[ SOLANUM ] Michael O'Malley
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				Title: <strong>[ SOLANUM ] Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 01:58:06</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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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 02:37:22</strong>
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				"I hate mornings..." Michael muttered bitterly as he sat up from his bed. A pair of hands rubbed away sleep from his eyes as he groggily stood up. Beside him was his alarm clock, blurting out some type of news that Michael could frankly care less about at that time.<br><br><em>"The World Health organization has issued a report denying claims of a major rabies out break in Asia, it has said that it can not find any evide..."<br></em><br>A hand smacked the snooze button unceremoniously as Michael let a lengthy yawn escape him. <br><br>"And who gives a flaming fruity fuck about whatever is happenin in Asia to begin with. Long as England's fine, I could give a shit." Michael muttered unhappily, elements of his Irish background slipping through his voice as he mumbled unhappily. Last night was bad for business, with only a few people coming in at all. Usually he makes most of his profit in the night, with very little...if any...made from noon on. The lack of any real profit made him pissy as hell. <br><br>"Oh well, best get downstairs and make sure everything is in tact. I swear to God that I'll go ballistic if that fucking jukebox is playing music again." Michael grumbled as he pulled up a pair of pants. It may not be open yet, but he would not allow even himself to go into his Pub without any pants on. With pants now on and socks accompanying them, he began on his way down from his loft upstairs and into his pub, The Lucky Clover.<br><br>“And God help if Dan hasn’t taken care of the mess from those two fighting fruit cups last night, I swear I’ll beat him to death with his goddamn mops.” Dan was his janitor who was either his closest friend or his worst enemy. Very few could tell which it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 02:42:40</strong>
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				Dan was already in the bar tidying up, as he walked around the tables emptying the ashtrays he whistled a tuneless accompiment to the music on the radio.<br><br>"Morning Boss" he said with out looking up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:10:27</strong>
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				"Top of the mornin to you, Dan." Michael replied in the traditional Irish fashion. Even though most of it had left him, he tended to keep the Irish sayings and motions and such. Sighing, he took a long glance at the pub and let a smile slip onto his features. He loved the place like a wife, and since his dating life had been as shallow as most of his customers, it was likely the closest thing he'd ever have to a wife. Patting a table down gently, Michael walked up to Dan and gave him a lot less gentle pat on the back.<br><br>"Ya did go and get that fight aftermath. Glad to see it gone, hopefully along with those two bastards for good." Michael spoke in a light mood, walking over to the windows and opening the blinds. "Well whatcha know...it's actually sunny today. That's a good sign...unless ya got a hangover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:26:42</strong>
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				Whincing at the pat, Dan sighed "yes I got it all cleaned up . And a right mess it was too I can tell you"<br>He made his way to the cupboard where the brooms and mops were kept."So what do you think about the troops coming home then? good news eh?" he wasn't really bothered either way but conversation was conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:41:40</strong>
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				"Heh" Michael started, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced around. He had forgotten to get his hands on a cup of coffee, and would need to get some before his day got too started for his own good.<br><br>"Soldiers coming back means either two things. They either got their asses kicked so bad that they pulled a strategic retreat to save face and then loosed some bullshit reason like..." Michael began, waving his hand in the air as he spoke in a demeaning fashion. "...terrorists attacking. Or, this bullshit reason is something real and troops need to be here to protect some dumbass building or person. Either way, as long as the Clover stays standing, it don't bother me a might bit." Michael replied in full, scratching at his chin. <br><br>"On the other hands, soldiers like to drink and drink a lot...maybe I'll give a half off promotion to them and get me some extended business and the whatnot. As long as they're here, they might as well pay me out the ass." Michael finished, laughing a bit at the end. He paused a moment after, and looked up at the ceiling and yawned. "Christ, I need me some coffee something fierce."
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 01:48:43</strong>
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				"Either way it's good news our boys are coming back" Dan countered as he started to sweep the hard floor before mopping it. <br>"If your looking for coffee then there's a pot on in the kitchen. Pour me one out as well will you?" with that Dan swept everything he could into a pile and went to get the dust pan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 07:36:58</strong>
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				Michael swallowed a chuckle at the mention of "our boys", resisting an urge to make a crack at them being only boys and not men. Deciding to go with the weather and be pleasant for once, he nodded and turned towards the kitchen. <br><br>"Oy...what's with this rabies thing in Asia? Is it just me, or is it one animal type disease after another with them? I wonder what'll be next." Michael quipped, knocking through the door to the kitchen and sighing happily at the brewing pot. "Nirvana, thy name is joe." Grabbing a nearby cupboard and opening it up, Michael grabbed two mugs and began pouring out coffee, leaving his black as night. It was how he liked it. Straight, strong, unhindered coffee to give a man a kick to the tired eyes."<br><br>"Cream and two sugars like usual Dan?!" Michael hollered to his worker/friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 03:01:48</strong>
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				"NATO standard as usual , yes please boss"<br>Dan sat at the bar and waited untill Michael came back.<br>"Thanks" Dan said as he took the coffee from him. "Fraid I wasn't really paying attention to the radio, but from what I heard the blokes who check out these things said there wasn't any so I guess we don't have to worry"<br><br>he sipped his coffee before taking it with him " 'bout time to open up" he pointed to the clock over the bar, it was almost 11am.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 08:21:29</strong>
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				"Aye, that it is." Michael quipped, looking at the time. "I doubt much will happen till least half past noon though...Not enough bloody drunks out in this weather. It's the sun that does it yano, what with the hangovers those bleeding fools will give themselves. I suppose I should best be off to pretty myself up for another day though.” Michael spoke sarcastically, walking over and grabbing his token vest, slipping it on and rotating his arms.<br><br>"Well, even if there was nothing that, it's still some disease that causes God-knows-what madness and suffering. That's what makes it all the more comforting that it ain't happening on this bleeding island of ours." Michael quipped, rubbing a thumb across his upper lip and grinning widely. "Hell, if something bad ever hits this bleeding country of ours, like a disease or...hell...some kind of plague, I'll sell the Clover and wear drag for the next week!" Michael shot out, laughing boisterously as he went behind the bar to check the taps and various other supplies.<br><br>Michael took a long sip of the hot and pure black coffee, letting the caffeine kick into his systems with a vengeance before continuing with his banter. "I'll even sing the same damn songs my busted ass Jukebox belts out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 17:56:08</strong>
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				Dan came back into the bar, the cleaning stuff put away he was carrying a crate of Newcastle Brow Ale Bottles "I'll start bottling up, might as well get the bar ready in case any one actually wants a drink"<br><br>As he began to put the bottles on the shelf he looked at his boss " What was that you said about singing?"
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 18:05:41</strong>
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				----------------&gt; The abandonned shop (Zed's thread)<br><br>Zed scooted along the street, relieved that she had found the place and not forgotten where it was, she arrived at the door, hot sweaty and out of breath.<br>The locked door stopped her with a thump and for a moment it confused her, what in hell's name was the time anyway? She didn't have a watch, never needed one, but was a pretty good judge of the time, surely the pub should be open now?<br><br>Standing on tip toe she peered through the clear part of the glass in the door, trying to see if there was anyone around and could hardly believe her luck.&nbsp; Standing just behind the bar, was a figure, who looked very much like Dan.<br>Curling her hand she rapped on the door with her knuckles, hoping to catch his attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 18:24:34</strong>
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				Dan put the last of the bottles on the shelf when he heard the knock on the door.<br>Thinking it may be the Dreyman he moved from the bar "Hold on" he called out as he reached the door and slid the bolts across.<br><br>When he opened it and saw Zed he was a bit shocked "Hello love, your a bit early 'fraid, we're not open yet"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 18:47:08</strong>
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				<em>"Shit......he doesn't recognise me......why the hell did I think he would?"</em><br><br>Zed took a long breath to calm herself, the last thing she needed was to gabble on and sound insane, she pulled her hair out of her face, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts and work out how she was going to handle this.<br><br>"Dan.....We met in May, just before I went away for the summer.....I'm Zed... y'know ...the girl with the huge black dog?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 20:14:47</strong>
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				Behind the bar, Michael couldn't help but try and drop in on the early customer's conversation with his main employee, Dan. It slightly caught him off guard to hear a woman's voice, wondering what well off girl would actually want to talk to Dan. Inwardly, he chuckled at the though, but decided agaisnt actually chuckling aloud. Sighing once, Michael gave his head a sharp shake and went back to his daily inspection, making sure everything was still in working condition. All the mugs were clean, the taps were fully functional and working properly, and the entire bar was as tidy as an operating room. Convinced he was ready for business, he turned his wandering mind back to the guest that had decided to drop by early.<br><br>"Aye, Dan. What do you got over there?" Michael called, turning his head to the door where Dan was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:04:40</strong>
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				Dan stood thinking for a moment before the name meant somthing to him "Oh yes, I remember, wheres the dog then? "<br>On hearing Michael's voice he called back "A friend, Ok if she comes in?"<br>With out waiting for an answer Dan stood back and held the door open "You better come in , you look a bit flustered"
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				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:13:08</strong>
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				Michael cocked an eyebrow for a moment before rubbing his chin, looking at the door and making it seem as though he really was thinking about it. "Aye, I guess we may as well bring her in. Close enough to opening time anyways. Just close the doors after the fact. We may be close to opening, but we aren't open yet." Michael replied, turning around and moving to get out from the behind the bar. "Aside, what kind of man would I be if I denied that request." He added in at the end, though mostly to himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:19:36</strong>
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				Zed nodded her thanks, first to Dan, then looking past him she gave Michael a give smile of thanks.<br>"Oh, Dog's around, he had to run&nbsp; diversion for me."<br>She flopped onto a chair at the nearest table, looking up at Dan and began speaking to him in a hurried whisper.<br>"Listen Dan, I know this is one hell of a thing to ask, but some of the guys that know you said you were an OK guy and I've just come back and haven't got back in contact with people yet, she's too ill to get to the hostel, so I haven't got much choice......."<br><br>She paused for breath and shook her head.<br>"Shit, even I couldn't understand that and I know what I'm talking about!"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:23:32</strong>
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				Dan locked the door behind Zed and walked over to where she sat.<br>"I'll help if I can , but it's not my pub so I think it's best if you talk to the boss" he patted her hand and went to Michael "Boss, this young lady needs our help, best if you talk to her and see what we can do for her"
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				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:39:58</strong>
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				Michael nodded at Dan before look past and glancing at the girl, nodding once again. After all, she was acquainted with Dan, which made her, at the very least, a distant acquaintance of himself, or so that is what his logic told him. <br><br>"Aye, is that so? Well, we'll keep the Clover closed until we get this sorted out then...I suppose we should put up some kind of notifying sign on the door so people know that." Michael spoke quietly enough so Dan heard him only. "I'll leave that bit to you then, and I'll go chat with our guest." Rubbing his chin as he paused for a moment of thought, Michael walked past Dan and grabbed a nearby seat at the same table across from the girl and sat down, resting one arm on the table. <br><br>"Well lass, I'll see what I can and can't help yah with. What seems to be the problem?" Michael spoke, focusing a degree of his attention on her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:42:16</strong>
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				Dan nodded to his boss and went into the back to write out the note to tape onto the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 02:52:53</strong>
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				Zed had seen Michael, but didn't know him, but if Dan had said he was OK......well what option did she have, there was a girl bleeding to death alone in an abandonned shop.....<br><br>She took a deep breath.<br>"Hell......OK.....I haven't got anything to loose I guess....."<br>She looked Michael straight in the eyes.<br>We....me and My Dog....Were standing in our usual place when this girl chased by two armed cops, ran straight up to me and asked me to help her.&nbsp; She was only about my age and as frightened as hell and she had been shot......"<br><br>Zed paused for a moment to try and make things as clear and as simple as possible.<br>"Dog tear arsed after the cops and I got away with the girl and hid her in an abandonned shop about a street away from here. I was gonna take her back to the Nuns at the hospital, but she's gone and collapsed on me and I need help."<br><br>Pausing she kept her eyes on his, trying to judge his reaction.<br>"And that's why I came to Dan, he's the only one I know that's near enough...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 03:14:32</strong>
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				Michael kept silent as he listened to Zed explain her story, not bothering with meager details at that point like her name and just what Dog was, though he guessed that the name was a very good indicator of what it was. He kept her gaze without fault, not even giving so much as a nod as she explained her story. When she finished, Michael leaned back on the chair and scratched his head roughly. He didn't have to much disdain for the police, but his opinion on the matter changed when he had heard that they had shot at this girl.<br><br>"Well now, that is a fine mess you're knee deep in." Glancing over her shoulder and without providing any warning, Michael stood up and walked to the door that lead to the back. Pushing the door open ever so slightly, Michael spoke again. "Dan, I'm going to pick someone up that's been hurt. It might be a bit before I'm back, so hold down the fort." Michael spoke, before walking back to the Zed.<br><br>"Let's us go get this lass then. We can take her to your hospital if that is what you want. I suggest we best hurry though, as I doubt very much that bullet wounds just go away. Anyhow, yah best lead the course." He replied, leaving his suggestion open for alterations, should Zed have any to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 03:17:35</strong>
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				"Ok" Dan called out.<br>He had finished the note and moved out to the bar area again "You go with Michael Zed, I'll be here with the first aid kit and we'll take it from there" With that he went to the window a taped the note so it could be read from the out side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 03:32:29</strong>
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				Zed stood up immediately, she glanced at Dan and nodded, if he was happy with this Irish fellah, then she was.<br><br>"She's in the old secondhand shop two streets down, the one thats all boarded up." <br><br>Without any other words, Zed scooted out of the door and waited for Michael to follow.<br><br>--------------&gt; Abandonned shop....(Zed's thread)
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				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 03:36:31</strong>
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				Nodding, Michael lifted his hand up and waved once without looking back to Dan before taking off after Zed, wondering just what kind of day was in store for him after this. After all, what day really began with a cup of coffee and a search and rescue mission, and then continued on in a simple normal matter.<br><br>-----&gt; Continued in... Abandonned Shop (Zed's Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 01:19:02</strong>
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				When they get to the pub, they will see and old man lying almost dead on the door step. Bloody hand prints smeared on the bottom of the door as if he tried to knock but was too weak. Several wounds cover his body, most looking like bite marks. The worse is his face, a large flap of skin and flesh has been peeled back exposing bone and giving him a skeletal like smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 08:14:31</strong>
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				------&gt; From: Abandoned Shop (Zed's Thread)<br><br>As Michael fast approached his beloved bar and soon to be hideout from gun totting piglets, his eyes focused in on the corpse that had conformed to the step that lingered in front of his doors. It took him only a handful of moments to analyze and assess that the man lying in front of his Pub was not only beaten, but almost turned into a cannibal’s main course.<br><br>"Sweet Mongolian cluster fuck..." Michael muttered. It wasn't that he was exactly disgusted by the image of the dead, or damn near so, man in front of his bar, but that fact that there was one when, not more than half an hour ago, there was nothing there. His eyes popped open with a realization that he was running fast towards a corpse with a lass that may have not seen a fair share of beatings and brutality. Quickly, he turned his head to Zed and grimaced. <br><br>"Don't mean to frighten ye any Lass, but until we get inside, I'm cover you're eyes with me hand. Less you be alright with the site of a bad mugging gone even worse." Michael spoke, choosing his words carefully. His intention was not to draw more attention to the possible dead man. Raising his hand slowly, he waited for her to either approve or disapprove before covering her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 12:03:32</strong>
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				Zed had already seen him, her nose curled up in disgust as she skidded to a halt, her eyes fixed on the man blocking their way.<br>He looked, to her, as though he had been attacked by some animal, she's seen the state of a guy after he'd been attacked by a rottwhieler, his throat had been torn out, his face crushed by it's huge jaws.<br>Things like that, beatings and attacks often for no reason, other than you were living on the streets, was a common enough happening in the city. Then of course people often died on the streets of the cold or because of drugs and drink and it wasn't much fun coming across a half eaten corpse with the rats and crows sitting waiting for you to leave so that they could continue their feast. <br><br>She heard Michael's curse almost laughing at it, that was a new one, she would have to remember that..... <br><br>Zed shook her head at him, there was no need for him to try and shield her, she was a damned sight harder than she apparently looked.<br>"No...I've seen him Michael, no need....I've seen a hell of a lot worse......" <br><br>She gave him a quick smile, to show that she appreciated the fact that he had even taken a moment to think about her.<br>"Come on, lets get inside before the cops catch us, I don't think we can help this poor bugger...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 01:24:49</strong>
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				As they got closer the old man let out a croak of pain from his destroyed face, his hand lifted weakly and slapped back down smearing more blood on the step of the pub.<br><br>A final death rattel left the mans lips as his life force left him, as his muscles relaxed the foul stench that follows death flowed up from his slowly cooling body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insaneiac The Maniac</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 07:31:46</strong>
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				Shrugging once, Michael let his hand drop away from her face. If she was a tough enough cookie to stand the sight of something like that, then all his actions would accomplish would be sour and unhelpful in the current situation. Finishing the run to the door, Michael pounded his hand hard against the wooden door, not risking shouting incase there were cops rolling about. He had a specific knock that usually let Dan know just who was at the door, and had not hesitated to use it this time.<br><br>Glancing down at the corpse of a man on his step, he grimaced both at the sight and the obvious act. He had probably gambled away his life and was in debt with the worse type of people. <em>'Aye...I wonder if this corpse is one'a mine customers that had just decided to kill himself instead of paying his tab.'</em> Michael thought in a morbid sense of jest, as though he was trying to lighten his own demeanor. <br><br>"Comon Dan, ya fucking idiot...open the hell up already..." Michael grumbled agitatedly as he knocked on the door in his special manner again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 23:58:11</strong>
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				The door opened and Dan stuck his head out "Thank fuck your back, you won't beli.............what the hells happened to you two?" he looked as white as a sheet, with a slight sweat on his brow.<br><br>Holding the door open for them he looked down at the body of the old man nervously "c'mon get in quick before Jack gets back up " He stepped out and the baseball bat he was holding behind his back comes into view, it a bit more stained than it was when Michael last saw it and there looks to be fresh blood and bone on the end of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 01:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed didn't wait to be asked twice, she half stepped, half leapt over the old man's body and pushed past Dan, moving far into the bar before she slumped down onto a chair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 02:14:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Michael stepped over the bocy and into the bar a whirlwind off fur and teeth barrelled past him and headed staright for Zed, the huge lump of canine leap at her teeth bared and snarling. With a thunmp it landed staright in front of her and it cold wet nose pushed against her leg as Dog let out a happy "Arf" and wagged his tail waiting for a treat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 02:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dog!"<br>Despite the shock of what had just happened and the pain in the back of her head and calf, she almost fell to her knees to welcome her companion.<br>Grabbing hold of his huge head, she scratched hard at the back of his ears and planted a kiss in the middle of his forehead.<br>"Hell I'm so pleased to see you Dog, thought they might have shot you as well....."<br><br>Zed looked up sheepishly at the two men.<br>"Sorry about that.....he's well.....we sort of hang around together....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 14:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dogs hackles went up as a low growl escaped his lips, his eyes narrowed and his lips curled back exposeing the vicious canines hiding underneath.<br><br>With a snarl he swung his head around and planted his feet down ready to pounce.<br>The body at the door was lifting it's self up slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 14:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dog!"<br>Zed didn't notice the body at first and thought that the snarls were for Michael.<br>"Stop it at...........<em>CHRIST!</em>"<br><br>Zed waved frantically at Michael and Dan.<br>"That guy on the step...he's not dead......"<br>She stood up to go and help.<br>Dog growled louder and for a moment it looked as though he was going to turn on her, instead he planted his large imovable body firmly between her and the rest of the room, even going as far as to push her back slightly.<br>"DOG!....STOP THAT!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 15:27:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dan reached as quickly as he could, with a grunt the cleaner pushed Michael away from danger not watching as his boss feel and smacked his head against the table.<br><br>"He's dead OK, or at least he was lass" Dan said as he tried to close the door on the now risen corpse.<br>His arm stretched out as he pushed gave the now moving body time to bring it's head it, with a soulful moan it opened its mouth and went to bite the protruding appendage.<br><br>"SHIT" Dan called out as he pushed harder and with effort closed the door trapping the figures head in the narrow hole. Pulling his arm back he failed to notice as the eye teeth gazed his skin. "GIVE ME A HAND GIRL" he called out in desperation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 15:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Zed and Dog lurched into action, but it seemed that both weren't sure which to go to first.<br>Zed had watched Michael loose his balance, scrabble to grab hold of something and then fall banging his head. She screwed her face up in sympathy, that was going to hurt. <br>Dog had also seen and he launched himself forward almost as though he wanted to stop Michael falling, instead standing over him for long enough to give him a sniff before bolting to the door and attacking the 'man' trying to get in.<br><br>It was chaos, for a moment Zed was stuck for what to do, but she soon realised that Dan was the one needing help at this point and she hurled herself at the door with all of her wieght, hoping that Dog would have the sense to keep his nose out of the way when it shut...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 02:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed's weight help Dan shut the door and Dog managed to keep his nose from being chopped off, unfortunatly the corpse wasn't as lucky.<br>With a sickening crunch and a wet slurp the mobile cadaver's head was severed from the body. Thick black gelatinus blod oozed from what was left of the neck as the head rolled across the room and stopped as it hit a bar stool.<br><br>Any thoughts of the person being stunned and then waking up again could be lost as the eyes of the bodyless moved following every move of the people in the Pub, and a ganshing of teeth could be heard as it opened and shut it's slavering mouth eager to rend flesh from bone to satify it's hunger. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 02:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed stayed where she was, her back now to the door as though she were glued to it, her eyes fixed in horror at the head.<br>She could hear her heart beating in her chest, the swoosh of blood in her ears, even over Dog's constant low threatening growl as he placed himself between her and it.<br>She had never been so scared or so horrified in all of her life.<br>Her mouth dry, so dry that she had to gulp several times before she could speak and even then her voice was husky and broken.<br>"What the fuck is going on?......Pigs shooting girls for no reason and then trying to kill me......"<br>She paused, grimacing and having to turn her head as wild eyes from a dissembodied head fixed themselves on hers.<br>"And&nbsp; now...... OH Hell, I can't even put <em>THIS</em> one into words here......."<br><br>Then she remembered Michael, still slumped on the floor.<br>"JEEZ.....Dan......Michael...you don't thinks he's dead as well do you?"<br>Somehow she didn't really feel like moving to find out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 03:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dan was stareing in disbelief at the head unable to move "Errrrrrr does he look dead Lass, go have a look, I don't think he is ........shit....what the fuck........I know he was dead...but this is just weird......it's the sixties all over again...."<br>Dan rambled on but some how got his legs to reluctantly move in the direction his brain was telling him not to go.<br><br>It seemed like hours to him but was just seconds in reality, he reached Michael and pressed his finger against his neck. Relived when he felt a pulce "No he's not gone , but I think we had better move him or that thing" he pointed to the head now looking at him with hunger in it's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 12:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed gave a sigh of relief as Dan told her Michael was OK....well at least not dead, he must have knocked himself out cold when he fell.<br>"Well there is no way I am going to move <em>THAT</em>!"<br>She screwed up her face and looked at the head in disgust.<br>"Besides, I think it may be good to make Michael a little more safe <em>AND</em> comfortable if he's unconcious?"<br><br>"OH hell...it's staring at me again...."<br>Her stomach lurched as she saw it gnash it's teeth and slobber as it's wild eyes turned to her.<br>"It's following our conversation...."<br>She shuddered, that sick feeling increasing. <br><br>Zed had seen plenty during her time on the streets, but this was.....She turned her head away again and spotted the disguarded cloth Dan had been holding when he'd heard them at the door. She stepped over and picked it up, then turned back to the severed head and through it over.<br>"Now <em>THAT'S</em> better......"&nbsp; <br>Relieved that she had managed to at least cover it's eyes and most of it's head, Zed actually managed a quick grin, even Dog seemed easier, now that the head was out of sight. <br><br>Walking over to Dan she half knelt over Michael and gently tilted his head to the side. <br>"Thought I'd seen him hit that table when he went down.....does he live here? Or is there a place we can take him and make sure he's OK?"<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 13:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dan smiled thinly "Best we take into the back, there is a camp bed in there I think. We can lay him on that then deal with our friend in there"<br>Absently he rubbed the graze on his arm "So what got you into trouble with the peelers then lass?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 14:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael was stocky and infact heavier than he looked, that and him being a 'dead' wieght gave Zed and Dan a bit of a hard time to get him into the back, especially past the counter and through the door.<br><br>Once they had Dan more comfortable on the camp bed, Zed found the first aid box and cleaned the graze on Michael's head.<br>"He's deffinately out cold isn't he?.....But I don't think it's serious...."<br><br>Covering up with a blanket, she turned her attention to the back of her leg, it looked as though she may have caught it on the wood as she made her hasty exit from the shop and it was little more than a deap scratch, ouchy but nothing to worry about. After all, one of the things about being on the streets and making the time to go to the clinic, meant that all her jabs were up to date. The doctors at the clinic always did their best to make sure that people had up to date tetnis, TB and in the winter a flu jab.<br><br>As she concentrated on cleaning it, then Dan scratch on his arm, she filled him in on what had happened at the shop and how they had come to arrive back in such a state. Though the fright of that now seemed to have paled a little after the severed head incident.....<br><br>"You think you can have a look at the back of my head for me? It felt like it was bleeding and at first I thought it may have been a gunshot wound, though now thinking on it, it may just be a splinter stuck in there....."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 01:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dan winced when Zed treated the scratch on his arm "Sounds as if you had quite a time then lass". Rubbing his wound he picked up the antiseptic and gauze "Ok then, lets have a look at this wound of yours" he moved behind her and parted her hair, the blood seeping from her scalp obscured his view untill he wiped it away, finaly he could get a clear view of the area in question "Just a splinter, you was right"<br><br>Carefully he picked the wood out of her head and wiped the wound down with the antiseptic. "Best keep that clean lass or it'll get infected for sure" <br>Dan got up from where he was sitting and started to pack away the first aid kit before pausing "Do you want to check your friend? make sure he didn't pick up any wounds in his adventures"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 17:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With much biting of her lip and the occasional flinch, Zed managed to stay relatively still while Dan cleaned her wound.<br>It hurt like hell, but seemed all the less painful to know that it was only a splinter and she sighed with relief wehn he showed her the offending piece of wood.<br><br>"Yeah it was just a little hairy back there and just a little confusing.....what the hell are armed cops doing running around shooting at people for?........OWOWOW..... "<br><br>The anticeptic stung like buggery, but it felt a lot better after the initial sting faded, even if a trickle of it ran down her neck.<br><br>She nodded in agreement when he mentioned Dog, all this time he had been sat at the doorway which lead back to the bar, she assumed he was guarding them from the 'head'.<br>Zed shuddered as she called him over to her, then began to give him a looking over for any sign of injury.<br><br>"Do you think we should get Michael to a hospital?.....He seems to be OK, breathings fine and his colours good, but...well.....y'know....."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 02:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure Lass" Dan looked at his boss thoughtfully " Don't think it'd be wise for you to go out and defitnatley not to go to a hospital, "They" might be looking for you there"<br><br>He got up from the chair and walked behind the bar, bending down he disapeared from view . His muffled voice rose from behind the mahogony "You want some peanuts?" he asked before he appeared again holding a bucket and twp packs of KP.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Michael O'Malley</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 13:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zed nodded in agreement, Michael seemed to be Ok, he was breathing fine and apart from that lump on his head, he looked as though he was having a nice little sleep.<br>"Well....whether they are looking or not, if he starts looking worse, we'll take him OK?"<br><br>While she had been talking, she had been checking dog over, he seemed none the worse for his adventures and apart from a scratch on his nose, she couldn't find a thing wrong with him.<br><br>Zed looked up when Dan called through the door.<br>"Nuts?.....No thanks..."<br>For a moment, she stared at the bucket he held, then it dawned on her why he had it. She curled her nose up in disgust at the thought of moving the head in the bar, but he was right, there was no way they could leave it there.<br>Shivering at the thought she stood up, nodding her head towards the bucket.<br><br>"You need a hand with that?....."<br>
			</dd>
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