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Mad Sweeney (i_haveahoard) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-11-06 17:37:00

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dexter morgan, mad sweeney, zombies

What's the Commotion? [open]
When Sweeney fell asleep outside his apartment door, he had been a dog. Outside it because he lacked the dexterity and thumbs, not to mention overall height, required to turn a door knob and let himself in. When he woke up, curled up on the floor of the hallway, he was a man again.

Oh when he got his hands on that Djinn, she was in for it. She was really in for it.

He was Mad Sweeney. Suibhne Geilt. Not some pansy man that deserved such treatment. After all, every single time he'd done or said anything rude to her was because she had accosted him in some way. She. She accosted him. Not the other way around.

So when he uncurled his lanky form from the ground in the hallway and stood up, he was more than surprised to find that he was still intact. That she hadn't made off with some of his body parts or something. Or had she? Did she make him a eunuch with her djinn magic? Sweeney pulled open the front of his pants just to check that everything was in it's rightful place. When he found that she had not, in fact, made him a eunuch, Sweeney entered his apartment.

He wanted something to eat, he want to take a lengthy piss, he wanted to change his clothes and above all he wanted to get the scent of dog off of himself. Not necessarily in that order.

When all was in order, he headed back out to the streets, cigarette in mouth and lighter in hand. Now, he decided, it was time to get a drink and sort out exactly what he was going to do when he saw Jeannie again. Because it was inevitable. He would see her again.

There were people running to and fro, some where screaming, some were fighting off a slow moving mass of what... knowing this City, were probably zombies. Sweeney laughed to himself, amused and not at all thinking that there were really zombies. At least he wasn't a dog anymore.

"Hey!" He shouted as someone ran past him. "What's the commotion?"

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i_fakeit
2008-11-06 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Dexter was moving quickly behind the runner. He stopped when he recognized the big guy. He hadn't seen Sweeney in a long time. It was good to have a familiar face there.

He stopped to talk. What could it hurt? The things were blocks behind him.

"Zombies." He said. It sounded nonchalant even to him. It was hard to be afraid, but even Dexter was freaked out. The dead coming back to life. He was really glad that all the bodies he'd created were in tiny bits so they couldn't stand up and come after him.

"The dead." He tried again. "They're eating other people. My entire apartment complex is infested. You should probably not stand in one place."

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-07 11:41 am UTC (link)

"Zombies?"

So it wasn't just some amusing situation he'd thought up. There really were zombies. What was with this City? If it wasn't one thing it was another. First earthquakes and now zombies. Maybe the earthquake prompted the zombies.

No. That didn't make sense at all. Earthquakes didn't make zombies. Sweeney didn't know what made zombies. In fact, up until this moment he hadn't thought they were even real. But if Dexter said that there were zombies, then there probably were zombies.

Zombies... in the city. This was ridiculous. Sweeney needed a drink. He said as much, "If there are zombie hoards, then I need a drink." He flicked the ash end off his cigarette and started walking closer to Dexter.

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i_fakeit
2008-11-08 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Dexter wasn't really sure what the natural human reaction to zombies should be. It was one of the very few things that Harry didn't cover in his life training. Unfortunately, that meant that he was flying blind.

So he shrugged. "Sure. Why not."

If nothing else, drinking seemed like a human solution to problems. And sticking close to a giant guy was probably another good plan.

"There are definitely hoards." Dexter agreed. They'd sprung up so quickly, and only seemed to grow in number as every second ticked past. If that didn't count as hoards, he didn't know what would.

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-12 02:27 pm UTC (link)

The only things that Sweeney knew of zombies were things he had learned by watching movies in pubs late at night. Things like Dawn of the Dead and Shawn of the Dead told him that zombies were slow moving and if they found a safe location, possibly easy to avoid. Especially if the safe location was a bar with a mighty stash of whiskey.

Leading the way, he nodded to Dexter in the direction he was heading. "Doesn't matter if we're the fastest, man." He said looking back at the few that were heading their way. "Just as long as we are faster than the slowest non-zombie." It was a negative opinion to have, but Sweeney didn't fancy himself becoming a zombie or zombie food any time soon.

Just... no. He'd already been a dog. That was punishment enough.

"And as long as we avoid meddlesome djinn, we should be just fine. I'll be needin' some whiskey if I'm to think straight during all this."

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i_fakeit
2008-11-13 02:27 am UTC (link)

"I would agree to that." Dexter was sure that they wouldn't actually have to worry about zombies for a while. Especially if they were inside away from the masses.

"Djinn?" Clearly, he'd missed something. And it might have been something important. He thought that djinns were genies. The fact that Sweeney was talking about one meant there was probably one in the City.

Then he thought about it. There was that woman in pink at George's when they'd died. She seemed like she might fit the bill.

"Blond? A lot of pink? Doesn't use contractions?"

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-14 04:51 pm UTC (link)

Sweeney eyed Dexter suddenly, suspicious. "You know that infernal woman? The very one who thinks that I offended her in some way when she's single-handedly the most offensive woman I have ever met in my long life?" To say that Mad Sweeney wasn't particularly fond of Jeannie was an understatement. He found himself going from a dislike of djinn to a very special degree of loathing for Jeannie in particular.

"Turn me into a kick-me dog." He muttered under his breath and flicked his cigarette. "Me. Mad Sweeney, a leprechaun of the blood, no less. Unbelievable."

Sweeney was definitely in need of some fine Irish spirits at this point.

"Avoid that woman, Dexter. Avoid that woman at all costs."

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i_fakeit
2008-11-14 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Dexter held out his hands in front of him in a sign of surrender. "The only time I met her was when she was dead and in my friend's apartment."

It seemed slightly strange to him that such a big guy could be afraid of such a small female. But then again, if she was a genie, then she could potentially cause a lot of problems.

"She turned you into a dog?" Dexter felt like he had a pretty good handle on the supernatural. At least, he'd gained one since being in the City. He was having issues now, however, trying to picture Sweeney as a dog. Any kind of dog, let alone one small enough to kick around.

"Sure. I'll avoid her if that's what she does." Dexter didn't want to be a dog.

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-16 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Now that that was settled, Sweeney was more than in need of a drink. The street seemed strangely void of people all of a sudden, people of any sort. Sweeney eyed the street suspiciously, pausing in his step. "Good, man. Avoid her." He affirmed, looking left and right.

"Hey, does it seem strangely quiet all of a sudden to you?"

Awkwardly quiet. The sort of quiet that was soundtracked by dark foreboding music in horror films. Sweeney didn't like that. Nor did he like the idea that there were zombies moving about. He moved through the street cautiously, keeping a close eye for any movement. He didn't spend all those year living naked in the treetops and not walk away with having an eye for movement.

The bar wasn't far away. They only had about a half block to go. "I'm telling you. It's not sitting well with me, all this quiet, with you saying there are zombies about."

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i_fakeit
2008-11-18 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Dexter paused in mid step when Sweeney mentioned the quiet. It had gotten oddly silent. Just moments previous, there had been screaming. And moaning. Now there was nothing. How was that possible.

It raised the hairs on the back of his neck. A reaction that he'd never felt before in his life - at least not like this, not out of fear or being creeped out. And it just made it worse.

"I don't like it." Dexter agreed.

Something else was on the air. Some kind of tension. It was thick. It felt like something was about to happen. Something big. But what?

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-18 08:04 pm UTC (link)

Sweeney didn't like it either. Not one bit.

"Somethings up. We should hurry." And hurry he did. The leprechaun's long legs guided him quickly toward the bar door and hopefully to safety, trusting Dexter to keep up with him. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn't a good idea considering Sweeney's excessive height.

He pulled the door open with one hand while turning around to check to see if Dexter was behind him or not.

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i_fakeit
2008-11-20 11:35 pm UTC (link)

It was hard to keep up with the long legged leprechaun. Dexter tried his best to do so, but didn't manage as well as he'd thought he could. Even being in shape as he was, the masses still found a way to overcome him.

They massed at him from the right, out of an alley that he hadn't known was there. And in fact, hadn't been there the last time he'd been near this particular set of stores.

Not that it meant anything.

It was like a wave. They pressed into him, grasping at him. Reaching for him. Pulling on his clothes with their clawed fingers. And he fought back for what good it did him.

He managed to break free, but not before one of them took a bite out of his arm. It hurt like hell, and bled more than he'd thought he'd ever see come out of himself.

"Go!" He yelled at his companion. "Get the hell out of here!"

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i_haveahoard
2008-11-24 08:54 pm UTC (link)

"Sweet fucking christ!" Sweeney cursed loudly, watching as the zombies clawed and bit at Dexter. Anyone was a target, anyone was a victim, Sweeney needed to move and to get away from all of it. And he needed to get away now.

Part of him wanted to stop, to help Dexter. To push the creatures off of him and save him from the fate that was bound to take control now that he'd been bitten. Sweeney didn't know for sure, but generally in zombie movies if someone was bitten, they became a zombie.

"Sorry man." He shouted and turned to run, long legs carrying him as far away as he could, as fast as he could.

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