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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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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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