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Tweak says, "Screws fall out all the time"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-05 13:31:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 22, james t. kirk, location: gas station, npc, open

Day 22 Morning
Who: Zombie!Jay and OTA
What: Home sweet WhatTheFuck
Where: The Not Quick Stop.
When: Day 22; 8:00 am
Rating: PG-13 (maybe a soft R for violence, we'll see)
Status: Active

Darkness cloaked the world of Vas Captio of which Jay had once been a vulgarity-spewing part, even as the sun should have been coming up. Morning had come, but one wouldn't know it based on the lack of light and lazy drizzle of not-quite rain.

A figure who was tall and thin, with long, matted blond hair ambled slowly toward the gas station, once known to him as the Not Quick Stop. The blonde hair once lanky and laying flat down his back and over his shoulders was now sopping wet and knotted, gnarled by the water in which he'd died and in which he walked.

His clothes hung heavily on his bloated body; the whole of him looking as waterlogged as he was. Moans and groans of hunger issued from his lips as he dragged himself forward toward the Not Quick Stop.

Once upon a time the Not Quick Stop had been good for chips and beer. Now all Jay wanted was a snack of a different kind. On the menu today...brains. Delicious.

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illdoitinthree
2009-09-06 11:54 am UTC (link)

He had fallen asleep at one point in time.

The awkward position he had slept in had ensured little sleep for the captain, and his body felt strained and tired despite the sleep he managed to squeeze in between surveillance. His sense of time had been skewed to such a degree, he wasn't aware if it was anywhere near morning or evening, or how much time he spent sleeping or awake. The day before he had a run-in with a walking corpse, smelling of death and rotting flesh. It was enough to make him gag, and the closer the corpse limped to Jim, the sicker he felt. He wasn't keen on sticking around any longer to see what damage they could do, and being without a weapon made the idea seem less appealing than it already did.

He had enough bravado to think nothing of it and he simply stumbled away, breaking out into a jog once he was sure of his path. He made it back to the Gas Station and got to work barricading it as best he could, moving shelves to the door and steering clear of the glass windows. He stayed up as long as he could, attentive, listening for any groans or the sound of shuffling feet. Nothing, and he figured it was time for another exploratory expedition. Let's face it, Jim wasn't one to sit a crisis out. He was one to take action, and well, he was Jim Kirk, Grand Master of It Seemed Like A Good Idea At the Time.

Armed with an ax, water bottles and canned soups -- three of both in a makeshift satchel made from shirts and shoelaces from the thrift store -- he cleared the entrance to the Gas Station and ventured out into an unsympathetic darkness. He gripped the handle of the ax, and if he remembered the map correctly (not that he could refer to it now), the museum was northeast from the station. If he maintained a straight route, he'd.. well, he'd run into something and hopefully that something wasn't dead and kicking.

Jim crinkled his nose.

What was that smell--

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-06 06:12 pm UTC (link)

The sound of the door of the Not Quick Stop opening caught the dead man's attention. Jay looked up and moaned again, this time more loudly and needy. He could smell the human just as soon as the door had opened but once he'd cleared the doorway and was out in the open, the smell was intoxicating.

Jay ambled forward more quickly toward the living man. His limbs were stiff and the clothes were heavy with wetness from having been in them when he drowned, so the movement was jerky and labored, but he was able to move himself forward faster than he had been lazily dragging himself before he noticed the smell of the human. "Brains..." he said, or tried to - his face was bloated and tongue too swollen to properly pronounce the word, so instead it came out as a mumbly mess of sounds.

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illdoitinthree
2009-09-07 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Jim reeled back, bringing an arm up sharply to shield his nose. The smell was putrid like sewer water gone bad and along with his arm, so did the ax come up with the fatal edge pointed in the general direction of the mumbled words. The dead had been a lot closer than Jim had anticipated; he stemmed his panic, something hard to do when he was at such a disadvantage, dodging to the right and almost tripping over a hose from the station. Damn it.. but if I can't see, then they can't either, right?

Too bad Jim wasn't too keen on zombie rules. A sloshing sound followed the movement of the dead, and he picked up on it to gauge his distance. Not that he was making that too hard with all the noise the zombie was making. He bent and picked up a stray rock. As hard as he strained his eyes, the darkness remained a wall of black. He steadied his arm and threw the rock, if it hit the side of the station, it'd make a distinctive sound but if it hit elsewhere..

If there had been light, anyone would be able to see the white knuckles griping the ax.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-09 01:53 am UTC (link)

Fortunately for Jim, the darkness was just as much an obstacle for Jay as it was for his target. Fortunately for Jay, though, it wasn't his sense of sight that he was following to find the human. He could hear the other man bumbling around, tripping in the darkness, although it didn't register to the dead man that way. All it was to him was distracting noises that annoyed him. As such, he let out a growl of anger and moved slower as all the racket pulled his focus from his sense of smell.

The rock hit him in the face, causing a sickening crunch as the impact broke his nose. Blood, black and thick for past lack of oxygen, oozed rather than dripped or spilled from the dead man's nostrils and slid lazily down his chin before landing in splotches on his shirt. He didn't notice the blood; he had noticed the collision of rock and bone. In response, he let out an angry growl and moved forward quickly again, arms outstretched and hands opening and closing as if he was grabbing at thin air in the mean time.

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;-; ASKGJKG

illdoitinthree
2009-09-15 10:51 am UTC (link)

As much as it sickened him to think of it, the sound of the rock making contact was loud enough to hear and it did not sound like the side of the station or any building for that matter. If anything, it sounded like bones breaking. Breaking the way his left arm had after his stupid stunt off his bedroom window. Breaking the way like crippled bone would when you were a rotting zombie corpse; crunching. He tried to shake the thoughts loose from his head (understandably, they weren't such pleasant thoughts, were they?), and calculated his distance to be roughly seven to eight feet from his position. Judging from the time it took for the rock to make impact..

Jim heard the growl and once again, the zombie was getting too close for comfort. He only had seconds to consider his next move, and damnit Jim! The zombie isn't going to wait for you! Your brains may not be Spock's but brains are brains! Get on it!!

Fight or flight. Fight or flight!

He steadied his hold and readied the swing of his ax. When the stench was too much to bear, he swung, his sweaty palms holding thick wood tightly.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-17 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Jay was closing in. Angry, hungry, and anxious, he made his way closer, arms flailing uselessly around as he went on grabbing at thin air in search of the human he could smell getting closer and closer with every step the dead man took. He tried, again, to speak and once more only garbled sounds came out, with his broken nose and swollen tongue, it was impossible for Jay to form any intelligible words.

Just as he was about to close in on the human - and he was so close, Jay could nearly taste the brains already - the zombie felt a blunt impact on his side. A dull, throbbing pain overcame him and he let out a loud yelp of pain and anger. Reaching forward, he snagged ahold of hair - hair was on the head and brains were on the inside! - pulling hard and trying to tilt the head far enough to the side that he could disable the human by ripping the man's throat out with his teeth. The blood would be a delicious appetizer; shit, Jay could hardly wait to taste it.

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