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fandomhighdorms2009-04-05 08:46 am
The Dorms: Early Afternoon [4.5]
Their master had spoken, and the zombie horde obeyed. He demanded the fresh blood of Fandom's children as a sacrifice upon his altar, new minions to begin the invasion of the mainland, and so they would carry out his command.
No matter what.
From somewhere undefined a drum beat carried on the wind, and the zombies of Fandom marched forth, the dorms beckoning them like a beacon. Here there be brains, here there be blood, here there be flesh.
Here, there be prey.
[OOC: Up early for SP Awesome!Wait for the OCD or you'll wish the zombies got to you... OCD up! Defenders and zombies of all kinds, go forth!]
[The Barricade / The Roof / The 1st Floor Lobby / The FLAMING Barricade (later afternoon) / The Gates / OOC]
[And there's an AIM chat set up for your invader/defender convenience! Head over to nobrainz4u if you need assistance organizing your skirmishes, or if you just want to shunnnn the zombies!]
No matter what.
From somewhere undefined a drum beat carried on the wind, and the zombies of Fandom marched forth, the dorms beckoning them like a beacon. Here there be brains, here there be blood, here there be flesh.
Here, there be prey.
[OOC: Up early for SP Awesome!
[And there's an AIM chat set up for your invader/defender convenience! Head over to nobrainz4u if you need assistance organizing your skirmishes, or if you just want to shunnnn the zombies!]

Re: The Barricade
The hand was missing most of its fingers and quite a bit of flesh, but it was the thought that counted.
Re: The Barricade
She wasn't thinking about it, letting it be nightmare fuel for later. Right now she had to focus, because if she didn't, she was going to have to curl up in a corner and cry somewhere and that was not happening.
Instead, she fixed him with her best angry glare and pointed back behind the gates (keeping her limbs in close, yes), saying, "No, we are this close. Go back there." She hoped he'd recognize the tone.
Re: The Barricade
Then he launched his trophy at the girl whose name he couldn't manage and turned both his noses up and slunk off to fight someone who appreciated him.
Re: The Barricade
Right up until she looked down to see what he'd thrown at her. At that point she didn't know whether to cry or be sick, and settled for feeling like she could do both.