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Post by Gorthank on Jul 26, 2010 4:19:40 GMT -5
Player: CCC
At the sound of the gunshot, Spangler dives to the side, rolls, and dives into a nearby alleyway. Out of sight of the direction the shot came from, he gets up and runs away, changing direction often to make himself hard to follow.
After a few minutes, he stops outside the sheriff's office, leaning against the doorframe and panting. From here, he can hear the song, but nonetheless... he considers his options. Then he stands up, straightens his jacket, turns around and walks away from the sheriff's office, into the hotel opposite.
"Hello." he says to the receptionist, with a friendly smile as he looks over the rack of keys. "I'm here to visit a friend of mine." He smiles again. "Room thirteen." he adds, randomly picking a room whose key is not on the rack.
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Lifon
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Post by Lifon on Jul 27, 2010 13:06:58 GMT -5
Gabriella whipped her head around as the distinct sound of a gunshot reached her ears. People began to panic, and though she looked around she couldn't see who had been shot or who had fired. Her hand reaches for the pistol barely concealed under her shirt, but she didn't draw it. She simply felt its comfortable grip in her hand, as if it were a talisman of some sort with the uncanny power to ward off evil.
Then, she heard a song, a very joyous tune. Her sudden caution, fear, and nerves vanished, replaced by a wondrous joy. She didn't know why she suddenly felt so happy, upon hearing the song, and she knew she shouldn't feel so joyful when there was fighting going on, but the urge to sing along with the tune was very strong. After a few moments, it became clear that whatever had happened was over. She assumed the sheriff had apprehended whoever started the fight. Or, at least, that's what she hoped. She knew she should feel more aware and cautious, but it was hard with that pleasant melody still ringing in her ears.
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 27, 2010 13:18:18 GMT -5
When Memmon had heard the gunshot, he didn't even bother to duck. He just looked around calmly, serene in the knowledge that he was very hard to kill.
Then he had heard the music. It made him feel good, as he rocked a little to it, but it soon faded away.
"Hey Gabrielle, I am going to get us a room, and a few supplies, meet me at the hotel in a couple hours?" he asked, smiling a bit from the song, as he started to look at another one of the stands.
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Lifon
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Post by Lifon on Jul 27, 2010 15:08:48 GMT -5
"Hmm?" She snapped out of thinking about the music, looking at Memmon. "I thought we were going to try to join the traders here...? It sounds like a good opportunity to make money and see some interesting things..."
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 27, 2010 15:52:28 GMT -5
"Well, if you are going to travel with me, I need to get you some supplies, and we can just meet at the hotel over there, the Western?" he said with a small smile, standing up straight and pointing at a rather tall building that loomed nearby. "After we get that, then we can join the traders, they are probably staying for at least a few hours more, if not for the night." Memmon shrugged.
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Post by Mikan on Jul 27, 2010 16:19:47 GMT -5
ooc: woah, too much stuff happening all at once. and Reid wasn't talking out loud.
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Reid's gaze turns upwards from his book to fall upon a woman, delicate and fair, with an artistic air about her, just like an angel in this wretched, desolate world. The book of prose, its leather binding tattered, its print grown pale and some pages gone, returns from his hand to the vendor. He bows his head low in greeting.
"Me, a poet? Ah, gran'eavens naw. Oi do, 'owever, enjoy a good auld read."
Removing the coarse sailcloth that cloaked his cart, he bared his work. The sun reflected light upon his weaponry, one sword he raised in hand, steel fed with sand burned black, the shimmer of its metal rose to meet the sun, in which light a carvèd dolphin swam.
"Dis is me trade. Wat aboyt yerself, fair lady?"
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Post by Lifon on Jul 27, 2010 19:36:16 GMT -5
"Alright then, that sounds alright." Gabriella said. "If you need any help trading, let me know. I've got some spare things I brought for trading... and I've done a fair amount of bartering in the port cities." She looked up at the large building he was pointing to. She guessed she did need a place to stay for the night, though she had been pondering the ground. A bed would be nice, though, if not completely necessary.
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 27, 2010 20:06:55 GMT -5
"Seeya in a hour then." Memmon said with a smile, and started to get back to bartering.
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Jul 27, 2010 21:01:32 GMT -5
"I'm a librarian." Nemu answers.
"My name is Kana." Kana says standing next to Nemu. "This sleepy head here is Nemu. She sleeps even in her dreams."
Nemu turns to Kana with a bit of dry wit. "Do you want to get hit?" She then says to Reid, "All of the books at the library we acquire them through trade so we never know what kind of books will arrive or when."
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by The Nobody on Jul 28, 2010 8:27:55 GMT -5
Player: ASTRID HOFFERSON
Now in a sitting position and having the clean shot through her shoulder bandaged Angel started to fell more and more uneasy about all those strange persons closing curiously to her. Fox was an person she knew so far, Lea at least was smaller and apparent weaker than herself so Angel did not mind her, however had observed her doings very closely with an pained face. However, more persons started sourrounding her, strangers, humans and mutants alike.
One of the tried to grab her feathers. She promptly reacted by pulling her wing very close to her. Wrapping them around her slender body like an coat above an coat. Should she make an run for it? She slowly stood back up, Fox was beside her. He assured that noone would get closer to her, adn she was thankful for it. But could he stop a dozen of strangers at once? She hoped it wouldn not come so far, she grabbed for her bow and grabbed an single arrow below her coat, but kept both hidden, for now. She needed an calm place if she wanted tp heal properly, that was for sure.
Unrest was still in the air after the shots, she could feel it. And curiousity. Normally she couldn't feel an other persons true emotions without touching him or her for several seconds. But when many persons were around and they all shared the same very strong emotion she could feel it. She felt curiousity in the crowd, curiousity, fear, uncertainity.
For now she totally forgot her bloodstained shirt, being cut half open.
Saj.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 28, 2010 18:50:07 GMT -5
Player: SINCLAIR
Her wound was bandaged over, and the girl trembled. Ever since they met, Fox took it upon himself to protect the wondrous being that was Angel. Shy and silent, she had an uncanny talent of not making the faintest noise when she moved. To him it always looked as if she was floating. Truly, she was an emissary from the gods.
Fox was now holding Betsy in his left hand by the forward handgrip, changing it into a makeshift club. He didn't have time to reload it, and it wouldn't have been of much use anyway. In his right he had a long knife, more akin to a short sword than anything else. The extra attack would be handy.
He was watching the thickening crowd wearily, looking for any openings. He wasn't particularly worried about himself, but Angel hated crowds and could panic any second. He couldn't blame her. She was a fragile, gentle creature. Crowds were violent and unpredictable, able to switch between blind panic and bloody range on the spot. A single combatant could be torn apart and stomped over in seconds, no matter how powerful and large it was. A single preacher could rouse the crowd to be an almost unstoppable killing machine. He had seen both human-sized mutants and huge behemoths torn to pieces by a rampaging mob. He needed to get her out of there, and fast.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 29, 2010 6:07:52 GMT -5
Player: CCC
Meanwhile, Spangler strolls along the corridor of the hotel. He completely ignores room thirteen, stopping instead outside the door of room five. It's locked, but his lockpicks take care of that quickly enough; he steps into the room and locks the door behind him. Then he walks over to the window and looks out.
He sees an alley, no-one visible. No sound of an angry mob. No sign of someone out for Spangler's blood.
Was I even the target for the original shot? I'm getting too jumpy. Definately time to move on.
He carefully drops into the alley and heads for a different part of the market. That move through the hotel should at least throw off anyone trying to track him.
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Post by The Nobody on Jul 29, 2010 14:30:37 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
Leo and Lea are also visibly panicking as the large group of people draw around them. Leo has his rifle up, visibly shaking, and Lea is clinging to him. They back towards Fox and Angel, and all of a sudden, Leo trips. Falling backwards, the back of his his head impacts a rock on the ground with a loud metallic noise. The crowd immediately goes silent. Lea crouches over her brother as he lays there, unslinging her already drawn-back crossbow and snapping a bolt into it.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 29, 2010 15:47:14 GMT -5
Player: Sinclair
The murmur of the crowd changed as music rose up into the air. A man began humming, several others started nodding to the rhythm. Within a short time more and more people were actively dancing. First slowly, then more energetically as the joyful mood spread.
The music wasn't loud enough for Fox to understand it. Nevertheless, he did register that something was happening on the edges of the group surrounding him and Angel. Slowly, the commotion spread. Suddenly a small boy holding a rifle tripped and fell, banging his head on a stone, producing a distinct metallic clang. The crowd fell silent in an instant. Taking an opportunity to look over his shoulder, Fox saw that the child was laying on the ground unmoving, probably unconscious. A girl, probably his sister, was standing above him with a crossbow cocked and ready. He decided it was a good time to make their escape.
"Can you walk?" he asked his companion. The girl nodded slowly and stood up. She wasn't moving though, looking at the two kids with worry in her eyes. Fox had once again wondered in admiration. Such a gentle creature. She wouldn't leave anyone in need. He moved over to the twins.
"How is he?" he asked the girl, keeping his eyes on the surrounding crowd. She didn't respond for a while. "can't hear him" she finally said, her voice breaking up.
"Can you..." Fox began, but stopped as there was no need to ask. Angel has already knelt beside the boy, using her good arm to pick him up and position over her shoulder, held in place by her hand. "Don't worry," she ascertained the girl in her soft, barely audible voice. "He'll be all right." Angel stood up slowly with visible difficulty. Fox nodded and smiled. Always sacrificing herself to help others, never complaining.
They began moving slowly through the crowd, Angel in the middle with Fox and Lea flanking her on both sides, weapons ready, eyes constantly scanning for any sign of trouble. It won't be long before the crowd would snap out of its stupor and turn on them. When that comes...
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Post by Benny the Bear on Jul 29, 2010 16:36:41 GMT -5
Yura's enthusiasm died down a bit as he noticed that his antics were getting not just Mirka angry, but their potential cohort as well, and he began to act more calm, starting with a silent handshake from Kawako.
He decided not to say more than he already had, not having good speech skills, nor understanding very well what people were saying to him either, and began walking to the back of the truck to finally get his smoke, but it would be cut short by some commotion.
Gunshots echoed through the streets, turning into sighs as people began to worry that shit may just have hit the fan, except for Yura, who didn't really give a crap, he just wanted some damn time on his own. What did, however, surprise him was the unclear figure of a man he caught in his sight as he turned around, but pretended not to see him so as not to draw suspicion.
Yura didn't know whether the man had stumbled upon them or if he was there to track the caravan, but he did know he was from "The Word", whom believed that Yura was dead; it was the last bunch he would want to get mixed up with again.
At the thunk and grating sound made by Edwin as he leaned on the truck, Yura snapped back from his thoughts on what their next move should be. "Hey" Yura said, turning to Edwin and then continued as he turned to Mirka as well "Guys, I sink zat ve vill not vait to closink for ze rynok, ve shood go soon, or now even..."
Finally, to put a topping of weirdness on the situation, Yura caught ear of hip gospel sounding through the market, which oddly made some of the people happy enough to pass for having a questionable orientation, except for Yura, who had absolutely no taste for music or singing that was anything other than opera, and made him feel quite uncomfortable. "Da, ve defeenitly shood live zis city, anysing good does not vait for us here."
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