Cyan wobbled hopelessly throughout the school in his drunken state. Blood dribbled down his chin from his most recent victims. More flesh. More meat. So good.
Some nameless vagabond kid bumped into him. He shouted something. Cyan didn't listen and quickly brought the boy's arm to his face, biting hard and sinking in his teeth. After some squirming and protest as the succulent fluid raced down his throat, the blood became foul and the boy ceased squirming. The red stained his shirt and robe, adding to the first stains made when Cassandra latched onto him.
Cyan spat out the nasty and moved on. The new zombie behind him would figure out things in a moment.
Blood. Flesh. Human flesh. He needed more.
The zombified slytherin blinked hopelessly, gazing around with unfocused eyes as he searched for the delicious taste again.
More victims. More people. More.
More.
OOC: Zombie plot! Anyone can join. Continued from here.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Ratatosk Richter on May 23, 2011 15:55:40 GMT -5
(OOC: I love zombies!! ^^ but...can I not die just yet? this looks like it'll be fun!)
Ratatosk clutched her arms close to her chest. Something weird was happening in Firefox...something awful. She cautiously walked down the hallways, stopping short when she saw the blood on the floor.
I...is someone hurt?
She didn't speak outloud. Fearful she would alert what waited for her in the darkness. She slowly walked forward into the hallway and suppressed a scream. A body? She took a few steps back.
"B...dead bodies aren't supposed to...move...it...can't be." Ratatosk whispered scared to speak the final word. She mustered the courage to run past the creature. As she made her way past the monster, she screamed. The body had grabbed her. She struggled, trying to pull herself away from the impending doom. She used her free hand to punch until it had let go. She ran as quickly as she could away, her feet splashing in some sort of liquid.
Ratatosk relit a candle that was sitting on a mantle, not wanting to speak a spell to illuminate the place, even though she had already screamed. She hoped that they would think it was somewhere else.
The floor was covered in a red substance. Her shoes colored crimson from whatever was around her.
"Blood?" Ratatosk heard her voice shake, the tears spilled over her cheeks. The terror was setting in.
She walked forward. Hoping that if she could get outside she could figure out was happening. As she ventured further she saw another monster. She stopped short and drew in her breath. She was trapped on either side. Her only option was to try and run passed this one as well. She inched herself forward and tripped on her foot, the blood on the floor splashing everywhere. Ratatosk looked on in horror as she saw it turn around.
There was a splash. Cyan turned around slowly. Ever since Cassandra totally necked him attacked him on the tower, he just couldn't think or move very fast anymore. It was like he took some nasty muggle cold medicine.
Some girl, Tasty, was splashing around in something red. How funny. Was she a gold fish?
Tasty, he reminded himself. The demented slytherin's mouth parted slightly. Tasty...
His heart throbbed in his chest, painfully excited by Tasty's presence. His hands shook. His skin was pale and clammy, except along his jawline where Cassandra bit him--there, the flesh was red and irritated, inflamed by the uninvited saliva.
Tasty, echoed the voice.
Things felt wrong somehow, but he couldn't remember why.
Cyan tromped over to Tasty, reaching out with his cold and trembling hands to grab her. It would only take a moment.
OOC: The "zombies" aren't actually dead. Just a bit... bite-crazy. <3
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Ratatosk Richter on May 23, 2011 21:33:19 GMT -5
(OOC: Darn! Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy! I was hoping it'd be like...Resident Evil zombies xD that would be AWESOME! Well, I'm gonna join you)
Ratatosk's mind took a second to process what was happening. It...that thing, whatever it was, stumbled slowly over to her. She struggled to get to her feet, the panic in her making each movement feel like the ground was shifting underneath her, like she was riding some sort of sick carnival ride.
N...no...no! Ratatosk couldn't get her voice to work. She stood awkwardly as she tried to regain balance. She turned and tried to run the other way, until she noticed the other zombie standing in her path. She didn't want to risk getting grabbed again.
Either side was gaurded. Ratatosk looked up to the celing, and spotted a terrace. But saw no way to get up there. She drew in a deep breath and decided to do the riskiest thing she ever thought of.
She backed herself up against the wall, and waited. She'd draw them close to her and try to break through them so there would be more room to run around them both and escape.
"It's all inside my head...it's just inside my...it's all inside my....they're just inside my head...," Ratatosk spoke to herself, trying to speak some sort of rationality into her now nightmarish reality. There was no other way out.
For some reason, Tasty was moving. Why? Tasty was supposed to go to his mouth, not the other way around.
Cyan saw his hands reach for her, but then Tasty was gone again. Longingly, his eyes followed her. She was against a wall, so she was done running, right?
His slightly damaged and blood-stained robe sashayed weakly about his legs. His shoes were also stained with nasty from his trek, but the third-year was oblivious to the numerous cleaning charms he would surely perform later... The only thing in his sluggish mind was Tasty. Mm. More tasty before it became nasty again.
Anxious to get the first bite, Cyan lunged toward his prey, arms prepared to give her a bear hug.
Hell, he didn't even care that it was girl. Just Tasty.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Ratatosk Richter on May 27, 2011 15:53:44 GMT -5
Now! Ratatosk pushed forward when the slytherin boy had lunged for her. Determination had given her the strength, the otherwise weak and scared girl, used to push her way through them both.
Too bad determination can't give you balance. She tripped on her own robes and fell...again. But this time it was into the enemy. Into the one that was reaching for her. Ratatosk couldn't think of a way to get out. And quite frankly she was just tired of struggling. Perhaps it would be better if she just let it happen.
Ratatosk took a deep breath in and readied herself for the pain. It wouldn't last long would it? She hoped not.
Hey, what was that pressure on his chest? Zombie Cy shortly found himself tumbling backward--with an extra xxx pounds on his chest.
"Oomph!" he muttered as he found himself toppling against the cold stone floor, one female body on top of his own. Of course, this would be paradise if he were in his right state of mind--it was such a shame that he might even cry about it deep, deep inside.
Tasty was here. That's all that mattered.
Never mind that he had the wind knocked out of him, he was quite dazed, and he was really sluggish.
Cyan sat up and leaned forward, aiming to sink his teeth into that girl's beautiful muscle that stretched from the neck to the collarbone.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Ratatosk Richter on Jun 17, 2011 17:46:03 GMT -5
Ratatosk flinched. A scream escaped her mouth as the slytherin bit into her neck. It hurt a lot more than what she had expected. Against her own will, she tried to fight against him. Trying to push the boy away from her.
As her world darkend, and her vision blurred there was an underlying hunger. Her head span, and she eventually gave up on fighting him. She was too tired and her neck was throbbing. Ratatosk could feel the blood rushing to her bite and spilling out a little. She closed her eyes and embraced her new world.
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