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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 27 2015, 12:36 AM Post #2251 |
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Is that so?
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The fallen had provided minimal difficulty to dispose of. Antonio was not a body builder by any stretch of the imagination, but he was far from weak. And weeks of relying on his body to survive had made him tougher. The approach with using a knife was a little different than when using a shotgun, but the principles were the same and Antonio adapted to the new weapon fairly quickly, though not with the same sort of practiced efficiency that Brandon and Eli displayed. But the fallen were normal. Seeing one of them impaled against a box of vegetable shortening with a sword was not normal at all. "Well that is new." Antonio offhandedly commented on the bizarre sight. He took a moment to walk up to the fallen and end it with a single stab to the head. It was unable to do anything beyond writhe and thrash as Antonio carried out the execution. After cleaning off the knife on the shirt of the now deceased fallen, Antonio furled his brow and looked at the sword. There was probably an elaborate story behind how this sword had found its way into a McDonald's freezer and how its owner had impaled both a fallen and a box of vegetable shortening in it with one thrust. But that was a story that he would probably never know. But the most important part of it was the fact that a sword was left over. Without saying a word to the others, he placed the dagger on the ground, put one foot on the box of shortening to hold it to the ground, and wrapped both his hands around the hilt of the sword. And then he pulled. The sword did not move. He pressed his foot more firmly against the box and tried to wiggle the sword a little bit, but to no avail. He grit his teeth and pulled again. The sword still did not move. Antonio let go of the sword. He rolled his shoulders and stepped his other foot on top of the box as well, carefully avoiding the fallen that it was still pinned to. He crouched down a little, gripped the sword with everything he had, and then pulled it with every muscle in his arms, legs, and back at once. For several seconds, the sword remained firmly in place, but Antonio persisted and kept pulling. Finally, as he felt like he was about to give up, the sword violently popped out of the box. With all the grace of a falling brick, Antonio fell from his perch and landed onto the hard floor of the freezer with his back. But he had pulled the sword out of the box of vegetable shortening and it was secure in his hands. "This must be what King Arthur felt like..." Antonio groaned as he looked up at the ceiling. |
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| Strompy | Jul 27 2015, 07:54 PM Post #2252 |
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"Heeey!" Brandon cheered as Antonio wrest the sword free. For a moment he was worried the man would injure himself. Looking at the blade it was easy to see that it was sharp, very sharp. Brandon knew that there were places that made costume weapons but this looked like an actual one. Probably cost its previous owner a pretty penny. Heavy and sharp, that could be really effective in more open spaces. There was no acvompanying sheath for it however. "You actually going to use that thing?" Brandon asked as he offered Antonio his hand. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 27 2015, 08:04 PM Post #2253 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio accepted the hand and the help back to his feet. "Sometimes, God has strange ways of sending us help." The priest groaned as the strain and the impact had both left him a little sore. "But I'm not about to turn it down." He had never even used a sword before. But the blade was pretty sharp and the fallen were not very durable. He was sure the rest of it would figure itself out. |
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| Strompy | Jul 28 2015, 02:42 AM Post #2254 |
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Aside from the sword the search turned up exactly what was expected. A lot of spoiled food, some other items like bags of sliced pickles and other condiments had survived, things like napkins and straws, and a small first aid kit. They combed the place for anything else of value and with the exception of a lighter on one of the rotters found nothing of note. The next restaurant, an Arby's, had a similar story once they cleared it. The only food they could find were less than pleasant non-perishables. Maybe if they found some meat they could work them into a decent stew though he didn't fancy even Glenda could have made good use if that many pickles. Brandon made up his mind to try and bag some rabbits or something the next time he had the oopportunity. With four people keeping the rotters at bay they were easily managed. The group was able to fill two more jerry cans they found inside the gas station and top up their tanks. It all took them under half an hour with everyone playing their part. The most daunting task was still ahead of them. If the three buildings they just cleared were any indicator then they could expect a large rotter presence inside that Walmart. The prospect gave Brandon pause to reevaluate the idea of hitting it. The way he saw it this place would only offer a few things. Not much call for fashion out there in the middle of nowhere, more likely this place had gardening, outdoors and auto departments. They'd almost definitely have groceries though, even after the place had been looted it was still maybe worth looking into it for that alone. "We can probably scavenge up some food in that Walmart. Maybe some hardware too, keep us on the road as long as possible. What do you guys think? Worth it?" he asked. ... Emily walked with her thumbs through her belt loops. She and Jen had sped away from danger and were now walking the bike back down south by another road to avoid drawing more attention. "So. You ride and you shoot. For some reason I still don't get the feeling you're a lesbian." Emily observed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 28 2015, 03:52 AM Post #2255 |
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Is that so?
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"It's here now." Antonio shrugged, holding his newly acquired sword over his shoulder like he was some sort of crusader. "At the very least, we can scout the place out and see how it looks." Willow crossed her arms as she considered Brandon and Antonio's words. She needed to start thinking here. They had a decent amount of food thanks to Jimmy's reserves. It would be enough if they made a straight shot through to California, but that seemed like a pipe dream. There was always something or the other that came up. And admittedly, Willow was worried about passing over the mountains. There were only a few major routes over them, which presented a lot of the same danger that bridges did. But it wasn't just bandits. "Getting to California should only take another couple of days." Nolan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "With the food that Jimmy has, we should probably be fine." "You haven't been with us very long, so I'll let that one slide." Willow disagreed with him fairly swiftly. "Nothing is ever that easy with us. Soon we'll be hitting the Rockies. And then the desert that is Nevada. And the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range after that. Without even thinking about the possibility of bandits and rotter hordes, we got the possibility of blizzards and rock slides that could force us into lengthy detours. Honestly, I would rather be prepared. This could be our last reliable stop for a while." Nolan pursed his lips and scratched his head; "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I didn't even think about that. Nobody has really been maintaining those roads for a few months and we have no weather reports to warn us what's going on. That's a lot of unknowns. We should pick up some snow chains while we are in there too in that case." * * * * * Jen glanced at Emily and gave the woman a sad smirk. She partly expected this to come up at some point. She couldn't deny the stereotypes associated with her hobbies. Just saying 'nope' and leaving it at that seemed kind of cold and Jen didn't want to give Emily that kind of vibe. She glanced over each shoulder, making sure that there weren't any rotters nearby, before turning her attention back to her travelling companion. "The guns are a more recent necessity. I only learned how to shoot back at Flint after they took me in." Jen continued after a brief pause. "The bikes though... I may not look like it, but I've always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Riding a bike just seemed like a natural step when I hit 16, especially since my grandpa had so many of them. My sisters thought I was crazy, but I always thought the freedom of it was appealing." She paused once again and took another scan of the area. Still no rotters. "I guess what I am trying to say is that I am as straight as a razor." Jen said bluntly. "Your best bet would honestly have been Willow if she wasn't already taken. I'm pretty sure the woman is bi and doesn't even know it." |
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| Strompy | Jul 28 2015, 06:48 AM Post #2256 |
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"Disappointing." Emily said nonchalantly. She had gotten the same vibe from Willow, she didn't know if it was the case but she certainly gave that impression. Emily might have even made a pass at her if the other person in the equation didn't happen to be a friend, maybe her best friend despite their long separation. It was strange that she felt so certain that even if he weren't her last living friend that he would still be her greatest one. It also wasn't the first time she'd heard somebody swear they were straight and then behave very differently. She might have pressed her luck with Jen too if it weren't such tight quarters, she didn't want there to be any unpleasantness and unwanted attention had a way of making things unpleasant. After what happened the day before it was already a tense situation. "I was really more curious than anything. Guns and bikes are how I met my last two girlfriends. During training in my off time I'd go to the range, I wasn't brought up around guns and I was really eager to impress so I got the extra practice in. Stacey was a range warden and an obvious lesbian, though she didn't realise it. Then there was Carrie, bull dyke. Gave her a speeding ticket and my number. She rode something a lot like this." Emily reminisced. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 28 2015, 01:47 PM Post #2257 |
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Oh she was just curious. Of course! Now Jennifer felt a little stupid for jumping straight to conclusions. Had she not seen it coming, she might have been more casual with it. But after Willow told her earlier, it was something that had just been on her mind. Hopefully she wasn't looking too defensive right now, though it was a topic she wasn't entirely comfortable with discussing. At least discussing with someone of that persuasion. "Sounds like your love life has been a hell of a lot more exciting than mine. The most action I've ever gotten in my life was when a girl made out with me in the showers after practice because she thought I was a lesbian. Which is ironically how I learned I wasn't one. For context, I went to an all-girls school for the entirety of my post-pubescent life cause my mom was convinced men were nothing but trouble after a series of bad relationships and a sudden conversion to Christianity." At the time, it had been a little horrifying for her. After the initial shock had worn off, Jen pushed her away and it was months before they even spoke again. But when they did, they became pretty good friends. So it was easy to laugh it off in hindsight since everything kind of worked out, despite the awkwardness of it all at the time. She took another chance to scan the area around them. Still clear; the stragglers were too far away to be of any concern to them right now. "It sucks to be alone, but do you think it is even worth it to get attached to someone new these days?" Jen asked with no small degree of hesitation. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 28 2015, 02:11 PM Post #2258 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli folded his arms as he considered Brandon’s question for himself. He was reminded of the way he used to evaluate scores – whether they were worth the stretch or not. Of course, he never did get too good at that. There was a warrant out for his arrest when the rotters appeared. Nearby, Jimmy was leaning on his own spear like it was a walking stick. He jumped in with his own input. “Wart here is right,” he said, and he gestured to Antonio’s bizarre new weapon. “We’re here now, might as well.” Eli nodded. He decided he was on board. Besides the sword, the haul from the restaurants had been relatively underwhelming. A big box store would probably yield better results. “Agreed,” Eli said. “Let’s get it done.” |
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| Strompy | Jul 29 2015, 12:44 AM Post #2259 |
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"No guts no glory." Brandon conceded happily. Suddenly he had a means of getting into that Walmart and clearing it. "Guts..." ... A few minutes later Brandon stood in an oversized faux leather trench coat and a trilby they'd taken from a larger specimen they put down in the McDonalds. He wouldn't have been caught dead wearing either before all this, he was thankful now that other people didn't have the sense to feel the same. He'd seen the others use this trick in Chicago to get them out of a warehouse through a sea of rotters. Even though Julie got bitten there the escape itself went off without a hitch. Once he was covered in gore he could walk up to that building completely invisible. He didn't fancy the chances of finding many more ciats so it was only going to ve him and maybe two or three others going in. They could almost effortlessly clear a path to the building and then take out the rotters inside without ever drawing attention to themselves. "Not even I can make this look good. There's a raincoat in the staff room for whoever's coming with me." he said as he steeled himself for the even more unpleasant part. ... "Yeah. I was alone for a while there, really alone Lost my friend when our cruiser rolled. Then you guys found me and I got my best friend back. It's always worth caring about people. Gotta have people." Emily answered with certainty. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 29 2015, 01:57 AM Post #2260 |
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The raincoat that Brandon had mentioned out was a little on the long side for the average height of Antonio. But It didn't really matter. Between the yellow coat and the hat, he felt like he was walking straight out of a Curious George or Dick Tracy comic. In fact, just coming out of the staff room in his new attire was embarrassing. Yellow was a color that had never really gotten along with him historically. "Looking sharp there, Fath- err... Antonio." Nolan corrected himself at the last second. "You look silly!" Kelsey joined in unsurprisingly quickly. The two of them were sitting at a table inside the McDonald's. The shaved and cleaned up Nolan seemed to be playing a clapping game of some sort with his sister when they both stopped to look at Antonio walk out from the back wearing his new threads. Meanwhile, Brandon looked like he was preparing one of the corpses and Willow was trying her best to help him. He understood immediately why Nolan had decided to sit this particular activity out. "At least it won't be yellow much longer." Antonio sighed. "I don't think I've ever seen you so apprehensive before." Nolan tilted his head. "What happened to all your confidence?" "You clearly have never seen me mentally preparing myself to smear the guts of the dead all over my clothes." Antonio retorted. "Even before I knew what they smelled like on the inside, it was not something I ever wanted to experience." "Well, from what I hear, it works wonders for getting you close to them undetected. Kels told me the story of the warehouse where they tested this before. You can walk right through them like you were literally one of them." "And it smells disgusting!" Kelsey added. "Just because it works doesn't mean I am looking forward to it. I would almost rather just cut my way through them the old fashioned way." He subconsciously looked at his newly-acquired sword as he said that last part. He hadn't had it for long, but it had already proven itself to be pretty effective at cutting down the fallen. It would be a good alternative to his shotgun when they needed to move with a little more subtlety, despite how outrageous he felt while using it. * * * * * "Hah! Yeah." Jennifer visibly relaxed a little after Emily voices her opinion. "That's what I always told myself, but it's good to hear someone else agree with me." The truth was, she saw people like Willow and Brandon -- they got along really well and always seemed to back each other up. It looked like real love. And Jen was, admittedly, a bit jealous of what they had. She wouldn't have dated Brandon necessarily; sure he was hot, but she got the impression he could be a little sexually aggressive on top of being melodramatic and was overall a bit of a weirdo. She was jealous of the connection they shared despite all that. And when she saw an opportunity to try forming a connection of her own like what they had, she suddenly found herself debating the downsides of it. Living in constant fear for not only your own safety, but someone else's, And the kind of soul-crushing agony you would experience if you lost them. Thankfully, Emily's optimist helped lift her up a little bit. And not only that, but the cure they were delivering, that was supposed to end all of that fear. She almost felt a little silly for forgetting all of that. "Hey, there're our cars." Jen pointed to their convoy of vehicles parked by the McDonald's. |
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| Strompy | Jul 29 2015, 03:39 AM Post #2261 |
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"Okay. Here comes the fun part." Brandon said aprehensively. For some reason he undid the rotter's shirt as he lay it out in front of him, it wasn't like this was surgery. He put on a pair of plastic gloves from one of the boxes they found full of them. He exhaled sharply and took up his kukri before stabbing it into the rotter's belly. Brandon had skinned, gutted and butchered animals before. He'd also been around death and decay. In recent weeks he'd had plenty of time to get used to rotters, but this was something else. It wsn't like gutting an animal or like death and decay. There was an aspect to it that was unnatural. The way it smelled was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. Rotter was an inaccurate term for what was really happening to these things. It wasn't quite rot it was like... something he couldn't describe. If they were rotting none of them would be standing to be a danger. Their insides were almost gelatinous and moist, like they'd been soaking in vinegar or something. Half rotted. Half preserved. It was a foul diseased kind of thing. Brandon was never more glad to have people who would put him down in the event he died than he was a that moment. He swallowed hard as he put his hands into the thing and began to apply the filth he pulled out to himself. That smell would be stuck in his nose for a very long time, he bet. He could do the arms and front himself bug he'd need help with the rest. "You doing okay?" he asked Willow. "Hey guys we... oh Jesus! Aw what the fuck?" Emily exclaimed as she and Jen entered the restaurant. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 29 2015, 03:49 AM Post #2262 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“And this is actually gonna work?” Jimmy raised a sceptical eyebrow at Brandon and the notion of what he wanted to do. “It’ll work,” Annie said. She sounded confident. From the brief recap Brandon had given before stripping the coat, Jimmy understood it was her idea in the first place. When he suggested it again, she had retrieved a pair of sterile gloves from her bag of tricks. Apparently she was going to help out with the application. “It’s gross,” she added. “But it’ll work.” “Really gross,” Connor said, wrinkling his nose. “Okay, well no offence, but you guys can have fun,” Jimmy wrinkled his own nose. “I like to think I’d try anything once, but I feel like this is a box I can leave unticked on the ol’ bucket list.” “Suit yourself,” Eli said, right as he appeared from the office of the McDonalds. “You can keep watch.” He was wearing a blazer he had stripped from one of their earlier kills over a McDonalds uniform and apron. Jimmy had never been less attracted to him. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 29 2015, 04:20 AM Post #2263 |
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"Oh God, not this shit again!" Jen groaned. The smell from when they smeared this stuff on their bodies a few days ago was still burned into her nostrils. She would probably never forget it so long as she lived. And she had hoped that it would stay as a memory. And then she returns to her friends to find this happening all over again. Brandon and Willow were both wearing rubber gloves, working on smearing the 'fresh' rotter guts all over Brandon's trench coat. Neither of them were enjoying the experience, and rightfully so. But now Annie was getting in on it as well. Emily's shock was completely justified, Jen would have been horrified if she hadn't walked in on this previously. And it wasn't just Emily. Antonio looked a little antsy as he stood nearby in his yellow raincoat, waiting for his turn. He was clearly looking forward to this less than anyone else. Jen found it a little amusing. He had always been so cool under fire, both verbal and physical. She had seen the man get unsettled and disturbed. But never like this. And behind him was Eli as well. There was something going on here and Jen didn't much care for the implications. "I'm fine, babe." Willow assured Brandon as she scooped up another handful of gelatinous insides and started smearing them over his rear end. Jen turned to Emily -- at the very least she could explain what was going on to her; "A few days ago, we figured out that you are almost invisible to rotters if you smell like them. Hence... this." |
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| Strompy | Jul 29 2015, 09:16 AM Post #2264 |
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Brandon smiled as Willow began applying the cover-scent to his back. How many people had he met who would do this so readily? Once she was finished he turned around and removed his gore covered hat and leaned forward to kiss her, careful not to touch her with any of his filthy clothes. He smiled at the awkwardness of the action but mostly he was just strangely happy at that moment. I'll tell her. he promised himself again, this time without any doubt. "Love you." he whispered with a grin before stepping out of the way so the others could work. "Well this is gross but helpful. Gonna remember this one." Emily said with a little dread in her voice. She wasn't forgetting this smell any time soon. "Get the door please?" Brandon asked. She happily complied, more than eager to be outside herself. Brandon gingerly removed his gloves, picked his kukri back up and made his way outside while the other's got dressed up. Brandon felt lucky they hadn't stopped for breakfast or he might have lost it by now. The smell certainly killed any appetite he might have had just then. Eating wouldbe a challenge from now on if this particular memory came up at meal time. He knew it would. Some day he'd find himself about to bite into something and it would surface and he'd have to go hungry. This was disgusting. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 29 2015, 01:39 PM Post #2265 |
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"I'll be right back." Willow dismissed herself as Antonio hesitantly stepped up to be smeared next. The pink-haired woman made her way through the dining area of the store and casually used her hip to push open the smaller side entrance and step outside. And she immediately filled her lungs with all of the 'fresh' air that she could afford. She took such a deep breath that she only stopped when she felt a stabbing pain in her chest telling her to stop. She had told Brandon she was fine, and while that was true, she really hadn't taken into account the sheer strength of the smell. Normally she loved to kiss her boyfriend, but this time it had taken a lot of strength not to vomit into his mouth. And that feeling to vomit still hadn't really faded. She suddenly had a lot of respect for Annie -- she was still in there slogging through all of that. Granted, her recent waves of nausea hadn't been helping with this at all. "Jesus fuck..." She sighed after she had regained her composure. * * * * * Nolan watched as Antonio's yellow raincoat became less and less yellow and more and more red thanks to Annie's work. He followed her instructions to the letter, but his face told the story of someone who did not want to be there right now. Not that Nolan could blame him -- this was one of the most disgusting things he had seen and smelled in his entire life. He found himself taking breaks from watching to talk or play with Kelsey and pretend that this entire thing was actually not happening on the other side of the dining area. "You know what really bothers me?" He turned to his sister who looked back at him quizzically. "I really wanted to see that new Star Wars movie now. It's kind of weird to be worried about that through all this, but I was really looking forward to it. I mean, a good Star Wars? We haven't seen that for decades." "Yeah." Kelsey frowned. "Me too." "Me three." Jen slumped down at one of the spare chairs at the table. "Disney was really on a roll with their movies. When I heard that they were doing a new Star Wars trilogy, I thought we might actually get good Star Wars movies again." "Wouldn't have taken much to be better than the prequel trilogy." He quipped back. "I know, right?" Jen chuckled. "I liked the new Star Wars." Kelsey added her input into the conversation. "My favorite was the third one. But the first one was good too! Darth Maul was really cool and the fight scenes were awesome!" Nolan sympathized with the kid. It wasn't necessarily that he thought the original Star Wars was the best thing ever, but it didn't take much to notice the poor decisions made in the prequel trilogy. To someone of Kelsey's age, they were probably not very apparent, instead being overshadowed by the admittedly flashy special effects and over-the-top lightsaber fights. That was all it took to impress a kid. "Oh don't worry." Jen assured her. "That will change once you hit our age." "Then you'll start to notice the poor acting, directing, casting, and writing." Her brother tried to explain. "Like... think about it this way, Kels. Episode 2 was basically one big failed romance plot. Half the movie was just Anakin and Padme sitting on couches and talking. But Anakin was trying to get Padme to like him, right?" "Right..." "But Padme always said 'Oh, I can't because I'm a senator!' There is no rule saying senators can't have boyfriends. But Anakin is a Jedi, he isn't allowed to have that kind of attachment. Yet the entire movie is just him blatantly trying to break his oath while Padme gives half-assed reasons why she can't. And ultimately they do get married, though it is hamfisted in. I mean, wouldn't it just have made more sense for Anakin to be an upstanding Jedi, and then Padme pursues him for the entirety of the movie. You know, reverse the roles? So now he is forced to choose between adhering to the Jedi code and going with what he feels, which is kind of the entire struggle of a Jedi! We would have a character to relate to, as he would be torn between doing what he should and doing what he wants -- and we can see how his decisions influence both the story and his relationships with others. By putting all the pressure on Padme, that leaves Anakin to be a two-dimensional and boring character because he never needs to actually change who he is or make any choices and instead throws them onto everyone else. Which is a poor choice since Anakin is the protagonist of the entire prequel series. Except for the Phantom Menace, where I think Obi-Wan was the protagonist." "Damn, I never even thought of that!" Jen said. Kelsey looked up at Nolan. She seemed a little overwhelmed, which was fair. Nolan had dropped a lot of heavy storytelling elements on her. She was only 10-years old, Nolan didn't pick any of this stuff up until his high school years. Before then, it was all about flashy effects and keeping him entertained. He couldn't possibly expect her to really understand anything beyond the sheer entertainment value behind it, which admittedly was pretty high for someone not looking at the story. "The fight scenes were cool though!" She finally said. Yeah, saw that one coming. "I thought your argument was pretty convincing." Jen gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, I did too." Nolan laughed a little. "And that's just one aspect, I could complain about this for hours, there's a lot more. Like why did Anakin build a PROTOCOL droid to 'help his mother around the house'. He looked like he'd be pretty crap at dishes, but I bet he can translate all those alien languages she no doubt encounters in her day to day household life like a boss." "Holy crap, he did do that, didn't he?" The black woman leaned back in her seat with an incredulous look on her face. "Yeah... yeah, he did." "So, what else you got, Nolan?" "Well... staying in Episode 1 for now, remember when they want to Watto's shop? After their spaceship crashed and they needed to find a replacement part? There was so much wrong there, like why would Qui-Gon take Watto at his word that no other shop had the replacement part for their spaceship? And instead of just selling his old ship and buying a new one which would have been a far more prudent idea, he went through a really complicated plot to win the part in a bet which risked their entire livelihood and..." * * * * * Antonio uncomfortably waddled outside after Brandon. He was drenched in the gore of the fallen. But the worst part was that Antonio could feel his nostrils adjusting to the smell already. It already smelled far less repulsive than it had a few minutes ago when Annie helped him rub the first spatter of insides on his raincoat. "I don't think I'll eat again for weeks." Antonio groaned. "But you guys sure keep things... interesting." Admittedly, he didn't know what to tell Brandon. Talking to him after the events of Lincoln had been difficult enough already. But now they were both wearing something terrible. Though he figured at the very least that he should try to get to know the man a little bit. Regardless of whether or not Antonio would be able to move past his role in the massacre earlier, they were stud with each other for the foreseeable future. |
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