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Absalom J. Cooper ([info]coopjustcoop) wrote in [info]snyderville,
@ 2009-11-11 20:44:00

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Entry tags:absalom cooper, mr. fluff-fluff, natalie jeong

Who:Natalie and Cooper
What: In search of world domination coffee and a good place to hide the bodies store some surplus food supplies.
Where: the prison kitchen, followed by a trip to Mayor Giffen's house
When: morning
Rating: PG for zombie gore and 'readin' mateerials'
Status: complete


Cooper's routine involved getting up early, and he saw no reason to change that habit just because he'd moved into the county lockup with nearly everyone else in Snyderville. Five-thirty found him in the prison's kitchen, loading coffee into a paper filter.

At least they had plenty of coffee, thanks to the Big Lots raid the week before. At this point they had plenty of food to last the town through the winter, or so Coop estimated. As long as nobody got carried away with their caloric intake. He strongly suspected at least a few of the prison's new inmates would do just that. Sooner or later, they'd have to start rationing.

Cooper puttered around the big empty industrial kitchen, unloading a few clean dishes from the dishwasher and putting them away as he waited for the coffee maker to finish heating up his morning cup. Keeping busy beat worrying about things that hadn't even started to go wrong yet.

Footsteps alerted him to the arrival of another early riser. Cooper pulled two mugs out of a cupboard and turned to greet them, breaking into a smile when he saw who was joining him.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-12 02:57 am UTC (link)
Being already dressed and ready for kitchen work was not at all an unusual occurrence for Natalie; never one to let something like the apocalypse upset her schedule, she was up by five fifteen sharp and pressing through the kitchen doors by five thirty.

She was a little bit surprised by Cooper's presence there, but he was not an unpleasant sight for tired eyes. She greeted him with a smile.

"Morning," she said, stifling a yawn. "Nice to see that someone hasn't used the rise of the undead as an excuse for slacking."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-13 12:18 am UTC (link)
He blinked, then let loose a laugh at the notion that folks were using the zombie apocalypse to shirk their jobs.

"None of them cell block H slackers in here," Cooper joked as he filled the mugs. He had to wonder if the local hippies had moved into that particular wing of the prison on purpose or if it had been a coincidence.

"Er, cream and sugar?" He looked mildly baffled, unsure where the coffee condiments might be even as he asked Natalie's preference.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-13 01:17 am UTC (link)
Natalie grinned as Cooper mentioned the H-block hippies. "Yes, but I doubt we'll ever see the likes of them before noon," she said, thanking the genetic gods that her children hadn't turned out to be free-loading hippies with zero work ethic. From the few times she'd seen the young people in question, she could have sworn they were under the influence of something.

"I'll take it black, thank-you." Natalie said, accepting the mug gratefully.

She held the cup between both hands as she waited for it to cool. "Looks like your plan is working thus far," she said conversationally. "We haven't lost anyone else since Horace decided to go sunbathing on the roof of his truck."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-13 01:39 am UTC (link)
Cooper had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at Horace's demise. It could happen to anyone, he supposed. The zombies weren't all that menacing... Until a person let their guard down.

"Poor Horace. You got to stay alert all the time if you're gonna go out there," Coop opined. That was what made the prison such a life-saver.

"I'm hoping the dang things'll just die out over the winter." This was a thought he hadn't shared with anyone else before, but Natalie Jeong was a good person to talk to. "Freeze or maybe just all starve to death."

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-13 01:54 am UTC (link)
Natalie did not resist that particular urge and rolled her eyes regardless. "He was warned. He should have known better." she said simply, not really feeling much sympathy for a man who had thought having a different skin tone was worth risking his life over. It was survival of the fittest, as far as she was concerned.

She watched Cooper contemplatively as he expounded his hopes for the coming winter. It was comforting to know that someone else was thinking in the long-term rather than just about their short-term comforts.

"You know, unless they learn how to put on parkas, that might just work," she said, moderately impressed by this fresh perspective on things.

"Perhaps if we could trap one, we could see how long it would take for starvation to take over. In a normal person, it's two weeks at most. I don't quite understand how some of them still manage to eat, anyways. It's a pity we can't just poison the lot of them."

She sipped her coffee calmly, looking thoughtful.

"I wonder what their natural predators would be." she said, despite the fact that their situation was anything but natural.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-13 03:06 am UTC (link)
"Considering most of 'em were dead to begin with, I'm not sure how they're still managing to do anything they're doing. Don't seem like they got a normal metabolism any more."

Cooper grimaced when Natalie mentioned predators. If there was anything bred to feed on zombie flesh, he didn't want to see it. He took a swig of his coffee.

"Werewolves," he grunted, the truly hideous thought of natural predators mingling with old, half-remembered drive-in movie offerings to produce a rare moment of imagination. He flashed a grin that wasn't quite sincere. Everybody knew werewolves were make-believe... Just like the zombies had been, once upon a time.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-13 03:45 am UTC (link)
Natalie took Cooper's suggestion with utter seriousness. She pictured not the make-believe werewolves of storybooks, but rather great hulking beasts that would love nothing more than to tear apart rotting flesh.

"I wonder if we'd be able to get those," she remarked. "Or at least breed something of the like. Hmm."

She took another sip. "Flesh-eating beetles, perhaps? Some kind of hyena?"

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-13 04:00 am UTC (link)
"Seems to me anything like that would pose more of a threat to the humans we got left," Cooper objected mildly. There wasn't exactly a surplus of hyenas in the heartland, after all, so he opted not to dwell on Natalie's monster-breeding scheme. He supposed she was just shooting the breeze, tossing out ideas.

"I think we've got enough food to last us through the winter," he offered, a not-so-subtle segue from werewolves to a more realistic concern.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-13 04:04 am UTC (link)
Not one to protest a change in subject, Natalie went with it, though she continued to concoct creatures in the back of her mind. She was well-acquainted with multi-tasking.

"We'd have more if we weren't feeding rapists, murderers, and other degenerates." she pointed out pleasantly.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. That is, until our H-block gets a bad case of the munchies."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 12:43 am UTC (link)
"Well, we're going to keep right on feeding those degenerates," Cooper said, still in the same mild tones. The truly dangerous inmates who hadn't died in the prison takeover were proving to be an ongoing headache.

"But if you've got any ideas for dealing with 'em that ain't immoral or illegal..."

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-14 04:47 am UTC (link)
Unfazed, Natalie thought about this for a moment. In her mind, she had several solutions that she herself did not deem wholly immoral, though she wasn't quite sure if Cooper would agree with her.

In the end, she shrugged, content to keep these thoughts to herself. For now, anyways.

"No. But what do I know? I run a hotel, not a fallout shelter."

She swirled around the remnants of her coffee in the bottom of her mug.

"For what it's worth, however, I do think it would be wise to have a contingency plan or three."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 05:06 am UTC (link)
He watched the wheels turn. Cooper reckoned Natalie wasn't at a loss for ideas--they just wouldn't be ideas he could condone. She wasn't the first to hint that Snyderville didn't need the likes of Chase Avery around.

"Don't reckon there's a whole lot of difference between the two. Haven't had a whole lot of experience with either, myself," he offered as a sort of olive branch.

"Contingency plans in case the hippies get the munchies a little too often?" Cooper asked. The wording was playful but his interest was keen.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-14 05:17 am UTC (link)
"That, among other things." Natalie said, smile returning slightly as her thought turned to ones not related to ridding themselves of useless lowlifes.

"Do we have a backup in case this plan doesn't work out for one reason or another? Not to be a pessimist, but things do have a way of going wrong when one is least prepared for it." she said matter-of-factly.

"It's probably wisest to ready the lifeboats before the storm," Natalie suggested. "and not put all of our eggs in one basket, if we're talking metaphors."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 05:25 am UTC (link)
Cooper took another slow sip of cooling coffee, reluctant to finish the cup and lose his excuse for lingering in the kitchen.

"You're right. Something goes wrong here in the jail, we're in trouble. I wouldn't mind having a second basket to store some of these eggs we been looting. Question is, where do we put the stuff?"

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-14 05:34 am UTC (link)
Natalie considered this. "You've lived here longer than I have - what's the second most fortified structure in town?"

She didn't finish the last of her coffee but continued swishing it absentmindedly.

"Somewhere secure, somewhere we could properly preserve things... and somewhere that could possibly sustain a few occupants if it ever came to that."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 05:53 am UTC (link)
"You're going to think I'm crazy," Cooper said slowly, turning the thought over in his mind before deciding it wasn't completely ridiculous.

"Sal Giffen's old place has a couple of secret chambers dug out underneath it. From back in the Prohibition days," he explained. "Guess one of the Giffens used to run a speakeasy."

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-14 06:01 am UTC (link)
She did not, in fact, think Cooper was crazy. Indeed, Natalie was thinking quite the opposite.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." Natalie said with a wry smile. "For some reason, I always thought those rumours were just local legend."

"I don't suppose Mayor Giffen will still be needing those chambers any more. Perhaps, if you don't find it objectionable, someone ought to go scout out the place?"

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 06:16 am UTC (link)
"I'll do the scouting myself," Cooper said decisively, finally setting aside his coffee mug.

"Secret chambers ain't much use unless they stay a secret," he added in a conspiratorial manner.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-14 06:24 am UTC (link)
"I'll join you," Natalie said firmly, holding onto her mug for a few moments longer before finally setting it down.

"I don't suppose any secrets will be spilled if everyone involved is aware of them."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-14 05:51 pm UTC (link)
Natalie's assertion was a surprise, but hardly an unwelcome one. There wasn't even any need for firmness on her part. Cooper found himself lacking the slightest impulse of chivalry. No protestations that she stay behind in the safety of the jail would fall from his lips.

Truth be told, he enjoyed her company. And she was a darned good shot with that twelve-gauge of hers. A swift glance followed hard on the heels of that thought, leaving Coop reasonably certain that Natalie didn't happen to have the shotgun concealed in the folds of her skirt.

"All righty then. Meet you at the front gate in, say, ten minutes?"

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-15 02:00 am UTC (link)
"That sounds reasonable," Natalie agreed with a smile. She was quite glad that she didn't have to argue with the man; Natalie had never been a vain woman, but she was quite confident in her assumptions that she was likely one of the more useful and level-headed residents of Compton Pen. No-one would ever catch her risking her life for a tan, that's for sure.

Besides, it was boring being cooped up. She was happiest when there was work to do. Planning, stockpiling and organising excess resources was right up her alley.

"Let me just wash out these mugs and I'll meet there in ten minutes sharp." she said, picking up the cups and walking towards the sink out of habit.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-15 02:27 am UTC (link)
A quarter of an hour later found Cooper and Natalie tooling up the street to the late Sal Giffen's residence in Cooper's pickup truck. The town seemed unnaturally quiet, the living all sequestered in the county jail and the undead residents choosing to lurk out of sight... For now, Cooper reminded himself. He checked the rearview mirror frequently, alert for zombies drawn by the sound of the engine. They pulled up to Sal's place without incident. He eyed the house dubiously, then turned to Natalie.

"Let's take a stroll around the place, have ourselves a look-see before we go in," he suggested, popping open the door to climb down out of the cab. The house looked intact, yet somehow sinister. Coop supposed that knowing Sal had turned into one of the walking dead was coloring his perceptions.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-15 04:42 am UTC (link)
Natalie, on the other hand, wasn't really thinking about Sal Giffen. She doubted the man probably ever spent much time at the family home anyways, considering how often she'd seen him staggering around town drunk chatting up lampposts. Thinking of this, then the house as separate, unrelated things made getting out of Cooper's truck and heading in the direction the Chief was headed considerably less creepy.

She sidled up beside him, shotgun toted over one shoulder as though it was a nice umbrella.

There didn't appear to be any zombies in sight, but Natalie knew better than to let her guard down. She kept her fingers poised near the trigger of her shotgun just in case.

"Do you think he left it unlocked?" she asked Cooper, as though the man had merely stepped out to go buy some potato chips rather than chow down on some of his fellow townsfolk.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-15 04:58 am UTC (link)
A lot of folks in Snyderville left their doors unlocked. Sal had probably been too inebriated to remember to lock up, even if he had been so inclined. And then there was a truly gruesome notion, which was ultimately the one Cooper shared with Natalie.

"If he was turned inside his house, he sure wouldn't have stopped to lock the door behind him on the way out." And sure enough, after a check around the property, it turned out the front door wasn't even latched. It stood slightly ajar. Coop nodded to Natalie and eased the door open. His nose wrinkled reflexively at the lingering smell of spilled blood.

"I'd say that's exactly what happened, too." It took an effort for him not to whisper.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-15 05:47 am UTC (link)
For the first time today, Natalie looked slightly taken aback by this notion. It was much easier to forget that these were real people shedding real blood when you weren't so close to it that the smell was so thick it was almost tangible. She didn't reply to Cooper's statement but stepped inside wordlessly. Seeing the man's house as he had left it - smiling photographs, slippers left sitting near the shoe rack in the front hall - caused the reality of their situation to hit home all the more.

"But how did it get in the house?" she asked Cooper curiously. Up until now, the only zombies she'd seen had originated from the great outdoors. If a zombie could attack a man inside his own home, what was stopping one of her fellow townsfolk from turning cannibal and going on a murderous rampage?

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-15 09:14 pm UTC (link)
"Seems one of the guards brought it into the prison. The, er, infection, or whatever you want to call it. Who knows? Maybe somebody ran into a zombie and came to Sal's house looking for help. If they were already starting to turn..." Cooper left the rest up to Natalie's imagination.

It was strange to be in Sal's living room discussing the man's demise with a civilian. They were, essentially, standing in the middle of a crime scene. Cooper made note of a stain on one end of Sal's sofa, then followed his nose into the dining area. More bloodstains and rotting bits of nameless stuff that Coop decided he'd rather not speculate on made it clear that the Mayor had died in the midst of dinner.

"Kinda funny," he mused aloud, then elaborated for Natalie's benefit, "Murder scene with no body." He was struck by an urge to laugh. Old Sal had died at the dinner table, then picked himself up off his chair and walked away.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-16 12:42 am UTC (link)
Natalie, however, failed to find much humour in that fact. Some irony, perhaps, but the amount of blood plus being in the middle of the place where a man had ate his last meal, died, then rose again kept her from feeling too amused.

"You don't think whatever it is that... did this is still here, do you?" she asked, stepping over the dried remains of a pool of blood as she headed for the living room wall. Once there, she habitually straightened a frame containing a photograph of a very overfed but probably well-loved cat. After she had done so, she briefly considered the fact that she'd just disturbed a crime scene, but all of town looked like this, so she doubted Cooper was going to scold her for it. Her eyes lingered on the picture of the cat for a moment before she looked back to Cooper.

"Which way to the chambers - do you know?"

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-16 01:12 am UTC (link)
"Just keep alert," Cooper said. Whether zombies were territorial was still a subject for debate, but caution was never a bad idea. His moment of inappropriate mirth had passed and he scanned the room, automatically taking note of the remains of Sal's last meal and Natalie's interest in one of the old man's photographs.

"Dunno," he admitted. "Let's look for a cellar door." Suiting action to words, he started toward the kitchen.

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[info]exhumed
2009-11-16 03:14 am UTC (link)
In his monotonic tunnel of the dead, Fluff still managed to detect movement near him, a disturbance of his serene, meaty meal. This was his hunting ground, where he dragged slabs of gore to be devoured away from the competition of others like him.

None of it was conscious, of course. Just instinctual, each twitch of muscle occurring without a single neuron fired. Moaning, groaning autopilot with dried blood crusted everywhere and one leg dragged useless and rotting behind him. Maggots existed where they hadn't weeks earlier, but his only concern was for the soft stretch of detached bowel punctured by his sharp teeth.

The slurp was only noticeable if a person got dangerously close to the dining room table, and even then, hidden beneath the piece of furniture, detection was unlikely. But their heady, human scents were strong, tinged with sweat and natural juices, and he dragged himself up onto a chair, then flung his weight towards the female human. Fluff wanted a smorgasbord, not just a single line of intestines. As always, he was unabashedly out for blood and guts, moaning as his dying bones and muscles allowed him to cut at least partially through the air.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-16 03:46 am UTC (link)
The scent of decayed cat wasn't even detectable mingled with both the heavy scents of decay and cat that permeated the house. The slurp also went entirely unnoticed as Natalie's shoes clicked against the kitchen linoleum as she followed Cooper's lead.

One thing that was incapable of being ignored, however, was the cat's yowl as it launched itself at its female prey.

"Do you think we'll find - AAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Natalie screamed as the cat sailed narrowly past her arm. In her state of shock, Natalie didn't even think to reach for her gun.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-16 10:38 pm UTC (link)
The inhuman screech of the zombie mingled with Natalie's scream. Cooper whipped around in time to watch helplessly as the decaying little monster leaped. Then, somehow, his pistol was in his hand.

The first shot decapitated the cat. Cooper fired again anyway, the hideous little thing still registering as a threat to his startled brain. The bullet opened a gaping hole in the creature's side, spilling a puddle of reeking, semi-liquid guts onto Sal's kitchen floor.

He grimaced at the sight, then turned to look at Natalie.

"You all right there, darlin'?" he asked with deceptive calm. From where he stood it was impossible to tell if the zombie cat had managed to draw blood. Cooper kept his weapon pointed at the floor--it was the tactful thing to do.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-16 11:19 pm UTC (link)
Natalie eyed the rotten little corpse, unable to speak for a moment as she tried to collect herself. She had to examine her own arms, unsure of the answer to Cooper's question, before replying.

It had been a near-miss. Natalie breathed a sigh of relief, though she felt foolish for having missed such an attack. If anything, she'd been expecting a more obvious human attacker, not a small furry one like this.

"I... think so. I'm fine, thank-you." Natalie said finally. She double-checked for injuries, just in case. Nothing.

She continued walking, trying to put on a brave smile after screaming like a schoolgirl over what now amounted to a dead kitty cat. Despite the fact that she could have been killed by it, Natalie was more than a little embarrassed.

She gathered up her shotgun again and continued on through the kitchen.

"I suppose we know what might have done Giffen in, huh?" she remarked, stepping over a set of ceramic dishes marked 'KITTY'.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-17 12:38 am UTC (link)
"Never was much of what you'd call a cat person," Cooper said blandly, concealing his relief that she was all right. Natalie looked just a mite shamefaced after her brush with death. It seemed best to go on as if nothing much had happened.

The Glock was still firmly gripped in his hand. Cooper jerked his chin toward a door that looked promising and raised the pistol.

"Let's have ourselves a look," he suggested, reaching for the doorknob once Natalie indicated her readiness to brave whatever might come bursting out once the door was opened. There weren't any tell-tale sounds of shuffling or moaning, but Cooper reckoned they'd both rather be safe than sorry.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-17 01:15 am UTC (link)
Natalie raised her shotgun as Cooper turned the doorknob, prepared to greet any lurking intruders with a blast in the face.

"Let's do this," Natalie agreed with a nod. The door swung open, there was nothing and then...

Something moved.

Natalie instinctively fired a round into whatever-it-was as it skittered into the kitchen, leaving nothing but a holey smear where the creature used to be. Upon closer inspection, the mess appeared to have a still-twitching tail, leaving Natalie to deduce that it had been nothing more than a common rat.

"Shall I go first or would you like to do the honour?" Natalie asked Cooper, brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes with gunpowdered fingertips.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-17 01:27 am UTC (link)
Did zombie cats create zombie rats? Natalie's quick and efficient killing methods didn't leave enough of the little creature intact to tell.

"Ladies first," Cooper said politely. Much as he admired Natalie's clear head and good aim, he'd developed something of a phobia when it came to getting between a woman and her target.

He flipped a light switch near the door and followed Natalie into the cellar. They repeated the cautious door-opening sequence at a small alcove partitioned off from the main body of the basement with a faded, dry-rotted curtain.

Cooper peered over the petite woman's head at the legendary hidden room. Everything seemed still now, the basement and the chamber beyond uninhabited by living or undead creatures of any kind.

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-17 01:38 am UTC (link)
At the mouth of the secret chambers, Natalie flicked on an unadorned hanging lightbulb by tugging at a hanging chain. Light flooded into the low-ceiling room, air heavy with the scent of decades' worth of accumulated dust and dampness.

Natalie lowered her weapon when she realised that the room was completely devoid of life - or unlife. There was nothing there but an old claw-footed bathtub stained with what appeared to be wine, a trampoline leaned up against the far wall with its original packaging still clinging to it, a large collection of souvenir spoons, and boxes upon boxes with 'readin mateerials' scrawled across them in an unsteady hand. Upon closer inspection, Natalie discovered several decades' worth of girlie mags just waiting to entertain a man of certain tastes. Natalie wiped her hand on her skirt, looking disgusted. The lingering smell of alcohol hung over everything.

Yep, this had to be the place.

Natalie wrinkled her nose, then turned to Cooper.

"We'd have a lot more space down here if we got rid of all this trash." she said, coming down with the distinct urge to wash and disinfect everything in sight.

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-17 02:00 am UTC (link)
"Guess the history books weren't kidding when they talked about bathtub gin," Cooper chuckled.

He peered into one of the boxes of 'readin mateerials' and was instantly confronted by a pair of breasts--an extremely large and, considering the constraints of a two-dimensional medium, well-rounded pair of breasts. With a cough (that could be blamed on the scent of mildew permeating the air) Coop turned away to inspect the trampoline. His ears felt hot in spite of the dank, cool cellar.

"Good idea," he said heartily, avoiding eye contact in favor of minute examination of the trampoline's springs for signs of rust.

"We oughtta take this back to the jail. You know, for the kids."

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[info]waffleiron
2009-11-17 02:09 am UTC (link)
For a moment, Natalie was a bit too distracted by her own examinations of a drip coming from the ceiling that she failed to realise Cooper was referring to the trampoline. She rounded on him, a look of incomprehension splashed across her face.

"What?" she asked. Upon seeing him near the trampoline, however, Natalie turned a little pink herself.

"Oh. Trampoline. Right."

Natalie coughed bashfully, then eyed the stacks of porn for a moment longer before declaring, "We could make a fine bonfire out of this."

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[info]coopjustcoop
2009-11-17 02:20 am UTC (link)
Leave it to Natalie to come up with an emphatic solution to the problem of the nine-hundred-pound porno gorilla in the room. By way of an answer, Cooper boosted a box of magazines onto one shoulder, picked up the mini trampoline and headed for the stairs.

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