Not listening much to the announcements made here and there, as being a member of staff, Dodo was well aware of what was going to be said ahead of time...the machine elf had teleported into the breakfast area, though had gone largely unnoticed. Of course, he couldn't fault the others for missing his appearance, his shapeshifting utilised right made it oh so easy to hide in plain sight.
Splashing about, the red fruity juice splattering a bit on the stack of napkins to the side, Dodo let all but his head submerge in the sweet drink. Making himself small, and swimming in the punch. As a student approached, he ducked into the depths of the red drink and watched the ladle dipped and over him, brought out to pour the beverage into a glass cup. It was rather pretty, watching the light beam in from the surface, the droplets of the drink falling back into the bowl.
As the student turned away, Dodo surfaced and watched the youth drinking up with a grin. The youth seemed to finally give the glass a critical look, after downing the drink...before dropping the glass, his pupils expanding as he let out a slow 'woah', walking off in a dazed manner. Grinning a wide Cheshire smile, Dodo fountained out a little bit more of the drink from his mouth before teleporting out...and appearing under the staff tables, full sized, stick sticky with the red juice. Poking his head out from under the table, "Who here missed me~?"
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10 yrs ago
Wifi was down, what'I miss?
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:D *trying exponentially harder not too be dead*
10 yrs ago
Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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But seriously, what I miss?
Yeah, Dodo has the most OP ability ever...dat 'making the best spaghetti you've ever tasted' skills...
Breakfast? But, they're already in class...? Or is the class early morning...hmmm...
Dodo tilted his head at the other teacher's presence in his designated classroom, before eyeing the cigarette in the man's hand rather critically, "I doubt that thing is getting you where you wanna go! Unless, of course, looking cool is your goal...then by all means, it's working." Leaning over his desk, the machine elf shot out a big thumbs up before a big cuba cigar appeared in his other hand, the end lighting up spontaneously.
"No classes to teach yet? Didn't want to sit in on other's lectures? Or, did you just want the company of little old me?" Batting his eyelashes like the most pleased schoolgirl, Dodo eventually plopped himself back into his chair, "I'm actually more interesting in what you glean from that crime scene?"
"No classes to teach yet? Didn't want to sit in on other's lectures? Or, did you just want the company of little old me?" Batting his eyelashes like the most pleased schoolgirl, Dodo eventually plopped himself back into his chair, "I'm actually more interesting in what you glean from that crime scene?"
I suppose not...?
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I'm there! (and bored)
I still much enforce my usual rule of waiting for at least two posts before making my own post again...!
*fall over, dead*
*fall over, dead*
(Collaboration Post Featuring Barksdale's Jack Gray and Major Ursa's Michael "Mikey" Walker)
Jack slowly pulled his blade out of his former friends chest. Or he tried to do it that way at least. The fucking thing had really gotten in there. He turned and twisted the blade before quickly yanking, pulling the damn thing out and trying not to cringe at the noise that was created by the action. The knife was obviously covered in blood, and that wouldn't do. Biker dudes carrying blood soaked combat knives tended to stand out. There wasn't too much he could do about that right now though, he wiped it off on the hospital bed and sheathed it. It would have to do until he could dispose of it. With all the shit that was going on this whole thing wasn't nearly as dangerous or difficult as it would have been not so long ago. Imagine walking into a hospital and stabbing a dude to death in his bed when everything was normal. That shit simply wouldn't have played. Well, it wouldn't have played well, that's for damn sure. Anyway, time to go.
The rough looking biker quickly made his way down the halls and back down the stairs. He did his best to avoid the sick people but that was pretty damn hard. The place wasn't anywhere near as packed as he imagined it would be but there was still a fair number of the poor bastards roaming the halls. They were mostly doing that horrible growling thing they seemed to do. He dusted past most of them but one managed to do a decent lunge at him. Reacting quickly Jack just socked the dude and moved out the way. Shockingly the man barely reacted. He didn't drop or even stumble. He just turned right back around. Jack was in no way a weak person. He wasn't the biggest bruiser out there but he packed one hell of a punch. He had dropped men seemingly twice the size of the fucker who had just effectively ignored his blow to the temple. What the hell was wrong with these people?
The ill ass hole lunged yet again and Jack had officially had enough of this crazy shit. He pulled his blade from it's sheathe and plunged it into the man's abdomen as he threw himself towards Jack. The blade went in all the way to the handle. This man was dead. No one could survive this. The blade could have easily reached his spine. Jack quickly pushed the man forward and pulled the blade out, sending the man to the ground forcefully. What was really fucked up though was the fact that his eyes were still open. His mouth was still moving. And a growl. That fucking growl.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Jack asked, bewildered.
The man began getting up. Jack all but lost his shit, booting the man in the head as he tried to rise and then stomping on his face and head repeatedly. It must have been at least fifteen seconds before Jack stopped stomping on the man. His head was a mess of blood, messier than any murder Jack had ever committed. Or at the very least far more brutal.
“Come on! You getting up! Get up! I swear to God...” The man didn't rise. He was unmoving. Dead this time, Jack hoped. Next he was going to have to try and cut the fuckers head off. He didn't want that.
Continuing on towards the back entrance a strange, somewhat crazy thought entered Jack's mind.
“I'm hungry... The fucks the cafeteria?”
He was hungry. Blood craze tended to do that to people he guessed. He didn't want to stop in town either. That bloody place was crazier than here. He didn't want to be around too many people who seemed to ignore fatal knife wounds inflicted on them. Screw that. So, he decided to head to the cafeteria, as crazy as that was. Quickly power marching and following the signs there he soon found what he was looking for and headed behind the counter. Seemed the ladies were off work today. He wasn't two steps behind the counter when something grabbed his leg. He almost shit himself, tripping up and only just managing to shield the fall with his arms rather than his face. The knife was a loss though, it slid away when he fell. Probably for the best. He didn't want to land on it. He quickly flipped onto his back and saw what it was that grabbed him. One of those sick ass holes, this one with a massive chunk of flesh missing from her throat. She was trying to chew on his god damn foot! Jack kicked out and tried to back away, but a man on his back crapping himself with fear and adrenaline can only move so fast.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” Jack said with increasing volume as he desperately tried to escape the sick chicks grip.
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Though Mikey sobbed quietly behind the door, and the opposite door had a the growling monster knocking things over as it paced the small space of the restroom, even the young boy couldn't help but hear the bit of commotion from outside. With the small piece of glass still imbedded in his foot, he whipped one eye then the next into the collar of his shirt and leaned against the table, limping over to his hockey stick bag. Leaning down not too far, the young boy had some strength to pick it up and unzip is quickly. One heavy wooden hockey stick, and one slightly lighter metal one. Mikey couldn't say for certain what metal, but it was kid of the same material as a soda can, right?
There was a line of blood on the white tiles as he went back to the door, serving to remind him of his pain in the foot and making him sob just a little more. Somehow, Mikey pushed himself to move. What he wanted was to open the door and find a security or police officer here to save him, or his parents, even just a doctor...but the part that vividly remembered the horrors outside before the blind run, it told him that the monsters would come running in as soon as he opened the door. In the end, the rule he remembered since the early grades won over. The golden rule, and as much as he'd wanted to just stay inside, safe, he'd hate to be in a situation needing rescue and finding that others would rather save themselves.
So, turning the heavy door knob, feeling some sort of locking mechanism unlock...the boy opened the door wide, a metal hockey stick in hand. Instantly his eyes widened in horror when his eyes automatically went to the sight of a bloody monster human attacking a downed man who swore over and over again. Mikey's vision whited out for a moment where he stood, and the young boy couldn't hold back the loud scream, "AHHHHH!" His yell was enough to draw some extra attention to himself, the monster turned to face him, horrific blood spatter with her throat a big gnarly hole. "AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!" Closing his eyes, he swung his hockey stick at the woman monster.
There was impact as it hit, wherever it hit, but the sound made his head spin. Taking a step back, turning his head as he opened his eyes, Mikey's injured foot met the solid ground...hard. Letting out a yell, the world was turned on it's side as he went down, and he let out another yelp before trying to scramble up again.
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Jack was surprised as all hell when suddenly some kid came out of nowhere, let out a bad ass war cry and smashed the sick woman around the head with some sort of club. More than anything the big bad biker wanted to praise the little youth. To shake his hand and admire his sheer badassness. There was no time for that. The blow had knocked the woman to the side a bit but she would be coming back at them any second. Jack used the time he had been gifted to scramble back a bit and regain his blade before quickly getting to his feet and getting his confidence back. The woman was scrambling, getting back to her feet. Jack couldn't give her another chance to attack. He stepped forward and brought the blade down fiercely; piercing the woman's skull and carving deep into her brain. For the second time that day he struggled to yank his knife out through bone.
Taking a second to regain his composure he turned around to face the dude who had saved him. He was short as hell. Young. Looked about ten years old, or rather he should have. Jack had never seen a ten year old so battered and bloodied before though.
“Thanks for saving my ass kid... Well, my leg's ass at least.” Jack chuckled, stopping when he saw the child's foot. “Holy sh- sugar tits kid. What happened to your foot? Need to get that cleaned up just in case. The backroom. Should be a first aid box in there. Come on.”
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Having sat up at this point to stare up at the obviously human man, almost wanting to hug this stranger in sheer happiness for knowing he wasn't quite alone in this situation...the downed monster woman with a new few gorey head injuries cause the boy to start quaking at the whole of the situation. Almost, but not quite being able to laugh when the man said 'tits'. "I-I-I...! There were m-monsters all over...on the road, in cars..." Lifting his arm, Mikey tried to make an explanation of how large or how many of them, but seemed to fall short. With the mention of the backroom he was just about sitting in front of the doorway of, the boy's eyes widened and he turned to point at the restroom door further in, the sound of banging still coming from behind it, "O-one of them is in there! The d-door is locked, it can't get out!"
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"Good looking out, little man. We'll keep an eye on that door. We should be cool as long as we're not too loud though. Don't want to attract any more of those things... I'm Jack by the way. Happy Jack. My friends call me Happy." Jack smiled, holding out his hand.
"Come on, let's get that foot in check and you can tell me why you're here. I'll help you get where you need to go."
Jack slowly pulled his blade out of his former friends chest. Or he tried to do it that way at least. The fucking thing had really gotten in there. He turned and twisted the blade before quickly yanking, pulling the damn thing out and trying not to cringe at the noise that was created by the action. The knife was obviously covered in blood, and that wouldn't do. Biker dudes carrying blood soaked combat knives tended to stand out. There wasn't too much he could do about that right now though, he wiped it off on the hospital bed and sheathed it. It would have to do until he could dispose of it. With all the shit that was going on this whole thing wasn't nearly as dangerous or difficult as it would have been not so long ago. Imagine walking into a hospital and stabbing a dude to death in his bed when everything was normal. That shit simply wouldn't have played. Well, it wouldn't have played well, that's for damn sure. Anyway, time to go.
The rough looking biker quickly made his way down the halls and back down the stairs. He did his best to avoid the sick people but that was pretty damn hard. The place wasn't anywhere near as packed as he imagined it would be but there was still a fair number of the poor bastards roaming the halls. They were mostly doing that horrible growling thing they seemed to do. He dusted past most of them but one managed to do a decent lunge at him. Reacting quickly Jack just socked the dude and moved out the way. Shockingly the man barely reacted. He didn't drop or even stumble. He just turned right back around. Jack was in no way a weak person. He wasn't the biggest bruiser out there but he packed one hell of a punch. He had dropped men seemingly twice the size of the fucker who had just effectively ignored his blow to the temple. What the hell was wrong with these people?
The ill ass hole lunged yet again and Jack had officially had enough of this crazy shit. He pulled his blade from it's sheathe and plunged it into the man's abdomen as he threw himself towards Jack. The blade went in all the way to the handle. This man was dead. No one could survive this. The blade could have easily reached his spine. Jack quickly pushed the man forward and pulled the blade out, sending the man to the ground forcefully. What was really fucked up though was the fact that his eyes were still open. His mouth was still moving. And a growl. That fucking growl.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Jack asked, bewildered.
The man began getting up. Jack all but lost his shit, booting the man in the head as he tried to rise and then stomping on his face and head repeatedly. It must have been at least fifteen seconds before Jack stopped stomping on the man. His head was a mess of blood, messier than any murder Jack had ever committed. Or at the very least far more brutal.
“Come on! You getting up! Get up! I swear to God...” The man didn't rise. He was unmoving. Dead this time, Jack hoped. Next he was going to have to try and cut the fuckers head off. He didn't want that.
Continuing on towards the back entrance a strange, somewhat crazy thought entered Jack's mind.
“I'm hungry... The fucks the cafeteria?”
He was hungry. Blood craze tended to do that to people he guessed. He didn't want to stop in town either. That bloody place was crazier than here. He didn't want to be around too many people who seemed to ignore fatal knife wounds inflicted on them. Screw that. So, he decided to head to the cafeteria, as crazy as that was. Quickly power marching and following the signs there he soon found what he was looking for and headed behind the counter. Seemed the ladies were off work today. He wasn't two steps behind the counter when something grabbed his leg. He almost shit himself, tripping up and only just managing to shield the fall with his arms rather than his face. The knife was a loss though, it slid away when he fell. Probably for the best. He didn't want to land on it. He quickly flipped onto his back and saw what it was that grabbed him. One of those sick ass holes, this one with a massive chunk of flesh missing from her throat. She was trying to chew on his god damn foot! Jack kicked out and tried to back away, but a man on his back crapping himself with fear and adrenaline can only move so fast.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” Jack said with increasing volume as he desperately tried to escape the sick chicks grip.
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Though Mikey sobbed quietly behind the door, and the opposite door had a the growling monster knocking things over as it paced the small space of the restroom, even the young boy couldn't help but hear the bit of commotion from outside. With the small piece of glass still imbedded in his foot, he whipped one eye then the next into the collar of his shirt and leaned against the table, limping over to his hockey stick bag. Leaning down not too far, the young boy had some strength to pick it up and unzip is quickly. One heavy wooden hockey stick, and one slightly lighter metal one. Mikey couldn't say for certain what metal, but it was kid of the same material as a soda can, right?
There was a line of blood on the white tiles as he went back to the door, serving to remind him of his pain in the foot and making him sob just a little more. Somehow, Mikey pushed himself to move. What he wanted was to open the door and find a security or police officer here to save him, or his parents, even just a doctor...but the part that vividly remembered the horrors outside before the blind run, it told him that the monsters would come running in as soon as he opened the door. In the end, the rule he remembered since the early grades won over. The golden rule, and as much as he'd wanted to just stay inside, safe, he'd hate to be in a situation needing rescue and finding that others would rather save themselves.
So, turning the heavy door knob, feeling some sort of locking mechanism unlock...the boy opened the door wide, a metal hockey stick in hand. Instantly his eyes widened in horror when his eyes automatically went to the sight of a bloody monster human attacking a downed man who swore over and over again. Mikey's vision whited out for a moment where he stood, and the young boy couldn't hold back the loud scream, "AHHHHH!" His yell was enough to draw some extra attention to himself, the monster turned to face him, horrific blood spatter with her throat a big gnarly hole. "AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!" Closing his eyes, he swung his hockey stick at the woman monster.
There was impact as it hit, wherever it hit, but the sound made his head spin. Taking a step back, turning his head as he opened his eyes, Mikey's injured foot met the solid ground...hard. Letting out a yell, the world was turned on it's side as he went down, and he let out another yelp before trying to scramble up again.
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Jack was surprised as all hell when suddenly some kid came out of nowhere, let out a bad ass war cry and smashed the sick woman around the head with some sort of club. More than anything the big bad biker wanted to praise the little youth. To shake his hand and admire his sheer badassness. There was no time for that. The blow had knocked the woman to the side a bit but she would be coming back at them any second. Jack used the time he had been gifted to scramble back a bit and regain his blade before quickly getting to his feet and getting his confidence back. The woman was scrambling, getting back to her feet. Jack couldn't give her another chance to attack. He stepped forward and brought the blade down fiercely; piercing the woman's skull and carving deep into her brain. For the second time that day he struggled to yank his knife out through bone.
Taking a second to regain his composure he turned around to face the dude who had saved him. He was short as hell. Young. Looked about ten years old, or rather he should have. Jack had never seen a ten year old so battered and bloodied before though.
“Thanks for saving my ass kid... Well, my leg's ass at least.” Jack chuckled, stopping when he saw the child's foot. “Holy sh- sugar tits kid. What happened to your foot? Need to get that cleaned up just in case. The backroom. Should be a first aid box in there. Come on.”
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Having sat up at this point to stare up at the obviously human man, almost wanting to hug this stranger in sheer happiness for knowing he wasn't quite alone in this situation...the downed monster woman with a new few gorey head injuries cause the boy to start quaking at the whole of the situation. Almost, but not quite being able to laugh when the man said 'tits'. "I-I-I...! There were m-monsters all over...on the road, in cars..." Lifting his arm, Mikey tried to make an explanation of how large or how many of them, but seemed to fall short. With the mention of the backroom he was just about sitting in front of the doorway of, the boy's eyes widened and he turned to point at the restroom door further in, the sound of banging still coming from behind it, "O-one of them is in there! The d-door is locked, it can't get out!"
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"Good looking out, little man. We'll keep an eye on that door. We should be cool as long as we're not too loud though. Don't want to attract any more of those things... I'm Jack by the way. Happy Jack. My friends call me Happy." Jack smiled, holding out his hand.
"Come on, let's get that foot in check and you can tell me why you're here. I'll help you get where you need to go."
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