The mood of the mall-like space has drastically changed.
From excitement to anxiety?
From curiosity to fear?
From fear to...like...worse fear?
Yeah, definitely that last one.
Fuze deals with situations like this in one very effective way: drinking heavily. Running off past the already-occupied Walmart, he ducks into the bright red lights of Target on the hunt for a bottle of quality vodka.
[5] Target isn't necessarily known for its wide selection of alcohol, so Fuze is initially disappointed as he roams the aisles, but soon comes across a side room, door ajar. Ducking inside, he finds himself in what could potentially be called a staff room, if there were staff to ever use it. Lockers line the walls, half open, with a minifridge and microwave sitting on the counter across from him. Lucky for him, inside the fridge he finds
two unopened bottles of Grey Goose! Chugging one of them with impressive, almost inhuman speed, Fuze sets out to find someone to smash the bottle against
[2], but stumbles before even getting out of the staff room, smashing the bottle against the table.
On the plus side, at least it's a little bit sharper.
A little outside of that room,
Lulu watches Fuze eat shit. Not distracted from her quest for food with
Rex and
Dave in tow behind her, she continues on to the copious aisles of food and snacks within Target. Lulu
[5] is practically blown away by the variety of food! Fruit! Candy! Meat! Even just like, cans of icing!
It's a lot of food, and she just like takes a bunch of it in a basket.
Yknow, because she can.
Rex [3+1] barks! It was a good bark!! Rex also
[4] follows closely behind Lulu, making sure not to lose her as she snakes through the aisles. What a good dog!
While Rex runs off after Lulu,
Dave realizes that with no weed, no way to calm his nerves medicinally, Rex is probably going to be the best option for keeping his nerves on the level. Getting up slowly, he
[6] sprints after Rex, actually pulling ahead and finding himself in Target with no idea where to go. It's not a huge store, but it's still big enough for him to somehow be finding himself nowhere near anyone, between the electronics department and a display of wreaths and other autumn-themed decorations. Guess that's just what happens when you rush things
DAVID.
Thankfully, Dave isn't alone for too long, as
Stan [2] appears, wandering around aimlessly. Knives seem to be escaping his sight at the moment. Hell, even the forks and spoons are eluding him, as is the entire kitchen department. There's definitely one in the store, but from his current position, it's nowhere to be seen.
Back at fountain,
John is alone. Just how he likes it. The only thing that would make the situation better would be alcohol and a newspaper (because clearly this is the situation for that). Since the best bet for that is the Target, he reluctantly follows the rest of the
Red Team inside. He quickly realizes the same thing Fuze already did, but
[4] he thankfully has less exclusive taste, and arrives at the beer aisle. Taking his time, he wanders around, picking up a few things.
A six-pack of Molson, a cheap plastic flask, a Zippo lighter and newspaper from the functionally-useless cashier area, and sits down at one of the tills. Not really much to do right now, apparently.
Nobody is really there to see it, but across the atrium, in the Walmart, the
Blue Team wraps up their business. One by one, they exit the store, armed to the teeth and forming a defensive line in front of the security gates.
Well, armed to like the shin. There's not a lot one can do with just a Walmart for supplies, but it's clear they did pretty well for themselves.
The
Jock stands out in front, wielding a
Hockey Stick, with a bag of about
12 firecrackers and a small pack of matches.
The
Prep stands next to him, wielding a
9-Iron in a similar fashion, along with a
small bucket of golf balls.Next to her stands the
Goth who has just grabbed a
Block of Knives, about 15 of them. She's set the block itself down next to her, and has two in her hands.
The
Punk looks ready to fight, holding a pair of
Neon Tube Lights.
Behind everyone else, off in a corner sits the
Nerd, staring intently at a small phone-like device, and occasionally looking up at the sky.
Last but certainly not least, the
Dude stands between everyone else, but at the back of the formation. He's wearing gloves and carrying a
fairly large Leaf Blower, strapped to his shoulder. On the ground next to him is a bucket of
tennis balls in some kind of liquid, and a small brulee torch.
Clearly annoyed that they spent all that time exiting all cool and shit for nothing, the Jock pulls out an airhorn and blasts it for a solid 10 seconds. It gets
everyone's attention.
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Topic: Mall Fight: The Inferno - Chapter 0: Where There's Smoke (Read 8989 times)