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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Wrong...

It is not a good thing Rer has not joined us yet.

If it didn't make me cry I'd smite you just for holding out this long.

We could always use more crazy... it makes Olan's job just that much more interesting!


Posted on 2010-10-01 at 17:46:12.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)

ditto... happy birthday to the little guy. The zoo and the park, such a good daddy.


Posted on 2010-10-01 at 16:11:47.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Assistance...

I think that was supposed to read something along these lines:

'Curse player knowledge when it defeates my plans due to the fact that it does not align with character knowledge. Is there any chance those pills will fall out of her bag anytime soon so Alaster would be aware of them?'



Posted on 2010-10-01 at 13:56:38.

Topic: Hi ^__^
Subject: Ohhh...

I smell cinnamon now!

God'nabbit! I'm pregnant! Don't restrict me to just the lasgna. Bring enough for everyone Eol! Sheesh!

Well... everyone but Grugg.

You aren't supposed to feed the Grugg, you've been warned rogue, don't say you haven't been.


Posted on 2010-09-30 at 20:36:39.

Topic: Hi ^__^
Subject: *drool*

Lasagna... ohhh... meat sauce and gooey cheese all baked between those perfect layers of squiggly noodles...

Ohh... um... new person!

Sorry Eol distracted me. Welcome welcome!

And yeah he is right, you've been face licked, no need to be shy now, you're part of elite club!

Glad you found us, hope to see you around!


Posted on 2010-09-30 at 20:31:13.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: *shrug*

I dunno... taking this one week at a time. Had a moment so thought I would post something. Can't promise much but I am trying...

And Steel... gimme a break... Got some back posting to get done, and I'm going with the concept that Halia has been rather tired with this whole thing since Divot died. She's lost alot in this endeavor and gained little... all of the groups conversation that doesn't get them to the end seems pointless to her.


Posted on 2010-09-30 at 15:37:20.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Ohh... look who it is!

Halia sighed a little bit, glanced down at her cat.

They talk all too much don't they?

A feline smile seemed to be sent to her in response. She gave a slight nod in further agreement then turned her blue eyes to the door.

Concentrating and letting the petty arguments over leadership and the childish banter the group flung constantly at each other fade into the background she concentrated on the dispell spell.

The words fell quietly from her lips and she waited for it to work or fail miserably.

Posted on 2010-09-30 at 14:49:47.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Drugs?

No she hasn't secretly taken anything. She's just lost it. And who said the kid was actually her son?

And yeah... I wouldn't expect much help from her in combat at the moment... unless of course 'Josh' is being threatened.

Giving her drugs though might be a good idea, too bad no one knows she has a whole stash in her bag.

We shall see what happens. We shall see...


Posted on 2010-09-30 at 13:40:49.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I'm going to pretend I don't get that...


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 20:33:28.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Heading to safety?

“Shhh… I know baby… it’s okay though… it’s okay…” Amber whispered in a soft tone to the limp figure in her arms as she rubbed his back.

When Murph’s hand lightly laid itself on her shoulder she paused and looked back at him, eyes loaded with tears. “Amber… this way babe…”

She looked at him a little, hearing the sympathy in his voice, and then nodded. Her feet shifted directions and she slowly started heading to where the rest of their little broken down band was walking.

“Where… where are we going?”

“The harbor, hopefully we can find someplace quiet there to rest up.”

Behind the tears her eyes were growing more and more void. She nodded. “Okay. I… I hurt my leg… my foot…” she paused a moment as her brow furrowed as if she was trying to decide what body part was actually in pain, then gave up with a slight shrug, “when I fell… hurts…”

Amber could read the curse that flashed through Murph’s mind on his face, “Can you make it a few more blocks?”

“I can… it’s not… not that bad… but… Joshua is tired… cold too…” she paused here to turn her lips to the dead child, placing them in another kiss on his forehead, then smoothed her cheek against it, as mother’s will do to check the temperature of their children. “I hope he isn’t sick…”

"I'm sure he'll be fine, baby... we all just need some rest, I think... come on…" she did not have to look into his eyes to see how shattered they were, his voice betrayed him well enough.

Something happened… he was getting so close… now… he’s pulled back…

But her mind refused to focus on what had happened. Instead an easy explanation floated to the top of her thoughts like oil in water.

Jealous. I have Josh back and he’s jealous I can’t give him all my attentions…

Joshua is dead.
another, mockingly rational, voice spoke up from the darkness.

She pressed the child even closer, as if to protect him from some illness, or thought, with the proximity of her own body and continued walking in the direction Murph had pointed her in.

Let me have him a little longer… just a little longer please God…

Posted on 2010-09-29 at 19:39:06.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Whoo!

It's contagious! The insanity is contagious!


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:52:23.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:50:54.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Whoo

'More combat ready folks on the "outside" with the infirm and/or temporarily insane in the middle...'

Give Amber a gun! She'll be combat ready! Gun gun! She want's a gun!



Posted on 2010-09-29 at 18:46:51.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I wish I could dispute that, but it's true...


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 17:21:51.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:53:27.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ummm...

Eol... I think the Shakespeare dude just called us very vain... perhaps even narcissistic.



Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:52:39.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: *pets Eol*

He's so fluffy...


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:32:49.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Soo...

I believe we are all in agreement (for once): 'To the harbor!'


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 16:21:21.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: OMG

I feel almost bad taking the win from that one...

Beautiful work.


Posted on 2010-09-29 at 13:50:52.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: loonie toonies?

Come on... Amber's not crazy... she's just...

Aww hell who am I trying to kid? She's completely lost it.

Loving Brian's accent though


Posted on 2010-09-28 at 23:46:36.

Topic: I guess it's time...
Subject: You know...

I'm never sure if Ody's puns deserve smites for how terrible they are, or applauds for the fact that he can always come up with one...


Posted on 2010-09-28 at 21:39:59.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: No one but you...

or wait... me now!

Keep trying.


Posted on 2010-09-28 at 21:38:30.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Well...

I was actually saying Tigger's were, but you are a close cousin.

Oh... and you can never stop us!


Posted on 2010-09-28 at 16:59:25.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: You know...

you should try slathering your neck in extract of malt, that will keep the Roo's away.

Although it might attract other, larger and more dangerous creatures.


Posted on 2010-09-28 at 15:01:21.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Maternal Instincts

Until Tom stepped into her plane of vision and firmly shouted her name she had only seen the passionate red of anger and grief that was now and then flashed with a bright light as the hatchet she swung hit the shield stopping it from reaching its goal.

“Amber! Stop!” His voice seared through the hysteria for a moment and she looked at his face, flushed, covered in sweat and blood, his eyes fixed intently on her seemingly panicked slightly and concerned under their outward firm resolve. A mixture that was manifesting itself as anger.

The swing of the hatchet stopped above her shoulder for a moment and briefly her dark eyes flashed with some understanding that she was not being rational. Pain surged up her right leg as that realization tried to take hold, and the body in her arms suddenly expressed its weight.

Not just a body... Joshua... Joshua Allen Klein

Her eyes pulled off Tom's only long enough to catch the dark curls pressed close to her cheek and rationality began to slip again.

"No! Get out of my way Tom!" Her arm tightened further around the tiny limp body and she started to bring her other arm back into the arc it had started before. "Out of my way or I'll take you down too, I swear to God!"

Heartsick, Murph watched Amber’s hold on the dead toddler tighten as she glanced at the dark curls that hung from it’s tiny skull… he knew what she was thinking… understood how she had been led to think it… and tried not to think it, himself… That’s not Joshua… Please, God, don’t let it be him…

When her dark eyes came back to his, he offered her a faint shake of his head in response to her threat. “You do what you need to do,” he said flatly, “I’m not movin’, Amber… I’m not lettin’ you do this… to him or yourself…” Murph’s mind registered the backswing on the hatchet even if his eyes never left Amber’s face and, nearly as quickly as he could think it, he caught her arm before it could release that chambered strike, and held it tight.

She gave him a half hearted struggle for control of the weapon, but her strength was waning. Her arm stopped locked in his grip midair.

“Listen to me,” he almost growled the words as he stepped in closer to her, doing his best to keep the axe from swinging… he didn’t want to but, just then, he made himself look into the pitiful face of the toddler that she carried – he had to be sure before he said anything more…

She followed his gaze. The boy's head swiveled back lifelessly and revealed the flushed and slightly bloated face. His eyes were closed, blood gathered at the edges of his lips and puss gathered in creases in his chubby cheeks.

“That’s not our Joshua, baby,” he insisted, his tone a bit softer but no less firm, “This man didn’t kill our Joshua…”

Tears boiled up in her eyes as her fingers relaxed and let the hatchet fall out of her grip. Letting it fall aimlessly like she had the crowbar earlier in the day. Using what strength she had left she pulled her arm free of his grip and supported the toddler's head, pulling him closer as she closed her eyes and placed a tender kiss to the corpse's forehead.

“Mine... he's always been mine... my Joshua...” her voice lowered from the murderous hysteria it had held a moment before and fell towards pitiful grief.

As Amber let go of the hatchet and the tears in her eyes welled in her eyes, Murph, too, fought against the anguish of the moment. The perceived loss and the all too real grief that exuded from her in heart-wrenching waves crashed into and around him as he relinquished his grip and, for just a moment, let her cradle the twice-dead toddler; his own hands held open and away from her to show that he wasn’t going to try to snatch the kid from her or anything. His lower lip trembled a bit as he watched her, and his eyes stung more than a little as he tried to hold his own tears at bay… even if the pathetic little thing in her arms wasn’t truly her son, Murph imagined, Amber needed this moment to tell the boy she was sorry… that she missed him… that she loved him… whatever she needed to say and do to get her to a point where she might at least try to listen to him.

“Okay,” he conceded after a moment, his tone softer still, “Okay. Yours. You’re right, Amber… Josh is yours… always has been… always will be… but,” he swallowed a lump in his throat and allowed his hands to move toward her again… one tentatively (but, still, warmly) coming to rest on her shoulder and gently pulling her closer to him as the other hand – and he almost shivered when it happened – found it’s way to the toddler’s head and forlornly, almost apologetically, stroked the dark curls that hung from it, “But this… this isn’t Josh, Amber…

…It looks like him, I know… But it isn’t, baby… I promise you it’s not…”

God, please… tell me it’s not, he begged even as he continued to reel Amber and the dead boy in, don’t let me be lying to her, now… not over this…

“Come here,” he continued, his voice softening even more, now, as his arm wrapped around her and the other slipped from the toddler’s head to cradle the limp thing’s back. The tears were harder to hold back, now, as he held Amber and the dead boy just as he had held Jenny and Mickey close to him just before he deployed… like a family… “I want you to look at him, Amber,” he almost whispered, then, “really look at him, okay? And you’ll see that this is not Joshua… Do those look like clothes you ever bought him? Do those look like anything he had at your brother’s house…”

Murph was hoping against hope that the answers would be ‘no’…

Murph would get the answer he hoped for but not in the way he had hoped for it. Reality had begun to unravel when the riots had broken out and it was getting harder and harder to grasp ahold of the frayed edges. Besides, what if the insanity was easier to deal with?

Tom was holding her and the child, as Daniel should have. Tom had never even met her son and yet he seemed to care more about the boy than his real father had. But... but something was wrong about the situation, because Tom was trying to convince her that the child in her arms was not Josh. She listened to the arguments. The answers that came to mind when he did tied her closer to reality, and told her that he was probably right. But reality was a dark coarse cloth that held so little hope and even less answers.

Willfully she let that tenuous grasp on the truth slip. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook her head. "No... no..."

One of the arms wrapped around the boy let go of him to push Tom back. "No... you can't take him from me. He came back to me out of the shadows... I won't let you take him from me. Mine I tell you."

Stepping back from him she held onto the body tightly and fixed her dark raved eyes on everyone that had gathered around, no doubt being the center of attention now. "None of you will." She said firmly.

Her next move was to bend down, grabbing her bag by the strap and hauling it up over her free shoulder, and then with sensibility that was too complete (and perhaps more frightening therefore) considering the fact that she was now carrying a dead toddler in her arms turned and started walking in the direction the knight had suggested they go. She limped slightly as she went, favoring her right leg and leaving a bloody foot print on pavement as she went. The hatchet gleamed in the patch of sunlight she had found, left behind with a few other items that spilled out of her bag when she fell.

Pushed away.

Murph thought as Amber shoved him back.

She had started to come back, he thought, at one point… seemed to understand that what he had told her was truth… but, she didn’t want to hold on to the reality of it any longer than it took to see it for what it was. Right now, none of his talking would matter… nothing he could do would matter. Right now, Amber needed this escape from one nightmare into another, for some reason, and it was going to take more time than they had to convince her otherwise. After she told them in no uncertain terms that no one would be taking the child from her, Murph watched her gather up her things, situate the lifeless toddler on her hip, and start to walk away…

Story of my life, he sighed inwardly, watching her for a moment…

At least she’s movin’, Sarge. That’s somethin’…

…Murph’s gaze fell away from Amber and found her hatchet where it had been dropped at his feet. Yeah… somethin’, he answered through the sick sludge of memories from another life that overlapped the surreal moments of this one… He stooped to retrieve the axe…

C’mon, Sarge… don’t let that crap start gettin’ to ya, now… I mean…what? Did ya think there was gonna be some kinda ‘ride off into the sunset’ moment comin’ outta all this?

…He turned, then, and reached for where he’d dropped the SLP. I don’t know what I thought, he replied, his gaze flicking back to Amber, momentarily, as he shouldered the shotgun…

S#!^! You’ll be lucky if any of you make it til sunset. Forget any kinda ridin’ into it…

Tom Murphy’s eyes found the others, one by one, then… Father Ted, Emily, Mac, Alaster… then, flicked back towards the grocery store for an instant before coming back to the ‘knight’ who had appeared to rescue Amber from the tiny zombie she now carried. “My people need some quiet,” he said simply, forgoing any introductions or other pleasantries for the moment, “If you know some place we can do that, lead on…” he gestured towards the retreating woman with the twice-dead boy at her hip. “If not, we’re headin’ for the harbor and you’re welcome to come along…”

((OOC: Figure that Murph will take the wheelbarrow back, at this point, and either follow the Knight to whereever he was planning on going or, per the groups most recent plan, continue on to the harbor... And so long as no one tries to interfere with her taking the corpse along Amber will follow quietly.))

Posted on 2010-09-28 at 14:55:51.
Edited on 2010-09-28 at 15:00:09 by Eol Fefalas


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