Re: Dirt Mouth

[Echo]

Lina 'LT' Thompson

The question of the weapon she was wielding came as a surprise, especially with the world wide use of the Winchester as a cavalry rifle and its general use in the outbacks. Before she was able to reply, Yukimura had already started to bring up her own weapon, a close combat one. Taking a good look at it, Lina would begin to analyze Yukimura, not in the bad way, but rather trying to figure out her strengths and weaknesses which would help Lina understand how she might reaction in certain situations. Waiting for Yukimura to finish, she would carefully lower the rifle from its standing position and let it lay across her own lap and parts of Yukimuras. “This a 40. Cal Winchester, though it has been modernized with this clip” she would say as she tapped on the clip that was extended out of the underside. “its semi-automatic and can fire up to 45 rounds a minute in its current state and packs enough punch to open a person’s head like a watermelon.” She would inform with an added giggle as her own hand want to Yukimuras bokken. Before she could ask another question, Grey noted that the fence was coming up and with a small nudge in the car, they went through it. Turning from Yukimura and to Grey, “Take to the left after about 500 meters and we will be in a ‘safe’ location for the night”, she said before turning back to Yukimura.

[Devil]

E N T E R | Y U K I M U R A

When the truck slammed through the fence Yukimura hopes that their fleetness with the action would buffer the jarring bash. With ease would they move through it considering the durability and reliability of the truck. Despite how much she'd braced for it, she was still jerked a little to Lina's side because of the sudden impact.

“Sorry.” She would say to Lina before recuperating from the impact. Then she would laugh, presumably at herself, for the fault. Her eyes fall upon Lina's hand to heed broadly that it was positioned on her bokken. Her smile continues to seep upon her visage as the girl seemed notably less frigid than before. Thus, she would respond with the same tendency. “You have gotten me beat weapon-wise; looks like I'm going to need a better weapon.” Yukimura admits before steering her attention in front of her. “We should be there minutely, then we can rest until sunrise.” She glances towards Lina. Whilst she had known about Grey to some degree, and Thunder still perked her curiosity, she figured first familiarize herself with Lina's personality traits and her general pros and cons if she intended on surviving with her and the others for an extensive period of time.

[Plat'Num]

K I R U

He had been silent since they all had got into the truck and had listened to all the useless rambling by the others. Kiru was getting restless when he decided to enjoy the scenery. Stretched out in the back of the truck He would pull out a ziplock bag that was full to the rim with some of the funkiest greenry found in this area. Looking at the others in the back of the truck he would smile as he pull out a cigarillo. Using the nail on his thumb he would split the cig and dump out the insides before laying it down in his lap. Opening the bag of weed he would begin to break down the green into the cigar. Breaking down atleast 1.2 grams of weed into the cigar he ould close the bag and begin to twist the cigar. Once rolled he would slightly lift his mask up above his mouth as he would take out a lighter and light the blunt inhaling the weed. Kiru would hold it in when he would look to the front of the truck and notice they was coming close as hell to a fence. Exhaling it he would laugh and hold on tight as they would crash through the fence. Taking another toke of the blunt Kiru would say "Why didnt we just use the door"? as the marijuana exits his mouth slowly. "Do anyone wanna hit this"? ask Kiru

[kokuou_munashii]

Shades of | GREY

LT's weapon of choice was the 40.cal Winchester Rifle, a classic weapon ever since it was first produced sometime like around 1873? once called 'the gun that won the west' and killed more people in its time that any other gun, Grey would reflect. A old weapon considering the present day weapons they currently had, but easy to maintain, high accuracy and easy to use or modify, and could even have bullets hand casted if you knew what you were doing. Overall and excellent weapon.

Hearing the rest of the directions Grey knew that Yukimura was right and they would be there in under a minute, as he looked through the rear-view mirror at those sitting in the back his eyes would shift to the man in white who had been sitting in the back the entire time quietly. He had apperently pulled out a bag of weed, a cigar and was busy making a blunt that he lit up and took a hit. Grey heard the man ask about using the door and then ask if anyone else wanted a hit, just as their destination appeared into sight and with no zombies withing sight.

"Yeah sure man, give me a minute. we got to make sure we don't get any unwelcome company. Oh, what's your name anyway?" Grey would ask as he moved the truck closer and would end up stopping if no threat appeared.

[Lex'Talionis]

T H U N D E R

The cry of shattered wood followed the truck’s forceful penetration. With ease did it bypass the flimsy blockade and soon did the vehicle come to a stop. Conversation, light and superfluous, flowed from mouth to ear, but attention upon its contents Thunder did not place. Instead, it was within his own being. Priorities lead his gaze to the window, sight sifting throughout the shadow-draped contours of their immediate area. There was no discernable presence of Them. With that confirmed, his attention once more settled upon the whelming sensation of nausea washing throughout the murky depths of his body. Such would, of course, manifest within his semblance. A tad bit ill would be his facial flavour. What could be causing it? What had he eaten—the hamburger…

“Lemme outta this thing,” Thunder would state immediately. “Unless you want me t’ decorate this thing’s interior with that cursed hamburger I ate…”

[Devil]

E N T E R | Y U K I M U R A

She doesn't seem to pay much attention to Kiru until he brought out that stash. Her nose wrinkles and itches, conflicting with the bitter aroma. The corners of her lips play downward into a frown. It was only until she'd swept her never-wavering pronounced squint over Kiru that she'd realized the origins of the smell.

Yukimura looks at him squarely. “That's some weird smelling tobacco.” She innocently chimes as she plucks the odd looking cylinder from the man in white's grasp. Her accent consistently made her pronunciation of things articulate. The President is seemingly oblivious to the content of what she was about to 'hit'.

She sticks it into her lips and inhales it. Her eyes a stricken with bald confusion, and momentarily, they snapped open before closing like window shutters. The brief moment her eyes were revealed anyone could see they were a deep violet, like refined amethyst.

Those now presumably closed eyes shower Kiru with brief attention. She smiles disarmingly and plucks the blunt from her mouth, handing it back to the lad while simultaneously exhaling smoke. “Here you go.”

Yukimura is eccentrically polite despite circumstances. It's impossible to decipher if the 'greenery' had modestly effected her or if it didn't make any difference; she was commonly relaxed and chill. Though, she would withdraw a granola bar from her pocket. Her elegant fingers peel the wrapper off of the bar like skin from a banana. She then snaps the bar into two pieces.

Then she offers Lina a piece of it, at least 3/4ths, grinning broadly. A toothbrush could crudely accommodate the width of her smile. “Not much, but at least it is something. Have some.” With odd unfounded generosity she would say. Her voice is warm, arousing a sensation like touching warm velvet.

After her humble offering to Lina, she observes like an owl to see if Grey would cease the truck's progression to let Thunder tend to grotesque business.

[kokuou_munashii]

Shades of | GREY

The coast looked clear to Grey's eyes and no one else shouted out that they spotted anything so he stop the truck. He would grin a bit as he watched Yukimura take a hit off the 'weird smelling tobacco' but would be quickly distracted by thunder who had turned a noticeable shade of green around the face and saying to be let out of the truck or else he would puke up that burger he had eaten earlier. Momentarily confused as to why he couldn't open the door himself Grey would still imidiately reach over thunder and pop the door open for him before shutting off the trucks engine. "Ok, there you go." he would say before turning in his seat to see if the blunt was free for a hit.

[Lex'Talionis]

T H U N D E R

The cry of shattered wood followed the truck’s forceful penetration. With ease did it So, it would appear that following the opening of his door with, of course, Grey’s aid, Thunder would disappear somewhere outside within the vicinity of the vehicle. He would tend to the ejection of the food product, regretting ever placing trust within the food man so despicably crafted. It did taste good, though. With apparent hand grasping the trucks rear, he gradually straightened his posture. At least hunger no longer plagued him, though unappropriate was the method of momentarily extinguishing the sensation. Seemingly, he gathered himself with a grunt, a grumble as he moved his sights towards, presumably, where the humans on his side of the truck would be emerging.

[Echo]

Lina 'LT' Thompson

Lina went silent for a few moments; letting her voice rest and her mind reflect upon those she had just encountered and apparently become a group with. Yukimura’s offering of a bit of food sent her back into the real world as she had seemingly dozed off into her own. “Thank you” she would reply before gently taking the piece and placing it upon to her lips before her tongue would bring it into the black abyss of her mouth. The man recognized as Thunder had gotten out of the car by now and interestingly appeared to be sick. Glancing through the back window with a hint of worry in her eyes, Lina would open her own door and step out, holding her rifle in a stand-by position. The Person in the back was still alive, and was passing some sort of cigarette, taking no heed to what it contents was and if it was intended for her. “We should get moving, it will soon be dark enough for these things to come out and our location isn’t ideal for a pick-nick.” Lina’s concern weren’t on the general position, but the fact that the surrounding area was too dark to see anything and the possible amount of inflicted being around. Slowly backing up, she would get into the car and would wait with closing it until everyone was back in the car, unless nobody exited it.

[Devil]

E N T E R | Y U K I M U R A

When Lina gets out, there is enough space provided for her to ease herself out of the car. Stepping out, her foot skids on the ground inadvertently. Her brow twitches as she watches her foot as if it had nine heads. Whatever she was seeing wouldn't be seen by anyone else, but it was enough to admonish herself as she climbs out of the automobile.

Those eyes look over to a dead animal after her episode of quiet paranoia. She sways a little, almost as though she were auditioning to play the role of a kite. This causes her to stumble into LT a bit as she mentally spars herself to control her movements. Her eyes narrow as she looks over to the animal cadaver.

It possesses a disgusting scent; reeking of excrement and blood. Being far more conscious of sensations, when the aroma stings her nose she tenses and winces in pain. It looked to be some sort of beaver. Embedded into its side was some sort of blade.

Yukimura saunters over to it, smiling. “A beaver?” Anyone would be able to see that this wasn't actually a beaver, it was a deer.

Her hand grips around the blade's hilt and pulls the weapon out of it. “I have to say, I'm more interested in this. Looks like someone wanted to eat beaver tail but must have gotten chased away or caught by the horde during. Wait a minute...”

She looks at the beaver weirdly. “That's a deer...”

For the first time she looked a little bit paranoid as she stepped back into the car. Since Lina presumably took her usual position in the backseat Yuki would have to hike over her back into the middle seat. “Assassin guy... The hell did you do to me!”

While looking at him widely she places the bloodied, rusted wakazashi horizontally on her thighs. She looks at Lina for feedback on the topic. “Lina? Perhaps you know?”

[kokuou_munashii]

Shades of | GREY


"Hey Thunder, you Ok man?" Grey would ask as the guy got back into the truck and they started to continue the drive to the mall, now well within eyesight. Once they entered the mall parking lot he would stop the truck at a place that provided the best vantage point to observe the mall and come to a stop.
"Looks clear. Although its dark enough that its hard to tell." Grey would then turn off the truck and get out, as he griped his crowbar and shifted his messenger bag to a more comfortable position and tried to spot any movement.

[Lex'Talionis]

Next Episode: Mall of the DEAD

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