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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6761310" data-attributes="member: 11146">Round 2, continuedOtter made it to the basement.&nbsp; Bukowski shoved his lanky body off the counter and made for the closed door on the kitchen's south wall.&nbsp; He stood there a moment, listening.&nbsp; &quot;It's quiet.&nbsp; What's through here?&quot;&nbsp; He looked at Cyril for a response.&nbsp; In the fellowship hall, Garvey backed five feet away from Feral (to AC24), then fired point blank.&nbsp; She <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=103088" target="_blank">missed.</a>&nbsp; She kept the gun trained on Feral.&nbsp; &quot;How's it hanging, Fiona?&quot;&nbsp; Garvey kicked off her heels.&nbsp; She was much shorter without them.&nbsp; Diminutive, even.&nbsp; Garvey grinned.&nbsp; Her mouth went stiff--a rictus of horror.&nbsp; Feral, T-dawg, and J.R. watched as Garvey shook out her hair.&nbsp; Only her auburn tresses weren't hair anymore, they were vipers.&nbsp; And the vipers came to life, hissing, spitting, and moving of their own accord.&nbsp; Garvey's skin thickened and hardened, ugly pits, ridges, scars and cracks mapping its surface.&nbsp; Her chest deflated.&nbsp; Her toes became clawed horrors, as did the fingers holding the Glock.&nbsp; The Bryn Mawr bitchy beauty was no more; what stood before Feral and T-dawg in the fellowship hall was inhuman.&nbsp; <img src="http://i67.tinypic.com/2m49c3a.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[ooc]Feral's up,&nbsp; [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION].[/ooc]<img src="http://i63.tinypic.com/20uqw07.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Initiative:&nbsp;J.R. 12 -- hallway&nbsp;Cyril 12 -- kitchen&nbsp;Otter 12 -- basement&nbsp;Bukowski 10 -- kitchen&nbsp;Garvey 9 -- fellowship hall&nbsp;Feral 8 -- fellowship hall&nbsp;T-dawg 7 -- fellowship hall&nbsp;Keihn 4 -- paralyzed through Round 3&nbsp;Marks 1 -- storage/serving[gm]Bukowski 42/42Garvey unknownKeihn unknownMarks&nbsp; 16/18[/gm]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6761310, member: 11146"] [b]Round 2, continued[/b] Otter made it to the basement. Bukowski shoved his lanky body off the counter and made for the closed door on the kitchen's south wall. He stood there a moment, listening. [color=green]"It's quiet. What's through here?"[/color] He looked at Cyril for a response. In the fellowship hall, Garvey backed five feet away from Feral (to AC24), then fired point blank. She [url=http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=103088]missed.[/url] She kept the gun trained on Feral. [color=red]"How's it hanging, Fiona?"[/color] Garvey kicked off her heels. She was much shorter without them. Diminutive, even. Garvey grinned. Her mouth went stiff--a rictus of horror. Feral, T-dawg, and J.R. watched as Garvey shook out her hair. Only her auburn tresses weren't [I]hair[/I] anymore, they were [I]vipers.[/I] And the vipers came to life, hissing, spitting, and moving of their own accord. Garvey's skin thickened and hardened, ugly pits, ridges, scars and cracks mapping its surface. Her chest deflated. Her toes became clawed horrors, as did the fingers holding the Glock. The Bryn Mawr bitchy beauty was no more; what stood before Feral and T-dawg in the fellowship hall was inhuman. [IMG]http://i67.tinypic.com/2m49c3a.jpg[/IMG] [ooc]Feral's up, [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION].[/ooc] [IMG]http://i63.tinypic.com/20uqw07.jpg[/IMG] [U][B]Initiative[/B][/U][B]:[/B] J.R. 12 -- hallway Cyril 12 -- kitchen Otter 12 -- basement Bukowski 10 -- kitchen Garvey 9 -- fellowship hall Feral 8 -- fellowship hall T-dawg 7 -- fellowship hall Keihn 4 -- paralyzed through Round 3 Marks 1 -- storage/serving [gm]Bukowski 42/42 Garvey unknown Keihn unknown Marks 16/18[/gm] [/QUOTE]

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