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Tweak says, "i'm justa teenage dirtbag baby"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-02 11:34:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 21, elliot reid, location: gas station, npc, ted logan

Who: Zombified!Silent Bob.
What: Do you want fries with your brains?
Where: The Not Quick Stop.
When: Day 21; noon.
Rating: Rated Z (for Zany Zombies eat Zucchinis).
Status: Active.

Perhaps that quiet mumbling rumbling from the pudgy man's throat were the profanities that so characterized the Silent One. He walked with a limp, a piece of metal protruding grotesquely from his left knee. His shirt was bloody and if his beard was trimmed or not, it is unclear because part of his jaw is missing. The skin left that made up his lips was rotting and he is a poor shell of a stoned man.

Perhaps there was a still a part left of Bob in the zombie.

"Guuuhaaah!!"

Oh wait. Nope. Not the Silent One.

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wyld_stallyn
2009-09-03 09:48 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't as if Ted really wanted to see a zombie..

No, that most heinously untrue. He totally wanted to see a zombie! How excellent would it be to meet one of the undead? Ghengis Khan hadn't been too bad. He just wanted Twinkies. Maybe zombies would be just like that. So, armed with a baseball bat and an actual twinkie, Ted "Theodore" Logan slowly ventured out the back door of the gas station (unknown to him as formerly the Not Quick Stop).

"Dude. It's totally like an Alice Cooper album cover.." He spoke to himself quietly, looking around and trying to see anything past his own hand. Which he was trying to do, the hand with the twinkie held out in front of him. Here zombie zombie..Sugary treats would give you a most excellent sugar high!

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-04 11:28 pm UTC (link)

The Not So Silent One continued to mutter as incoherently as possible, half-trailing his left leg in his stupor. There wasn't a well-formulated thought in the zombie's head as he spent his time meandering about the Not Quick Stop. He barely registered the smell of gasoline present in the place, as that wasn't his main objective in this place. Bob was hungry. Bob was hungry for brains: a great zombie delicacy.

The hat on Bob's head almost fell off his corpsy scalp when the zombie whirled in the general direction of human.

He let out a quiet grumble as he trailed towards the human brains.

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wyld_stallyn
2009-09-06 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Ted was still looking around, squinting into the darkness, and saw the figure of someone coming closer toward him. "Dude! It is a most non-righteous sort of nite to be out." Nite, day. Whichever. And Ted thought about that, grinning a little. "Even though it's totally day! Very Pink Floyd of them!" Dark side of the moon or something.

Flexing the bat, Ted started walking closer to the dude as well. "Luckily, I have a bat that would totally smash the head of any walking dead dudes that are around!" He was still conversationally talking when he realised that the other dude was trailing his leg like it was broken.

And wasn't talking. Except for those mutterings, which sounded oddly like...a zombie. The California teenager realised that he was walking straight into an evil undead.

"..Bogus."

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frickonastick
2009-09-08 04:07 pm UTC (link)

If this really was some bad zombie flick come to life the last place Elliot wanted to be was locked up in a van right smack next to a graveyard. After dropping Andy a note she'd decided the best place for her to head was towards the gas station where she knew there was food and according to the journals guys with weapons.

Her nerves were stretched to their breaking point as she drove Andy's van through the darkness. The sun should've been up hours ago, the fact that it wasn't made her wonder if this was really going to be the end of all of it. If there were zombies, and despite her percautions she hoped there weren't, how long could they hold out against them especially if the powers that be were giving them a head start in the dark?

She pulled up to the gas station, her headlights sweeping the front and stopped in front of two figures in the darkness. One of them was a young man holding a bat and the other....

"Oh my God," Elliot breathed as she made out the form of the living dead. "Oh my God!" In shock, her hand slipped from the steering wheel and onto the horn. The resulting sound caused her to jump and then panic. Not knowing what to do Elliot did the only thing she could think of. She hit the gas.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-09 01:58 am UTC (link)

Unfortunately for Bob, the Ted-speak was a little hard for his zombified brain to fully comprehend let alone translate. The zombie could comprehend the distinct smell of life hanging in the air, could practically taste the blood. He moved as steadily as he could towards the teenager, mumbling and groaning excitedly at the idea of brains.

Oh. Lady Luck was just not smiling on the poor undead today, was she?

The zombie whirled on the noise of the horn, the rotting skin attaching the remaining parts of his jaw loosening and ripping. He raised his left hand, free of skin towards the van, towards the bright light. You didn't walk towards the light the first time, Bob, don't do it this time!

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