus chuckled, dancing with her like a rag doll across the room while her head was in a daze. Blood oozed from her mouth as the room blurred. "You always knew how to do a good two step."

	Her fingers fell across a monkey wrench and a single swing sent the man stumbling off to eh side as she tried to regain her footing. Two stepping like she was some messed up version of a drunken monkey trying to square dance she bashed him again and again, sending him further and further back with each swing. [color=f6989d]"Bottom of the ninth, two outs, two one, Brave send up their pinch hitter,"[/color] she snarked as she took stance and with both hands batted the man so hard he flew off his feet and pummeled into the garage door, denting it with his body before toppling to the floor. 

	[color=f6989d]"Ain't so hot without Adamm with ya are ya?"[/color] she said before she spit on his motionless body. Turning she looked around the room a smirk coming across her lips as she spotted something. Grabbing Cletus by the scruff of the neck she hauled him up and drug him to the vice anchored to the table, placing his arm in it and tightening it down so he couldn't move. Picking up a portable band saw she started it up. 

	[color=f6989d]"This little piggy went to the market,"[/color] she sung as the saw took off his first finger. He screamed out and tried to swing at her, swatting his weakened blow away and bashing his skull with the back of the saw she continued. [color=f6989d]"This little piggy went home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy had none and this little piggy,"[/color] she continued with each of his digits before placing the blade to his throat. [color=f6989d]"Went weeeee all the way home,"[/color] she stated flatly as she severed his head from his shoulders. The newly created bowling ball tumbling to the ground and rolling until dead eyes looked over to her. 

	Spitting on his face she picked up her kukri and finished the job to ensure he wouldn't be trying to bit anyone's ankles off later on before she strolled out of the machine shop and started to walk back where she came from towards the Armory. She knew the general direction the rest of the group was headed. Keeping quiet as she walked she tried to catch her breath. The smell of the guts of the Walker she had shot through earlier still hung heavy on her but it wouldn't be long until the scent of her own fresh blood over rode that and took away her advantage. Best to use it while she had the chance and regain herself. This fight was long from over. Froggy was going to have a hissy fit when he saw her; she was a mess.