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exsiliumlogs2012-12-15 05:41 pm
arollingstone) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-15 05:41 pm
OPEN
Date & Time: December 15th, during the zombie apocalypse rigamarole
Location: Up a tree, where else
Characters: TJ and whoever wants to join him up there!
Summary: TJ's no fighter, but he's not always the most sensible either. A normal walk turned into a scramble up one of Exsilium's "trees". There's not much left to do but wait it out, smoke a joint, and keep an eye out for salvation. Care to join him for a smoke at the end of the world?
[TJ wasn't exactly a warrior; not unless it was in a quote off of the content-edited version of Road Warrior they used to play in the old West Coast Video he hung out in as a kid. Needless to say, zombie uprisings weren't in his line of work or expertise. During the unfortunate period where he'd handled a gun for his daily bread, he shot rarely and the targets were pretty decidedly alive.
But he's a guy who likes a walk when he fancies one, zombies or no zombies. It took a band of what must've been ten of them to finally eliminate 'artful dodgery' as a feasible escape plan. One of the spiny, petrified trees served as shitty cover, but at least it was high. TJ scrambled up the trunk, gangly limbs scrambling to find purchase on the thinner, high branches. It was safe, sturdy, and for the first time, TJ could look out on the city for himself. The lily wasn't exactly gilded during their debrief upon arrival, but it was sure as hell better than this.
TJ reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a joint. No time like the present to get take a more elevated view on things.]
Location: Up a tree, where else
Characters: TJ and whoever wants to join him up there!
Summary: TJ's no fighter, but he's not always the most sensible either. A normal walk turned into a scramble up one of Exsilium's "trees". There's not much left to do but wait it out, smoke a joint, and keep an eye out for salvation. Care to join him for a smoke at the end of the world?
[TJ wasn't exactly a warrior; not unless it was in a quote off of the content-edited version of Road Warrior they used to play in the old West Coast Video he hung out in as a kid. Needless to say, zombie uprisings weren't in his line of work or expertise. During the unfortunate period where he'd handled a gun for his daily bread, he shot rarely and the targets were pretty decidedly alive.
But he's a guy who likes a walk when he fancies one, zombies or no zombies. It took a band of what must've been ten of them to finally eliminate 'artful dodgery' as a feasible escape plan. One of the spiny, petrified trees served as shitty cover, but at least it was high. TJ scrambled up the trunk, gangly limbs scrambling to find purchase on the thinner, high branches. It was safe, sturdy, and for the first time, TJ could look out on the city for himself. The lily wasn't exactly gilded during their debrief upon arrival, but it was sure as hell better than this.
TJ reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a joint. No time like the present to get take a more elevated view on things.]
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Hi there! I hope you don't mind some company.
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Run into Dorothy in that tornado, man? [He took a drag, cherry illuminating his face orange for a moment.] You don't look so good.
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[He gestured vaguely to the expansive though ultimately depressing view of the city. The zombie infestation wasn't really an improvement .]
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[Without preamble, he offered the joint to his new tree-partner. No expectations, just a simple offer.]
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He does laugh at the remark though.] I suppose it could always be worse, eh? And you'll probably need that more than I will. So do you know if zombie outbreaks are common here? I'm still somewhat new here.