Los Autómata-RP

Spirit Wolf · Los Autómata-RP

1:00 AM.

Rico was playing darts, like he always does when the bar is closed. The only people in were the regulars. The bar itself was pretty big. It had 18 tables, 20 seats at the bar, a small stage for bands, a dart board, an area to dance, a jukebox, and a big 72' plasma screen T.V. There were several posters here and there of famous rock bands, like AC/DC and Led Zepplin. The Jukebox was currently playing Paradise City by Guns n' Roses. All in all, pretty quiet.

ginpu

((Going to assume I am good to go then, although the bar isn't full of exactly regulars, since this is her first time here.))

Kagami sat at the bar piecing through the paper. Every time she had another drink she would further scrutinize the ads, making mental notes to herself about how she could have done better and how the other artists need more training. She had already read the funnies several times, but each time they seemed to have gotten funnier. She had been so single minded she didn't even realize the time, but for some reason the music coming from the jukebox disrupted her concentration. She never was a fan of GN'R.

Spirit Wolf

((You had the best char sheet. I'd be retarded to say you can't be here

And what do you mean you don't like GN'R??? ))

Demecas

-Rein comes thru the back dressed in a tight black shirt pulling her hand guns from under the counter, and straps them back to her thighs. she is wearing low cut Jeans and pair of black high healed boots. She looks up from the bar seeing Rico.-

Well it looks like it as a decent day Rico. I hope I Didn't scar off to many of the customers.

-winks at him in a joking manner, as she was forced to throw out several rowdy customers. walking over to the table and sitting down with a rum and coke she made herself. across from the agitated customer.-

You sure have a lot of opinions darlin. Why not just relax a bit. I'm not gonna throw you out.

-giggles at her own statement.-

Though I really wonder why they were so rowdy tonight. I haven't seen someone but some like that before. and all the blood. I'm just glad I bring changes of clothing.

-looks at Rico-

You have any ideas. I mean what the hell was that all about?

BlackBlade

(12:35) (Sorry first current day one in awhile, I have too.)

CJ killed the lights as he neared the highway, he looked both ways and eased onto the highway. His radar and laser detector were showing that all was clear. He smiled as slammed the petal to the floor. There was no screch of tires only a loud metal thunk.............. as the traction control keep the wheel from sliping as the car raced forward. CJ was letting all 320+ horses lose was going 85 mph before he slammed it into 4th gear. He was pushing 160 as flicked on the intercooler's water pump and steped on it again the turbo whined and the Black WRX STi hit 185 mph. The city came into view but CJ was more concerned about the radar detector going off. "Shit" CJ slammed it into 3rd threw the e-brake and stepped on the brake. The ABS comp. with help from the TC slowed the car down to 70 just in time. CJ did the speed limit the rest of the way into the city. He was tired, hungry, thirsty and low on gas. He deiced to stop at a bar first, he needed something to drink. CJ walked into the bar and looked at his watch it was 1:02 am. I made good time

Spirit Wolf

Well, they did have 2 Diablo Bebe's. You know, that mix my dad was famous for? They were plenty out of it. Meh, who cares? I just want to have some peace. He throws the last dart. 5 darts in all, dead center. Then he walks over to the bar and picks the remote up. Then spots CJ. Hey man, what kinda shit you in now?

BlackBlade

"I've just been puttin' the STi through it's gears. The way it accelerates, you're doin' 80 from the back seat." *CJ takes a seat at the bar. And puts a $50 bill down* "You know what I like."

Spirit Wolf

Right, but none of that shit here, alright? He gets some drinks and mixes them. Yo! One Cuban Barracuda. Sets it in front of CJ.

BlackBlade

"Aw man, I got 50 in the back" *CJ stared at the drink then gulped it down. then looks at the TV.* "Anything good on tonight?"

Dr. Salem

Sam's arm pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the main portion of the bar. He gave a low yawn before stepping back to the stool he had sat on before he went into the bathroom with his drink in front of the stool. Sam picked up his beer and took and large drink of it. When he put the drink down, a large amount of fizz remained on his upper lip that his tongue licked clean quickly.

(A drug dealer and a cop in the same bar... not a good combination. BB, watch out.)

Spirit Wolf

((It isn't going to be a problem for much longer))

Rico flips on the T.V. The news is on and it's talking about some people going mad and attacking others in the streets. What the hell?

That's right Chris, people seem to have gone mad and... OH MY GOD! HELP! The reporter is being attacked and so is the camera crew. You see a face that looks like it's dead. Then the feed stops, and all you see and hear is the Anchorman saying Rachel over and over.

Durandal

((If you are easily offended by racist opinions, I insist you read no further to save yourself unnecessary agitation. This is a part of my character, and I’m not going to shy away from it for the sake of politically correct execution of this work of literature. Please, do not associate the opinions of the author with any expressed by the character. Thanks.))

Mathew Everton swallowed a belch and suppressed a grimace. Something told him his body wasn't so happy about his attempts to drown any emotions still clinging to his bedraggled mind. He snorted at that thought and ended up coughing around phlegm. Emotions suck, was his conclusion, and as though to prove his point he took another swig of the… actually he wasn’t really sure what drink he had ordered this time. It tasted- well it didn’t really matter how it tasted. It burned as it went down, and that was what he wanted, demanded actually, from his beverages; anything that would promise him the sweet release of drunken bliss.

Viewed from outside, the life of this Mathew Everton could be described rather efficiently by a single statement: coming rapidly to its end. This observation, although bleak would prove in the days ahead to be very true. Mathew’s work had been his life, his purpose for allowing the continuance of his existence amongst the other inhabitants of the city he had grown to both love and hate. Called to the construction business, Mathew “Boulder” Everton was a man who thrived under the pressures of contracts and the harsh conditions at the job site. They were what kept him going through the pain that had inevitably come his way over the years and had, in fact, changed him thoroughly. He no longer resembled many people’s vision of beauty. His arms, his hands, his head, his right leg… they all bore testament to his dedication, and no amount of hardship could keep him from getting behind a jackhammer or a welding torch. None, that is… except for unemployment.

A resounding clunk broke through the fog clouding Mathew’s brain, and it wasn’t until a few seconds later that he realized the noise had originated from the drained mug held between his own sausage-like fingers. He stared at the mug, watching the remnants of the mysterious liquid he had downed making their way down the side just to pool up at the bottom in a miniature lake. The drink seemed so calm, so unbothered by its surroundings, the events of the world. This bothered Mathew, and the longer he glared at the glass the more it swirled back at him, like it was mocking him.

The glass wouldn’t be the first to mock him. Perhaps it was the most open about it, but definitely not the first. Mathew collected his half-present thoughts and took a short trip down memory lane. He was walking out of AB&Y Construction headquarters. The flash of pink in his hand. The faces of the Mexican workers walking in, jabbering away in their stupid language. He knew why they were there. He knew who they were. And he knew they were to blame. The walk from the office was a blur, a red haze that had been obscured by fury, hatred. And now that anger was starting to flare up again.

Set deep in his head Mathew’s beady eyes darted around the bar. He didn’t know how he had gotten here, but he knew why. A sudden crash served only to startle him, but it soon caused his greasy lips to draw apart in a grotesque smile. The glass he had emptied was now separated into thousands of shards of glass, and the remainder of the drink had been similarly spread across the wall. Now it was making a calm decent to the floor. Always with the calm, always with the mocking. The liquid was just like them; just like those… “Damn beaners! Tha bastahds!” Mathew didn’t care if the whole bar knew how he felt. Hell, he didn’t even care if the whole bar took offense to his particular political persuasion. He would take ‘em all.

BlackBlade

((CJ is not a dealer, he is a runner aka transports the drugs to the dealer))

"Try another station" But no matter what station they go to it either has the same stories or it isn't broadcasting at all "What the hell is going on."

Spirit Wolf

It's a hoax. Like that War of the worlds announcement on the radio in the 30's. Nothing good on. He turns the T.V. off. Now that I think about it, I think that guy you tossed was bitten, wasn't he? It would explain all the blood. Maybe that's why he was pissed, some nutter bit him.

((And I did respond.))

Demecas

-Rein throws her finished cup at the dart board hitting it dead center knocking it off the wall as the glass lands on a seat unbroken.-

So what now you won't even respond to me

-she hears the horrifying news from the tv-

Ok thats great oh well.

-she goes to the door as it opens only to see a bleeding man with the same kind of face on the tv lunge at her. she grabs a chair placing it in front of her. the guys attacks again only to recive a gun in his mouth but keeps bitting down on it. she pulls the trigger sending brain matter all over the place. she then runs to the door closing it and bolts it. turning to rico-

get the back door. secure the area and gather rations. move it solider.

Spirit Wolf

Rico was already moving when she said it. Right. He hops over the bar, grabs the shotgun out from under the bar, and heads into the back. Shut the Jukebox off, it'll more than likely attract these autómata.

In the back there are several cases of various drinks, as well as some food in the fridge. As he goes to check the back door, a particularly larger zombie smashes the door into pieces. Vuelva al infierno. He says as he unloads a shell into the thing. It gets back up. ¡Muérase, usted hijo de una ramera! He blows the Zombies head off. Then heads back. We have a problem, the back door is in pieces. We can't stay here.

ginpu

Kagami looked up from her paper after hearing the gun shot. She stared at the barmaid as she yelled at the one called Rico. Rrrrrrrico...Suave. runs through her head. She began giggling internally that turned into an audible chuckle that the bar could hear. She picked up her drink and took a gulp and set it down again.

Dr. Salem

Sam stood up from his seat furious when he heard the blast. "Just what the hell is going on? Did you kill someone back there?"

ginpu

Kagami looked up from the paper a second time. This time she looked at the off-duty policeman. She tilted her head to the side as she stared at him. Kill someone? Her eyebrow raised as she repeated this phrase in her mind. She looked back at her paper. She carefully folded it up and place it in the back pocket of her bag of holding.

She stood up from her stool, brushed any crumbs off her pants, slung her bag over her shoulder and looked for the barmaid. There was too much noise going on, she wanted to pay her bill and leave.

She was having a hard time flagging down the barmaid as the barmaid was frantically moving about.

Spirit Wolf

Rico rolls his eyes. Self-defense. Don't worry about it. Now we have to get the hell out of here. I have some guns and ammo upstairs, I'll go get them. You, officer, come with me. He goes to the door, standing to the side to check for any zombies. Then motions for Sam to come.

Dr. Salem

"What? How did you know I was a... never mind." Sam approached the bartender.

Spirit Wolf

He steps into the back, then looks around. Ok, I'm only going to say this once. See the blood? It's coagulated. Blood doesn't do that till about an hour or 2 after you're dead. Ok, follow me. He heads upstairs.

Demecas

-Grabs the drunken girl and tosses the drunk on to her back a she carries her up the stairs following Rico. behind her she saw two more nasty decaying bodies moving thru the door. as the front window gave way to the constant beating-

and to think we forgot about jukebox. probably whey they are coming here.

Spirit Wolf

Rico opens the door. Get in here, now! And bar the door when you get in here, Rein. He turns around and walks into the closet.

Just as the zombies break in, the song Ballroom blitz by Sweet just came on.

Demecas

-after getting into the room she shuts the door and drops the drunk on the bed. hoping the rest of the people in the bar had gotten in before she did. as she reinforces the door. with what ever she could find as the jukebox started playing the barbie song over and over again-

Rico you really need to get new music for that thing.

ginpu

((sigh... did anyone even look up her style of fighting? Picking her up was amongst the biggest mistakes possible. And personally I think the Toxic Waltz would have been a better song choice.))

Spirit Wolf

Rico comes out. He's now wearing a gun vest. His shotgun is in the holder on his back. He has 2 Mp5's on the side, 4 pouches to hold clips and 30 shotgun shell holders, all full. He tosses a Desert eagle to the cop. I trust you know how to use that thing. Theres some more ammo and a few more guns under my bed. And who cares what's on the juke?

Dr. Salem

Sam grabbed the gun in mid air but turned to the bartender and bar maid."Okay, what the hell have you people been smoking? You take one girl from the bar but you leave others stranded down there to... whatever those things are. You people are nuts. And who the fuck cares what the juke box is playing?"

ginpu

Kagami stares in confusion and anger. How dare someone touch me, let alone put me on a bed in a room full of men and guns. She stands up from the bed and is clenching her fists so hard its causing her to shake.

Spirit Wolf

Calm down. We ain't going to do anything to you. Theres pounding at the door. Over in the kitchen are 2 boxes of MRE's, grab them. He says to the Japanese chick. Now, where are we going to go? I say the Police Department. More ammo and maybe someone there can tell us what the fuck is going on here.

Dr. Salem

"Fine, but what about the others downstairs?" Sam started to breath more calmly but his heartbeat was still beating hard.

Spirit Wolf

You hallucinating on us? The only people down there were us. ((Durandal's char is on auto follow unless he says otherwise.)) Now Get the guns and ammo from under my bed like I asked. ((Theres 2 .357 revolvers and 3 boxes of ammo for them. 30 rounds in each. Also 2 30 round boxes of ammo for the desert eagle.))

ginpu

Kagami just stares at Rico Suave.

Spirit Wolf

Rico looks at Kagami. Could you please get the boxes? They ain't heavy. He goes to the window. Hmm, If we use the fire escape, it's a straight shot to the parking lot, and there ain't many zombies on the way there. We can make it to my Hummer.

BlackBlade

(I'm back)

"Dammit, Why couldn't I be running guns...." *CJ looked out into the parking lot." "My guns are in my car. Hey Rico! Do you still have that Liberty, I gave you last year?"

Spirit Wolf

Yeah, in my hummer. Rico goes into the Kitchen and comes out with the boxes of MREs. Then sets them down. Know how to use a .357 revolver? He asks CJ.

BlackBlade

*CJ Sighed* "I meant the Jeep Liberty." *CJ looked out at the parking lot* "How's the Hummer doing on gas? We might be running for awhile. And of course I know how to work these." *CJ had a smile on his face as he picked up the revolver, and pulled the hammer back.*

Spirit Wolf

The hummer has a full tank, and the jeeps in the shop. He looks back out the window. So, what do yall say? Head for the PD?

BlackBlade

"YOU TOOK IT TO A SHOP!!! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THEN TO TAKE ONE OF MY OLD RUNNERS TO A SHOP!!!! If they opened any of the door panels you'd be in jail faster then the amount of time it takes the STi to hit 50 mph. well nothing we can do about that now. You lead but I'm taking my car."

Spirit Wolf

Relax, it's at Eddies shop. If he has cops around his place, he'll have some very big problems. Plus, you're standing next to a cop. Rico chuckles as he opens the window and steps out. Then he tosses the boxes over the railing and lets the ladder down. You guys ready to go?