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Post by The Nobody on Aug 31, 2010 10:46:49 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
Leo and Lea look at Rico, then back at the medicine and cool water he'd brought. The two of them smile their creepy little smiles. "We are grateful." they say in unison. "And we hope that your...""...life is long and profitable." They then said, Lea first. Lea looks over at Leo, and then passes him the teddy bear. Leo takes it and tucks it into his pack-strap. This happens with the perfect unison of shifting something from one hand to another. Lea then hangs the waterskin at her side carefully. Then, they look at Kawako, flashing thoughts back at one another, then at Angel, then at Fox, and back at Rico. More thoughts flash quickly between their conjoined minds. Leo nods ant takes one of the bags, handing the other to his sister, and they both, in perfect unison, sling the bags onto their packs. They wait cautiously until Rico seems distracted by a small urchin darting away from a stand with a freshly-stolen loaf of bread before speaking to Fox about their possible deal. "We are good trackers...""...and very good shots. We're good scouts...""...and decent scavengers. And we heard of a place...""...that may be worth your time." Rico chooses that time to return to them, panting for breath. He'd kept up well, but the urchin had eventually given him the slip.
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Post by The Nobody on Sept 2, 2010 9:27:16 GMT -5
Player: ARIK
"That's odd." Remaining in close proximity to the clinic, Hikaru saw the diversion. She turns to Hikari. "There are two homes for mutants in this city. . . ." Hikaru did not finish what she was saying. She runs to Sergeant Rico. "Sergeant, there is a 92.857% probability the kid you chaced was used as a diversion. Unless he is a mutant with the ability of speed, any kid who is desperate enough to steal bread would not have the energy to outrun you."
"Have you seen this kid before?" Rico asked.
"Facial recognition does not confirm him as a known resident of Charlton."
Rico gets on the radio. "Deputy Chaffer, this is Rico. Over."
"Chaffer here. What's your status? Over."
"I'm in front of the clinic in the market district. A small kid stole a loaf of bread from a stand and got away. Professor Hikaru Pointer, who witnessed the incident, calculated a high probability that he was used as some sort of diversion. The human computer could not confirm him as a resident of Charlton. Over."
"Is the Professor still with you? Over."
"Yes, she is. Over."
"Good. You and the Professor need to keep a look out for any possible reason why a kid would be used as a diversion. I'll be available soon. Chaffer out."
OOC: I have no plot at this time. Guukan inspired an idea and hopefully this would inspire the next writer.
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Oct 10, 2010 17:26:14 GMT -5
Sergeant Rico is back on the radio. "Deputy Chaffer, this is Rico. Over."
"Rico. Any sign of a diversion? Over?"
"Negative. It may have simply been petty theft after all. Over."
"Keep me posted if anything changes. Chaffer out."
Rico turns to the professor. "Stay vigilant."
"Yes sir."
Hikari hears her friends calling.
"I need to go, Professor." Hikari says.
"My colleagues and I need to be going as well. I will see you tomorrow."
Hikari rejoins her friends and they head back to the abandoned school while Professor Pointer and her colleagues deliver the machine which they just bought to the university.
The sun was setting as Chihiro and her friends were walking back home. It was dark by the time they reached the old brick building which has a clock above the entrance. Chihiro removes her sandals as she enters their home which is the custom in the country she is from.
Next to the front entrance is a bulletin board and on the other side of the bulletin board are rows of hooks and hanging from the hooks are name plates. Each plate has a designated hook. Some of the name plates are in red, the others are in white. Red shows that the resident is away and white means they are there.
As Chihiro and her friends pass by the hooks, they remove their name plate, with letters in red, turn it over to the white side and place it back on its hook.
Still in the entrance hall, Chihiro goes to a locker and places her sandals inside.
They walk in the lunch room which, on the walls, are paintings all done by Reki, a resident who is no longer with them.
Chihiro takes her seat next to Hanna, a seven-year-old rabbit girl who is as cute as she can be. The high-level Biopathy rabbit has beige fur, brown hair, brown eyes and is wearing a violet dress.
For dinner, Hanna is having fresh vegetables which she grows in the garden and the cat girl is having raw fish . . . sushi.
After dinner, Chihiro removes her chew toy from her purse and gnaws on it.
Note: This is a collaborative work between myself and Arik.
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by Gorthank on Oct 11, 2010 4:17:52 GMT -5
Player: SINCLAIR
Fox nodded. Information was always a valuable commodity, regardless of era. The real value of it could be assessed later when they were safe back at the inn. It also looked like he will have trouble selling anything after the incident.
They walked along the side of the road. Fox wanted to attract no more attention although he also didn't trust the side alleys. Not any more. Fortunately the masses gathered near the town center and along the market street were quieting down, still in a joyful mood after the priest's sing-along. Nobody paid them heed.
Roach sputtered and shook her head when they approached. She was happy to see her master back, but worried about his companion and their company. At last that's what Fox would have said. He patted her on the side of the neck before pushing the inn's door. Once inside, they immediately made their way upstairs.
Fox closed and locked the door, and took place to the side of them, cross-legged, Betsy loaded and secured on his lap. He made sure he had Long Fang close at hand in case someone decided to break through the door. Angel sat on her bed, absent-mindedly stroking her bandages. The twins took a seat on the floor under the window.
Awkward silence lasted a few minutes. "We want..." "...to travel with you." they finally said in their characteristic divided pattern. Lea looked at her brother, who returned the glance. "We also want you..." he began, "...to say you're our parents." Lea finished. This time it was Fox's turn to exchange glances with Angel. "In exchange we'll tell you..." the twins continued, "... about a place of interest. "We heard that many rare machines can be found there." They finish in unison.
"Where did you get the information you are selling?" It was an obvious question, like the next one. "Do you know how to get there?" Fox was assured that the info is very reliable, coming from a merchant caravan, and that they knew the way. The next one made the twins exchange glances again.
"Why do you ask such a thing of us?"
The two of them fired their nervous conjectures between their linked brains before deciding how it would be best to answer... truthfully. "We don't wish...""...to attract attention. Should we travel together...""...some people will ask. And more than once...""...people demanded our adoption. This untruth saves us all..."...many hassles in our venture."
Fox looked sternly at them and shook his head. "You can travel with us. But you are not my son nor daughter." The twins exchanged a long glance before finally speaking again. "This has to suffice. We accept." They say in perfect unison.
"But we do hope..." "...that you will reconsider."
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Post by The Nobody on Oct 12, 2010 13:06:22 GMT -5
Meet a new player, genlemen
GREYHOUND BUS
It was a long, long flight flyin at near tree top level from the East Coast. A few times he had to deviate from his planned path due to either extreme conditions or some dummy proving to be able to shoot down a plane. He'd come back for a couple strafing runs to scare them before continuing on. He'd curse himself later on since those minor strafing runs burned much needed fuel and ammo.
He would be approaching Charleston at nearly 450mph, flying right on the deck.....some 60 feet above the ground. A dust wake would mark his path as the wake turbulence from the high speed, twin engined prop plane disturbing the air stirred the ground. Most of the ground in this area was flat, permitting low level, high speed flight. He reached over, grabbing up a pair of high powered binoculars, slipping his gold tinted sunglasses down to peer into the binoculars. Scanning the area infront of him, he sighed, re-checking the large, Aviation Sectional Map which was both an ole skool way of navigating and now, the only way. GPS would be easier.....if the satellites worked. Or maybe they do work and he just didnt have the right equipment to pic up their signals. Giving the map a once over, he went back to his binoculars out the side window. "There we go....found it. Jus ah smidgen off.....made some time though". Stowing the binoculars back into its holster behind the center console, he reached up to flick off the auto pilot, left hand on the control yoke (The steering wheel basically) as he right hand gripped the throttles gently. He'd pull the throttles back slightly as he tore over the settlement, eyes cast downwards to give a look at the place he'll be working with. From the ground, one would look up to see a black, twin engined, piston powered prop plane buzzing over, its sound a cross between a muscle car and a low, jet like whining howl.
"Looks like they're controlled........ill give'em ah hail an see whats what" He reached over, grabbing a set of headphones hanging off the center console and flicked a switch on the side of them. He'd adjust the radio and keyed up the mic.
"Charleston Control, Challenger 01 requestin landin permission fer cargo exchange"
There was a delay before the pilot received the reply.
"Challenger 01, this is Charleston Control. Uh... Welcome to our skies..." That was a standard greeting for the Zeppelins. Obviously, a plane wasn't something that locals met often and woe and behold, a plane's here now. "What's your cargo, Challenger, and how much runway do you need for landing?"
"Eh..cargo's ah load ah car parts fer......some Ford Crown Vics. An some assorted can goods an what not. Dun need much space really.....bout 2000 feet'll be fine mate!" Silence over the airwaves as Max circled a few miles out, waiting for clearance.
"Wait till we assign you the runway here. Not everyday we get fast flying planes" More silence before the tower keyed up again "Challenger 01, cleared to land, Runway 06, we will send someone to meet you"
"Cleared ta land, Runway Oh Six....gotcha!"
And with that clearance, Max maneuvered the twin prop in on final approach. He'd scan the instruments, give a final check on his approach speed and settle in on an imaginary glide slope. The landing would he smooth and quick. As soon as the back wheels touched ground, side mounted air brake panels hinged out. He'd go full prop reverse and open the throttles, slowing the plane down fairly quickly without using the wheels brakes. The sound of two bored out Hemi 440s were heard singing their song as they went full power for thrust reverse. It only lasted for about 3 to 5 seconds before he'd cut the throttle, pulling off the runway to taxi over to parking spot out of the way. Upon coming to a stop, he'd lock the park brakes and cut the engines, shutting down the electrical system before climbing out of the captain's seat. He'd holster his SiG P229 and cover it with his baggy black shirt before opening the side cargo door, waiting there for the security customs guys to clear his cargo for unloading.
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Post by The Nobody on Oct 12, 2010 13:07:08 GMT -5
"Okay, motor oil..." - The Customs Officer made a mark in his notebook - "And these barrels?"
"Transmission fluid" - Max replied.
"Right. Looks like that's all of them. Let me total this." - The officer sat down and began scribbling in his papers.
The amount of customs tax depends on the price of the goods. Some of the parts that Max carried were never sold on the markets of Charleston. This means that they had no set price. The Customs Officer had to improvise.
"Twenty five gold Swiss." - Was the conclusion
"HOW MUCH!?" - Max exploded. - "Are you trying to rob me!?"
"See for yourself - all your goods are in high demand. There are caravans from all around, many of them motorized. You're going to sell this for eight times as much - at the least."
"Yeah, and then I spend it all on space parts and fuel! Where do I get all this gold, anyway?"
"Well..." - The Customs Officer rubbed his chin, - "The city has some cars. If you supply some parts to the city, it will count towards the tax. We can try to wriggle out a discount for mechanics or spare parts."
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Post by The Nobody on Oct 12, 2010 13:08:28 GMT -5
GREYHOUND BUS
"Fine" Max grumbled, shaking hands with the Officer agreeing to the deal for the motor oil and transmission fluid. The rest of his cargo, which was assorted autoparts, starter motors, alternators, a few car batteries, various accessory belts, A/C compressors, power steering pumps and 4 crates full of freon. Apparently, the customs agent knew nothing of freon and its uses. He'd be give'in the address to the garage, a recommended Inn and a bar next to it. Max would recheck his aircraft, locking it up before proceeding into town.
Wearing a pair of silver tinted reflective sunglasses, a baseball cap worn backwards with a pair of cargo pocketed black jeans and matching t-shirt, Max quietly strolled down the street. A hiking type backpack was strapped to his back. His baggy shirt concealed the 40 cal automatic pistol holstered to his side for self protection. Hidden amongst the bulk of his backpack would be a polished silver Ninjato, resting in its sheath used for close in encounters where silence was needed. He decided to get a room first and headed straight for the Inn he was directed too. All he wanted now was a good shower and a little rest from his long flight.
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Post by The Nobody on Oct 17, 2010 8:47:20 GMT -5
[GM says]So, folks, time for the timeskip. After this post, current time for the RP is Day 1, Evening. Small update on the players and chars, in order of appearance: Outdoorsman could not join; Two parties were formed, Yura's Traders and Fox et al. THE ENEMY, character Memmon Changes the character. Memmon stays in the city with Gabriella, for some reason or other. LIFON, Gabriella Leaves the game. Gabriella stays in the city with Memmon, for some reason or other. SINCLAIR, Grey Fox Stays in the city, Golden Zeppelin tavern, together with Angel and the Twins. JEANETTE ISABELLE, Chihiro Ogino Stays in the city. Formally hasn't met either party. There were talks of adding another character, which would happen later. GUUKAN KITSUNE, twins Leo and Lea Stay in the city, Golden Zeppelin tavern, together with Angel and Fox. CCC, Albert Spangler Joins Yura's Traders, stays with them. ASTRID HOFFERSON, Angel Stays in the city, Golden Zeppelin tavern, together with Fox and the Twins. BENNY THE BEAR, Yura Zhirkov Leads Yura's Traders heading West. Current location uncertain. SHANI, Mirka Cínieska Leads Yura's Traders heading West. Current location uncertain. JESSITO, Edwin Stays with Yura's Traders. VAP, Kawako Joins Yura's Traders, stays with them. MIKAN, Reid Gobain Inactive, could not contact. Somewhere around the city. Formally hasn't met either party. MARKWARD, Nathaniel Reeves Somewhere around the city. Formally hasn't met either party. ARIK, Deputy Arik Pointer and Hikaru Pointer Around the city, on their respective workplaces. GREYHOUND BUS, Maximus Carrington A hotel nearest to the airport. Formally hasn't met either party. ICHIGO, Klo'ee Izek LIME, Pandora Xiong TROPICO, Mastiff Balaclad’rr All are waiting, will join on Day 2 or later. THE ENEMY's new characters and three more players will be introduced on Day 2. [/GM says] Golden Zeppelin tavern, first floor.- And the Lord said, "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread". This commandment I fullfilled today, to the best of my... *burp* ... Pardon. The old priest put away the plate and wiped his forehead. The innkeeper's wife shook her head. - Padre, you work like a horse. I wondered first if it's divine strenght or something, but I see now that you eat like a horse, too. Padre laughed, from the bottom of his heart. - But isn't it a blessing from the God, - he said, - being able to eat that much? Because to eat food that nice is sure a blessing. The woman rolled her eyes, but enjoyed the compliment anyway. - Actually, I don't care, - She said. - You smell better then a horse, and clean after yourself. It's fair to give you a meal. - Let me play some music, then, - The priest laughed again, - To earn the dessert. - Oh, it's fine. I honour King Elvis, so the dessert is free. - The woman actually smiled this time. - But you can play anyway. - Thank you. Padre stood up and bowed. Tied his brown robes and picked up the large cross which leaned agains the bar. When the old man slung it across the shoulder, it made a clinking sound. Taking his walking stick, the priest approached an old piano that stood on a small podium. It was well kept, but slightly off-tune. Soon, the hall was filled with the sounds of Moonlight Sonata.
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Post by The Nobody on Oct 17, 2010 14:50:21 GMT -5
Player: ARIK
It was evening when Professor Pointer and her colleagues arrive at the university to unload the antique computer terminal. The horse-draw wagon was backed up to the loading bay and the teletypewriter was delivered to the computer lab with the use of a dolly.
The computer lab was a hodgepodge of computers of different platforms, some of which are jerry-rigged, electronic devices converted into computers and the homemade computer which is nearly complete.
It was already late. They will hook up the teletypewriter to the relay switch computer tomorrow. Mr. Gardener went to attend to the horse-drawn wagon.
Darkness fell as Professor Pointer waited by a street light. A Crown Victoria Police Intercepter pulls up and an old cowboy gets out and goes over to the professor and tips his hat. "Howdy ma'am. I don't suppose you have seen a little lady of an Asian persuasion wanting to have dinner at the Sundown Saloon?"
Hikaru chuckles. "Right here, Deputy."
"Well, shut my mouth. There you are." Deputy Pointer opens the front passenger's door for his little darling. "If you would be so kind to step right in this here carriage and we will be on our way."
"With pleasure, good sir who is here to protect and to serve."
Deputy Pointer drops off the Crown Vic at the station and the two of them walks to a little out-of-the-way place called the Sundown Saloon. As the name suggests, it is an establishment with a western theme.
As they walk in, the deputy hangs his hat on the rack near the door.
"Well, if it isn't the Professor and the Deputy. Where are the rest of the castaways?" A waitress asks.
"Good evening, Kim." Arik replies.
"Sit where you like. We still have no beef."
Arik and Hikaru take a seat.
"I will have the fish basket but with hush puppies instead of fries." Arik says.
"What will you have?" Kim asks Hikaru.
"I'll have the country baked fish dinner."
Kim goes to the kitchen. "Fish and chips, hold the chips and trow in some puppies, country fish dinner and some sarsaparilla Juice."
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Oct 28, 2010 10:42:57 GMT -5
After dinner, Chihiro retires to her bedroom. In what was once a class room, Chihiro removes from her purse the music box which she bought at the market and walks to where she keeps her two other music boxes. The box which she bought that afternoon is damaged but it still plays music. She rearranges space and places her newly acquired music box next to one which is old but still in good shape. Next to that one is a music box in mint condition. Despite its condition, it does not look out of place in a room of mostly discarded items. It is not big and it, along with the other music boxes, is out of the way. On her window sill are ceramic frogs and their little village. Next to the frog village is an antique cigarette lighter. Both of these had belonged to former residents of the old school who, as they say in their religion, have taken their day of flight. At the foot of her bed are two items. One is a cedar chest which has seen better days but it still does what it was designed to do, protect the contents inside. Next to the beat-up chest is something which does look out of place: a handcrafted cat curio. The lifelike cat is standing on his hind legs and is wearing a tuxedo with matching top hat, white gloves and a walking stick. "Hello, Baron." Chihiro says to the curio. Chihiro gathers up needed items to take a shower and get dressed for bed. She picks up a bottle of horse shampoo and notices it is almost empty. "Oh, rats. I just spent the last of my money on the music box. How am I supposed to get more shampoo now?" In the girls' shower room in the school gymnasium, Chihiro uses the last of her shampoo. After her shower she gets into her bed clothes and returns to her bedroom. Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by Gorthank on Oct 28, 2010 12:37:27 GMT -5
Players: THE NOBODY, SINCLAIR, ASTRID HOFFERSON, GUUKAN KITSUNE
At the appointed time there was a knock at the Fox's room. He stood up slowly, making sure the twins remained in his line of sight, positioned imself sideways at the knob side of the door and unlocked them.
Opening them slightly he saw a man close to forty, slightly taller than himself, with a small beer-belly, and a long mustache on his tan face. The man was dressed as any other City Guard, but had a golden star on his chest, saying "Sheriff". One more thing that Fox noted immediately was a evolver with a strange zig-zag pattern on the drum.
Instead of a greeting, he took off his holster, gun still inside, and handled it to Fox, who promptly took them, still holding Betsy pointed at the man. "May I come in?"
Fox nodded and took a step back from the door, interposing himself between Angel and the rest of the gathering.
"So. I'm Sheriff Webley" - Said the man, when the door was closed behind him. "I'd like to talk about the... What happened on the market today."
Fox slightly but visibly tightened his grip on Betsy, still aimed at the man's chest. His face remained expressionless.
"I want you to know that the City doesn't approve of that shooter and his sort. People are people, no matter how they look, that's by what we stand. I suppose you may have seen the orphanage we have here. For mutant kids. Even some of the prominent citizens are mutant. So far we managed to keep the Purists at bay. That was the first time there was shooting within the city." The Sheriff paused and wiped his hands on a handkerchief. "So, on behalf of the Charleton City, I offer a formal apology. We can pay for this room as long as you're in town".
Fox nodded and sat next to Angel on her bed. The twins occupied the opposite one, with the newcomer still standing near the door. After deciding he unnerved the sheriff enough, he glanced at Angel, silently asking for her opinion before he spoke. "We accept your apology. I will assume justice was dealt."
"Good. Say... Are you a Mechanist?" Asked Webley. That was pretty obvious, though, seeing all the mechanical parts, small gears and cogs that Fox wore as a necklace. "We might have something that would interest you."
His face remained still, but a spark of interest lit up in Fox's eyes. "Speak. I will judge the value of your information." The twins have already told him they had information about a 'place of interest'. If it was the same one, the value of this data has just increased considerably.
"The Ol' Dallas to the North... There were rumors of a Shrine of Cog out there. We have a message for them, but no-one to carry it."
"You want us to be your messengers." Fox stated. "Is that the place you talked about?" he asked the twins.
Leo and Lea look at one another, and speak in unison. "If this place is to the north, it may be possible."
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Oct 29, 2010 13:21:42 GMT -5
During dinner Hikaru was unusually quiet.
"What's wrong?" Arik asked.
"Do you remember the train wreck on April 7?"
"Was it April 7? I can't remember. Anyway, why do you ask?"
"One of the residents at the home for mutants was run over by the train. It was ruled as a suicide."
"That's right. Did you know her?"
Hikaru shook her head. "The only two I know is the young lady who works at the library and Hikari." Arik looks at his wife and she continues. "Why would someone allegedly commit suicide?"
"Allegedly? Why bring this up now?"
"Eighteen days before the train wreck, there was another girl who had taken her day of flight. She disappeared into the western woods and never came back." Hikaru pauses as she comes up with an idea. "Since Hikari attends the university, could we swing by the home to pick her up before you drop me off? It would give me a chance to take a quick look inside."
"Sure." Arik pauses. "Do you think there is a connection?"
Note: This is a collaborative work between myself and Arik.
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by The Nobody on Nov 8, 2010 6:39:56 GMT -5
Player: ARIKAfter dinner, Arik and Hikaru walked three blocks from the Sundown Saloon to their Victorian style town house. Arik removes his hat as they walk in and he hangs on the hat rack next to the door. They walk straight to their bedroom where Hikaru keeps her collection of handmade dolls by the Japanese doll maker, Rozen: Suigintou, Kanaria, Suiseiseki, Souseiseki, Shinku and Hinaichigo. She had bought these dolls more than forty years ago, which were quite expensive at that time, when she lived very well as a computer engineer. What the human computer did not have in her database is that there are seven dolls in the series, not six. For being nearly antiques, the dolls are well preserved. After each of them have taken their respective baths (something this married couple has not done together in years), Hikaru made some tea. As they were having tea, Arik was giving Hikaru a foot massage. All computers, even human computers, require maintenance. Years ago, as part of his job, Arik would maintain computers. That was a task he enjoyed doing. Now he maintains a human computer, something which he enjoys even more.
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Post by Shani on Jan 19, 2011 8:27:23 GMT -5
((OOC: So sorry it took this long for our post, been sick, busy, etc DX but here it is; Yura used with permission))
IC: Somewhere on the outskirts of the settlement, there was a man, a woman, their dog, and a parrot... and Spangler. Selling off their hot merchandise for "washed" money, they decided to crash at a local diner-turned-hotel, in the Western peripherals of the city, near the lake - but don't worry, it's definitely not functional as a diner anymore. That night, after emptying the last of a six-pack of... something, Yura kicked in the door to their room, and announced in a drunk, exasperated manner, "Can you beleef zis is ze only dermo zey got here?" He then belched, "But I dreenk eet enyvay!" He gazed around the room. "Aren't ve too shirt? I meen--short by two?"
A boot flew into Yura's face from Mirka's direction. "How dare you leave me alone here with these freaks," she said, disregarding the fact that all the others were in the very same room. The room was small for the amount of people in it and Mirka was sitting on the edge of one of the only two beds available in their number, besides which there was only an old dresser, which had all of its knobs missing, and a table lamp with a broken switch standing on top of it. "Anyway, those two are gone," she said. "Mirka, vy you do zis?" Yura asked disappointedy, knowing well that it was probably something she said that offended Memmon and Gabriella.
"What? I just told them to get their own room and not pÌchat in front of us. Even now there isn't enough space here for all of us here. Why did we have to leave the center and go to this ghetto instead? The lakomci here won't buy anything for more than 114%." Yura didn't want to mention that the reason they were staying in the worse part of town was due to him having seen Nathaniel, so he didn't say anything. He rubbed his head, sighed, and finally said, "I'll sleep in ze track." "I can sleep in the truck!" Mirka volunteered, raising her hand. "No, I sleep in track. You get to better know our bratiev."
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Post by The Nobody on Feb 3, 2011 14:54:37 GMT -5
Player: CCC
"Oh, come now." says Spangler, shuffling a deck of cards. "Of course people don't pay much. Your approach is all wrong."
He riffles the cards again. "You're trying to sell goods. Which means you first have to buy the goods. No, if you want to make serious income, you need to sell a show."
One more shuffle of the cards. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
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