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.

Or just, you know, be further away from it.

It was almost sort of thrilling, wasn't it? Put things in perspective. Why worry about petty image stuff or homework or whether the girl you were crushing on that week would notice your extra spikey hair? There were more important things out there. You could die crossing the street, choking on a sandwich, getting eaten by a zombie. It was . . . life reaffirming.

Or possibly that was just the pot he was smoking while he kept watch.

Hey, you dealt your way, he dealt his.

[ooc: open roof is as always open. Shaun of the Dead is on Comedy Central! EEEEEEEEE.]

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[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

"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."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire glanced at the wrist, mouth opening in surprise. "Holy shit, you got bit?"

She was keeping a distance from Priestly, just in case he started trying to eat her brains.

[lovemykilt]

"Do I smell funny? Am I wandering around communicating in elongated vowel sounds?" Priestly shook his head. "It's sprained. I'm okay."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire sniffed the air loudly, mostly to tease Priestly. "Not that funny," she decided. "How'd it get sprained?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? And what do you think is really important?" Chuck asked.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly thought about this very carefully. "Having fun."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

"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."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"I think trying to leave at this point would be less than sane," Angela pointed out, looking down at the movement below them and barely repressing a shudder.

[lovemykilt]

"God, yeah. Leave the zombie fighting to the zombie fighters."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*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.livejournal.com]

"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."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Way to go!" Dinah said, glad he was both somewhere safe and useful, too. "It's right in front of the school, I'm not sure if you can get a clear sight line?" She turned around and squinted toward the dorm roof, then waved, in case he could see her but she couldn't because of the angle of the sun or something. "Triela and Romeo are here with me. Tony's at the main gate with Arthur and a bunch of people, I'm sure you can see that from where you are." Hopefully he'd find all that reassuring.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly turned around again. "Ohhhh hey. I see 'em! That's so cool."

Yeah, he was stoned.

"Hey, d'you think I can be, like, lookout or somethin'?"