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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 21, 2012 19:34:00 GMT -8
(closed) Outfit: Jalen's Grey Outfit Jalen got up and looked over to her dresser where an empty bottle of Grey Goose sat. She blinked twice before her face contorted in rage. Dammit that was her last bottle. What was she going to do now? There was no tv, no radio, no men all she had was alcohol and even that had abandoned her. Just as quickly as her rage came it evaporated. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and padded to the mirror where she critiqued herself. She needed to workout an extra half hour for that late night dinner drink. She also needed a mud bath like crazy, but she didn't know how to do that stuff. Gah! The world ending was such a pain in the ass. 3 hours later and Jalen had done her work out, taken a shower, and was trying to choose her outfit. She finally decided on a short grey skirt with a huge red belt. She pulled on her favorite thigh high grey boots (which coincidentally was leather and hard to bite through, but she didn't realize that), and cute grey top that was made by Versace specifically for her. She also added a cute grey jacket that buttoned just under her breasts, but the back trailed behind her and dragged slightly behind her. Everything was a warm leather on the outside, but a plush downy goose feather in the inside. Armed with her butcher knife (in case any of the rioters attack her like the ones she saw on tv) and was ready to hit the town. She hadn't seen anyone in about a month, but she was naiive or stupid. Infact, she graduated from high school with honors and was offered admission to colleges like Harvard, but her career had taken off so fast that she declined that route. "Okay. I'm in my Grey Goose outfit in search of Grey Goose." Jalen smiled at her reflection. She twirled the butcher knife around one finger with appreciation for those years in karate when she would do tricks with the different knives and swords. She knew how to use one and during her increased boring periods had practiced up on the art she had learned during her younger years. Feeling bad ass Jalen was ready. Jalen was halfway down the block when she saw her first rioter. The man had been beaten half to death and was very bloody. She stopped and stared at him as he slowly rose to his feet. "Look here buddy. I have a knife and I will cut you. So just sit back down and rest. I'm not going to help you." It just moaned at her. "Dude, you're really hurt huh?" Jalen sighed. "Okay I'll help you but if you try to rape me than I'm seriously going to be really pissed." The man's head lolled forward and to Jalen's horror his eye hung from it's socket and then the veins holding it together started to slip as the eye got closer and closer to the ground before the veins popped and the eye fell on the ground. "HOLY SHIT DUDE. GROSS THAT'S JUST FUCKING GROSS." Jalen turned on her heels and ran as fast as she could screaming about Rioters and people being on drugs. |
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 21, 2012 20:48:46 GMT -8
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
The City of Chicago, Makaio walked down the street slowly. His hazel eyes glancing around slowly as he took in the site of the city. Makaio had been here once or twice before while on tour with his surfing crew on the way to somewhere. They used to have some great food here, but now the only thing on the menu were survivors. As Makaio walked things where quiet, at least on this side of the city it was.
Since meeting that odd girl he hand't seen any other survivors. But he knew he wasn't alone now But he still felt alone, he felt like it this planet was made into a personal hell and that anyone else that was here, was probably here to make him suffer even more for his sin.
The depressing thoughts where quickly ended when he heard the scream of a woman. He couldn't make out what she was saying but he knew that she was still alive. As he began to run he pulled the silenced 9mm from his pants. holding onto it tightly as not to drop it. His heart was beating quickly and his breath had quickened. If this person was alive maybe he could help her. Was it possible that helping people would cause him to get out of this hell hole? Was that what he had to do as a penance?
As the male ran quickly down the street his eyes spotted a girl running in the distance, a zombie was chasing after her. "Wikiwiki!!"[This means quick or fast] As the male began running down the street quickly he began to catch up to the pair. Looking at them as he shook his head and began to gain ground on the two. As he caught up to the zombie He could tell it was having a hard time running due to it's broken leg. But Makaio didn't want to stop running to try to aim so instead he leapt forward.
His breath flew out of his body as it slammed into the undead. They both crashed to the ground. The undead thrashed around trying to get free and figure out what happened. Makaio quickly sat up, straddling the zombie as he put the gun to the undead's head and pulled the trigger without even thinking.
Boom!
Instantly the cold blood exploded from the skull, blood covering his chest and even splattering onto his face. The crimson liquid should have been warm. But since this thing was dead, It was as if someone spill luke warm liquid onto him, coating his body in paint. His breathing slowed but then stopped. His hazel eyes took in the image in front of him. He was sitting on top of a corpse. He had seen the other girl do it, but it was different now that he was the killed.
The battle started instantly in his mind. 'I killed someone, I just killed someone....If this isn't hell, I'm definitely going now....I'm a killer.." Makaio had to force himself to stop thinking such things. Trying to remind himself that it was already dead. It wasn't a real person anymore. But his body was shaking as he stared down at him. Unknowingly tears formed n his eyes but stayed there. He wasn't upset, just shocked.
"Kapu Kehena"[Holy Hell]
By now he had forgotten why he even done this in the first place, He had completely forgot about the girl and simply stared at the dead body underneath him. His body was too shaken up to even get off of it. His entire existance began to be questioned in his mind. Could he even consider himself a christian after killing someone?
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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 21, 2012 22:15:11 GMT -8
Jalen was running when she heard the bam. She stumbled and stopped her hands trailing over her body. Oh my God! The rioter had shot her. She was shot. She was going into shock and that's why she didn't feel the pain of the bullet. Jalen was still trying to figure out where she was hit when she turned and saw a strange man had tackled her rioter. Oh gawd had the rioter shot the stranger?
Jalen ran back to see to the stranger. "Oh my gawd, are you o-?" Jalen stopped speaking as her mind tried to comprehend what she was seeing. The stranger had killed the rioter?! Why? Cuz she was running from the rioter? Maybe the stranger thought the rioter was attacking her? Well, the world was over, but to kill people?! I mean self defense or what was self defense for another person?
"Oh my gawd what did you do? Why? Okay? Shit! Are you going to kill me!" That hadn't occurred to her. Jalen stood up and started to back up. She stared at the gun and then she started to laugh. The laugh wasn't on the verge of hysteria, the laugh was hysterical. She was going to die all because she had went out to get some liquor.
"I just wanted a drink." She snorted and started laughing harder. She couldn't believe that famous model Jalen Steele was going to go down in a blaze of glory. Oh wait! Maybe that is something. But no one would mourn her. So it would be a waste. She stopped and looked down at the man and suddenly she didn't care if she was going to die. He was hot.
"Oh, hi!" She smiled giving her best sexy smile. "I'm Jalen. Well you probably knew that." She giggled as she looked down at him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet making sure to slide her body against him as he stood to his full height. "What's your name?"
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 21, 2012 23:22:34 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
"Oh gawd are you o-"
The woman's voice brought him out of the assault on his mind. It was only then that he remembered why he had done this in the first place. It was to save her, from one of these monsters. This wasn't a human, It was a monster. He looked down as he slowly looked at the dead body as if to remind himself it was a monster.
When the woman began to freak out and ask he if was going to kill her he simply shook his head. his dreads dangling behind him. "No no, Don't be so silly....I'm not a killer....I was just trying to h-"
His words were cut off by the woman once more who said she only wanted a drink. Drink.... He knew what that meant, he knew what it was like. Almost instantly his throat went dry and his body twitched involuntarily. His body remember how much the drink 'made the pain go away' But Makaio had to shake his head free from the thought. He had to focus on calming her down, but suddenly the woman's mannerism changed, she began to introduce herself and by the look on her face, she was pretty interested in him. As she said her name it rang a bell to him but he wasn't quiet sure who she was yet. As she reached down to grab his hands he put the gun back into his pants taking her hands and standing up as his body rubbed against hers it sent shivers down his body. His skin instantly crawling with goosebumps as he grew a soft blush looking at her. As looked at her, his hazel eyes finding hers as he smiled softly, his pearly white teeth showing slightly as he did.
He was nervous, he had just met this woman and already she was bad news, giving him the craving for old things that he used to desire in life. As he looked at her he tried to look into her eyes only. Opening his lips he spoke in his Hawaiian accent. "Aloha Jalen, They call me Trust." he said looking down at her. Due to the fact that he didn't really trust anyone he met he just went by his nickname "Trust" Of course the danger was, since he was a slightly well known surfer, someone he ran into might eventually know his name. But surfing wasn't that popular, especially not here in Chicago so he presumed he was safe for now.
As he looked at her he took a step back from the body, but mor importantly the woman who seemed to be more dangerous to him at the moment. He was afraid to spend o much time with anyone who put him in such temptations, especially so fast. But as he backed up more of he body came into view. His blood boiled slight with desire. Shaking his head he tried to move on.
"You don't have to worry...I don't plan on harming you....And this..man....wasn't a man...at least not anymore. Look I know it's hard to understand, but most the world is gone it appears, it seems like there are barely any survivors. All that's really left are these guys...Who died already, but come back...you know...classic zombie shit...."
As he finished his sentence with a cuss word he cursed himself in his mind for allowing himself to sin already. Thinking that he really did want to give the faith thing a shot, but was it worth it? Could a God exist in a world thrown into such a hell? Makaio wasn't sure, but he didn't think now was the best time to have this debate with himself.
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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 22, 2012 3:00:32 GMT -8
Jalen hadn't seen a man in a month. It had been longer than that since she kicked her boyfriend to the curb and if she was Eve in this new hell well she was glad this Adonis was her Adam. She liked that he was taller than her; a feat that few men who weren't in the biz (movies, tv, or modeling) could achieve. Plus he had that cute rastafarian thing going on and Jalen could totally dig that. It was when he opened his mouth that she had to catch herself. Accent! The man had an accent! She wasn't quite sure from where, but it was sexy.
Jalen wanted to sigh as he seemed to be shaking his head at her a lot. Though, that wasn't going to stop her. She finally found another human being it was a plus he was male. Oh dear God, what if he was gay. It would be just her luck. Jalen watched him carefully, but couldn't determine any signs that guys usually gave her. Which meant... yup. He was gay. The first guy she meets who is oh so sexy and he turns out to be gay. The world truly sucked. That didn't mean she was going to stop flirting. It was one of her best attributes. Plus what if she could turn a gay man straight? I mean they were the last two sane people on earth, right? It was worth a ... thought or try.
"Trust?" Wait. Maybe he wasn't gay. Maybe this was his pick up line. But he said it with such hesitation. It was cute. He was trying and she would give him credit for that. "Let me guess. I'm supposed to just trust you, right?" She laughed low and throaty. She wondered what he did before. Probably some hippie who would only dream of having a girl like her or close too and was dying to try that corny pick up line and before he could or before he could score with it the world went to hell in a hand basket. Well lucky him she was the last female on earth and she liked corny and humor. Lucky lucky him.... hell lucky her he was so cute.
She nodded her head not really listening to him. He was mumbling something about the man he shot not being a man. Jalen looked at the dead guy. He sure did look like a man and not a woman. Maybe Trust was a tinsy bit crazy. She wanted to laugh again. Hell, people thought crazy was her first name. Just because you blow up your boyfriend's car once or twice does not make you crazy! "I understand. You saved me. Goodness knows what that crazed maniac might have done if he caught me. I do think killing him was a bit drastic, but he didn't even say anything to me. Just moaned and was coming after me. I think he might have attacked other women and I'm just grateful you saved me from ..." Jalen trailed off not wanting to say what she thought, but the word rape hung in the air.
Her mind kinda paused as it went back over what Trust said. Classic zombie shit. It was like her brain couldn't wrap itself around that idea. She had seen the movies, watched her boyfriends play the video games, but here was a sane man (or whom she had thought was sane) telling her that zombies existed. Nope, Jalen refused to acknowledge that. She didn't want to think the first real hot guy she met was crazy. These were jacked up rioters on some sort of drug or mix of drugs who managed to do a mass riot across the United States and take control of the world. Kind of like a weird ass revolution. Not .. not .. not ... NO these were people on crack or heroine or a mixture of the two. Yeah like Craoine or Herack.
Either way that didn't matter much. "So I was on my way to the local grocery store to pick up some groceries. I figured the looters probably got a lot of it, but with luck there might be some liquor or food left that we can scavenge for. Than we'll go back to my pent house and wait for the world to come back to order. I'm surprise it's taken so long already." Jalen was already walking towards the nearest grocery store. She assumed Trust would follow. Why wouldn't he? They were the last sane people on earth and Jalen wanted a drink. And Chee-tos. She'll exercise for 2 hours tomorrow if she can have a bag of Cheetos today.
"Even though I'm pretty sure this city is void of any human life. I was pretty shocked to have seen that rioter beaten up on the side of the street. I've been watching for days from my view and hadn't seen anything in weeks. Still, with you around if we did happen to come across any other crazy looters well you can chase them away with your gun. Kind of like a body guard. Ooooh I love that movie. Have you seen it? With Whitney and Kevin Costner. Such a beautiful love story. Don't you agree?" She turned looking expectantly at Trust.
She turned back around and continued on towards the store. "The power has been kinda wonky in my pent house. I tried calling the maintenance man, but his voicemail is full. He's going to get a ear full when I finally get up with him. I pay over $5000 in homeowner's and I expect my power to not come on and off at odd hours of the day. Still we could try to pizzas or whatever, but if the power is out you're best getting canned food or something you can eat cold. Like deli meat or something. I like honey ham. What do you like?"
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 22, 2012 7:52:57 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
As Makaio stopped the religious debate with himself his hazel eyes refocussed on the female in front of him. She did look vaguely familiar, but he wasn't sure from where. He tried to think about it but her response cut him off, it seemed she was good at cutting off his thoughts. She repeated his name then played off of a pun from his name. His lips formed a playful smile. Looking to the side, the next words from his mouth came out, even though they probably shouldn't have. But he doubted this woman was into watching surfing competitions. "Nah, Sisdah It means You can Trust when I'm around, Things are gonna be Gnarly."
As Makaio just stared at her as she explained basically how she didn't listen or believe him at all and thought the man was going to rape her. He simply raised his hand and pushed his face into his palm, as he hook his head. It figures he would meet some diva who didn't listen to others. Then again when he found out what was really going on himself, He didn't exactly believe it either. But once he really saw what happened, there was no denying it.
His breath was back to normal by now and the smell of the dead man next to them was starting to get to him. He wanted to get away, and possible take a shower and get a change of cloths to get into. Makaio thought back, he then realized he hadn't exactly been able to take many showers since 'that day' He probably didn't smell all too great at the moment. For that he was slightly embarrassed, wondering if this woman could smell him. He ad to remind himself that it didn't matter anymore, at least he didn't smell like the Hemo-ed [smashed, creamed, totaled] man next to him.
'Liquor' was the next words that stood out to Makaio, His throat again went dry as he looked up slowly at the female. Explaining how all she wanted was some liquor, maybe some groceries, but she really wanted liquor. 'shit' He thought, it figures he would get caught with the one babelicious alcoholic chick in chicago. She began to walk and he found himself wondering if he should follow, or just continued on his route, but his legs began moving before he made up his mind, following the woman. Maybe she had a good idea. He did need some supplies, and a place to rest for the night would be great, even though a night alone with this woman would be even ore of a hell for him tahn living out with these flesh-eaters. This thought caused him to laugh softly in his head, who would have thought that being alone with a woman in an empty city would be considered a 'hell'? Just last year he would have taken this chance to get as drunk or as high as possible and to 'bang' her anywhere they could get to. But that life style was in the past and he had to focus on something else. As she spoke on he tried to focus on that rather than the cravings for alcohol that he could feel crawling through his body. She was clueless, she really had no idea what was going on.
When she mentioned something about him being her body guard and referencing some movie he remembered hearing about but was probably too busy at the beach to go see. A small chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head once more. This woman really expected too much of him. Body guard? If she knew the fights she would be in she would probably be offering to be his body guard, hell she would probably just use him as bait after drowning him in a mess of liquor. But he didn't want to make the woman feel insecure, so he simply remained silent, a small playful smile on his face, which could have been seen as flirtatious. But really it was just a playful smile at the thought of him being someone's body guard.
As he listened it seemed she just pinned herself up in her pent house and simply watched as the world went to hell. She had no idea how seriously messed up the world had become. Makaio didn't think now was the best time to explain to her, she would probably just freak out and attract attention to them or laugh in his face for 'making a joke' out of her. Who knew, girls were insane sometimes. The topic quickly changed from the world, to his favorite food. Makaio didn't mind the change of subject at all, instead he welcomed it openly as he looked up to the dreary sky as they walked.
"Oh absolutely oven Kalua Pork. Give me a nice pig roasted over a wicked flame as you add the seasonings slowly. Put that with a side of Hawaiian bread. Mmmm I can practically taste it now. It totally Brok' Da Mout."
He said in a playful manor as he licked his lips and his stomach turned, growling for any type of substance. Makaio's hazel eyes landed on her once more and slid his hands into his pockets as he was now walking by her side.
"what about you Sisdah? What did you do before the world wen Aznuts?"
He tred not to use his native tongue too much, not wanting to confuse the Popolo. [black person from the main land.] But sometimes he couldn't help it. He felt like it was part of him that he was proud of. Trust started thinking of ways to get around explaining exactly who he was to her when she asked, he knew she would. But he didn't feel comfortable giving away his true identity yet, he didn't know if he could trust her. Even if he could he didn't want to let her too close into his life.
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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 23, 2012 12:55:29 GMT -8
Jalen loved the man's accent. She found herself asking him more and more things just so she could hear the way he talks. It was definitely Hawaiian now that she thought about it. She should have known. She had vacationed there enough times. Hell, she had even thought of getting her 3rd home there since she loved the weather so much. Something tugged at her memory and she stared at him as her mind almost made the connection. It was at the tip of her tongue, but then he started talking about food and she instantly forgot. "Oh yes. I know exactly what you're talking about. I once stayed in Wakiki at the Wilmore Hotel and Cindy, Cindy Crawford, told me I had to try Kalua Pork. Now I thought this was like Pork soaked in Kalua alcohol. Imagine my surprise. But it was the best tasting meat. Succulent, juicy, and I never ever want to see how they prepare. A pig on a spig is not my idea of what should be going on in the kitchen."
Jalen listened to him and smiled as she thought about his question. She had a glamorous life. Had made it out of the ghetto to become rich. A true rags to riches kind of life. "I was a model. Infact ..." Jalen trailed off as she stopped for a moment to think. She than led him a block further than they needed to go and looked up to see the billboard looked pretty much untouched. She pointed to the image of her face, her lips a brilliant shade of purple. It was an advertisement for lipstick. "That's me. What did you do?"
They rounded the corner and the street was deserted, but ahead was the parking lot to the grocery store. She instantly stopped talking and looked around. "I don't see anymore rioters. I think we're safe." She continued on past the deserted cars not looking inside. Which was probably a good thing or she would have noticed the dead people in the car. Or maybe she knew and didn't want those grisly images in her head. No, it was better to walk forward and not look in any direction. It was very reminiscent of living back on the South Side. Don't make eye contact, don't pay attention, keep to yourself.
The door to the store was closed, but the glass was broken. Jalen ducked down and went inside. The lights were flickering which was kind of freaky. She brandished her knife and slowly made her way down the aisle. There was blood everywhere. It was grotesque and horrifying. How did the government let this happen? How could people have hurt themselves or others like this? Jalen's eyes followed a huge bloody trailed that led to the back part of the store that was sectioned off for employees. The doors were barricaded, but still the rioters were pushing on it. She gulped and quickly headed towards the liquor section. There wasn't much left, but what was there was Bud Light. Jalen closed her eyes sighing hard. Beer! BEER?! She didn't drink Beer. Beer was nasty. It tasted how she imagined cat piss to taste. She stomped her heels in annoyance. Fine! She'll just get those damn cheetos. Except there wasn't a single bag of chips. Okay now she was really getting pissed.
"This sucks. Just sucks. We're going to starve and the government, Fema, someone should have come in and clean this place up. It looks like someone was murdered!" Jalen turned and saw that there was some food, most dented can food, but very little junk food like she wanted. The store was almost bare. "Oh. We could go into the back. I'm sure they have food in the storage area. It's just ... past ..." Jalen eyes went back to the door where the looters were pushing on the door where they were barricaded in.
"I have an idea Trust. You have a gun. I'm sure that if we talk to them they'll leave us alone; won't attack us. They're probably scared and just want to go home. Who knows how long they have been locked up in the back. Okay? So I'm going to open the door and you stand right there with your gun out ready to shoot them if they get any funny ideas. Okay?" Jalen sucked in a huge lung of air and started towards the door. "You're ready right? You want me to talk to them first through the door?"
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 24, 2012 13:55:02 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
When the woman began to talk about her experience in Hawaii he laughed softly and shook his head. It was a common misconception from the Haole, or Popolo in her case. Maybe people who visit the islands have a hard time understanding their accent or what they mean or why they even talk like that. No one tends to understand the background behind their language and the depths that it takes. But it became obvious she was just another tourist as she explained that the pig was roasted in a kitchen. The real hawaiians actually roasted the pigs on an open fire outside while having a hula. The memories flooded back in, causing him to smile softly. Remembering a time when he was at a hula and one of his surfing brothers dared him to jump over the roasting pig. The thing was that Makaio had a bit too much to drink, so he stumbled as he ran, and instead of taking a mighty jump, he dove straight into the pig, causing the whole roast to come crashing into the sand. Everyone was pissed, but the sight was so funny to see Makaio pinned underneath a sandy half roasted pig that it didn't matter. That was his family, they were close. But their lives were focused on the wrong things.
When Jalen began to explain she was a model it instantly clicked in his mind. He had seen the magazines a few times. He met a lot of famous people in his partying and touring, but he never met her. But he had seen her picture in a few magazines that were on the tour bus. When they turned the corner and he saw the large image of her, puckering her lips he shook his head lightly. His dreads rattling slightly behind him. He had a hard time with the idea with such a large image of his face posted in such a place. At one point in his life that's what he wanted. But for now, he wasn't sure that was worth it. "Ho Brah a Model 'ey? That's Radical....Wiki [fast] lifestyle..."
He was curious as to how he ended up in this situation. Why was it that he was first with a girl who seemed to be more worried about herself than anyone else's survival, and now he was with some super model that had her face plastered around the city and thought the world was destroyed by some major riot. It just didn't make sense to him. He figured if these people were survivors then they would be some kind of military brat or something. But then again, how did he explain the unlikely chance that he was live still.
As they walked through the parking lot his hazel eyes glanced around to see if there were any 'rioters' as she put it around. But she was right, there was none. Must mean that there were no living people in the area either. But the streets were a mess, there was blood everywhere. It was as if someone tried to paint the streets a thick crimson color. There were even some bodies of the dead undead littering the streets. But his new companion seemed to not notice it all, It was as if this woman was seeing something else, like she living in another world. A brief thought crossed his mind. Maybe this woman was on drugs? How else could he explain how she say the things going on around them. But then again, she seemed a bit to normal to be THAT high. He decided to shrug it off, maybe she just didn't want to admit the new world she was living in.
As they stepped carefully through the broken doors, Makaio's eyes scanned the area quickly, trying to take in details. IT looked likes something straight from a horror movie. But not nearly as bad as the Rehab center looked. That place was horrid. As he looked around it seemed most of the useful stuff was gone, used up. but as his eyes wandered up to the door he heard and saw the zombies trying to get through the barricaded door into the store. They must have been stuck back there when this all started and locked by some survivors. Makaio decided to remain silent as he followed her to the drink liquor isle. Hoping she wouldn't notice them and that they could just take the stuff and go as quickly as possible.
As they turned the corner there was a sigh of relief that escaped his lips. It was one of the best things he had seen other than living people. No alcohol, at least nothing that was good. There was some beer but that didn't interest him too much. This meant that his demons would have to wait a bit longer before they had their attack on his body. He laughed softly as she becan to freak out, following her to the chip isle. She was a diva, seeing that she wasn't getting ehr way was pissing her off, even after the world basically came to an end. He couldn't help but to chuckle softly to himself, sliding his hands into his pockets as he watched her.
But that joke quickly came to an end as she became more desperate for what she wanted. He followed her as he listened to her plan. The blood faded from his face and he went pale. Was this woman crazy? she wanted to talk to the zombies? Did she even have a brain? or did she drink it to hell? When she asked him if he was ready and started to move towards the dor he instantly acted.
He reached out grabbing her forearm with enough grip to show he was serious but not enough to hurt her. Fo' Real Sistah? dun't you see they ain't right in the head? They ain't rioters, those people are dead....They are zombies...they don't wanna chat, they wanna grind you until there's nothin left of ya. [eat like theres no tomorrow, could be taken the wrong way.
His hazel eyes looked deeply into hers. He wasn't showing any sign of joking, his body was shaking slightly and his forehead as dabbed with sweat. He was nervous. He had seen these things move before a few times. And when they did, they only had one thing on their mind. Eating what ever is alive. And that was them.
"Come on Sistah, It aint worth it....Let's get some of the real grub and get outta here."
Makaio looked around at what little food there was left. There was some stuff they could definitely use. But the real question was, would she listen to him. He knew what it was like to be addicted, if you didn't get what you wanted. The world was gonna be destroyed to get it. Makaio was only happy he began rehab before the world went to hell. If he didn't then he would be in serious trouble.
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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 24, 2012 16:43:07 GMT -8
Jalen was shocked that he grabbed; no manhandled her. She pulled on her arm, but he wasn't letting go. Her face scrunched up in worry as she wondered if maybe she couldn't trust Trust. Was he going to hurt her? Was it because he had locked these people up and she would discover that he really wasn't a nice guy? Dear God what had she done trusting the first man who wasn't all bruised and bloodied since the rioting started? There had to be a reason his clothes weren't bloodied and he had no marks on him. Not even a scratch. He could be a con man. She watched shows of men who could talk their way out of and into anything. And maybe he was so good of a fighter like Jet Li or something. Her heart started to pound fast and she stared up at him as her hand tightened on her blade. Could she defend herself if he decided she was the next on his list to go?
It took her a moment to realize what he was saying. She blinked a little bit trying to get past his accent and his strange dialect to realize he thought those people behind the door were dangerous. She visibly sighed and relaxed as she pulled herself from his grip and took a step back from him and the door. Jalen wasn't stupid. She seen movies. She saw the books and the tv show. It just ... wasn't real. All that was make believe or had some reason behind the 'zombie' concept. This had none. She would have heard on the news something. It was all just weird random acts of violence which is exactly the definition of a rioter. Maybe Trust, with his dreads and hawaiian surfer boy (a guess) image was really a dead head. You know a hippie type. Was he hot yes, but he could still be a paranoid hippie. Why her?
"Okay Trust," Jalen spoke slowly. It was like trying to talk to one of her entourage who was on some drug and going through a bad trip. You talk slow, low, evenly, and you try to stay calm; keep your hands in view (though she had to kinda make the knife look harmless) and keep their focus on you. "I understand you're scared. But I need you to answer simple questions with a yes or no okay? Those people in the back are not dead right? Because DEAD people don't walk or talk, right? No. No they don't. It's okay. I'm here and I can help you. Okay. I just need you to calm down. I'll handle everything myself. It's okay."
Jalen gently led Trust back over to the alcohol section because the generator was still running and the cool air was still coming from the open refrigerator parts. "Trust are you on the same drugs as these rioters?" Jalen shook her head. She didn't want to know. She knew what bad trips look like and this just seemed like he had taken too much or was coming down off his high. He was just paranoid. "Never mind. It's okay. Look. We need food. I'm completely almost out of food and well toilet paper and stuff. Look at this place. There's only a few cans of sustenance and that's not going to hold us over until the government finally gets off their lazy asses and help us. I know you're scared. I'm scared too, but we need to get into the back and get boxes of food. Those people might have been mean looters, but now they just want out, okay?" She smiled sweetly using her best calming smile and nodding her head.
Jalen took a small step backward from Trust. "You stay here. Keep cool. If you get thirsty ..." Jalen looked around and grabbed a beer. "Here and if you get hungry ..." she looked around and found a small trampled upon bag of peanuts. "This should hold you over while I talk to those people and direct them out the front. I won't even let them know you're here. It'll be easier with your gun though. Me brandishing a knife probably won't be as intimidating."
She wasn't sure if he was getting it. He was just staring at her. So she asked him outright. "I want to borrow your gun. I won't hurt them, but it'll be easier to get my point across while you stay here and calm down. Okay?"
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Oct 25, 2012 20:24:24 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Makaio hoped by some chance this woman would simply believe him and walk away with him. But that didn't seem to be the case. By the blank look on her face she either was in disbelief, or she thought he was a complete moron. But how could she possibly think that? This woman is looking at a door holding back a group of men who are literally dripping blood, who have flesh who torn from their bodies, and he was the idiot?
As she began to speak his eyes widened. She was talking to him slowly, as if he was a little kid who was being told not to do something. She was treating him like a child, but then when she asked if he was on drugs, he almost lost it. He wanted to simply go and prove to her she was wrong. But then she began to drag him back to the refrigerated area. As he followed her he slid his hands in his pockets and shook his head slowly. He couldn't believe how blind his woman was. He began to think. How could he tell her that these were zombies. Maybe the only way for her to understand was to see for herself.
They way she spoke to him he simply stared at her blankly. Looking at her is disbelief. She said he was scared, Scared? He tackled a damn flesh eating zombie and shot it in the head to save her. He was scared? But still, he kept it in. He didn't say a word. He simply watched her as she spoke in a seemingly 'innocent' voice. She was trying to sweet talk to him. He knew what she had planned. She wanted to open the doors still. But when she told him to stay here he slightly smirked to himself. She wanted to go alone, she thought he was going to stay here and let her open the door by herself. He thought he heard it all, he was finally about to speak when she spoke again. The amazement continued; she wanted his gun. She wanted him to trust her with his gun. This woman who seemed to be 'blind' to this curse. Maybe she had it out for him. Maybe she was trying to trap him. Maybe she was a demon put in his personal hell to try to trap him. But he wasn't sure if he could just outright call her out. he had to be smart about it. He looked down at her before looking up to the ceiling.
"Ho Brah, Maybe you're right. Maybe they is just rioters. Sorry fo acting so Aznuts. I'll go wid you, If yu right, then we let them out ya? If not we keep 'em locked up. Da' Kine? [you know what I mean?]"
Makaio nodded to her and turned, not giving her the chance to argue against him. He walked towards the back door, talking a gulp. Swallowing at the lump in his throat. He had to show her that they weren't men any longer. He just hoped she would be willing to listen when they saw them.
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Post by Jalen Steele on Oct 29, 2012 14:20:48 GMT -8
Jalen was ready to go to that door and talk to those rioters with the gun or without all in the name of food. They needed food. They couldn't survive without it or they would have to travel to other cities or whatever just to find some. She was fairly certain this town was void of the rioters but she wasn't sure of the others. No, it was safer to stay here and get as much food as possible than to start trying to find nourishment elsewhere. Besides, yes it has been a month, but she was sure the government was going to come and clean this stupidity up soon and then she can get her life back together.
Jalen stared long and hard at Trust. His words seemed like he was turned around, but something about his eyes were off. And what did he mean if not? She sighed. Maybe he just didn't want to give up the gun. "It's okay if you want to keep the gun here with you. I can handle this. I'm used to talking to people, spokeswoman and all that jazz. Don't worry about it. Stay."
He wasn't listening. She sighed and went after him. He put his hand on the door and would have to take away the metal crowbar that was locking them. She took out her knife and nodded her head. She would leave the knife down at her side so not to attract attention, but would use it in an emergency only. She took in a deep breath as the sound of metal sliding against metal seemed to vibrate through the store as Trust took away the lock. He pulled and the doors open.
Jalen squinted her eyes trying to see inside. She couldn't. But the smell. Oh gawd, what was that smell. It smelled like .. death, rotting vegetables and food. Dear God, did the rioters destroy the food or let the rest rot. That's when she heard someone moan and a little cough sound. Jalen squared her shoulders. "Rioters. We have freed you under one condition. That you -OH MY GAWD!"
Jalen had never seen this. She had explained the man's eye ball of falling out of his socket by being beaten so bad his body was in shock and his eye muscles had just went limp and fell out but this. This she couldn't explain. Men and women walking on broken legs, heads twisted completely around, and half a skull opened showing the brain. They eyes were moving, focused on her, but there was no life in them. She was a model. She knew what dead eyes looked like. She worked hard to show fire and emotion in her eyes when taking a picture. This was like a picture in motion. No life at all.
Jalen's eyes flickered to Trust as she took a step back and they came after her. The ones in front couldn't move fast just shuffled, but there was 2 in the back that pushed the ones down to get at her. They could run. She screamed and moved back and she was grateful the runners slipped on the slick blood from the walkers in front of them. She rounded the corner pushed against an aisle as she tried to get her breathing underway. Her mind could not focus on this. She peeked through the empty shelves. Trust was behind the door and there was 5 walkers and 2 runners slipping on the floor.
Jalen climbed on top of the shelves and screamed. "Trust, we have to get out of here. They ... you ... what happened to ..." She seen movies. She understood. Zombies. Fucking zombies. She had to go for the head, but she only had a knife and only a childhood to teenage training in martial arts. After that diddly squat.
One of the runners was finally able to get his footing, by stepping on the dead under his feet and ran towards Jalen. "Shit!" She hefted her knife, took aim and threw it; it sunk into the runners head. Okay now she didn't even have a knife. But at least that guy wasn't running at her anymore. Unfortunately, his body was still moving with momentum and came at the empty shelves. Only her weight on it, but that wasn't enough to not send it toppling over. She fell on top of the shelves moaning at her back and ass. She felt hands on her leg and saw one of them trying to bite through the leather. She screamed and kicked it in the head while scrambling backwards. They had to get out of here!
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Nov 1, 2012 20:03:47 GMT -8
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Makaio Opened the door, planning on simply opening it a crack so she could just see them, but they pushed past the doors and forced Trust back against the cool tile wall. His hazel eyes scanned the mess that unfolded in front of him. Jalen walking backwards, as her face went pale and she began to realize what was really going on, the zombies who stumbled after her, then the zombies who began running from the back of the group. Everything happened so fast, Makaio began to wonder if this was real, was it just a scene from a movie? Maybe he was having a bad trip or was drunk? Hell, maybe this whole dang month has been a bad trip for him.
As he watched the woman scamper up to the top of the shelves it reminded him of a squirrel, trying to get away from hungry dogs. But instead of throwing little acorns, this 'squirrel' threw her combat knife. The blade implanted it's self into one of the runner's head, causing the body to thrash to the floor with a violent splatter of blood, as if Pacaso had been set free to vent his emotions with the floor and wall as his canvas. As the body quit convulsing Makaio's hazel eyes found his new friend. She was scurrying backwards from the horde that was now closing in on her, the dogs were planning on having this squirrel for dinner. Makaio missed the point where the shelves fell, but it didn't matter how she ended up there.
Makaio had to act quickly, he struggled to pull the pistol out from his pants and pointed it at the runner that was left, pulling the trigger everything seemed to freeze. He expected the body to fall to the ground. But instead it leapt at the girl, trying to gnaw through her boots. Makaio pulled the trigger a few more times, hitting the zombie in the back a few times, blood splattering out but doing nothing to stop the zombie. He held his breath as he watched the zombie look up and dive at the girl's throat. Makaio pulled the trigger one last time and watched the body fall limp onto the girl. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing his bullet hit it's mark.
But there was no time to celebrate, His friend was now being layed on by a dead zombie, which reminded him of a few times of having some drunk girl passed out laying on top of him, leaving him unable to move but being stuck, and without any fun. But this situation was a lot worse. Instead of a passed out girl coating you in her poisoned breath, she was still being chased by three more zombies, though they stumbled like they were drunk. Makaio quickly ran up behind them, knowing he was starting to run low on bullets from all of those terrible shots. Once he was within a closer distance he shot.....and....missed.
what the hell?!?!
He shook his head and began to shoot furiously, a few more bullets missed but one found it's target, the next zombie dropped almost at the same time. But as Makaio's took aim for the last zombie he pulled the trigger and heard a click. "Son of a -" Makaio ran up behind the zombie, using the handle of the gun to pistol whip the zombie. The zombie fell to the ground but stumble, still lead by the urge to feed on the model. Makio looked around for something that might work better, grabbing the first object that was next to him. Quickly raising his hand griping around the object he squatted as he thrust his fist down, and looked down at the zombie.
.........are....you....fo' real?....
Makaio's hazel eyes looked dow at the zombie who was now with it's face planted in the ground and a rotten carrot smushed to the back of his head, the matted hair and blood and sweat, and not to mention the rotting flesh, made it look like Makaio was trying to make some kind of zombie stew. Things, just weren't going as planned. In an embarrassed rage makaio raised his fist and began to pound it into the zombie's head violently. The zombie simply groaned in confusion as it tried to look at him. The rotten carrot now covering his hand and the back of the zombie's head. Makaio's punches began to hit in the same spot, and applying enough force to the rotten corpse his hand burried it's self into the man's skull.
Makaio's lips curved into a victorious smile, but that quickly faded as he pulled his hand free from the zombie's head. His hand was now not only coated by a rotten carrot, but also the brains and flesh of the man who he just assaulted with said carrot. He literally had zombie brain stew all over his head. Makaio quickly jumped to his feet and grabed his wrist with his other hand and fling his hand around the air.
"AHHHH! What Da Hell Bruddah!!! This is Aznuts!! Freaking NASTY BRAH!!"
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Post by Jalen Steele on Nov 4, 2012 21:16:42 GMT -8
Jalen had never known fear like this before. Her heart was beating in her chest so hard she thought she could see it through her shirt. Her ears were ringing and she could have sworn she heard a high loud pitch noise coming from somewhere. It took her taking in a deep breath to realize that loud pitch noise was her. She was screaming and all she could focus on was the thing that kept trying to claw her. She kicked out again her foot connecting with his face knocking him back once again. She scrambled backwards and fell between two shelves. Her legs and lower back were up, but she was basically on her back and shoulders. This wasn't good. She would be eaten alive if she didn't get out of this fucking hole.
She distinctly heard loud bangs, but couldn't figure out what they were as she tried to get her upper body to kinda crawl up the other side of the shelf so she could sit up and get away from ... zombies. She couldn't believe this. This was insane. Was she? The sound of their moans and other horrifying noises she couldn't place told her to figure that out later. She had just finally made her way to a level position her arms and shoulders resting on one shelf, her legs on the shelf against her while her back and bum were suspended in space. She felt a tug and the thing was on her again. She screeched and pulled back as she felt his nails drag down her boots. She scooted back and her lower body fell into the hole. The thing lunged at her and she jerked back falling over the shelf and into another hole banging her head hard. Her eyes started to drift close, but the thing growled and the adrenaline surged through her veins and fight or flight was back with a vengeance. She screamed and scooted backwards curling into a ball.
She couldn't move fast enough. She wasn't going to get out of this hole. The thing was coming after her. His dead eyes focused on her. She saw his head bobbing towards her almost as if he had a song in his head and was jamming to it as he was going to eat her. "No, Please!" He stumbled and fell onto his body coming at her still bobbing his head at her. Jalen scrambled backwards but wasn't going anywhere. Her boots slipping on the tile floor. Jalen screamed.
This was it she was going to die. It growled, it's mouth dripping with drool, as it's head fell onto the tile floor. It took Jalen a long moment to realize that Trust was smashing in the zombie's head. She watched as the back of the head was demolished and finally Trust's fist went through it. She stopped screaming and just watched Trust take care of business as the blood rang in her ears. Slowly her heart stopped pounding, she was able to catch her breath, and the adrenaline was leaving her system. Which left her shaking in terror. She never expected this. She thought ... she assumed ... she had seen ...God she was so stupid! He tried to tell her and she didn't listen.
Jalen didn't realize she was crying til she felt something dripping on her arms. She wiped at her face and wanted to laugh at the hilarity that was Trust and his gross hand. Instead, she leaped to her feet and launched herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bawled into his chest. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." She couldn't stop mumbling into his chest.
Hours (or maybe a few minutes) she had calmed down enough. She wiped at her nose and lifted her chin in what she hoped showed that she was confident, calm, and ready. "Let's get some food." She hated that her voice didn't sound strong. She retrieved her knife from the head of one of the runners and kicked him. "Fucker," she mumbled to him as she looked towards the back area. She stood up more determined than anything or maybe it was because she had a purpose and it was giving her drive to finish something. She didn't know, but she was ready. She stepped into the back area and was surprised to see it was lit up. The lights weren't flickering like in the store and Jalen didn't wonder or care why. She glanced at Trust. "Ready?"
As she made her way into the back the smell of the dead was overpowering. She couldn't take this and felt like she was drowning. She wanted to throw up or scream or end this hell on earth. She felt like her mind was slipping and she didn't fight it. If this was going to be the way that she was going to die than so be it. The darkness came upon her and suddenly it was like she was here, but not. Like she was watching herself from far away. She knew this was her, but it wasn't. This Jalen's back stiffened and she craned her neck from left to right making the bones crack; like someone getting used to her body. The Other Jalen looked down at herself and gave a small growl. She didn't like what Jalen had chosen to wear though they both agreed on the shoes. Jalen on the look and the Other Jalen on how it protected her from the zombie that had tried to kill them earlier.
The Other Jalen turned to Trust. "It looks like this is where they kept some of the perishables. They're rotted. Let's see if we can find some of the non-perishables." Jalen noted that this Jalen's voice was cold and flat. Very little infliction. She wondered if Trust would notice that change. Than again if he did he would probably chalk it up to shock or something. The Other Jalen moved with sure footing and turned the corner. There was a walker. Jalen felt herself scream, but the Other Jalen just smiled. She walked up and went to do a jump kick. Something Jalen hadn't done in over 10 years. The Other Jalen realized her mistake in mid jump. Jalen hadn't kept up with any of her martial arts and wasn't quick or limber enough to do anything. The leg never came out. Instead she brought the knife down onto the top of his head sinking it in deep. She pulled it out and watched as the bastard just slumped to the ground. Wow, the other me is pretty bad ass. There was only one way to go and Other Jalen followed the path. True to Jalen's assumption the back had food items and a lot of it was still there. There was can goods, junk food, and bottled water.
Jalen hadn't thought to bring anything to package the goods. Other Jalen internally smirked at her counterpart and glanced around. There was an office. Maybe she could find something in there. At first Other Jalen thought it was useless, but upon closer inspection there was a book bag someone had left and it seemed sturdy enough. She dumped out the text books, sketch book, pencils, and other miscellaneous crap onto the floor. She was about to walk out, but decided to check the drawers in case there was anything useful in there. Drawer 1, 3, and 4 held miscellaneous stuff and some petty cash that Other Jalen took; just in case, you never know if they would need money or not in this new world. Drawer 2 held a gun that must have been used for just in case though Jalen wouldn't have thought a grocery chain like this would have a weapon here at all. Other Jalen picked it up and nonchalantly handed it to Trust. "I don't know if there's bullets somewhere in there. I'll get us some food. Anything in particular you want so we can get the fuck out of here and back home?"
Wonder what you call yourself? Myself? This is freaking weird.
I'm you. The you you should have been if you hadn't decided to pursue something like modeling. I've always liked the nickname Jay. Jay said the word modeling like it was something more despicable than she would have ever imagined. Jalen scowled. She hated the nickname Jay. Always had. Jay laughed (not out loud). I know.
(((Sorry so long. Hope you don't mind the crazy internal debate between fun crazy Jalen and cold, killing, crazy Jay/Jaylen. I do hope you can follow along on this creepy yet fun twist to Jalen)))
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Post by Makaio "Trust" Memorare on Nov 28, 2012 9:05:38 GMT -8
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Makaio stopped freaking out with only a few seconds left to spare before Jalen attacked him. Well she didn't really attack him, she was...hugging him? Makaio looked around awkwardly before looking down to her as she mumbled into his chest. He could feel the tears staining his shirt. Makaio slowly placed his slightly gross hand on her back, but the second his sticky fingers touched the fabric of her blouse he quickly pulled his hand away and looked at it. He made a discussed face and placed his other hand on her back. Rubbing his hand up and down slowly against her back as he tried to console her.
It was slightly confusing at first. But when he thought about what she had just been through he could understand. So he stood there silently as he held her with on hand tightly. Closing his eyes, half listening to the area behind them to make sure no more flesh eaters came up behind them. His hazel eyes closed slowly as he smiled lightly. It was nice to have another living person around, even if she seemed to be trouble for him, and was a bit....dim witted?
When she finally pulled away she seemed to be fine. His lips curved into a soft smile to her and he nodded to her gently as she went to the undead that she killed with her knife. Makaio chuckled lightly as she kicked the dead man after pulling the knife from its face. watching as she walked towards the back he turned and followed nodding as the talked back towards the lighted area of the store.
As they walked into the back of the store the smell caused Makaio to gage a little. No matter how many times he smelt it, he could never get used to it. As his hazel eyes darted around the rooms his eyes landed on Jalen who was now cracking her neck. As if she had become possessed by some other being, Makaio tilted his head a bit.
'she is funny kine 'ay?'
When She turned around and spoke to him chills ran down his body causing him to shiver. He could feel a bit of the blood fade from his face. It's not that he was scared. It was just, her voice it was a different from usual. It was chilling, kind of creepy. But he simply nodded and followed her towards the back. He just couldn't figure out this girl; just a moment ago she was crying into his chest and now she-
His thought was cut short as another walker was standing in the hallway. Makaio was about to push art her but she suddenly took action. She ran and jumped into the air, driving the knife deep into the poor walker's head. Makaio simply stared a bit shocked. This girl was just screaming about how the undead existed and couldn't even walk really. But now she was doing all this kong fu crap? Who was this girl. But that very action proved his point in his thoughts. She was different from before. Maybe all the shock caused something in her mind to snap?
Makaio reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with his clean hand as he smiled at her a bit awkwardly. He was still trying to figure her out. And It seemed that she almost....enjoyed killing that creature? Makaio's feet carried him forward as he followed her into the back room. As he looked around his eyes saw the foods and things that they could use. He instantly found some cloth 'recycled' bags and was about to start packing some foods but he glanced over at Jalen.
As she walked over to him he saw the gun that she was trying to hand him. He looked down at it. It would be good to have another gun. But he thought she would need it more than him.
"you sure sistah? I'm not a professional gun user. Maybe you should keep it 'ey? As for the food. Just find stuff that's easy to carry, easy to make, and stuff that will last longer; just in case."
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