OOC: Ok guys, we all need to calm down here with the rapidfire posting. We're almost as big as the entirety of the previous roleplay, and it's barely been a weekend (plus no one's died!). Please use the edit button if you think of something you want to add to a post from 2 minutes ago. Also, we don't need posts telling us you've gone to bed...we can be patient and wait for you to wake up the next day.

IC: Irish awoke once more with a pounding headache. Everyone was talking rapidly, and practise gunfire rang throughout the hallways. "Idiots," he thought to himself "they're only alerting the zombies as to where we are, and wasting ammo at the same time." Standing up, Irish walked over to the water fountain and washed his hands...hygeine is important during a plague, after all.

SwiftVengeance1224:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/morphius289/funny_owl_17.jpg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0

See ya!

OOC: What are you trying to get banned?

There goes my plan of following this Role Play. You guys are role playing machines.

Johnny sat on the now unmoving escalator watching the events unfold, A lot had happened in a short amount of time. Johny decided that it would be best to stay away from the masses of the groups that were constantly running in and out of the barricades talking.... joking...Killing...
Johnny liked the quiet confines of his stair like fortress the silence only broken by the whirring sound of the fridge to his left, stacked high with drinks.

Johnny stood, pulling up his pants slightly, he sighed;
I really need to get a belt...
Walking over to the fridge, he jumped the counter and pulled out a can of sprite, sipping it casually as he stuffed two more cans into his pockets, his pants sagged a little more.
Realising there was nothing to it, he set off in search of a belt. he took a quick look of the map and picked a fancy dress store;
All fancy dress stores have a fine variety of beltshe thought and chuckled at his own joke, this was a common occurrence for Johnny, Being secluded for such a long period of time had left him to always amuse himself.

he walked over to the barricaded door, as he did he overheard the small ragtag group talking loudly and boasting of what they had done;
"If anyone gets bit, they get a mouthful of lead, got it?"

Johnny waited for them to move off before slipping out of the door into the dangers of the infected zone, as he walked he saw the carnage of what the others had done earlier. Blood coated the walls, the floor, everything. But the lack of bodies disturbed Johnny a little. Shouldering his back pack, it had started to slip down, he stalked off towards the shop. Johnny had a good memory and did not need to carry a map all of the time and all those years of orienteering had taught him how to use a compass, and to navigate his way through any area just by the bearings.

he managed to get to the store without encountering anyone, Living or dead. Walking over to the grating that housed the front doors, he smiled to himself, The grating wasn't locked which made things easier for him. Lifting the grate enough for him to slide under, Johnny walked into the dimly lit store. It took him a few seconds to find the belt rack, Walking towards it was a little more difficult, he could not see most of the floor because of the large amount of clothes that were standing on racks positioned randomly throughout the store.
As he walked towards it, he navigated between the treacherously balanced racks of clothes, round a corner of one he stopped as he heard a crunch, freezing completely he turned around and looked at every corner of the room, he did not know what had made the noise. After spinning around like a madman for a while he started to calm down it was nothing. Johnny took one more step and as he did he felt something hook his jeans, Looking down he realised with horror that he had stood on a corpse and the corpse had grabbed his leg, his heart rate doubled and then quadrupled, his fear climaxing and his brain pumping endorphins into his bloodstream as if he was jumping out of an airplane. Without making a sound and acting entirely on instinct he unsheathed the knife at his waist, trying to remember where the vital arteries were. As he fell, he stabbed the decaying thing in the throat as it came at him, teeth bared. Johnny kept stabbing and stabbing until the thing looked nothing like a human, Johnny then stood up and looked around nothing else was moving. Well and truly shaken he grabbed the belt rack and several changes of clothes and ran out of the store his feet slipping and sliding along the tiles of the mall, leaving bloodied footprints as he went, he finally made it to the barricade and slipped into it without anyone noticing, he peeled off his clothes as soon as he got into the amenities block of the mall and jumped into the shower. Taking a life from one of the other survivor's book he grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed himself profusely, making sure he had no broken skin and that the blood was all gone.

After disposing of the tainted clothes, he dressed in the clothes he had taken, A clean crisp white collared shirt and a pair of black dress pants which clashed horribly with his sneakers. Johnny then made sure his equipment was in check, cleaning his knife and storing it in his sheath, he opened his bag and saw an object glint at him, it was the gun he had taken from the shelter where he grew up.

It was a pistol, the case it was in called it an Raven arms MP-25, Johnny was not familiar with guns at all, but had jumped at the chance of having one. All he knew was to point it at what you want to die and pull the trigger. he had seen many gangsta movies and was a fan of the Godfather.
he put everything away in his bag and zipped up the top and shouldered it. After doing so he moved over to his "unmoving fortress", not before remembering to grab another can of sprite.

Occ- Can we post big long posts, they don't clog up the thread as much and to be frank, i'm kind of sick of reading one line posts that aren't even sentences.
Kick it up a notch guys.

Edit: God damnit fellas, If you get this locked after i posted this pretty damn awesomely detailed post i am going to smack you around for a bit.
Stop acting like morons.

OOC: Okay, I just got back on for a minute before I fell asleep, and it looks like Swift is trying to permaban himself for some reason. He just Rick Roll'd about every thread on this site, and apparently just killed his character. No idea why he did that, but I'm going to assume he's not coming back.

Edit: Swift, you do realize you'll likely never be able to get back on this site, and if you just wanted to take a break for a while, you really didn't need to permaban yourself.

OOC: Im back folks whos here, Swift are you here

OOC:Swift did you kill yourself

Sitting at the edge of the water fountain is Saskwach. He alternates between taking a swig of a purloined bottle of vodka and puring an equal measure into the fountain. It seems he's been doing this for some time.
"Care for a baptism? One dunk is all it takes. Call me Shaz."

OOC: Yes it's crap but I figured I'd contribute before all the fun is over and I had no better idea.

Well, hopefully this whole thread doesn't get locked...

I'm actually going to sleep now, so I guess I'll find out in the morning.

Damnit guys, What the hell?

Galt, can you murder everyone who isn't acting like a moron and trying to get this thread locked?
Swift, if you're dead, stop posting.
Jesus christ, Joe can you not lock this please!!

Okay, lets lay some guidelines down, any one line posts that are along the lines of "i'm back!" Or "D00d are you there." Will be reported or something.
Posting a single line sentence every post is considered bad manners and rude, edit your bloody post if you need to say something.

Don't post useless crap at all, Try to refrain from posting said useless crap anywhere, this is the internet, no one will like you.

I hope to god that some of the people breaking these rules get lynched and/or murdered.

OOC: Hello pie currently im stuck in the electronics store and im guessing Steve or Swift shot himself.

Edit: My bad I havent been here for a while I just got here

OOC: Have you not listened to people at all, ThebigZ? Don't double post, just edit your last one! EDIT: Seems like Pie beat me to it.

Laura had been lifting heavy things when a book had caught her eye. Seeing Bradley exhaust himself was amusing, but she was growing tired, so she picked up the book and found a place to sit in solitude. "Hm, 'The Art of Shooting' by Charles Edward Chapel'" she said under her breath, and opened the book up. She chuckled a bit at the end of the preface. 'More than any other sport, marksmanship attracts to its ranks people who are warm, helpful friends.' She read the first chapter or so before growing bored.

She got up and went to see what everyone was up to now. Lot's of people seemed to be missing. She walked over to the water fountain. "Hey guys," she said casually. Seeing Saskwatch pour the vodka into the fountain, she snapped at him. "Hey, stop wasting our resources! Everyone's a goddamn drunk around here and it just-" She trailed off. Her fingers went to the scar on her cheek.

ThebigZ:
OOC: Hello pie currently im stuck in the electronics store and im guessing Steve or Swift shot himself.

That would be apparent...

Johnny sat on the stairs, his hands shaking slightly, he had never taken a human life. Sure he had killed animals but never something that was human, but were these things human?
Johnny shuddered as he thought back to looking into the bastardized human form's eyes and realising it wanted to kill him, Shaking some more he took a sip of sprite and spilled most of it on the floor in front of him. As he sat there thinking, he watched the bubbles in the sprite react with the metal. he shuddered again, he stood up and went to talk to Jonathan, their leader, well he wasn't really a leader, but he was one of the only people that had military training and thus had been given the task of protecting the survivors that couldn't protect themselves.

Just what, sweet cheeks? Scarring?"
Shaz chuckled through his vodka filled throat. While his head was tipped upwards to the sky his eyes never left Laura's.
"Besides, I'm not wasting anything. What's this stuff for but to get pissed and be merry? You want some I can give you a swig. Or you can take the light stuff from the fountain."

Dane awakes terrified to what he is going to soon. Too his right a crushed zombie under a ventilation duct and terribly to his left the corpse of Steve his companion in this venture through the mall. Dane starts to tear up but get himself together and starts thinking of a way to escape the electronic store.

Dane starts planning his escape but while doing so he starts looking for things they might need. Dane picks up enough walkie talkies for the group and a laptop.

Laura's face was flushed. This guy had a lot of nerve. She snatched the bottle away from him, took a swig, and marched away with it. (Unless Sasky wants to do anything about it) She walked up to Galt and asked "Two questions. Where is everybody, and what are we going to do about the booze?"

Dane notices some box tv's and gets an idea. He starts grabbing the t.vs and piling them up in a stair like manner he piles enough up and gets into the vent. He says a prayer and looks at Steve corpse whispering "I will get you a proper burial" He crawls through the vent and reaches the room where he came from.

Dane yells up "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OUT"

Dane notices some box tv's and gets an idea. He starts grabbing the t.vs and piling them up in a stair like manner he piles enough up and gets into the vent. He says a prayer and looks at Steve corpse whispering "I will get you a proper burial" He crawls through the vent and reaches the room where he came from.

Dane yells up "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OUT"

Dane notices some box tv's and gets an idea. He starts grabbing the t.vs and piling them up in a stair like manner he piles enough up and gets into the vent. He says a prayer and looks at Steve corpse whispering "I will get you a proper burial" He crawls through the vent and reaches the room where he came from.

Dane yells up "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OUT"

Dane notices some box tv's and gets an idea. He starts grabbing the t.vs and piling them up in a stair like manner he piles enough up and gets into the vent. He says a prayer and looks at Steve corpse whispering "I will get you a proper burial" He crawls through the vent and reaches the room where he came from.

Dane yells up "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME OUT"

OOC: What the hell happened i didnt post that much.

OOC: Wow, a quadruple post combo. Maybe you can edit them to say how you dealt with the bodies and how you got up into the vent, which I thought was broken.

Hearing Dane's voice, Laura rushed over to the source of it. "What happened, what's going on?" She saw she still had the vodka in her hand and set it down on the table immediately.

OOC: Dont know how the hell that happened

Dane in all the excitment and pain yells "I will tell you later please just get me out of here"

Edit: Dane reaches up for Laura hand waiting for the the embrace of her hand and to be pulled up from that terrible place.

"Okay, okay, uh," Laura grasped Dane's wrist and with a grunt pulled him out of the vent. (I assume this is what you meant) "Did you go off on your own? Dane, that's crazy."

Dane looks into the eyes of Laura "No I didnt go alone I...I went with Steve we were in the ducts and we were over a electronics store it was locked up. We saw a dead body and we started talking should we go down then the groaning the horrible groaning the vent couldnt supports us just as the zombie started to stand we fell and crushed it. I awoke I looked around on the right a crushed zombie on the left Steve with a bullet through his head. HE shot himself ok he shot himself" Dane almost starts to tear up because of the memory of Steve. Dane goes on to say "Before I left I promised myself to get him a proper burial"

OOC:If this thread gets shut down, I propose that Galt restart it...by invitation only.

EDIT: IC: "I wouldn't be drinking that water, buddy" Irish said to Shaz. "Don't know if it's safe or not. It's not filtered at all. It could have the virus in it. You could play it safe and boil it...or just go grab a bottle of water from the food court."

Shaz stared at him for a moment, stunned by the surprising moment of brilliance that the young man had shown. "Can't be too careful these days." Looking up at Shaz, he cracks a smile. "Many thanks for the offer, friend, but I'm Catholic. And since your name isn't John the Baptist I'll be sitting this one out."

Irish sits down, scratching at the stitches on his shoulder. "The name's Tommy, by the way, Tommy O'Reilly. But you can just call me Irish if that suits you better...everyone else does." He notices that Shaz seems a little bit woebegone and filthy. "Buddy, if you're wanting to wash up, I've got some soap here for you. Just because we're living in hell don't mean we've got to smell. Never hurts to have some soap handy...I know from experience."

Shaz stares blankly at the young man. Slightly bewildered by his odd nature, he nonetheless took his gift.

"Oh my god," Laura said, and wrapped her arms around Dane. "I'm so sorry."

EDIT: Irish, I didn't go for the fountain water, and should I assume I left before you implied I had poor hygiene?

Dane looks at Laura "Here take this I took some walkie talkies and batteries, Always keep this on, no matter what" He gives the walkie talkie to Laura and the batteries.

Shaz was amused by the woman's nerve. "This one'll be fun," he muttered. He conjured another bottle from somewhere inside his clothes and returned to his baptismal farce.
Shaz suddenly noticed Irish again. "Suit yourself. Your sky buddy seems to have left this place if you ask me. Soap hasn't though; I'll take it."

OOC: Edited to fit irish's post that I didn't see.

OOC: There, the previous post has been corrected for continuity's sake.

My apologies, Larenxis. I didn't mean to imply that you have poor hygiene. It's just that a previous post said you were sweaty from lifting a plasma T.V....actually, I'm just gonna stop digging my grave deeper :P

Dane goes on to say to Laura "Who's he and whats his problem"

Edit: Dane being as si