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Jul 11, 2008 15:05

WHO: Lus and Sabbat
WHAT: Meeting - Sabbat helps Lus outta his Fire Escape Predicament.
WHEN: Just After Lus' last Fire Escape Post
WHERE: Side of a High Rise somewhere in the city. Probably still near the Original High Rise.



Lus leaned glumly and grumpily against the steps leading up to the next lever of the fire escape. He'd managed to pull up the ladder to this level before the zombies got to him, but he was still running a pretty solid risk not moving right away. "Goddamn hordes of the undead." He grumbled, glaring. They didn't even have nice eyes or anything. Nothing good about them at all. And sure he had the fantasy-movie-chick's knife and all, but, that meant close combat, and really, that was just asking for it. So, he was stuck on the goddamned fire escape. "Fuck." He grumbled, and stared at the brillo note he'd been scribbling in ever since he'd landed here. He wasn't entirely sure why he kept it up - he wasn't gonna get any help that way, that was for sure - but... it helped him not think about the FREAKING ZOMBIES clamouring around underneath him. He sighed, and glared at his pen. Or at least, it had been, before the damn pen had run out of ink.

Sabbat rounded the corner of the street, razor ready in his hand, and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him. The horde of...things seemed to explain some of the noises he'd been hearing, but what in the hells were they all waiting for?
He looked up. Right. That would explain it......and I'm going to regret doing this. Readying a throwing knife in his other hand he steadied himself, and then yelled, at the top of his voice "Hey! You! Need a hand?" The creatures turned. He hadn't realised quite how many there were, it would seem. Godsdammit! You really put your foot in it this time, mate.

Lus turned and stared at the other man. "Fuck yes!" He frowned as he looked over the zombies. "Any bright ideas? Odds're about fifty to one, right now..." Okay, so he was exaggerating a little, but...

"Think I don't know that?" Gods, I've picked up another Fest. Just my luck, He hadn't actually thought of a plan (something which he knew Archer would have upbraided him for had he been there), but there wasn't really much scope for anything creative. "I distract them, you drop down, we run like hell? They don't seem to be all that fast." And if we're lucky, we don't get eaten.

"Running I can do. I'm good at running." Lus agreed. Hell, he'd do anything if it got him off this damn fire escape and get him somewhere where he could get some ey-- some more marshmallows! Yes! That was what he wanted. Marshmallows. Not eyes, no, certainly not... He really wasn't convincing himself at all.

Sabbat grinned. Lucky, "Ready?" he shouted, and without waiting for a reply, hurled the knife into the middle of the crowd of...whatever-they-weres. I really hope these things are as slow as I think they are.

Lus jumped down from the metal platform as soon as the zombies turned away from him, and started running around the outside of the group - they were still clumped pretty tightly together, so it wasn't that hard to do, now that they weren't focussed on him.

Sabbat bent down, grabbed another knife from the top of his boot and threw it after the first, allowing himself a brief moment of satisfaction as it hit one of the creatures in the chest. Still got my aim - even if this is a waste of weapons.

Lus finally made it around to his saviour - not that he would ever call the other man that to his face. "Time to run like fuck, man!"

Sabbat looked across at the other man. "Agreed." Although I won't get those knives back... Sixdamn the bloody knives - save your own skin! The second thought seemed the more useful, given the circumstances, so he turned on his heel and started to sprint back towards his temporary hideout.

Figuring he had no where else to go, Lus hitched up his stolen duffle and just followed the other man as they ran. And hey, what d'you know, the zombies were pretty slow - just like in the movies. Nice.

Sabbat was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole business. Remind me again *why* I saved him? I don't need another person around
He might be useful. As bait, if nothing else. The last thought pleased him, as did the realisation (brought about by seeing a street sign he thought he recognised) that he was nearly back at his makeshift camp. "Almost there," he said, and then wondered why he'd said it, considering the fact that the other man didn't know where 'there' was.

"Great, great, I think we lost 'em too..." Lus'd been keeping an eye behind them. Damn, now why had he decided to follow this guy? Probably just end up like all the others and be all "Hey let's be friends and form a team!" And really, Lus did not need that right now. At least he hadn't had a chance to look at the other man's eyes yet. He really couldn't afford to get caught here, and too many people already knew about it, or had figured it out, or whatever... The less he looked , the less he would need to look, right...? And while the idea of not having any pretty colours all for himself made him want to rip his own eyes out, it was for the best... ...for now.

Sabbat looked back. There didn't seem to be any creatures around, but that didn't mean he was going to hang around and wait for them to show up again. Besides, they were practically at his base now - 'practically' being the objective word. "You, whoever-you-are, can you climb?"

"No shit. How d'you think I got stuck on the damn fire escape in the first place?" Lus rolled his eyes.

Sabbat growled. And he's a joker as well. Perfect, "A child could get up that. I'm talking about scaling a building." He gestured to the façade of the tower in front of them. "That building."

"...Holy fucking shit." Lus eyed the building. "...I could try." He'd probably fall and break his neck though. He frowned and shook his head. "Never mind, I couldn't. That's fucking impossible."

Sabbat looked at his companion. "It may be 'fucking impossible', but it's the only way up. You don't climb, you find your own place."
Which would probably be better for us both.

"Right." Lus eyed the building again. "Not for a fucking room full of eyes."

"No skin off my nose," Sabbat replied, clambering onto the nearest windowsill. Then something struck him. "And what in the seven hells would anyone want with a roomful of eyes, anyway?"

The redhead looked away and shrugged. He needed to stop doing that. "Something." He turned and scoped out the surrounding area. "I'm going that way."

He's crazy, Sabbat decided. But then, so am I.
"You go whichever way you want, mate. Don't expect me to save you again, though"

"Yeah, yeah. See ya." Lus waved and headed off.

Sabbat didn't reply, concentrating instead on finding hand and footholds to aid in his ascent to his third-floor base.
That was interesting.

Lus nearly smacked himself for, once again, giving out information about his 'hobbies'.
The duffle-toting redhead sneaked through the streets, trying to avoid the damn zombies again.

The assassin carried on climbing, wondering vaguely if there were any sane people in the city at all.

lus, log, sabbat

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