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Post by Drake White on Jul 1, 2007 20:26:32 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}The tap to a Pepsi can opened up as the soda entered into a young woman mouth who was sitting down in the driver seat of her blue 68 Firebird, the driver door opened as she held the Pepsi in one hand, and a Desert Eagle in the other hand that was gold. She lower the can and put it away on a cup holder against her window on the car door as she sighed, putting a toothpick in her mouth.
“You suck, every zombie movie or game in the history of the world had weak and stupid zombies that are easy to out smart and kill if the cast members was allowed to be that smart, but they STILL look better than you.” The thing she was talking to was indeed an undead, or more specifically, a zombie. The zombie was male and dress in a brown suit as it was crawling over to Ayanna who was waiting in her car.
“Come on already! I don’t got all night, I’m wasting time, wasting bullets and I have better things to do with my time. I could’ve killed one hundred of you idiots by the time you got to this car.” The zombie finally got close to her feet and wrapping its arms around her leg looking ready to bite into her, but before it could do so the 50 Action Express Calibur bullet was ejected from the Eagle chamber after Ayanna pulled the trigger point blank for the zombie head.
It rip through the zombie head in no time at all as it head blew off, and the bullet went out the other end as the zombie then crumbled into ash after death. A yawn escaping Ayanna mouth as she put her eagle away as well as her tooth pick before the yawn took place. Putting the toothpick away and climbing up on the hood of her car, feeling another person aura coming in closer to her location. “Oh please be something fun, if I run into one more stupid zombie tonight I’m going to yell Resident Evil wannabe and just kick them around... Least have some fun with it.”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 4, 2007 17:56:48 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian looked up at the sound of a gunshot, trying to locate the location. She didn’t hear the bullet go past her, didn’t hear it hit the ground nearby, so it wasn’t aimed for her. After a moment she continued marching down the sidewalk, a somewhat heavy rope over her shoulder, leisurely dragging something slightly heavy along at an average pace. After a point she stopped in her tracks, leaning her entire weight against the rope. Her entire body was at an 80 degree angle, but whatever she was draggind wouldn’t budge d**nit, probably got a grip onto the curb again she thought, and gave a hard tug on the rope with both hands. Still stuck. She shuffled around to the other end of the rope, and- sure enough- there was half of an undead with the rope tied to one wrist and the other hand firmly gripping a lamppost.
She sighed, and got out the Cavaler. One quick cut across the zombie’s free arm, and it lacked a left hand. She looked down at the poor thing, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “Listen, it’s a slow night for me and you’re not getting out of this one. So just shut up and enjoy what little life you… Pardon me, that was rude. What little un-life you have left.” She explained, and gave the zombie a good kick in the ribs, accidentally loosening the decomposing lungs a little more.
She continued down the sidewalk , now passing underneath a lamppost to fully illuminate her clothing. She was in a blue cotton dress-shirt, a loose black tie, jeans, her favorite leather duster, and a pair of green boots. The partial zombie was in a badly stained yellow vest and white undershirt, without legwear and footwear because it had neither legs nor feet. Andy noticed the smell of a half-demon in the air, her first actual whiff of a demonic halfbreed. She glanced over at the smell, and saw that it was a female, sitting on the hood of a car. She also caught the scent of gunpowder, which explained the gunshot; the woman had probably been killing something. “Beautiful night, eh?” Andy asked, without making eye contact. She didn’t know yet if this lady was the good kind of half-demon or the bad kind.
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Post by Drake White on Jul 5, 2007 2:22:51 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}Ayanna glanced over to the other woman that came up to her. Half vampire? Wonderful, someone that doesn’t completely smell like dead. “Beautiful, yeah I guess you can say that. The stupid zombies ruin it though, make me feel like I’m in some bad zombie movie, and man do a lot of those zombie movies sucks, Dead Rising was good though, oh wait that’s a game. So who are you? You a pleasant vampire? Or should I just shoot you now before you try to bite me or something?”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 5, 2007 2:48:30 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}“Oh, the zombies aren’t so bad if you make use of them. See?” Andy replied, and pulled the rope, hard. A little too hard, the rope swung along like a whip and snapped, sending the zombie tumbling down the street. She looked after it for a second and turned her attention back to the car-dwelling half demon. “Case in point. I’m Adrian, and I won’t bite you. Don’t like midnight snacks anyways. Now that I’ve answered that, who are you, half-demon?”
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Post by Drake White on Jul 5, 2007 2:52:48 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}“I’m a pretty, pretty princess looking for my lost prince who got drunk and last been seen puking on the streets around here,” she said as a joke. Though the joke itself was really only funny to her, heh some times these inside jokes of her really pissed other people off. “Name Ayanna, just call me Ayan, I don’t care. And good, I had enough vampires trying to seduce me for a mid-night snack, though in a twist of fate they became the dinner for my bullets. I should say whores for my bullets really... The way they violated their bodies before they ash and all.”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 5, 2007 3:29:40 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian arched an eyebrow at the woman’s strange joke, but didn’t comment on it… To be honest, she didn’t really want to know what went into thinking that ‘joke’ up, either. “Ayan, then. Full vampires are the ones that constantly lust for blood like yours, and they’re morons. I’m not one of those. Heck, if I was, I’d let you shoot me.” Andy dropped the empty rope, and let out a deep yawn, her arms folded. “You sure do have a bizarre sense of humor, ya know that? I’ll never look at a vampire being hit by a bullet without shuddering now, thanks to you.” She mumbled, and let out a soft chuckle. It was a little funny, in a disturbing sort of way.
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Post by Drake White on Jul 5, 2007 3:46:20 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}“I’m sure not all of them blood lusting, I met one who didn’t really care for blood, though he was more into animal blood, so kind of creepy in his own way. But so many vampires just like to show their naked body parts and have random sex with strangers then suck their blood.... Maybe if I was a whore I’d be interested— Or maybe it’s just the fact I don’t find vampire men that attracted.”
Ayanna sat up from her car seat and just chuckled at the half breed words. “What, are you afraid of my ‘pimp bullets’? You should be, they had more action than a lot of horny men and women looking for cyber sex on the internet... Seriously if young kids are finding sex in schools why the hell can’t adults find any........”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 5, 2007 4:35:16 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Andy squinted one eye at the woman, and bulged out the other one, like she was looking through a one-sided monocle. “Yeah, some vampires are different… You have a point, though, most are incredibly horny. I think it’s an ego thing, they want to take every last bodily fluid from a person, blood and otherwise. Good thing I’m a virgin. Freud would have a lot to say about them,” she remarked, scratching her chin a little as she spoke.
She sighed at the woman’s second speech, and rolled her eyes sarcastically. “I’m not afraid of your ‘pimp bullets’,” she made air quotes with her fingers, “And to be fair, those people get love about as often as a rock. The kids are probably finding sex more often because they’re slaves to their hormones, knocking each other up like a bunch of rabbits.”
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Post by Drake White on Jul 6, 2007 1:55:17 GMT -5
{name:Ayanna Kaktas#|#picture:3}Ayanna let out a loud laughed that echo across the air around the houses at her rabbit remark. “So, you never had a man drop off his luggage inside you?” Ayanna made something that usually sounded dirty sound so weird and stupid and just blurted it all out all at once. “Same here, though men has tried, but I’d either blown it up, or cut it off....”
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Post by Dellafain on Jul 8, 2007 16:30:08 GMT -5
{name:Adrian Rorik#|#picture:5}Adrian rolled her eyes at Ayanna, and snorted. “Well, I’m glad you’re amused,” she mumbled, amused. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and furrowed her eyebrows at the other pair of comments. “Good for you, but telling them no usually works just as well. Then again, you probably don’t find any fun in that, do you?” she asked, not really sure what the woman’s response would be.
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