[ SOLANUM ] Martin Boyle
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				Title: <strong>[ SOLANUM ] Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 15:49:41</strong>
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				Tuesday 4th September. The first day of a new school term.<br>The morning is bright and sunny with a slight chill in the air.
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 17:06:49</strong>
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				Sun falls on the auspicious roofs of the university buildings. Young people rush trough the courtyard, many of them chatting with excitement with each other.<br><br>Away from the many shuffling feet, part gloomy corridors and heavy old doors, there's the universities illustrious library.<br><br>Martin is with Greg and Jayson, his two friends that share his contempt of the bustle. They have an hour before their respective classes start and decide to use that hour to discuss important things.<br><br>"I'd run D&amp;D and this time we are playing the bad guys. It's like 'reanimator' and you experiment on dead corpses to create undead, then some of them come after you."<br><br>Jayson, the thin and tall mythology maniac is talking with an excited voice. Martin and his buddy nod.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 17:17:02</strong>
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				The tall thin figure of the librarian walks pasts and looks down at the three young men, her lips tightly purse at the mention of experimenting on the dead but she continues on her way continuously on the look out for rule breakers.<br><br>Greg piped up "Yeah we can take their brains out and swap them around"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 19:06:17</strong>
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				"Quiet, someone will overhear our plans."<br>Marting winks to both of them, amused by the thought of the librarian taking them seriously.<br>"Heh, that's a fun idea anyway. And it's getting more Lovecraftian by the minute. But getting back to more mundane aspects... We'd play here at the library? And how about finding some new folks to join?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:36:19</strong>
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				Greg smiles, "Thats not a bad idea, I'm sure there a few freshers we could get interested" he sits back flipping through the biology tome he has in front of him.<br><br>Looking up he whispers "We might even get a few girls to play" he voice sounds hopefull.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 20:52:41</strong>
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				"Ha ha!"<br>Martin blinks to his friend.<br>"I don't think we'd get much girls attracted to D&amp;D, you know. If it would be something more historical stuff..."<br>He for a moment thinks of the nice girl he is to meet with after school and discuss spanish torture devices. Martin is so lucky, maybe they'll even manage to change the subject from torture devices to something more pleasant!<br><br>"Or gothic stuff, you know? If we'd play a game about ghosts and such, we'd have pale girls coming in droves..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 00:06:51</strong>
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				"Well why don't we do that then?" Greg asks half seriously "it would be good to have a few new people in the game and girls would be a bonus"<br>He laughs quietly as he takes the pen out of his pocket protector and writes a scribbled note into the loose leaf folder he always carries with him<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 01:46:36</strong>
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				Martin shuffles his feet and looks out the window. As always the three of them can't make any coherent plan.<br>"Play a gothic game, man? I guess we could hole up in the library for the night, you know. Make atmosphere, put on some quiet music too. But knowing you, your defition of gothic would be count Chocula, right?"<br><br>They stop giggling when the librarian arrives.<br><br>"Seriously, it's not a faulty idea, let's ask to be allowed to stay for the night and say it has something to do with poetry or something. And..."<br><br>Now Martin realizes that it will fall to him to actually invite some female human being to the game, since his enthusiastic buddy is very much a paragon of geeky ineptitude. The other friend is no better.<br><br>"Well, which of the girls you know would be on the darker side? But not nihilistic enough to tell us to fuck off?"<br><br>Nah, let them try. Martin will actually get to discuss medieval methods of execution with a real girl and he won't be mistaken for some geek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 02:07:06</strong>
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				Gregg mumbled "I guess I could ask that girl in my Micro Biology class? you know the scary Goth girl"<br><br>He smiled in a way that said I will if I have to but I don't really want to.<br>Jayson is too busy staring out the window to even answer, He simply points towards the figure of a man shuffling his way across the quad in front of the library, the man is waving his arms about slowly and shuffling towards people before turning randomly and shambling after some one else.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 18:12:45</strong>
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				"Didn't they close down the micro-biology lab after some stupid accident? They have no lessons now, that's a good idea to get her interested."<br><br>Martin walks up to the window and looks down.<br><br>"I can't hear them trough this window, who is this guy and why is he so pissed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 02:43:22</strong>
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				"Was that the accident with the hampster, hose pipe and blender?" Gregg asked as he watched Martin rise from the table.<br>He followed his friend and looked to where their friend was pointing " I'm not sure but it looks like Dr Death to me"<br>When Jayson&nbsp; looked quizicle Gregg explained "He works with dead bodies teaching Med students or something" Pausing he tried to remeber his real name.<br>"No tell a lie , he&nbsp; teaches Forensic Science and does work for the police or army or something on the side"
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 16:09:51</strong>
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				The view of so called 'dr.death' throwing himself around so foolishly was rather amusing.<br>"Did they steal his wallet or something? Why is he flailing so?"<br>Martin thought about opening the window and listening, but didn't care enough.<br>"We don't have much time. Which of us will actually be the ga... I mean storyteller for the game?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 18:06:20</strong>
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				"Well why don't you be the GM...sorry story teller, if me and Jayson are honest your better than us" Gregg replied as he pulled on the window lock.<br>The window opened with a slight squeek as he pushed on the bottom of the heavy steel frame. Cool air flowed in through the opening and a moaning could be heard from the direction of "Dr Death".<br><br>Gregg was about to turn to Martin when his attention was caught by another figure walking towards one of the students. This one was staright out of a Horror movie, the distintive Y cut from an autopsy ran down his chest. But it had not been stiched up and the organs inside of the body cavity were slowly making their escape.<br><br>"Shit, looks like the Dr messed......" Before Gregg could finish the Figure had reached the student and was clamping its mouths around the surprised students forearm.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 19:47:53</strong>
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				"Okay..."<br>Martin's voice stretched into infinity when he caught the glimpse of the other 'annoyed' person on the courtyard, the one with visible grievious wounds and blood.<br><br>"Let's get down, I think they just *had* an accident. We'll probably need to call an ambulance and cops too."<br><br>Saying that, Martin just stared more at what exactly was going on.<br><br>"Oh fuck, Jayson..."<br><br>He grinned unsurely.<br><br>"Don't say the 'Z' word..."<br><br>Martin winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 01:36:46</strong>
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				Jayson's face went white when he saw what was happening, a slight green hue travelled across as he watched the attacker slowly rip a mouth sized piece of flesh from the students arm. Blood welled from the wound, not the fountain that indicated an arterial wound but the simple flood of veins and capillaries being shredded as they were pulled beyond their elastic tolerant.<br><br>People out side began screaming when they saw what was happening, distracted by the horror in front of them most failed to acknowledge the advance of three more, equally as horrifying visions of post mortem moving from the direction the first came from.<br><br>Two of the bodies were similar to the first, simple Y cuts from chest to sternum. These ones however had been stitched before moving from the table. The last horror could not be mistaken as anything other than dead. The lower mandible was missing from this body; the tongue flopped down in a macabre simulation of a neck tie. The left arm missing from above the elbow, bone pocking from the shattered end of calcium looked as if it had been ripped off with great force. The grievous wounds on the chest pointed to a vehicular accident, skin flayed from the navel to pectoral muscles. The red fibre of muscular was interspaced with the white of bone showing through where shattered ribs jutted out from the chest like so many tooth picks. As it moved towards a group of cowering football players, thick black gelatinous liquid dripped slowly from the wounds on its body. The progress towards the sportsmen halted as it spotted the faces staring from the library, with a moan from Hell it's self the cadaver changed direction and with shambling movement made its way to the building.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 18:00:10</strong>
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				Something really struck Martin. It wasn't just inability to believe what he sees, neither it was being overwhelmed by fear, though he was afraid like hell.<br>Martin freaked out inside, but maintained a suprisingly composed look.<br><br>Pale and with shaking voice he was able to utter to his friends.<br><br>"I was joking, but it looks they are real zombies...!"<br><br>He tried to smile and even laugh a little.<br><br>"Let's get out of here, let's go trough the window out back... You see it just like I do, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:44:39</strong>
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				Gregg's face was white with fear, but his geekyness shone though still "Well I guess you could call them ghouls, depending on what game system you wanted to use"<br><br>The cadaver moved closer to the libary window each laboured step took it nearer to the boys.<br><br>Jayson was shacking "I don't care what it is, i just want to get out of here" his panic at what he was seeing boiled over and he ran towards the front door of the building.
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 16:38:38</strong>
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				"Not trough the front door! He's coming there!"<br><br>Martin lunged on his friend, ready to forcibly stop him from opening the door.<br><br>"Out the back, window and to the street. And we find a phone booth... No wait, we do have cell-phones, don't we?"<br><br>For a moment Martin stood at ease and pulled out his phone. But as mr. bloody gore limped closer, he quickly got his thoughts together and decided to run out to the street first.<br><br>"Let's not risk and get out of here..."<br><br>He ran to the door and trough a corridor to where window opening outside would be...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 01:34:27</strong>
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				Gregg and Jayson followed, running as fast as they could towards the back of the libary. as they all aproach it they can see staright away that it is open and best of all clean of any obstruction.
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 18:09:31</strong>
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				Martin is first to run up to the window and open it wide. A fire escape ladder is an arms-reach away from it and it should take just a moment to get down on the lawn and then head to the main gate close by.<br><br>Unless the mayhem spilled from the courtyard and someone is outside?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 01:26:06</strong>
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				The lawn area is empty, Gregg and Jayson follow Martin down the ladder.<br>As Gregg reaches the bottom his foot slips off the rung and he lands badly, the loud crack thats heard can only mean one thing. His scream is loud and long as the bone snaps, falling onto the ground he holds onto his ankle "Shitshitshitshit.......shit" is all he can say as the palm of his hand runs over the jagged end of bone sticking out through his sock.
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 17:48:45</strong>
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				"Oh-the-hell, out of all things..."<br><br>Martin reaches out for Gregg, not believing what he sees.<br><br>"You've broken a bone."<br><br>He admitted reluctantly.<br><br>"Oh gods, Jayson, help me carry him, okay? Let's get someplace safe or..."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 23:44:55</strong>
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				Jayson near to panic doesn't move, instead he stares at Gregg's leg and then at Martin.<br>"We can't carry him, those things will catch us" as if to afirm his statement the screams from the other side of the building grow louder.<br><br>"We'll leave you here Gregg.....and come back later" he lies. the screaming sounds closer but it's not only coming from the quad, the sound is coming from the buildings behind the libary as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2007, 21:09:56</strong>
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				"No way, those, whatever they are... Are here... Will hurt him..."<br>Martin had to think fast and he didn't feel like it was his speciality...<br>"Okay! No... Wait! We... Okay, wait here and be quiet. Hide."<br>He tried to move Jayson at least by the wall and let him lie down there.<br><br>"At worse, pretend you are dead... And I have an idea. Let's distract them. Let's get them to follow us and run somewhere we will get help. Police or something?"<br><br>Martin is ready to jump before the bloodied people, wave his hands and run outside the university!
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 00:04:48</strong>
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				Jayson bit his lip when the pain from his ankle intensified due to being moved, however he managed to keep the noise to a minimum.<br>With tears in his eyes he looked up at his friend "Play dead? I thought that was bears? you can't leave me alone, I'm a virgin they always die first and I'm pretty as well.....oh god...I'm going to die, we're all going to die...." he babbled in panic "don't leave me alone" he wimpered as the sounds of horror grew louder.<br><br>Slowly, even over Jaysons voice a wet slurpy dragging sound could be heard getting closer. Then the sound stopped, just for a second before a low guttral moan eminatted from just around the corner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 18:56:56</strong>
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				"This is not a horror movie! Don't make loud noises!"<br>Martin wouldn't just abandon Jayson like that.<br>"No, let's carry him somehow. He is not *that* heavy... C'mon!"<br><br>And then he looked around warily, hoping that maybe there will be someone on the street outside to call for help.<br><br>"Shit, where is everyone...? What's going... on?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 00:17:08</strong>
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				Gregg came to his senses when Martin mentioned horror movies "Your right, this is like that book by.......oh whats his name...Mel Brooks? I've got a copy in desk"<br><br>He stood for a second trying to remember what it said "We have to get some where high up" he said finally "Or was it below ground? shit I wish I had read it more"
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 21:39:20</strong>
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				"I don't think books will help us... Those guys are real, and don't look like anything I'd reco... Well okay, they look like zombies. It means they want braaaains and all...'<br>Martin gritted his teeth together.<br>"Gregg, find him something to lean on. And we'll get him out on the street, then hole up somewhere... not here..."<br><br>Gaze fell on the street again...<br><br>"Look! We can take that."<br><br>There was an abandoned cart on the street, full of flowers.<br><br>"I'll get that cart and we can put him on it..."<br><br>Martin sprinted out the gate and towards the abandoned flower sellers cart...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 01:43:09</strong>
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				"But but it say what we need....." Gregg stopped when Martin went over to get the cart. With a shrug he lent over Jayson and put his hands under his freinds arms, lifting carefully Gregg lifted his wounded comrade over to the wall.<br><br>As Martin got closer to the cart a figure came round the corner, walking drunkenly the&nbsp; girl moved staright towards the student, her dark clothes ripped and make up smugged with blood all over her she looked like a war victim. "Martin" she called out weakly as she moved closer her arms becoming more animated. With a moan the girls eyes rolled into her head as she fell to the ground in a faint.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 21:23:32</strong>
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				"Jocelyne, Oh god."<br>Martin dived to get her up from the pavement.<br>"I mean goddess. Please, we have to get out of here."<br>He lifted his friend up and gazed in her face. Jocelyn was a girl that had a bent for the weirdest of occult and he'd almost expect her to take issue with 'god' being invoked in her presence.<br>"To hell with those flowers..."<br>With one gesture, he thrown out a lot of roses, daliah's and margarette's out of the cart, then made sure to throw out the rest of the roses. He'd put Jocelyn in the cart, then go back for Jayson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 01:18:17</strong>
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				Gregg and jayson both saw the girl at the same time "That's that girl " they said in unison.<br>Then Gregg noticed the blood "Shit she's been bitten, get rid of her she's ones of them" he sounded almost panicky.But Jayson even though he was in excrusating pain was more sensible "I don't think that her blood Gregg, it's not her's is it Martin ?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 15:13:32</strong>
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				"What? No wonder you're a virgin with that attitude. She's hurt, we'll got to get both of you out of here."<br><br>Martin placed both of them on the bed of flowers in the cart, then motioned for Gregg to help him pull it.<br><br>"Let's get as far away from here as possible. School's out..."<br><br>He'd still look back at Jocelyne.<br><br>"If she'd been bitten, that doesn't have to *mean*, doesn't it? Jayson, look under her clothing. No, wait! I'll do that..."<br><br>He ran up and looked under Jocelyn's shirt, with an expression on his face that was uncommon for this kind of action. He was so nervous he'd expect the breasts to bite him or something.<br><br>"We don't know how much they are zombies and how much not..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 01:56:32</strong>
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				Luckily for Martin, Jocelyne's breasts were safely behind her lace bra so he was in no danger of a svageing from wayward mammaries. There was no obvious signs of bites or wounds on her body but Jayson was still nervous about having her around.<br><br>"What about others? they might follow us or want to hide with us"&nbsp; He edged closer in the hope of catching site of real naked womanly flesh. Frustrated that Martin was in the way he sighed "Look lets get Gregg on the trolley and find somewhere closer hide" he suggested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 21:06:39</strong>
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				"Yeah... let's."<br><br>Martin licked his lips, then picked up a potted chrisanteme from the cart.<br><br>"Let's take a look if those creeps aren't chasing anyone, then leg it."<br><br>He confidently walked back to the school's courtyard and gave a look around. If attacked, he was ready to use the heavy object in his hand on someone's head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Martin Boyle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 03:17:00</strong>
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				The courtyard was like a scene from "Full Metal Jacket" bit of body spread over the place with blood and gore splashed around. It looked like Jackson Pollock met Salavdor Darley and tried to teach Jack the Ripper how to paint. <br><br>The were six of the attackers still in the quad feeding on bodies, several were ripping flesh from one body, snatching bit's of flesh that dropped off as another took a bite.<br>One of the ghouls looked up directly at Martin, the intestines it was stuffing into it's mouth slithered and fell to the floor as it let out the deathly moan.<br><br>Instantly all eyes were on the student as the ghouls rose and shuffled towards him, to make things worse some of the attacked students rose as well. Now there were in exess of forty ghouls making their way towards Martin, the bloddy debris of their runined bodies spilling out of them and slapping wetly onto the floor.
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