A curious incident in the cafeteria

The Zombie arrives at the cafeteria during lunch time. He looks around and lumbers over to the lunch line, his small druid accompanies him.

As he waits in line among the other inmates, he first scans the hash that is being slopped onto the inmates plates. Then his gaze moves to the
rotund, balding man serving the food. As he moves along the line his gaze slowly back and forth between the two.

The Zombie moves to the front of line and the man states disinterested, "What it'll be?". The Zombie blankly stares at the man.

The man furrows his brow, "We haven't got all day, let's go". The Zombie looks at the food briefly and then back at the man.

"Are some kind retard or something?! Hurry up!" The man looks at a guard and shrugs.

SUDDENLY, The Zombie begins climbing over the sneeze guard towards the man. A smirk comes across the face of his druid companion as he weakly
says, "No", making a lame attempt to grab The Zombie by the pants. The Zombie steps on and in the hash and mashed potatoes as makes way behind the counter.

He drops on the side where no inmate is meant to go.

The man backs away from The Zombie with his hand up shaking his bald head violently, sweat flying off his head through the air. "Stop...NO!"

The Zombie shows surprising speed and quickly closes the gap.

TheZombie Grabs his opponent on both side of head and starts greedily gnawing on his head executing a MORTAL Brain Eater.
THE MAN IS BLEEDING!!

TheZombie Brings His Hands To His Mouth And Blood Starts Pouring Out And Unleashes A Primal Scream executing A Bloody Time

The man goes down in heap, the guards move in, the inmates go wild, and melee ensues...

Moosh watched The Zombies attack on the helpless worker and nodded... He walked closer to the druid nearby and said, "Moosh likes your style, dat's a big boy you got workin' for you. Dunno how well the guards will take to him... or the other inmates for dat matter... bad smell, but good taste! Brain is a tasty morsel for sure!"

The druid made no response...

"What's your name, anyhow?" Moosh prodded towards the Druid.

The druid removes the hood of his robe exposing a leathery gaunt ratface. His grey eyes meander up, way up, to Moosh.

He extends a bony figure and says, "I am known in this world as Algernon."

Crashes, clangs, screams, and other sounds of chaos come from behind.

He smiles, leans forward, and in a wheezy raspy voice he says, "I may be able to fit one as you into my plans."

"We see about your plans later, first you show Moosh how tough is your Undead Warder! Send him to the ring with Moosh and we see what magicks you got...", stated Moosh, "We see if him can beat Moosh for a 10-count an dat be a test good enough for Moosh."

Moosh waved to the druid before turning and walking out to the Yard... if he wanted to show who was the boss he would need to be in tip-top shape.

(Clean this up into something a little shorter and in script format and send it to me, I want to put this on the show.)

(OOC: These boards are to flesh out characters and get people warmed up for story lines. I wouldn't just take something that was nicely written up like this and recycle it for a show. It's about time there was more activity on these boards, that can lead to matches or plots, and such. Perhaps they can come up with something else for a show. =] )

(OOC: Well we got it all set up, all fixed up nice nice and sent over to Tremere, hopefully he'll use that and the LMS match we had in the show... (sent that too...), but we'll continue with the story, no doubt...)

The Zombie enters with cafeteria with Algernon. His stomach making odd noises.

"We need to get you fed...",whispers Algernon.

As they wander over to the end of the "food" line several other inmates give them strange looks. Several whisper and point.

One of the guards nonchalantly move behind the counter to stand beside the server.

The man serving the food looks startled when he sees The Zombie in line.
He stares out to space as if thinking about something and then his eyes move quickly to The Zombie. He rubs the 2x2 square bandaid on the top of his head and grimaces with contempt. The man stares at The Zombie as he advances down the line glancing back from time to time to serve.

"You again... How'd you like your stay in the hole?", He chuckles.

The zombie motions at some food. "He'll have the lasagna and i'll have the pea soup." says Algernon.

"I knew the retard would be back!" He grabs a square of lasagna and loads it on the plate.

Gives a little smirk.

He makes a large snort clearing all the matter in his sinuses and then makes that long noise you make when you clear your throat.
Lifts up the second layer of the food exposing all the meat. He then launches the biggest nasties hairy loogee anyone has ever seen into the heart of the meal.

He lowers the layer and puts up the plate up on the top of the counter.

"Here ya go... hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it! HEHEHEHHHEH", cackles the man.

The Zombie shrugs, takes his food, finds a table, and proceeds to eat every last morsel.

Moosh sauntered over with a tray full of food and plopped down next to the Druid. He would have sat next to the Zombie but he knew how he got when eating!

"How ya been, Algernon?", Moosh asked his friend, "I see him eating some actual food and stuff... that's a good sign, maybe he's got some life left in him yet, and lord knows he could stand to gain a few more pounds, but it'll take a bit to catch up to Moosh!"

"That's for certain..."

Moosh devoured his food with a fervor not unlike the Zombies lust for brains and Moosh thought he saw the druid crack a little smile.