The roof, Saturday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had gotten up the energy to head for higher ground, today. He was perched crosslegged on the edge of the roof, his zombie-beating stick on one side of him, his phone on the other, looking out over the school grounds. His theory was that, from here, he could spot any approaching zombie threat and be prepared

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[swipedthatfoot]

Claire climbed to the roof with a joint she'd been saving for a special occasion tucked into her pocket.

She figured being about to die counted as pretty special.

"Hey, Priestly," she said quietly, taking a seat near the edge where she could watch the fighters gather. "You doing okay?"

[lovemykilt]

"Heya Claire. Priestly lifted his own joint and nodded sagely. "I'm alright. You?"

[swipedthatfoot]

"Freaked out," she said honestly, as she fumbled for her lighter. "There are fucking zombies out there and like half the school is off trying to kill them."

Just in case Priestly had missed that.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly held up his bandaged wrist. "I kinda noticed. 'S fucked up."

[rocksthescarf]

Oh yeah, like Chuck wasn't going to be up here. If he was going to die at any moment he was going to make damned sure he was stoned when it happened.

"Great minds think alike," Chuck said once he spotted Priestly.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly grinned slowly. "Hell yeah. And I tell ya what, this is a way better pain management system than those 'NSAIDs'."

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck smirked and sat down on the ledge of the roof. "I do prefer the more natural remedies."

Not that he wouldn't say no to some Vicodin ever.

"Beats sitting around and worrying about getting your brains eaten too," he said.

[lovemykilt]

"Total perspective, man. Really gets you thinking about what's important."

[flashesforinfo]

While everyone else, it seemed, was out rallying to take on zombies, Angela settled for getting her fresh air in a slightly safer environment, by heading up to the roof.

With the amount of sleep she'd been getting lately, she needed the breeze to stop her from dozing off and ending up dreaming about this, something that was inevitably worse than thinking about it when she was awake.

She raised a hand in a vague wave of greeting to Priestly.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly waved back. "How ya doing?"

[flashesforinfo]

"Well, I'm still here," she replied, wandering over. It was about as close to positive she could do without lying her ass off. "You?"

[lovemykilt]

"Also still here. Trying to decide if that's good or not, what with the undead wandering around."

[blondecanary]

*riiiiing*

Maybe she should check in? Yeah, she should check in.

[lovemykilt]

Holy crap, something was ringing!

Oh, wait, right, his phone.

"H'lo?"

[blondecanary]

"Priestly?" Dinah checked her gun cartridges while talking to him. "How are you, and where are you? I'm at the North Gate."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly turned around on the roof, looking around. "Can I see the North Gate?" Oh, hey, she didn't know where he was. "I'm on the roof. Takin' the high ground."