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eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-09-19 04:58 pm
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Drink Count: 9 | Things have been OK for me except that I'm a zombie now
Backdated to Sunday
A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]
[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]
Lyn! Need a hand?
B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]
C. [Action: About town]
[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]
There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?
A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]
[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]
Lyn! Need a hand?
B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]
C. [Action: About town]
[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]
There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?
B
What the hell happened? Are you alright?
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[Since when did April smell so..... irresistibly delicious?]
Something bit me. I think it was one of the drones, but he looked dead. Like a.... fuck, like a zombie.
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At least he had the sense not to leave his house completely unarmed...although he was restricted by what little Mayfield has seen fit to provide its residents with, so the best he has right now is a gore-smeared metal bat.
Crowley's arrival couldn't be more timely, because Lyn has never in his life been so glad to see another demon. However, the inane question is answered in the form of a frustrated scream.]
What the fuck does it look like?!
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Lyn! Get in the car. I'll take you wherever. Probably a rooftop.
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Not very much time, either.
Hope you don't mind zombie blood all over your car interior, Crowley...Lyn's pretty well splattered with it.]
Come on, then, let's get the fuck out of here! [Why the fuck is Crowley sauntering? Clearly his fellow demon has not been watching the right movies at all for this situation.]
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Y-yeah, let's.
[He'll wash the interior of his car later, Lyn.]
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And, just as a personal note, Crowley, it would not be wise to trust Lyn behind the wheel of your beloved car. Or any car.
In the meantime, however, he actually reaches out and tries to grab Crowley's shirt to yank him back toward the car. HOW CAN HE INSTILL THE PROPER SENSE OF URGENCY INTO THIS MAN.]
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Fuck.
[He slips into the car and slams the door shut. It's only moments before the car roars to life and tears off down the streets. He's careful to avoid running over zombies, but that's because he knows he can't repair his car if it's damaged.]
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He's kind of torn here; on the one hand, he's seen what's happening in town, and he's pretty goddamn genre-savvy. He knows damn well what being bitten by a zombie means, and his first instinct is to get the hell away from the other demon before shit really starts going south. But on the other hand...it's his fault Crowley got bitten to begin with. It'd be him going zombified if Crowley hadn't stopped...
So what does he do? It doesn't feel right to just fucking abandon him, in light of that...]
...hey. You know that this zombie shit spreads, right? [If his voice is a bit uneven, it's just because he's out of breath. Right.]
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As I recall, I have a couple hours before I turn. Plenty of time for you to secure yourself in the spare bedroom.
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C
[There is the very obvious sound of a gun being cocked.]
There is.
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What are you doing here?
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And you?
[Though his tone is light, he keeps the gun well trained.]
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I thought demons would be better liars, Crowley. ...Look at your flesh.
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I'm not lying. Yes, I'm quite aware I've joined the legion of the undead, or what have you. But I am indeed exploring the town further and assisting people.
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[He'll lower the gun slightly.]
But if that's what you wish...
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[Grimsley will pocket the gun and bow with a flourish.]
Good luck, then. If I have to shoot you the next time we run into each other, I apologize in advance.
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[And not without some degree of caution, Grimsley sidesteps the zombie-demon and begins to walk away.]
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