AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Angie Nickinson's expression softened after she was done intimidating the man in the helmet, but she continued to lock her gaze in his direction. She could use one like him for help...he looked strapping enough.

"You there, what's your name?"

"I don't even have a real name, and I bet I'm probably the 3rd smartest in this room."

(I was talking to board.)

(I was referring to the crazy pirate who didn't follow logics)

(oh, oops)

(No worries)

(Aaah I should be using pictures but I am doing homework right now)

"Need of my illogical logic? That doesn't make sense even to me!"

Mander walked up to Lyra and tossed his shovel into her hands.

"Despite your insanity, Captain, I look forward to serving with you. The fastest way to China with our available resources would be to dig, obviously, so begin digging."

Lyra stared at the shovel in her hands.

"Fine then, Don't dig!" Mander snatched his shovel back. "We can go the boring way and investigate the Chinese Wood Lumberyard I buy my Sand Pear Wood stakes from."

Another mass stare. He pulled a wooden stake out of his coat.

"Sand Pear Stakes are the only effective defense against Jiang Shi Vampires!"

(I have made so many obscure references.)

"Oh daisies, you guys are so unorganized. I'll follow just so you guys don't get jullienne'd or whored out or something."

"Hello?" iconsting repeated, "Did I come at a bad time?" He called, a little louder. No reply.

With nothing left to do, he wandered into another room, hoping to find someone.

"HI! HAVE FUN, GOING TO CHINA BRB"

When she scurried out the back, no one gave any immediate notice to her exit. She had a natural aura that was wraith-like in presence and haunting in absence. She spoke little and had striking eyes that exposed the very essence of mystery.

...But her escape from the room was largely due to the fact that it held no more than five people at the moment.

Quick on her feet, she went out, took the first two lefts, then a right, and headed down the alley. At the end stood a man, half hidden by shadow, half by the ridiculous garb of a fully-covering black mask, a dull brown trench-coat, and a Fedora in a similar shade.



She was the first to break the silence.





Came the response.



If you could have seen through the mask, one would know just how nervous the masked man was about answering that question.



In the dark alleyway, silence reigned.







Frustrated by the shadowy figure's incompetence in supervising such a simple task, she began to head back to the Reception.












DERP. I hate how the colouring came out, but I need to practice it so whatever.

"What the bloody hell just..." Iconsting wondered, scratching his head a bit.

The captain pulled her sword out of its sheath and pointed it towards the horizon. "Tally ho, my good men! Mander, lead the way!" Just like old times. Before her crew had decided they could do a better job than her and taken over the Seamiser. All she had now was the dinky little rowboat she'd christened Martyr.

'I-I-I'm Board' he stammered. Board wasn't his real name, it's just what he liked to call himself while he wore his helmet. No one can ever know his real name, for it would open a Pandora's Box of problems.

'And you are?'

"Why don't we just take my Datsun most of the way there?"
(YES I AM PUTTING MY CAR INTO THIS RPG YOU SHUSH)