Simone
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Post by Simone on May 6, 2012 15:43:45 GMT -7
:Teach a Man to Fish: With the ship safely secured to the docks and her charges nicely tied to each other and then tied to the anchor chain, Simone inspected the ship and selected a bottle of alchol from the liquor cabinet. She poured it over the bite wound, which looked very much infected, and stitched it up. She took a roll of medical tape and secured a bandage over it. She inspected her eye again. It was even more blackened now, just 24 hours later. She stepped back on deck, carrying with her a piece of raw meat. Mr. Archer and Franks protested actively to their current position. Simone ignored them and turned to the water where she'd seen something that appeared to be a body before. It was gone now. She tore out a bad piece of the raw meat, as she preferred it that way, and threw it in the water before taking a bite out of the rest. In the water below, she watched as pale shapes appeared... And then there was a mass fight over the small tidbit of meat. Simone cocked her head to the side as she watched with a blank expression. The things appeared humanoid. Aquatic zombies? She considered it for only a moment before a new goal sprang to mind: I'm going to catch ten.She turned to the men behind her, still ignoring their pleas. Then turned to the swirling mass of wet flesh beneath her. A smirk spread slowly across her face. She the meat below to keep the zombies near and turned back to the men, Franks more specifically. "Mistah Franks! Shut yoah trap and listen up heah." She advanced towards them. "Do you know how to operate machanica fishing nets?""Yes, ma'am." "Good. Come along then." She tied the rope that bound them together to a different chain and tugged them along, forcing them to walk in sync with each other. They left the military ship and boarded a smaller commerical fishing boat. Simone tied Archer to the rail with the chain and then tied the rope around Franks' neck before loosing him. She kept a tight hold on his leash as he went through the controls of the ship and readied the net on her command. "All you have to do is pull this lever here and that will lower the net. Pull it again this way to bring it back up and then use this to move it back to the deck. Is that enough?" "Yes, thank you, sah Franks." She dragged him back to Mr. Archer and secured them both before dropping the net into the water. "What are you planning to do?" Archer asked with true fear as she turned back to them with that smirk. "Time to feed the fishes, boys. They ah getting hungry."
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Simone
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Post by Simone on Jun 7, 2012 21:25:02 GMT -7
:Sharp Tooth: With the men tied firmly to each other, she held them above the water. Slowly, she saw pale shapes rise to the surface. Like a fish, they were unaware of the dangerous net that surrounded them. She dropped the rope that held Mr. Archer and Mr. Franks into the water. The Sharks went wild. Blood and flesh boiled on the surface and she saw numerous white fleshy bodies. She pulled the lever and the net rose from the water. Simone waited patiently to see her catch as it rose from the water. The Sharks continued eating the remains of the two men. Some had started to realize that they were out of water and began to flop and tear around angrily. The net was now hanging above the deck. Simone kept the net secured, waiting for signs that the Sharks had died. "Ya still wiggling around... Must still got the ability to breath ayeh. Good for you... Guess I'll be back fah you then, my heahties."She left the ship then and into the deserted coastal town to look for better equipment. Her jumpsuit was made of too thin of fabric. She'd need leather, a jacket and some pants or a skirt that she could cut, and then better shoes. Boots preferably.
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Simone
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Post by Simone on Jun 8, 2012 13:02:29 GMT -7
:Chain of Command: The coast side town was almost silent. It seemed void of life. Or at least, the kind of life that didn't want to eat your face off. Simone Mercier walked down the street. A zombie stumbled in front of her. Clearly, the woman was once a whore or stripper. The bleach blonde hair was bloodied and her face, which still bore an insane amount of makeup, curled into a scowl. Her skimpy leather outfit might have done wonders for anyone's libido, but Simone was interested in one thing. "Nice boots, bitch." Simone pounced on the whore-zombie. She grabbed it's head and slammed it viciously into the pavement several times, until blood and brain matter littered the street underneath. Simone stood then and took the boots off. They were good quality leather with high heels and came up to the thigh. Simone pulled them on and stood. It had been awhile since she felt high heels beneath her feet. She missed that feeling. She looked over and found herself staring into the window of a shop full of formal wear and leather. She went inside and stepped out ten minutes later with a men's leather vest and a women's leather skirt that had been ripped up the front and the back with the ax she'd found inside. Over her hands was a pair of leather gloves. She pulled the gloves down tighter onto her hands and smirked wide as she looked up. She returned to the ship to find her Sharks now dead. A broken tooth was laying on the deck. Simone picked it up and examined it. Another idea sparked. She loosed the net and set about pulling the sharp teeth out of the Shark's mouth. Two hours later, she had a necklace made out Shark teeth, a magnum pistol, and her ax. She set out from the town, destination unknown.
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