Remy LeBeau (cajundevil) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-11 08:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, remy lebeau |
WHO: Remy LeBeau, Open
WHAT: Zombie killin' time!
WHERE: Near his cabin
WHEN: Early morning
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: Incomplete
Remy didn't see a reason to hesitate any longer. He was getting antsy. "'Dese zombies are making me sick. Y'all just keep making all of these gurglin' sounds..." He shook his head disappointed with a smug smile on his face. "Time ta show ya need some manners!"
Slipping a hand through his coat-pocket he took out what looked like a six-inch stick. However, with one flick of his wrist and arm, the stick retracted into an eight-foot tall staff. With an abrupt shout he charged forth before propelling himself up into the air with his staff. The air from the bottom of his blunt weapon seemed to reverberate underneath like a shockwave. Lunging forward his bo-staff made contact with one zombie's skull with a loud 'crackle' and 'splat'. Brain matter seemed to gush outwards from the ghouls ears like condensed meat in a grinder. With a teasing laugh at the sight, he shook his head.
The zombies seemed as if they grew angrier that their companion had fallen. Trying with all their might to charge further toward him, with little success of course. Remy saw this with much amusement. Slipping a hand in his sleeve he pulled out those infamous deck of cards.
With each card in-between his long fingers, he shook his head at the gaggle of ghoulies, wagging his index finger of the other hand. "Ah, ah, ah!" Electricity bursted out of the card-hand, crackling and popping as they flickered brightly, a beautiful shade of purple. Remy took one look of his bo-staff and flipped it high into the air, the long staff twirled in the air as if endlessly. Flick after flick of those cards they stuck into the foreheads of each zombie. The zombies seemed to know what was coming too, they looked up at foreheads with a gurgled, "Uh?" a delayed bomb it seemed. One after another a chain reaction, the heads of zombies exploded into a what seemed like a million pieces. His bo-staff finally realizing what goes up must come down was found being caught by Remy's graceful fingers. Remy rested the staff against his shoulder as he watched the display of zombie confetti decorate the walkway with a content smile on his face.