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(RP, again.) Dead Rising 2: The Return -
08-29-2006, 05:15 PM
Inspired by Dead Rising.
~~ So, you're a freelance photographer, eh? Well, guess what.. You found the worst place EVER to get a job. A mall. Not your average one. This one's INFESTED with zombies. Well, will be in any case. So.. You can use anything you like. Frying pans. Food. Pie. Traffic cones. Anything on hand? USE IT, DAMMIT! ~~ Usual rules apply. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool     |
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08-29-2006, 05:38 PM
It is very safe to say that Liberty Emerald or as she prefered to be called, Libby, was not in a good mood. Her annoying boss had woke her up at "SIX IN THE FREAKING MORNING!" to give her some wuss job. ANd she knew it was just an excuse to stare at her t*ts because that obese guy was a bloody pervy git.
And then she got assigned for a teammate Nicky Sanchez, the boss's son. The guy you love to hate, because he's just like his dad. But, she had to relax now. Anyways, there they were in some backwater hick town in Colarado. Nick in slacks, some fancy italian shirt and lugging the heavy stuff, while whining above his spikes getting mussed. Libby herself was wearing blue denim jeans, washed out with age, a white shirt with several gun and photography club membership badges, feet clad in trainers. Her dark blonde hair was tied up, forest green eyes hid under a fringe of dyed green tips. Her trusty camera around her neck, notepad, pens, guns, ammo and everything else in her rucksack, she was ready for this freaking job. Her words, not mine. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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08-29-2006, 05:41 PM
A girl was already sitting in the helicopter, the headset on and a book in her hand. She looked remotely Mexican, with dark dark brown hair and almost black eyes. Her nails were painted a deep blue, with small golden glitters, and her clothes were a simple blouse.
Her name was Isabella Keyes; she'd been involved in another incident involving a photographer and wanted to help, just in case. I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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08-29-2006, 05:44 PM
"Liiiiiibbs," Nicky whined, "I don't WANNA carry this stuff. It's HEEEEEAVY!"
Liberty snarled at him, "LIBBY! LIBERTY! NOT LIBBS!!" "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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08-29-2006, 05:46 PM
"You two getting your backsides in 'r not?" She looked at them, sighing. "I can hear you clear through the headphones."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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08-29-2006, 05:49 PM
Isabella smiled a bit. "You won't have to. Trust me."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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08-29-2006, 05:51 PM
"Yeah. If we fly over Carcer on the way back, I can throw him to the last of the zombies in InfectiaMinus.
 "Ooc: InfectiaMinus is the new name for Infectia, because it's been reduced to quarter its size of before. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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08-29-2006, 05:54 PM
Isabella laughed somewhat, and went back to reading her book, still smiling.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION. DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION. THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END... Tool |
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08-29-2006, 05:56 PM
"F*cking zombies," Liberty muttered, "My great-granny spent most her life fighting them."
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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