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Night 42: Wicker Street

Jul 19, 2009 14:23

[from here]Junpei burst out of the Twin Pines, dragging his chair along with him. Wide eyed, with sweat dripping down his face (he was so not crying), the teen stared at the hordes of zombies in the street. What was he going to do? He could still feel Chidori's presence, so she had to be alright. She had to be - right? RIGHT ( Read more... )

s.t., klavier, endrance, kagura, kenshin, batman, dias, kaito, kamiya kaoru, impulse, junpei, suzaku, kristoph, taura, hokuto, roland, shinichi, aya, the flash, celes, albedo, argilla, tsukasa, heiji, nigredo, stahn, porky, matt, adachi, lelouch, callisto, ayumu, otacon, hitsugaya, beatrix, kratos, rangiku, bridget, rubedo

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dasgift July 20 2009, 23:21:39 UTC

So.

Small American town. A horde of the undead.

Whoever heard of such an uncanny combination?

Sarcasm aside, Kristoph supposed the series of events were worth meriting. A rotting sack of meat aiming to taste human flesh required attention, and despite the wonderful hum of polished nails and clean hands through his veins, the man couldn't afford to let himself be taken in completely by his mood. Therefore, he grabbed a lawn ornament (a pink flamingo, how fun) in close proximity and brought its lovely beak upon the skull of an unsuspecting body. The head exploded upon impact, leaving cranial fluid to splash against the man's hand-me-down clothes.

He sighed and brushed a hand against his cheek, before stepping over the twitching corpse to give it a good kick on the nose. The pressure caused his foot to sink in several inches and something black and tarry to flow up and against the heels of his hand-me-down shoes. Revolting. If only Klaver was here to...

There was an abrupt pause as realization sank in. "Klavier." That foolish boy must be screaming for his worthless little hide by now. Although the thought of being an only child tickled the man's fancy, having him eaten was not on Kristoph's "to-do" list. Besides, there were a few matters he still had to take care of, and if the elder Gavin let him down, there would be no telling of tomorrow's results.

He shuffled his feet and listened, one hand unceremoniously slamming the flamingo into the eyes of another assailant. There, in the distance, he heard a scream. A man's scream. Without waiting to make appropriate considerations, Kristoph shifted his weight toward that direction and fled, swinging his makeshift weapon along the way.

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