[align=center]CURRENT POSITIONS AND STATUS[/align]
These will be listed as such: player/character/location/status.

STATUS POST
- THE LIVING
- IN WALMART
TheScaryOne/James Roy/in car care/alive
Urzaplanezwalker/Richard Roberts/up front/ alive
KaymeeraUnleashed/Bob Mcdowell/near hardware/alive
Kemchi/Buck/in car care/alive
NPC/Hal/up front/ alive
NPC/Shane/up front/alive
otakutaylor/Sharron Bloom/up front by customer service/alive
NPC/Benedict/up front/alive
NPC/Sandy/up front/alive - broken left arm.
JudgeMental/Alex/in sporting goods/alive
Saurenath/Saur/in car care/alive


- THE DEAD
workmad3/Fred/in the church/dead
StruckingFuggle/in the church/dead
Bandersnatch/Coleen/in the church/dead
Quiet/Eric "Quiet" Steppe/in the church/dead
RubyJ/Erin Skye/in the front of wal-mart/dead by Saur induced gunshot to the head


- UNKNOWN
SunTzu/J-Fizzle/last seen in front of the wal-mart (ran past screaming)/???
Il Palazzo Sama/Steve/last seen heading towards the mall/?????
Zweites/Celinne L'Ouverture/last seen on the way to the hardware store/????
Radical Dreamer/Allan Kelsey/last seen inside Denny's/????

ooc: before we start here are some ground rules.
1) never assume that just because someone is a PC that they are on your side, certain PCs will be given random instructions through out this RP to turn on those they are with out of an urge for survival.

2) Whereas in most RPs the GM attempts to keep his/er players alive, this is not one of those types of RPs, if you or your character screws up, there will be a price.

3) If you miss updates, please let me know.. Players who miss a weeks worth of updates without notice will have thier characters taken by the GM who will let thier characters live for an unspecified amount of time on good faith, although most such characters will meet an untimely demise..

Let the Game begin..

IC:

Walking down the street around 10 at night, a tired and hungry Celinne comes across a Denny's which seems to be the only open restaurant in this god-forsaken town, unfortunately for her, her car broke down and for some reason her cell phone doesn’t seem to have any signal here, she is truly in a hick town, so much different from any other place she has been unfortunate enough to become stuck. If she were to look into the windows of the Denny's she would notice quite a few people, apparently this is a popular place for the late night crowd, being that it seems to be one of the few places open after the sun goes down.

Inside the Denny’s

Anthony is just getting into work and getting ready to begin his shift. He passes by the one waitress that is on shift tonight with him, Sandy. Of all the waitresses, she is quite possibly the biggest bitch, and she always seems to try to make his nights a pain in the ass when she is working. Sharron and Allan having recognized each others faces from some time in the past are sitting in a both together, both staring intently at the menus, attempting to find some late night fuel. Hunched down in his booth at the other end of this small Denny’s is Bob, who seems to be thoroughly engrossed with some game on his PSP, in the low light of the Denny’s the colors coming off the screen are reflected on his face.

Outside the Denny’s again

James, is walking along the street opposite the Denny’s randomly looking in the windows as he goes, until he comes across an open used bookstore. Looking down he notices a box of books in front of the shop. On top of the stack of books, there is a very battered soft cover copy of a book called “Survival Horror” apparently co-authored by an RD and a MH. The book is free for the taking should he choose.

A couple blocks away

Fred Cooper sits up, having been lying down behind a box hiding from the men in white jackets, who want to take him away. Apparently he fell asleep as he was hiding because he notices that the sun has gone down. Looking around he sees that there are Aflac posters with that damned duck on them literally all around the alley, either he hadn’t noticed them before, or some jerk wandered in while he was asleep and put them up, perhaps as some cruel joke. Looking over to his left, he notices the frame of an old car, with what appears to be a man (Steve) lying down inside. He can’t see much of the man, aside from the battered looking pants that the man has on, and the long jacket that he is using to cover himself up on this chilly night, there isn’t much to see.

James pokes his head into the store, and looks around for the shopkeep.
Are these books out here free?
If the shopkeep responds yes, James picks up the book that has caught his eye. If no, he asks how much they are, and pays for said book.
James thumbs through the pages of the book, and reads the first few lines quietly to himself before placing the book into his pocket, and surveying his surroundings.

OOC: Whoa, I just got home from eating at Denny's. This is kind of creepy already.

Deciding on a double cheeseburger and a glass of V8, Sharron sets her menu down and promptly gets bored of waiting. Setting her head to rest on her hand, she remains silent waiting for Allen to finish, idly looking out the windows.

Pausing the game, Bob, looked around the store, searching for anything of interest. Failing that, he rearranges himself into a more comfortable position and returns to his state of unwavering concentration, ignoring the now frothless, yet still full, cup of chocolate milkshake he had ordered an hour ago.

OOC: Yowza! 1111st post!

Fred, getting up slowly, so as to not attract the ducks attention, sneaks over to the posters and one, by one rips them down and places them in a pile upside down at the back of the alley, all the time whispereng
"its a good thing its dark now, everyone knows that ducks don't see well in the dark. Unless thats what they want us to think and they really can see in the dark. No, they can't be that clever, can they? Perhaps they can't see well in the dark. But what if they have allies that can? But who would knowingly side with the ducks? Well, as long as I can stay out of their sight, I should be ok. Can't get locked up. If I'm stuck in one place, they'll find me for sure. Those doctors could be allied with the ducks, they seem crazy enough. After all they denied that the ducks are secretly running the world."

It continues like this for some time as he sneaks around the alley. He then sneaks over to the man in the car and,while keeping an eye out for any ducks or possible duck allies, waits for the man to wake up so he can check it isn't really a duck secret agent sent to spy on him

Anthony smiled, an honest, if faint twinge of the lips, and bowed ever so slightly to Sandy, raising his helmet and tapping the head with it, as if to mime a tip of the hat. He brushed past her, physically, and letting any barbs she might throw roll off his back like water off a duck.

Ducking into the break room for just long enough to doff his Buzz Rickson and hang it up with the helmet on top of the lockers, Anthony adjusted the short-sleeved work shirt on top of it ... grumbling to himself that a 'beater alone was adequate for kitchen work ... and then pulled a hairnet on, followed by a crew hat, and more grousing.

However, as he left the break room he cut the muttering short, slinking into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, merely nodding to Carlos as the other chef grinned and shuffled off to end his shift. At least this late he was usally the only one working and even then it was little rush. And apparnetly there were enough people filing in to keep the bitch busy.

"Well. Work's work, eh?" he asked to no one in particular, pulling a toothpick from where he'd been chewing on it and tossing it to land perfectly in the trash. A quick look around to make sure no one was watching and he pulled a knife from the wall with a quick flourish, turning it over in his hands tricksily.

"Damnit, Tony, this is isn't Dennyhannas," Sandy snapped, sticking her head in the kitchen.
"... Anthony," he corrected her, again, keeping the annoyance and the growl from his voice.
"Anthony. Whatever. Order's're in. Stop goofing around and get to work."

"Yes, ma'am," he mockingly saluted her, and then waited for her back to turn and her to be talking to a couple seated halfway across the diner before muttering, "go to hell, y'stupid bitch."

Another alternately bitchy and boring night, another too-light paycheck.

But hey, it was a living.

The man rolls over in his sleep, then pulls his coat back over himself.

Celinne was an atheist...

It wasn't a political stance or anything she would vehemently argue with those who were dependant on a diety.. It made no difference to her WHO people prayed to for the winning lotto numbers. Put simply, she personally had had a rough time of life, and wasn't one to entertain thoughts of the hereafter when the here and NOW was so damned pressing.

However, after arriving three hours late due to a flight delay, coupled with her "brand new" rental car dead on the roadside, and her cellphone unable to receive a signal... she was beginning to think that there MUST be a God. For it was entirely impossible that so much could befall her by coincidence alone.

It had been a two mile hike to the purple stain on the sky-line, the feeble lights of the small town hardly pushing back the oppressive darkness of the night. Despite her cleanly pressed suit and italian boots, she was little worse for the hike. She'd been on the fiftieth story of a construction site in the very same pair boots, and if she hadn't balked at the high steel, she wasn't likely to mind a little jaunt across american asphalt.

But then she would be lying if she claimed that her feet didn't twinge ever so slightly from their hours of imprisonment in their three hundred dollar tooled leather prison. The flight was long and the seats cramped... and even if she'd had the room to remove them, it wouldn't be very polite to the man sitting next to her. As she saw the light of the Denny's, she mused that perhaps she could get a tow and mechanic tonight... if she threw enough money at them.

However... at some point you had to just give up, and start fresh in the morning. And she had about reached that point as she pushed open the door to the Denny's. A hotel room, a shower, a bed, a few drinks, and a pack of cigarettes while some horrible american television blared in the background sounded wonderful.

AFTER she called in with the clients, and then AAA, of course. In the business world... shit happened. Flights got cancelled, funding fell through, companies were rotted from within. You took what you could, and continued on. Shit happened, but it was best if she called ahead so they weren't wasting time expecting her in the morning. The door opened with a pleasant little tinkling noise, and she shook out her dreads at the sudden change in tempature from stepping indoors.

She passed the "Please Wait to be Seated" sign, clearly intent on the restrooms. The Peruvian knew buildings, and whether it was America or not, she seemed to have an unerring spatial sense. And while her architect's sense did not let her down... she was still disappointed as she rounded the corner to the lavatories. Celinne wasn't sure if she should laugh or once again give some serious time to rethink her atheism as she saw the bold "Out of Order" sign taped halphazardly to the payphone next to the restrooms. Well surely there would be a phone in her room...

After relieving herself, she returned to the front of the restaraunt, checking her watch in that nervous fashion that business people developed as two parts habit, one part addiction. Coming from a second world country, she was still leery of the conditions of the restaraunt, but then faced with food poisoning in the morning or starving now, she would have to risk it. As she was taken to a seat, L'Ouverture queried the manager while accepting the menu, it's laminated flesh greasy, "Is there a hotel nearby?"

Her accent was the deep throated french of the dominican republic, though it was so light, it merely flavored her english, which was almost overly precise and clipped, "I had some trouble with the agency's car."

ooc: workmad3 and Il Palazzo Sama, I am just going to let the two of you react to eachother for the time being..

IC:
If only Bob would have looked away from his game for a couple more seconds he would have noticed something of interest. A young looking lady (Celline), in fact she appeared to be only a few years older than him, entered through the front door of the Denny’s as though she owned the place. The young lady, clearly not from around here, walked back towards the restrooms, but apparently she was unable to find what she was looking for, because she soon came back out and sat herself down where she pleased.

A minute or so after the lady with the dreads walked back out of the hall, a younger college-aged woman, with reddish hair pulled back in pig-tails (Erin), walks out, presumably from using the restroom. She had made a beeline for that room as soon as she entered the Denny’s, and now her stomach was beginning to indicate that she could use a little food since she hadn’t eaten since she hopped on the bus back at college. She had tried to stop by her parents when she made it back in town, but found to her surprise the house was empty. They had left without telling her, which was strange because they knew that she was coming home this weekend. To make matters worse they hadn’t left her with any food in the house, so she was forced to travel the four blocks to the Denny’s on foot for some sustenance.

Sandy snorts in response to the question about a hotel in the area. The closest thing to a hotel was that old Motel 6 that some punk kids burned to the ground the week before last, she relays that information on to Celline before walking over to Sharron and Allan to take their order, looking up Sharron recognizes the most recent newcomer, with pigtails from one of her gen-ed classes. She can’t honestly remember much about the girl though, aside from the fact that she has never heard the girl speak.
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Richard was stuck working in the bookstore again, fortunately though this was a Friday night which meant that tonight was the weekly poetry reading. The workday passed more slowly than usual though, in his entire shift he only had two customers, one of who was scared away at the sight of the porcelain fangs the he presently had affixed to his teeth, the other had gotten their grubby finger prints all over the first editions before picking up a torn paperback copy of “The Shining” by Stephen King. 8:00 pm came and passed, apparently no one was going to show up for the poetry reading tonight, so Richard sat on his chair in the back of the store until close writing more poetry in his book. It was getting to be about 10 and time to close down for the night when some one outside calls in asking if one of the books in the free book box was really free.

Richard looks up

"Wha? Whatever man, who cares."

Richard gets up, subconciously running his tounge across the fake fang, then begins locking up the shop

James reads the first few lines of the book before proceeding into the shop, and noting Richard. Less recognizing the voice and the person, but more recognizing the lisp that comes from talking while wearing fangs.
Let me guess, you're wearing fake fangs, right? What model are you wearing?

Perking up as the waitress arrives; Sharron takes a quick look toward Allen, then turns back to make her order.

"Uh, yeah I want... umm a double Cheeseburger, Fries, a glass of V8 if you've got it, and.. Oh, Hey! HEY! Yo! Hey!"

Sharron’s attention is taken from the waitress as she spots her classmate. Half standing up in her seat and leaning in a rather impolite fashion in front of the waitress she loudly calls out to her and makes a large wave at the girl.

A bit uncomfortable, and now self-concious of his lisp, he tries to cover it up by looking "creepy"

"I made them out of some dental acrylic and monomer."

Ouch. Went ghetto there, didn't ya? At least you did a decent job. Personally, I recommend using Scarecrow brand fangs. You ever seen Blade Trinity? Yea. They use Scarecrow brand. Not bad. About thirty bucks and you get a modling kit so you don't have to bother with any of that adhesive crap. Downside is those little things are sharp. I've torn up my lip so many times....

James moves his hands through his huge pockets looking for his little tiny fang holder. After pulling it out, he pops the two top fangs in, and the two bottom fangs.
Bleh! Shee? Much more reawistic.
James takes them out, and returns three of them to the case. He shows one to Richard, and shows how they mold to fit the teeth underneath.
I have enough extra molding compound to let you have enough to affix your teeth. Want some? By the way, names James.
James holds out his hand for a handshake.

"Uhg, what a place to be stuck at 10 pm." Erin thinks to herself as she returns from the bathroom. "At least this'll give me a chance to look over some of my newest shots." "I can't believe that mom and dad aren't home. I could have sworn I talked to th...Eh? Who's that?" Erin gives a halfhearted smile and a little wave to this mystery girl and returns to her seat in the smoking section. She lights a Djarm as she spread her most recent work across the table in front of her. Looking it all over and feeling quite proud, one photo catches her interest. Picking it up, she holds it next to the girl that gave her the wave. "A perfect match," Erin thinks as she takes a drag. "What's she doing way out here?"