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entranceway2012-03-31 10:57 pm
usskickass) wrote in entranceway2012-03-31 10:57 pm
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[action] Killin' zambies.
[Walking up to the first floor bein' fancier than usual is actually almost a treat. It is perhaps for this reason that Beiste immediately troops up the stairs, checking out each floor.
She isn't sure what to think of the floors changing so dramatically, one by one. And the fact that she feels like some of these places are familiar...
Hngh.
This ain't right.
By the time she's made it to the seventh floor, she's snagged a table leg that she may or may not have broken off herself. Anythin' to make life easier.
Especially when she starts hearing a certain type of groaning.]
Aw, biscuit tins.
[This is gonna be a long event.]
She isn't sure what to think of the floors changing so dramatically, one by one. And the fact that she feels like some of these places are familiar...
Hngh.
This ain't right.
By the time she's made it to the seventh floor, she's snagged a table leg that she may or may not have broken off herself. Anythin' to make life easier.
Especially when she starts hearing a certain type of groaning.]
Aw, biscuit tins.
[This is gonna be a long event.]
[Action forever]
He doesn't really care that the mansion's been spruced up, but whatever. It's not like he's got better plans or somewhere else to be.
So, he takes off up the stairs, checking out the other floors. And funnily enough, they're not all the same. Weird.
Then he gets to the seventh floor, having passed by some really weird and creepy stuff. The floor seems normal enough except for the groans and dragging noises that are coming from around the corner.]
The hell?
[Those sound a lot like zombies. Has the seventh floor been turned into a zombie invasion flick?
Whoa, wait. Who's that up there?]
Coach Beiste?
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You got a weapon, Puckerman?
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[He shrugs. He didn't think to grab anything on the way up.]
I guess you don't have another one of those hanging around.
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[She glances around, trying to see if anything nearby looks like an impromptu weapon.]
No. You keep an eye out for one. Until you find something, you stick with me.
[She starts moving forward, determined to check this floor out before she moves up again.]
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Guess this mansion hasn't run out of ideas to throw at us.
[He rolls his eyes. He's going to grab the first table leg he comes across, because there's no way in hell he's going to let his coach have all the fun.]
You got it, Coach. Just make sure you save some for me.
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I'm just hopin' nobody's going to need rescuing.
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If they do, we'll just break in and get them the hell out.
[Yep, it's that easy!]
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[Just as they pass a door that is dangling off its hinges, a rotting arm thrusts out and grabs for Beiste's shoulder. She screams, turning and stumbling out of its reach before swinging the table leg at it. The arm snaps off at the elbow and the zombie retreats with a snarl.
Beiste proceeds to stare at the forearm where its fallen a few feet from the two of them.]
...Gross.
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[He jumps about a foot in the air when the rotting arm grabs at Beiste.]
That's so gross.
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[They continue forward. Beiste spots a crowbar sitting on the ground near a half-destroyed door. She gestures at it. Good a weapon as any.]
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[He grins when he sees the crowbar.]
Good thinking, Coach.
[He picks it up and looks around.]
Let's see what's in here.
[He points at what remains of the door.]
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You want to?
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You bet I do.
[He raises the crowbar, and slowly makes his way towards the zombie. As soon as he's in striking distance...
Bam!
He hits the zombie as hard as he can, and it lets out an angry, guttural roar. And that's Puck's cue to start bashing away at it.]
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She's regretting eating anything meat-based in the past. Ever. This place smells awful and the way he's hacking, it sound like she's in an enthusiastic butcher shop.]
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Come on, don't tell me you can't handle this.
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You want to take the next one?
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[She's gonna aim for one solid thwack.
She leads the way back into the hall, eyes peeled for any sort of movement.]
So what else have you been up to? This event's pretty screwy.
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[He shifts the crowbar to his left hand while looking for any sign that a zombie is nearby. Then he shrugs; he hasn't done much else but explore the different floors and kill zombies.
He made a point of steering clear of the first floor, though. That's definitely Kurt's thing, and he can have it all he wants.]
Not much, really. This event's kind of boring, though I gotta say, this zombie stuff is cool.
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[STERN LOOK.]
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[He grins oh-so-innocently at her.]
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Okay it looks terrifying, but Yuu's trying to stop being afraid of all the things, so he heads down the hall a little ways. And here he finds Bro Coach Beiste.]
Hey, Coach.
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[Cue a well-timed groan.]
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What was that?
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You better get yourself some kinda weapon if you're sticking around.
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...Are you serious?
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[That's probably not helpful at all.]
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Uh, well. Kind of my job.
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Why? You think that's weird or somethin'?
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[She feels weird now. She thought Yu liked her.]
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Sorry. It's just... It's reassuring to know there's someone here who'll look out for others even if it's dangerous.
oh dang typo on his name DX sorry
Oh. For a second there I thought maybe you were gonna call me nosy or somethin'.
No worries!
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