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whatwas[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
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Date: 2011-04-18 03:19 am (UTC)Guess you could say that. Real fuckin' asshole of a door, though.
[Opening the beer, he takes a long drink and relaxes slightly.]
Been a hell of a long time since I've had a good one'a these.
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Date: 2011-04-18 03:23 am (UTC)[Horst sits back down on his makeshift lawn chair, motions for Ellis to do the same.]
Did you give up drink before you came here?
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Date: 2011-04-18 03:26 am (UTC)[Obligingly, Ellis lowers himself into a seat, making a subtly surprised noise at the sight of the city.]
Zombie invasion. Hard to fight shit off if you ain't all there, you know? [He motions first to the alcohol, then to his temple. His tone is lightly, upbeat, like he's talking about unusual weather in June. And the, without pause:] City's might near pretty at night, huh?
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:31 am (UTC)I like it here. I don't see it during the day, but I imagine it's not bad either.
Zombies, huh? What happened?