zombies!

[buzz buzz] 1. IC posts: 10 minutes or less. Declares and rolls: 3 minutes or less unless you are waiting on me to answer a question.
2. Ask your questions in the chat. It's possible someone there can answer faster than me. I r n00bcakes.
3. There is no posting order, but post once for every post I make unless I tell you otherwise.
4. PM me now if you have any Uncrossable Lines and/or Exploitable Flaws.
5. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
6. Gimme a minute to throw up an intro post. ee!
(ground rules essentially stolen from Veracity)

[buzz buzz] Darkness.

At first that's all there is. The dark, and the smell. It's the smell of people, of perfume and cologne, of food cooked, of places and things and people. There's a sense of the press of people, bodies crammed together in a room. The smell of fear. Of human waste. And over all of it, the smell of death and decay.

It's disorienting, the darkness. And the night started off so pleasant. Out for a stroll, for dinner in a different part of town, meeting a client or searching for a fight, the three kinfolk were out on the streets, minding their own business when disaster struck. Out of the night came hands grabbing, fists pounding. It was sudden, there was no time to fight, or there was and they were overpowered.

And now they're here, in a room, with other people. Despite the press of other humans it's cold, so cold. They're like meat in a locker.

After a time, they realize the darkness is only imagined. They open their eyes to a white room crammed with humans. Maybe this place was sterile once. There is the operating table. Over there are cabinets that were once filled with objects of healing. They're empty now. There are reddish stains on the floor, where blood was spilled.

To the east is a set of double doors, designed for a gurney surrounded by medical staff to fit through. To the west is a smaller, single door. Both are sealed.

The need to get out, to get free, to survive is strong. They need to get out, because whatever happens in this room is bound to be unpleasant.

[you have all of your personal effects on you, bags, purses, wallets, what have you. Go!]

[Alexander] Alexander would have been one of those that went down fighting. Chances are it took a long time to subdue him, if all they used were fists; chances also are they used more than fists. One good jab with a sedative and the aggressive kinsman would've been down like a ton of bricks. His resistance to such things is no stronger than a human's.

He wakes up the same way he went down, though: fighting. Alexander lurches up off the floor, or gurney, or table, or whatever the fuck he's on with a sudden yell, leaping to his feet and slamming his fists into whoever the fuck was unfortunate enough to be in his way -- three times, rapid succession, a sharp and brutal crack of bone on bone.

Only afterward, possibly with someone now bleeding at his feet, does the kinsman take the time to look around. His chest heaves with short, sharp huffs of breath. His eyes are glazed and glaring. He sways on his feet.

"What the fuck," he spits. "What the fuck is this."

[Genevre de Provence] Genevre would be the same, a fighter all the way down, kicking, screaming, and biting. She slowly wakes up and looks around. First, she has a look of disgust. She got to her feet and quickly wiped herself down. "Merde!" Then she quickly looks about and grabs her purse. First thing she tries is the cell, and no signal. Next comes the gun. She was pissed.

"Which one of you son a bitches brought me 'ere!?"

[buzz buzz] Alex's victim is a young woman, her plain face made no prettier to look at now that her nose is broken and her face is washed with blood. She crumples to the ground. No one moves to help her. Instead they all step back. About twenty people are crammed into the smallish operating room, and they all stare at Alex sullenly, warily.

[Jeff Pyeon]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Danicka Musil] Fighting and screaming.

They'd had to get to her before she got to her gun, before she got her fingernails in their eyes. They'd had to get to her before she got the attention of all of Chicago on her. And then they'd hit her with a single sharp blow to the right part of her head and she was down, going limp into someone's waiting arms.

And now she's coming to, sucking in a sharp breath as a hard fist cracks into a young woman nearby and Genevre is swearing in French.

Danicka's eyes fall closed, she exhales, then reaches into her purse and pulls out a nine millimeter. She begins loading it, wordless.

[Jeff Pyeon] "Whoa, dude," he says, frowning as he moves to help the plain girl up; he's hazy-groggy, and wonders what the fuck was in that drink he'd had at the bar with his client. "I'm sorry, lady," he says, and he's not the warmest, most comforting of sorts, but it's something. She's helped to a place against the wall, somewhere to sit, and then Jeff goes about his exploring, very carefully ignoring the more horrific (to him) elements as he goes.

There's shit in a corner. Literal shit. The place smells, the people smell, and he worries for the state of his shoes.
It's all about the shoes.

"None of them brought you here," he says, to both Genevere and Danicka (who are unknown but have been seen) and Alex (who he remembers more clearly). "They're as clueless as we are, and mostly terrified. Jesus fuck, it stinks in here." He's agitated in ways he can't explain; had it been clean, sterile, he'd be dealing better. "We have two options, as I see it, to get the fuck out of here. We pick the lock on the changing room door, or we bust through the double doors."

There's a pause then, and a breath taken that has Jeff immediately coughing and trying not to gag; for all that he sounds calm, his eyes are wide, wilder than they've probably ever been in his life.

"I like your thinking, lady," he says, all for Danicka.

[Alexander] "What the..." Alex starts again for lack of response, only to fall silent. A wave of residual dizziness and nausea has him slumping back against a cabinet with a hollow thump. He rubs his eye with the heel of his hand, then bends to put his hands on his knees. A sharp shake of his head. Another. Then he lifts it to glare at Jeff.

"And how the hell do you know so much?" he barks, accusatory. He straightens up and heads for the double doors, presumably to kick 'em in.

[Genevre de Provence] Genevre is holding a compact semi-automatic Smith & Wesson .45 ACP Chief’s Special in her hands. She looks around as her head clears up more, and sees Danicka. "Danicka!" In her french tones. She quickly moves to the Lord kin's side.

[Danicka Musil] "It's not that hard to figure out, you overcaffeinated prick," Danicka says flatly when Alex demands to know how Jeff knows anything at all. Her hands are shaking. Loading her firearm takes more than a couple of seconds, but the motions are still bizarrely practiced for a woman who looks so... soft. Her eyes flick up and over at Genevre. She sighs an exhale, then looks at Jeff.

"Who are you?"

[Jeff Pyeon] "Wait," he says to Alex, and it's not quite a command but in tones very used to telling people what to do and getting what he wants - he's the boss-man of his own company, after all. "You go half-cocked and you're gonna fuck shit up for everybody. Fucking think, man."

There's a split second, and then he's looking at Danicka, answering her question. "Jeff Pyeon. I'd give you a card, but this isn't the time or the place." He'd been classy, practiced, once inside at Thanksgiving, but now he's all rust belt blue collar - stress does bring out one's true colors rather quickly.

[Alexander] "If you're not going to help," Alex snaps over his shoulder, "then fuck off." And he rears back and slams his boot into the door.

[Danicka Musil] "Genevre," Danicka says, as Alex goes about kicking the door, "see if you can open that smaller door. Mr. Pyeon, I think if I try to help Alexander Fuckwit I'll be of absolutely no use. If the two of you work together you might be able to get it, though."

[Genevre de Provence] "You will be alright?" She asked Danicka. But she nods anyhow, and goes to the single door, getting just close enough , but not too close, that she knows she'll hit the lock. And aims her gun.

[Danicka Musil] The blonde closes her eyes for a moment, fights her gag reflex, then says flatly: "Have you even tried the handle yet, Genevre?"

[Jeff Pyeon] "Are you fucking kidding me." Eyes widen as he watches Genevre. "There are people in here. Reach in your little purse, find your fucking nail file, and pick the lock." And with that, he does go to help Alex. Or . . . at least to be there if alarms go off and shit hits the fan.

[Genevre de Provence] "Merde" She mutters. She just wanted out, and figured one of these other 20 people might have tried it already. But what the hell. She then snaps a look at Jeff, and points the gun at him instead. "'Ow about I just shoot you instead so we can all think clearer instead of listening to your constant mouth?" She turns away, gun as well, and tries the door to see if it is locked.

[buzz buzz] [The door is locked]

[Genevre de Provence] She gives off a scream of frustration, and snaps at Jeff. "You 'appy now? I checked, it's locked. I'm a fucking lawyer, not a damn picklock! You open it!"

[Alexander] "Hey lady," Alexander shouts from across the room, "if you can't help, then SHUT THE FUCK UP."

[buzz buzz] [doot dee doo]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Danicka Musil] When Genevre turns and points her gun at Jeff, Danicka pauses. Her smaller gun is pointed at the ground, the safety on. She considers for a moment, then walks over to the Silver Fang, gingerly avoiding people as well as pools of blood and piles of excrement. When she gets beside the other woman, she reaches into her purse, the strap slung across her chest. What she takes out is wrapped in her fist.

And then stabbed into Genevre's arm.

[Danicka Musil] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence] ((Inits

+5))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[buzz buzz] [Bob
+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[buzz buzz] [Tom
+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Alexander] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] (*LMAO* +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] The kinfolk are doing what they do best, making a commotion, and drawing attention to themselvse.

No one seems to have noticed that it only took two kicks for Alex to bust open the double doors. The twenty or so others in the room are crowded together against the wall. No one tries to escape once the passage is clear.

Genevre shouts in frustration, words are shouted. And someone hears them.

Not thirty seconds after Alex gives them an avenue of escape, it's blocked by two men. They're stocky, no bigger than Alex. They stop at the doorway and look inside. Some of the twenty clamp hands over their own or each other's mouths, hoping that if they don't scream they won't draw the attention of the men.

Who are looking into the room with blank, lifeless, rheumy eyes. They make no noise, but instead flank the door, getting ready to close it on the humans.

[Round One: FIGHT!

Alex : 13
Genevre : 13
Danicka : 9
Tom : 7
Bob : 7
Jeff : 5
declare in reverse!]

[Jeff Pyeon] "Stay. fucking. quiet." It's hissed, low, over his shoulder for the girls as much as for Alex next to him. Quite intent, he moves just slightly to see if that draws blind-looking eyes, and if not, he tries to get out between them.

That it only took two kicks to open the door only registers now, but Jeff is more concerned with getting the fuck out.

And his shoes.

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Close the door

Tom
Grab Jeff]

[Danicka Musil] [1a. 3RB at Tom]

[Genevre de Provence] ((Shoot Tom))

[Alexander] (a. grab bob
b. introduce bob's head to wall)

[Alexander] a. grapple! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Alexander] b. BASH. -3 dice, -2 diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5 (Failure at target 5)

[Genevre de Provence] ((Shooting Tom)) ((Dex 2 + firearms 2 Diff 6)) ((Add WP))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Genevre de Provence] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 4 (Botch x 2 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Danicka Musil] [1a. Dex + Firearms + 3RB]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Failure at target 7)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
grab Jeff: str + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] ((GTFO))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[buzz buzz] [Bob
break grapple

Tom
Toss Jeff into the room]

[Danicka Musil] [1a. SHADOW LORDS DON'T FAIL. Second verse, same as the first.]

[Genevre de Provence] ((SHoot TOM again))

[Alexander] (a. BASH
b. TWICE)

[Alexander] a. -2!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Alexander] damage +2 +3
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Bob
SOAK]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Alexander] b. -3!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Alexander] damage +2 +2
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence] ((SHooting))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Genevre de Provence] Dam
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Danicka Musil] [1a]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]

[Danicka Musil] [That's what I thought.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
Tossing Jeff: dex + ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Resist grapple: str + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] (Bitch messed my suit, I'mma cut a bitch (elbow to squishy))

HAIL KAHSEENO
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Alexander]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] (GTFO, take 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Grab Alex

Tom
Shut door in Jeff's face]

[Danicka Musil] [Fine. We'll try shooting Bob instead. 3 times. Quickly.]

[Genevre de Provence] ((Shooting TOM yet again))

[Alexander] (a. punch bob
b. again
c. and kick him for good measure!)

[Alexander] -3
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Alexander] 1
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander] -4
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander] -5!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Alexander] str+1
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence] ((Just fucking die!!))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Genevre de Provence] Dam
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Danicka Musil] [dex + firearms + 3rb]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Danicka Musil] [4 + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[buzz buzz] [Tom
Closes door, Jeff now at increased diff to escape]

[buzz buzz] [Bob
Grab Alex: str + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Jeff Pyeon] (I AM NOT STEPPING IN MORE BLOOD AND SHIT, MOTHER FUCKERS)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Danicka Musil] [PAWS]

[Alexander] [FOLDED ONES]