x - Left 4 Dead: Red Igloo | mitsu x corporal bunny

[Mitsu]

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• Everything was going to hell. It didnâ??t matter how or why, it just was, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. All that mattered was the glass in front of him, and the numb feeling in his fingers; he had held it for far too long. The inane chatter of the others, the frantic screams outside, however distant they may be, were of no consideration. From his perch on the stool, his other hand holding his stubble dotted chin, he could see the breasts bounce, and the legs move; the rest of the world would blow over. Soon enough the noise would stop, and the FBI, or some other sort of person, would come in, and drag him out. They might shoot him, right there, his brains splattered about Rufus, the bartender; it was a definite possibility.
  
  â??Iâ??m telling you man, this is not good!â?
  
  Seymour was rocked forward, a sudden obtrusive weight on his back, and stale, sour breath hot on the side of his face. With a grunt he shrugged the man off, but this interrupter was determined to pester him.
  
  â??You always here, always here, butâ?¦ but you never talk, just sit and drink! Now shit is real, and you still donâ??t care!â? The husky man spoke, his words more than slurred.
  
  Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to his show, the same show he had seen over 300 times before. The bang behind him told him that the man had fallen over, probably onto a table. He would not help the man, it was not like he knew the guy, or really cared for the well-being of strangers; he had his own problems. The woman left the stage, Selena, he recalled her name, and he adverted his gaze to his glass. It was full, the ice cubes nearly melted. He had not bothered to drink it, it was just there for comfort, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Besides, a bad storm was going to roll in later in the day, and he may be a border-line alcoholic, but he wasnâ??t stupid. [/list:u]

 

[Corporal Bunny]

Puckering her lush lips Charlotte smoothed the gloss evenly over the pink flesh. Leaning back to admire her work she brushed a finger over her long dark lashes, fixing the edges of the charcoal that surrounded her chocolate eyes. With a sigh she adjusted her outfit, the navy material clinging to her round bust. Standing she smoothed glittering lotion down her long slender legs, the skirt riding up her hips to reveal the black lace garters underneath.

Her curly locks were pinned into a prim bun, but she would easily be able to release the heavy locks during her performance. The police hat laying upon her vanity reminded her that she should be on stage. As she reached for her shoes the dressing room door flew open. Charlotte twisted around, seeing her co-star Candy standing in only a G-string.

â??Candy-â?
â??Lottie! You â??ave to see this. The finely dressed people on the box are talking â??bout â??da sickness!â? With that, Candy bounded away, her large breasts bouncing as she gathered with the otherâ??s around the television nestled at the bar. The blonde woman was completely oblivious to her nudity, comfortable in the heated bar of Alaska.

Charlotte sighed, forgetting her props and shoes as she trotted after Candy, intent on bringing the excitable woman back to the dressing room. They didnâ??t have much more time to waste. Charlotte couldnâ??t afford to get fired at this point. Cringing in disgust at the large man passed out on the table she made her way into the main parlor.

â??Candy-â? She called, only to get a rude shush from a costumer as he leaned forward to turn the television up. Charlotte relented, shifting to the bar she looked for a spot to view the news. Leaning forward she peered past broad shoulders and ba-dazzled bodies.

â??â?¦-Close up windows, stock food and stay clear of all infected peoples. Currently, the Government is remaining silent about this new illness, only stating that we follow emergency protocol. However, Doctor Evans has a theory. Dr. Evanâ??s thank you for joining us.â?

â??Youâ??re welcome.â?
â??Tell us about this horrible epidemic that has taken love ones and swept without hinderance through the world's greatest nations..â?
â??Well, from what I can tell, the symptoms are high aggression, exceeded acuteness to light and sound. The victims of this illness lose all consciousness and ability to recognize right from wrong.â?
â??It sounds like a case of rabies.â?
â??Haha, not quite, but vaccines are being researched to temper the onslaught against humanity. However, with how fast the disease spreads, we are unsure that our endeavors will be able to aid those already afflicted.â?
â??Dr. Evans, any idea why the Government is not answering the public's question? The military has begun to use deadly force to quarantine those even potentially ill. This has become a panic that the world has not seen in centuries.â?
â??I can not speak for the Government, but you can trust that those in the medical field are going above and beyond to discover and then distribute a cure to the masses. The military is in place to keep order, as you can see with the recent lootings that when disaster strikes, hierarchy fall through in the panic.â?
â??Thank you again Dr. Evans, now we go to Shelia Manner outside of the Government building, Sheila?â?
â??Sheilaâ?¦?â?
â??Iâ??m sorry, it seems we are having some technical difficulties, please stand by...â?

Charlotte frowned, perplexed. It merely sounded like a intense fear of the flu. However, as the news continued those around her began to shift uneasily. They turned to gaze at each other and then into the dark paneled windows, as if expecting to see a monster approaching in the darkness.

 

[Mitsu]

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• One stripper left the stage, and two exit, not one staying on; figures. Seymour sighed as he returned to his drink, swirling the overflowing liquid about, not necessarily concerned that some of it sloshed onto the counter. He was sure worse things had been on the counter. The room grew silent as the TV was turned up, and for a lack of anything better to do, he listened. To him, it was all just some far off thing, something that would not be too relevant to him; actually, he was glad it gave the government something to do. Better them fight off this epidemic then put him--
  
  THWACK!
  
  Seymour jumped and looked over his shoulder, the silence of the bar was shattered, as something slammed into the frosted window. It was but a dark blur, that left a dark smudge where it had hit. The strippers, the drunks, the fearful, they all shrieked, and suddenly the bar was overtaken by chaos. Seymour winced, as the bickering on what was going on started, and the inane worries of the scared filled the rather empty bar. Groaning, he picked the glass up, held it to this lips, and downed it. It burned going down, but in this mess, or the mess that was sure to follow, he was sure it would turn out to be a good idea.
  
  "Shut up!" He yelled, his glass slamming down on the counter. The bickering stopped, the inane chatter ceased, and all eyes were on him. Before anyone could question him, he stood and pointed to the window. "That was a bird; a fucking bird flew into the window! A single fucking bird flies into the window and you all lose your minds! Jesus Christ, get yourselves together!"
  
  "Oh, so what, you think you know what is going on tough guy?! Why don't you explain what is going on, if you are so damn brave!?" A big, burly bearded man yelled, his suspenders tight against his large body.
  
  Seymour, taken back as the man approached him, whom stood at an equal six feet-two inches, but weighing probably twice as much he did, suddenly found himself scrambling for something to say. After all, he was staring down a man that probably cut logs with his bare hands and wrestled bears.
  
  "What, is that all you got--"
  
  "Steve, don't start nothing!" One of the strippers tried to step in
  
  "-- tough guy?" Steve jabbed at Seymour's chest with a thick, meaty finger.
  
  Suddenly finding the diplomatic approach to be a better one, Seymour raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, "Hey... hey, calm down, we're all on edge, right? I'm just trying to suggest that we all keep our cool."
  
  Steve didn't buy it, and so he grabbed Seymour by the shirt, "Know what? I'm the bouncer here and your ass is getting the curb!"
  
  "No, no, wait!" Seymour pleaded, his hands grabbing desperately at Steve's balled fists.
  
  As much as he might try, Steve was the stronger bigger man, and so when he was lifted from the ground, the stitches of his white, dress shirt stressing he knew he was going to out in the cold. [/list:u]

 

[Corporal Bunny]

Even Charlotte started at the sudden sound. Her lips parting as a surprised gasp whispered past her lips. She teetered then, as Candy clutched to her slender form. The womanâ??s breasts were hard as a rock, enhanced by the menâ??s hard earned dollar.

â??Oi! Did ya hear that, Lottie? What could it â??ave been?â? Lottie turned slightly, placing her hand on top of Candyâ??s, â??Its-â? she was interrupted as the irritable patron spoke up. Her chocolate eyes glared at him, his sudden outburst, though reasonable, only added to the tension within the room.

Candy shrieked hysterically next to the shorter womanâ??s ear, â??Lottie!â?

â??Hush.â? She hissed, â??You heard him, itâ??s probably just a bird. Now, let me get changed and get your things and Iâ??ll take you home. Thereâ??s no need to get all frazzledâ? Candy nodded as Charlotte practically ran to the dressing room. She trembled silently until Steve grabbed the regular by the shirt.

Candy shrieked again, the sound grating and high as she bounded forward, grasping onto Steveâ??s hairy forearm, tense in his anger. â??No Stevey, ya canâ??t just put â??em out in the cold! We donâ??t rightly know whatâ??s out there!â? Tugging aggressively at his arm as her large breasts bounced, Candy whimpered hysterically. The rest of the occupants of the bar stood frozen save for some of the girls' complaints at Steveâ??s temper.

Distracted for a moment Steve turned towards the lady, shoving her back with his elbow not so gently. The voluptuous woman staggered backwards until her lower back hit the edge of the bar.

Meanwhile Charlotte had undressed rather hastily, pulling her hair from the prim bun. She had adorned a dark red, loose fitting turtle-neck. Not bothering to replace her bra, she rushed to find her boots, pulling them on over her worn jeans. Grabbing her coat and most of Candyâ??s belongings she rushed out just in time to see Steve push Candy to the side.

In a flurry of anger Charlotte came rushing forward, pushing the pile of cloths onto the bar as she rushed over. Another woman reached for Charlotte, worried that her next action would cause more conflict but the lithe woman evaded; intent on her goal. She was tiny compared to the man, but she could still reach him. Using her body weight to aid her she propelled her fist in the back of Steveâ??s head where his skull met his spine.

â??What the fuck do you think you are doing!â? She screamed.

â??Lottie, Iâ??m okay!â? came the plaintive voice of Candy from the side.

But, as Charlotte reached again follow up her attack on the man another loud crash was heard from outside the establishment doors, accompanied by a screech that no one within could have possibly make.

 

[Mitsu]

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• Steve was dazed; it was like someone had set off fireworks in his skull and never bothered to notify him. There was a sharp pain at the base of his skull, and his vision was clouded with black dots. His grip loosened and he staggered forward, one hand flying to the back of his head. With a grunt, or a groan, it was a rage induced mixture, he looked over his shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte raise her fist to him.
  
  "Who the fuck do you think you--" He began to shout, his one-handed grip still enough to hold the struggling Seymour steadfast. Then suddenly, the bar was penetrated by a blood curdling scream, one that sent shivers up your spin and caused your blood to run cold. The scream was enough to wipe the rage from Steve's mind as his eyes fixed on the door, and while he didn't realize it, Seymour's shirt slipped through his fingers.
  
  Now free from the "monster's" grip, Seymour was instead too focused on his own well-being to worry too much about what was going on outside. It wasn't good, but it had everyone distracted, so now was the time to flee. Nearly stumbling he turned around, his knee slamming into a stool. He let out a groan and reached down to hold his knee, as he hurried around the bar, and through a door that lead to the kitchens. It was eerily quiet in the kitchen, and for a strip joint, it was surprisingly clean. He tried the back door, the one the cooks used to bring the trash to the dumpsters, but he found it to be locked. Cursing his luck, he bounded for another door, which lead to a small hallway. It was somewhat cold, and various erotic posters lined the walls of it's narrow length. He passed a few doors, some of which had names on them, but one door was open, and it rested at the end of the hall. [/list:u]