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Post by Grimsolace on Oct 16, 2007 16:19:05 GMT -5
((Rolled))
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Post by terramax on Oct 17, 2007 12:26:33 GMT -5
"Oh, now that's just not nice man." Carter says as he quickly gets down on his knees to see if he can reach the keys. He swiftly flips off the fryer (for his own protection) and starts feeling under the thing for the keys. "C'mon. Where are those d@mn keys?"
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Post by psiphase on Oct 17, 2007 18:03:06 GMT -5
Ira walks back to the table and gathers up his belongings. "Looks like I'll just not have my patty melt. So much for ordering. Oh well."
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Post by phobia on Oct 21, 2007 22:41:25 GMT -5
Loraine left a few minutes before all this started. A few minutes before the cat came in. (made your roll with a 9.)
Carter is reaching through the greasy muck under the fryer for the keys.
The accident victim reaches the glass front doors of the diner. She does not attempt to open, instead she beats upon it with her hands.
BANG!
BANG!
CRACK! The glass cracks. Another hit or two and she'll be through it.
***What is everyone going to do?
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Post by phobia on Oct 21, 2007 22:41:56 GMT -5
***sorry I've been away longer than I though. The game should resume the normal level of activity now, at least on my part.
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Post by terramax on Oct 22, 2007 10:33:42 GMT -5
"D@mmit. Where are those keys?" Carter looks a moment longer. If he can't find them before that glass breaks, he'll have to improvise.
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Post by psiphase on Oct 22, 2007 11:48:06 GMT -5
"Get out of my way. I'll get this door open," Ira says as he reaches into his bag and pulls out his lockpicking kit. He walks by Carter and begins to work on the lock.
***Roll has been sent as well.
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Post by phobia on Oct 22, 2007 12:23:24 GMT -5
"Get out of my way. I'll get this door open," Ira says as he reaches into his bag and pulls out his lockpicking kit. He walks by Carter and begins to work on the lock. ***Roll has been sent as well. Lockpicking is a skill that normally takes minutes (or more) to do right. Since Ira doesn't have that kind of time, he is unable to open the door very quickly. If he spends another minute or two though, he may be able to get it open. Webby, still, stands looking on in horror. The Old man has moved away from the glass doors, and is near the group, but on the front side of the counter. He says "We need to stop them. We need to keep them out of here, oh, this is all my fault!" He looks over at Webby and Rick who aren't doing much of anything, "Can you barricade the front door?" *** all of this is going on while the woman beats on the front door. She is not through yet, but as stated above the glass won't hold through another of her powerful hits. *** *** Everyone except Ira needs to make a die roll, this again, is for fear. ***
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Post by terramax on Oct 23, 2007 10:02:58 GMT -5
***rolled a 1. Oooh critical miss.
Carter tried to continue fumbling through the darkness under the fryer, but the stress became too much. His hands began to tremble and his knees began to shake. He back away from the fryer. "Sh!t!! I can't do this. I can't go out like this. I can't believe this. This is stuff only seen in movies and legends. No, it can't be real. It can't be." Carter whispered to himself. He tried to yell at himself to get some addrenaline to pull himself together, but a whisper was all he could manage. Carter reached up and grabbed a frying pan and then backed up against the counter. He plastered his back against the counter wall and continued murmering in disbelief.
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Post by Grimsolace on Oct 23, 2007 23:05:00 GMT -5
((Rolled))
"What the fuck would barricading the door do? She's coming in through the window!" Peck shouted. Grabbing one of he heavy knives that were on the counter he made his way over to the fryer and used the polished side as a mirror to locate the errant keys.
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Post by phobia on Oct 26, 2007 2:06:49 GMT -5
The old man says, "We need to keep them out of here!" He feebly tries to move a table closer to the doors, intending a barricade.
Webby says: "EEhhhh... Uh..." and trots off towards his office, as quickly as his stubby frame allows.
The glass doors shatter, glass everywhere, even sticking into the rotten flesh of the woman. She now climbs through the new hole in the doors.
You can all see more of them, all dressed up, approaching the diner from the street.
And using the knife, Peck easily sees the keys, and grabs them.
***Carter cannot act until further notice, except to defend himself, he is feeling hot and woozy on his feet--ready to faint perhaps.
***Peck, who is also scared, can act to defend himself and attempt escape. He is still functioning OK for now.
***Ira is fine. More or less. He has not yet been able to pick the door.
The old man is the closest to the woman, none of you think he would survive an encounter with her.
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Post by terramax on Oct 27, 2007 14:31:17 GMT -5
Carter, in a panic and barely able to breath, tries to yell at the others, but he can barely manage a harsh whisper, "Come on, man! Open the d@mn door already. Oh god! We're gonna die!" In hysteria, a tear breaks from the corner of Carter's eye. He quickly wipes it away and tucks himself tighter up against the counter hoping that nobody sees him.
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Post by Grimsolace on Oct 29, 2007 19:14:29 GMT -5
"Everyone get to the back door!" Peck yells. These zombies moved slowly, it should be a problem to out distance them. Peck stops to lug Carter to his feet, "Get moving!".
Joshua will make his way to the back and unlock the door.
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Post by psiphase on Oct 29, 2007 22:33:46 GMT -5
Ira steps to the side and lets Joshua use the keys. "Be my guest. I don't seem to have much luck right now."
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Post by phobia on Oct 30, 2007 9:28:06 GMT -5
The woman is now upright, or as close as her broken leg will allow, and stumbling towards the old man. As Joshua reaches the back door, key now in hand, Webby rushes past with a revolver and a box of shells. He smashes the box into the counter, spilling the shells. His grubby hands gobble them up and into the gun they go.
No longer lumbering, no longer awkward; with lightning speed the dead woman lunges at the old man. Webby fires at them three times deafening all of you.
Both targets drop to the floor.
Just as the shots ring out, Joshua unlocks the door, and opens it very slightly to verify it is in-fact, unlocked.
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