Totally Cliche Action Story!

Marlene
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Hair: Medium-length, Brown
Eccentric, Outgoing, Determined


It was almost midnight when Marlene heard mutiple 'thumps' against her window. Muttering angrily under her breath, she pulled a robe over her pajamas and walked outside. Usually, there were many people out at this time of night, most of whom were very drunk as it was New Years Eve.

There was nobody. Fingering the knife in her robe pocket and feeling a shutter pass over her body, she made her way towards her front door.

Suddenly, something warm bumped into her, almost knocking her to the ground.

"Hey, buddy," she scolded. "Watch where you're goin'!"

She turned around as the man came at her again, his eyes slightly unfocused and his arms raised in the air as if to choke her.

Before he could touch her, she ran. A figure appeared in the middle of the street, heading her way.

"You! Help me out here!"

Name~ Jordan
Age~ 17
Hieght~ 5ft 9in
Hair~ cut short; black
eyes~ green
moody; introvert;

The boy turned at the sound of a girl screaming 'help.' He saw some crazy chick in a bathrobe running down the middle of the street and sighed. *Another drunk,* he thought. Then he noticed the figure behind her.

"Are you alright?" he asked, grabbing the girl by the shoulders.

"No! There's some crazy guy trying to kill me!" she replied loudly.

"He's probably completely wasted." Marlene told the guy as the man who had tried to attack her came toward them.

"You distract him while I call the cops, okay?"

Before he could reply, she made her way toward her house.

Jordan pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. The man, who he had hoped would follow the girl, kept walking towards him. "Oh sh-" he muttered, jogging a ways away.

"Hello, you have reached the Fairview Police Department. How may I help you?" a voice said on the other line. It was feminine, and far too happy.

"There's some crazy guy down here on W. Bacon street, and he's scaring the crud out of me and another girl. I think he may have tried to get through her window or something."

"What address?"

"Um...45. But he's walking down the street towards Bunn street."

"I'm sending soemone to check it out as we speak. Should I stay on the phone with you?"

"No, but tell them to hurry. He's chasing me at the moment," Jordan replied quickly before accidently dropping his cellphone.

**Looks like a good idea!**

Slade
Age:19
Hight:6'4
Appearance:Looks of a highschool football player, well built and thin. Hair short and spiky brown. Hazel eyes, and fairly annoyed by all the drunks at the moment.
Scenario:A short girl ran straight into him, after dropping a cell phone.

"Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Sorry, sorry, theres just the fact that theres a drunk after me."

Without a seconds hesitants, Slade pulled a pistol from inside his jacket.

"Whoa,"Said the boy supprised,"you just carry around pistols randomly?"

"It's new years eve, and with all the drunks, can you blame me for bringing some extra artillary at the moment?"

Just as the sentance was finished, the wobbly drunken man, did the slow drunken walk toward them, knife in hand.

After Marlene called the cops (whom had assured her that somoene else had already called in and that the problem would be solved shortly), she ran back outside, hoping to find the guy who had helped her earlier.

She didn't expect to have a pistol aimed at her head.

"Hey!" She raised her arms in the air, a panicked expression coming across her face. "Watch where you're pointing that thing!"

EH, why not?

Name: Kathleen (Kathy)
Age: 18
Height: 5" 7'
Appearence: Slim and fully developed, has a beautiful girlish face with sky blue eyes and raven black hair. She doesn't look like the bounty-hunter type, even though she is a bounty hunter.

Kathleen saw her skip, and according to his file he was a drunk, so his wobble didn't surprise her. She saw someone draw a gun and decided she better act fast.

She ran up beside the man and pushed him into the wall. He dropped his knife which made it easier for her to cuff him.

When he was on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back she turned to the two surprised looking boys.

"Sorry about that," she punched her skip lightly on the arm, "this here's my skip."

"Woah," Marlene said, her eyes wide. "Where did you learn those moves?"

"I'm a bounty hunter, this stuff kinda comes with the whole trade thing. Anybody got a cell phone?"

"I do," the girl said, "but if you need to call the cops too late."

Kathleen smiled, "good, free ride, sorry if this guy was botherin you, I had a hard time tracking him down."

"Thats okay," the guy said, "my name's Slade."

"Kathleen." She shook his hand and couldn't help but think, wow, hottie much?

"Damn......"he said this very slowly, looking the new arival up and down

"What?" she said, looking him straight in the eye.

"Oh, umm, just those moves, uh, awsome, yeah."

Damn, that girl is HOT! Slade just couldnt help it, she was, and it was all a plain fact. Even now, the other boy was staring staight at her, and looking nowhere else. I started to wave my hand in front of his face.

"Hello, is someone in there??"i questioned, snickering.

"Just quite it!" he said, frustrated and embarassed.

Marlene watched the interaction between Kathleen and Slade with a smrik. They were so obvious.

"My name's Marlene," she said, interuppting the two. "It's very nice to meet you."

Kathleen's skip began to move slightly, groaning.

"Hey, I think there's something wrong with him."

She turned her attention to the skip, he was groaning and looked green, "Oh no. Back up he's gonna puke." Just as they were behind him he puked all over the sidewalk. "Oh he's gonna have one hell of a hang over tomorrow." There was cold humor and pity in her voice.

She turned back to everyone else, letting her skip puke his guts out.

"How old are you?" the one with the pistol asked, eyeing her greedily.

"Eighteen."

Their jaws dropped, "eighteen? No way."

"Yes way."

When the skip finished puking all over the sidewalk, he stood up shakily, his knees wobbling. His arms outstreched in front of him.

"Um, I'm sorry to end the conversation, but there is something seriously wrong with him," Marlene said as she pulled out her pocket knife and held it in front of her, poised and ready for the skip to come at her again.

"Oh. My. God," Kathleen reconized the dazed look on his face. Being the horror movie fan that she was she reconized the zombie look. "I know this sounds far fetched but... I think he's a zombie."

"Like a 28 days later zombie or a Resident Evil zombie?"

"The latter, um... run!"

"Are you serious?" Marlene snorted. "You think this guy's a zombie? I think he's just mentally insane!"

The skip began walking toward her as the rest of the group slowly backed away.

"So, maybe we should... hold him down or something? You know, stop him from doing any harm?"