I don't know art....

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

"I don't care who put it there!" snaps Alfredo Hall, jabbing an angry finger at the tall twisted sculpture near the Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain. "It's all wrong. It's positively banal. It's ruining this show! I want it out of here!"

The construction worker is losing his patience. "Look, mac, I don't give a rat's naked tuchus what you want. I got a work order right here--" He waves the pink copy in Hall's face. "--telling me an' my boys to put that thing up, and nobody's gonna take it down without another work order!"

"Fine! I'll do it myself!"

"You try that and I'll have the union on your--" He catches sight of the zombies moving in. "Hooooly shit. What kinda crazy show you putting on here? Didn't you know Halloween was last week?"

Alfredo Hall turns and looks. "No! Oh, god, what else could go wrong today? I swear this show is cursed!"

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[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"Man, don't say that, or else it will get worse!"
Says the teen hovering a few feet above their heads, blasting at the zombie with bolts of electricity,

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

The zombies to the south begin to pose around the Goethe Monument, while the zombies to the north paw through the fashion magazines at the newstand.

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Alfredo Hall gapes at the youth. "Stop!" He flaps his hands to shoo him away. "What are you doing? Is this some kind of protest?"

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"No, this is badly dressed dead people rising from the grave to... well this is where I'd say eat the brains of the living but brains probably have too many calories for them. Sir, you'd better clear out now."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Alfred Hall dismisses the suggestion with a flip of his hand. "No, no, don't be silly. Do you know how much is tied up in this production?" He sweeps his hand grandly to the tents, each of which bears a banner proclaiming a fashion extravaganza from the House of Hall. "I've worked too hard to throw all this away. Go clean up the mess, there's a good boy."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

The Aerie Two circles the immediate area in a methodical search pattern, searching for any more-than-interested observers who may be linked to the chaos on the ground. Her progress is hampered somewhat by the news choppers with their erratic flight patterns, eliciting more choice curses from her as she adjusts to compensate. One pilot gets a cut-in on his broadcast. "Hey, lugnut! Get your lightweight patootie outta my airspace, or I shred it!"

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

Huntress looks out over Sixth street, silently thankful she isn't on the ground for this latest episode of crazy. "We've got a lot of people out here with camcorders and cellphones. How the hell are we supposed to figure out which one of these bozos is maybe-perhaps the one responsible for this mess?" It's not like they have magic detectors on board. Maybe she needs to propose that, or something. "For all we know, they're underground sitting in some blood-drawn inverted pentagram watching on CCTV."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Beneath them, the latest wave of zombies crosses Sixth Street. Atop one of the buildings directly across from Bryant Park stands a lone figure clutching binoculars to his face.

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"Sir, you've probably heard this before but, you? Are crazy."

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

It's difficult to pinpoint people. The chopper has to be mindful of distance from buildings and backwash from its blades. Huntress squints out ahead, then looks down, adjusting the zoom on the helicopter's camera and points him out to the Blackhawk on the surveillance screen. "Hm. Who the hell carries binocs on a casual basis?"

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

The man lowers the binoculars, looks behind him, then is joined by two men and an elderly woman, all with binoculars hanging around their necks.

[oracle-watching.livejournal.com]

"Reading their lips," Oracle says, studying the camera feed, "I'd say they're birdwatchers. But that gives me an idea...." She gestures and begins making adjustments. "Lady Blackhawk, please continue to sweep the area. Huntress, keep that camera aimed on the crowds. I'm going to do some face-matching based on the current suspect list."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Roger that." The chopper swings away. Then another bout of cursing. "Would it come outta my stipend if I nailed a couple idiot pilots who can't follow a flight path with a map and GPS into the bargain?"

[oracle-watching.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

The computer begins to run its comparisons.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

"Or just really desperate for a successful line for once," Vixen quips as she's thrown into the room. In spite of the fact that she's been fighting her way here, she looks remarkably well put together.

Not a single strand of hair is out of place.

Models get the good hairspray.

She angrily punches a zombie in the midsection, her (thankfully) gloved hand splattering through it. "It's not like you needed your stomach anyway," she says. "In life or in death."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

"Mari!" Alfred throws his arms wide, smiling broadly. "So good to see you! Please tell me you've come to surprise me with your grace, beauty and endorsement."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Party pooper," she grumbles, then leans forward once more. The black helicopter twitches as if in irritation. "HEY! Do I gotta come over there and demonstrate my version of airspace on your three-week school licensed ass?"

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"No, she's too busy smashing Zombies. Something that is going to be a lot harder to do if we have to protect your sorry behind."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Before they reach 40th Street, a pinging noise comes from the console. Match ... detected.... intones the mechanical voice. Match ... detected....

A man's face is displayed on the screen. He is prematurely balding, and what hair remains is dark. He wears wire-framed glasses. His name pops up as RAOUL SAYWER.

His employment history scrolls beneath the photo: Junior designer for House of Hall. Employment terminated October 6, 2007.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

"Sorry sweetheart," she grins softly at Alfred. "I'm here to take down the zombies. Maybe we'll talk endorsements later. Especially if you keep in mind that I'm here saving your ass and your line." She ducks another zombie and claws at a second. "You can watch all my grace and beauty as I do it, though."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Alfredo holds up his hands, apparently framing her. "You're inspiring me ... I foresee a new line of urban chic...."

Unbeknownst to the oblivious Hall, a trio of zombies is shambling behind him, heading for the eyesore sculpture.

[shock2yoursystm.livejournal.com]

"And you're not seeing the zombies." Static blasts them away.

"Pay attention. Zombie uprising happening now."

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

"Alfredo? Sweetie? There's this delightful new fabric that's come out, and it's available only in LA. I'm thinking you need to go there now, before Galatea Grant or the House of Tatou gets their grimy, unfashionable paws on them. And then, when you return, we'll discuss urban chic. Just promise me you won't hire Paige Monroe as your lead model." Mari's been fighting as she talks to the designer, switching from the powers of a cheetah, to an elephant, to a bee, and back now to the powers of an electric eel.

"It's the best way to go for a stunning, original new line."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

"But--" he begins to protest.

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

Huntress sighs. "Someone didn't waste any time getting payback."