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| Topic Started: Sep 28 2013, 12:35 AM (10,631 Views) | |
| biffcalhoon | Sep 28 2013, 12:35 AM Post #1 |
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Captain Eli, Carrie , and Monte have completed their first delivery and with their first real payday as a crew there is a sense of accomplishment with how clean they pulled the job off. Having just been in a massive brawl involving six thugs Africa, the newcomer, and Kenji have saved the Companion Daiyu. With the crew reunited after such fast escalating action and the local sheriff taking custody of the brutes crew and newcomers alike take to the Rooster Saloon to rejoice and celebrate. For some this isn't a chance meeting. |
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| Tojoyama | Sep 28 2013, 01:09 AM Post #2 |
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Africa Chamberlain returned to the bar where her barely touched bourbon and tea remained. As she contemplated her pride in having impressed the crew she reached for her humility. While she pushed this contest to a lower level of consciousness Africa the woman returned to the present. The now. And sipped very slightly the bourbon, then the tea. She turned to the man she had mimiced in this ceremonial drinking method and smiled. Nodded that it did indeed seem to bring a very pleasing taste. Then she looked for Monte. Monte that had held her hand after shopping. They'd been busy on the ship, getting to know her; new to them all. Carrie found her chores, which she relished. Africa Chamberlain had no fear of idle hands, but found the work on the ship to be very rejuvinating. But now they were completed with some business. This is the 'letting the hair' down time. She didn't know much about that. Others in the tavern seemed as ill at ease in finding a way to let go and relax. They drank. Africa drank, a larger bite of the bourbon and the tea. This warmed. Her body felt the slight change, the alcohol making a very slight affect. She drank again. Watched. Listened to the others. When it came time, she bought a round. She was on her second bourbon and tea now. Maybe Monte would like to do more than hold her hand.
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| MacTrom | Sep 28 2013, 03:46 AM Post #3 |
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Monte entered the bar and shook his head at the previous events. He checked his holsters to ensure the guns were buckled down. No need to have them slip out embarrassingly at inopportune moments. He watched as Africa made her way to the counter and gather what he presumed was her previous drink. He walked slowly over to the stool behind her's and waved the 'tender over. "Scotch and soda. and a refill for the lady." He let the distance between them close as he half straddled the bar stool, his left side brushing against her back. After his drink had arrived, he took a few measured sips before sliding his left hand along her shoulder and stopping at the small at the back of her neck. With a gentle touch, he began kneading the knot there. "Tensions building, love? Can I help?" |
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| Daiyu | Sep 28 2013, 05:43 AM Post #4 |
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It had all been like a blur for Daiyu. One minute she was enjoying the company of some well-mannered local, and the next she was being drug from the hotel and into some dark alley. While she was used to dealing with stares and calls, men actually attempting to just force themselves upon her was something she wasn't 'quite' so accustomed too. Most folk were respectful enough not to try anything like that, but she did imagine there had been previous instances of it -- why else would they teach the girls Martial arts in the academy? Not that all that training had done her any good; there were six, rather unruly gentlemen that had accosted her. She didn't seem to recall much of the details, not that they mattered. The woman had endured the ordeal in more a state of shock then anything. Knowing how to beat a man down does one very little good when they freeze up like she did. The least the Companion could do to repay her plucky band of rescuers was to inform the local law what had happened. It didn't take much convincing for the Sheriff to decide who was wrong and who was right. Even if she was just considered a whore by some folk, a Companion's word was definitely worth a slight bit more when levied against that of the village idiot that had accosted her. But for Daiyu it was a learning experience. Avoid the world's that weren't exactly civilization in the strictest sense; or at least make sure to run with a group of good folks if you have to. Following the throwdown in the alley, Daiyu didn't particularly feel safe at the hotel anymore and Clarence, for whatever good of a person he was, didn't exactly offer any sense of security to the companion. On the bright side, her plucky rescuers hadn't tried to cop a feel of her between taking the thugs out and the law arriving so Daiyu decided to make the most logical choice present to her -- she followed them to the saloon. She had no reason to distrust these people, and even if the saloon wasn't exactly 'her' kind of scene, she felt a right spot safer there then she did anywhere else on that godforsaken moon, which she had become increasingly desperate to part ways with. She didn't know what to say or how to even approach any of them, she just gave a little smile and a timid "Thanks." Before she shuffled to one side and sat down. Her clothing hadn't fared well during the assault, and she seemed particularly distraught about that. There was scuffing, dirt, and some tears in the sleeves from where they had grabbed her and drug her out. The struggle had been particularly violent, and she was almost positive she'd managed to kick one of them in the ground. There was an annoyed sigh, followed by a little curse murmured just barely beneath her breath as the sound of fabric ripping filled the bar even more. There would be no salvaging this dress, so the Companion saw no point really in wandering around with torn fabric dangling from her arms. Instead, she simply ripped the sleeves off of the dress before bunching the fabric into a ball. "...Well that was money well spent." She thought, frowning a tad as she looked at the ball of fabric in her hands now. |
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Qing qing zi jin, you you wo xin. Zong wo bu wang, zi zhu bu si yin? Qing qing zi pei, you you wo si. Zong wo bu wang, zi zhu bu lai? Tiao xi da xi, zai cheng que xi, Yi ri bu jian, ru san yue xi. | |
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| PMD14 | Sep 28 2013, 09:38 AM Post #5 |
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"Seriously... like, five minutes, Carrie." Eli was still by the door, watching Lupin and the other new face dust themselves off after the brawl. He was amused - only after realising that none of his own had been on the losing side of the little tussle - but kept a stern Captain-ain't-impressed face on as he spoke to Carrie. "What could you have possibly done to get into trouble this fast?" The question was then directed to Lupin, though Eli's eyes seemed to keep returning to the other young man who had been involved in the incident. The Captain felt a stroke of nostalgia, of de ja vu, but the origins of it were too hard to pinpoint. Just one of those faces, maybe. He reached Lupin, still looking around at the mess that had been made, and gave him a pat on the arm and a soft smile. "You're all good, yeah?" AS he spoke the Captain's eyes moved to the young lady now seated a few seats away from them - the cause of the commotion, he figured. By the way she was dressed, the picture of what had happened here started to form up in his mind, and the smile was soon gone. |
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| Daiyu | Sep 28 2013, 11:40 AM Post #6 |
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When she saw the disapproving look the man had given, she'd actually felt a twinge of regret. It didn't seem that he was all too pleased that there had been a fuss, and the fact that she was the center of the fuss had apparently become apparent to him as his eyes hand landed squarely on her. "You're all good, yeah?" The man asked, the voice drawing Daiyu from the half-daze she had been in. For the first time in a long while she wasn't feeling overly confident, a fact made apparent by her brief reluctance to establish any form of eye contact. She just stared at the tattered fabric for a bit longer before she looked up. Just like that any sign of distress or emotion swept from her features and the girl instead offered a polite smile. "I am alot better than I would have been had your friends not showed up, I daresay." Her head dipped down, the girl placing the wadded up fabric that had once been the sleeves to her dress aside as she gave a polite little bow to the man. "You all have my gratitude, mister...?" Just like that her mask was back on and she was as composed as could be on the outside. On the inside, however, she was still a bit shaken up. But they needn't know that, no sense worrying those fine folk. |
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Qing qing zi jin, you you wo xin. Zong wo bu wang, zi zhu bu si yin? Qing qing zi pei, you you wo si. Zong wo bu wang, zi zhu bu lai? Tiao xi da xi, zai cheng que xi, Yi ri bu jian, ru san yue xi. | |
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| PMD14 | Sep 28 2013, 02:28 PM Post #7 |
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Eli gave a reassured nod and took a deep breath, the slight rush of adrenaline that had welled up after hearing the gunshot finally subsiding. He stepped aside, tapping Arsene on the shoulder. "Mister Elijah Harmon, miss. Eli. But I think this is where your gratitude should find its home, with Mister Lupin here." He smiled, nodding his head as if in approval of Lupin's actions. Eli caught himself again staring across at the other unfamiliar face, the younger man who'd clearly been involved in the conflict. Who the hell is it, damn it? It was starting to get on the Captain's nerves now, the uncertainty of what that face meant to him. All he could do was muster a blank. "I'm glad mine could be of help, ma'am." He nodded to Monte and Africa where they'd taken a position by the bar - Eli quickly checking over Chamberlain to make sure there wasn't some wound he'd missed - and then gave a nod over his shoulder to Carrie. "If you'll excuse me, ma'am. Arsene. I think it's time for that drink." He started for the bar, reaching inside his jacket for some credits as he beelined for where Monte and Africa were standing. Half way across the room he was bound to pass Kenji, the unknown face in the crowd he'd yet to hear anything about. He locked eyes with the man passing by, a quick nod and nothing more. Still a blank. It left him on edge, though, and the Captain forced a smile as he walked up to where Monte and Africa were sitting. Turning, getting Carrie's attention from across the room, Eli gestured for a 'do you want a drink?', though he was going to be buying her one no matter the response. They'd all more than earned it, it seemed. |
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| Ahroro_Deltori | Sep 28 2013, 06:01 PM Post #8 |
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Kenji sat at the far end of the bar away from the crew of the Reyne, relishing the scuffle the three were involved in. His mind was now on the matter at hand "Captain Elijah Harmon" he mused as he brought a glass of bourbon to his lips, the hearty aroma filling his nostrils. "Why does that name sound familiar...?" He shook his head and thought about the slip of paper in his breast pocket. It was on the scrap, but that's not where he knew the name. His head hurt at the very thought, the knowledge lingered just out of reach, behind the barrier of amnesia, he knew the name. He shook his head brow furrowed in thought. He hastily downed the glass of firewater, the slight burn bringing him back to the present. The young mercenary cast a glance over his shoulder at the six, one by one he sized them up. He caught the captains glance and he held it, as if for a moment everything was clear. He managed to stop frowning long enough to give the man a nod. The freelancer felt the familiar burn in his chest. The pain in his hand lessened with every shot that he downed, one by one. Things became more clear cut for him under the influence, his body running on pure instinct as he downed another shot. His viridescent gaze danced over his mangled hand, the blood soaked fabric dried and clung to his knuckles. Kenji remained silent, his ears picking up snippets of conversation. He paid them no mind. He could feel his temple start to swell, the pressure allowed him to feel his pulse. The freelancers thin lips curled up in a smug smile as he finished another soothing dose of the tonic. "All in a days work..." he mumbled under his breath, the taste of the liquor still on his tongue. Kenji's thoughts turned to his recent spoils, the asp in his coat pocket, the handgun still in his belt. |
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| Tojoyama | Sep 30 2013, 10:39 AM Post #9 |
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"Tensions building love? Can I help?" Monte had moved close, up against her. Another drink was ordered. She was thinking about asking how the job had worked out. Then his hand was on the back of her neck. Was she tense? no. she hadn't thought so, but now... The Captain had entered, there was a curiosity on his face as to what had transpired. Perhaps she should explain... "No., I mean yes." Trying to answer both question; Africa leaned into Monte's hand ever so slightly. "There was some trouble." she flushed a little; the alcohol or the touch of his fingers? Her eyes narrowed, taking in the tavern with changed senses. The fight, the drink and now the man. It was a good place to be, the moment was good. Chamberlain smiled happily. |
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| MacTrom | Oct 1 2013, 12:35 PM Post #10 |
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Monte continued with a conversational town, keeping his attention on Africa. "Delivery went without a hitch. Payment made and the Captain was pleased. " He hitched his belt as he shifted on the edge of the barstool. "Depending on what the next job is, we should be good at least for the time being. Little bit extra bonus as well. " He nodded at the other man at the far end of the bar. "So... a bit of a scuffle, huh? Any idea who the boy is? " |
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| Lupin | Oct 1 2013, 01:17 PM Post #11 |
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Lupin walked back into the bar still stunned by the outcome of the events and actually amused by having the police on his side for once. But that was short lived as the captain asked about his apparent trouble making nature. "Well ya know how it is. Trouble just has a way of finding me." He shrugged at the captain as he grinned. He casually removed his cigarettes and pda from his jacket before removing it and paused a moment after being brought up as a hero which he felt didn’t reflect what happened well. He ignored it for the most part and did his humble part by offering his jacket to Daiyu before being dragged off for a drink. "Here, in case you get cold or just want to cover up." He smiled as he fallowed the captain to the bar. "So what are we going to have? Whiskey, tequila, rum, vodka, mudder’s milk, or maybe tequila?" He made sure to emphasize tequila the second time in hopes of avoiding having to drink another glass of the oak flavored rubbing alcohol he had consumed earlier. |
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| Tojoyama | Oct 1 2013, 03:57 PM Post #12 |
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Monte kept his attention on Africa. She noticed. Everything had gone well. Monte hitched his belt as he shifted on the edge of the barstool. "Depending on what the next job is, we should be good at least for the time being. Little bit extra bonus as well. " He seemed a bit nervous too? How cute. "And the goods were for those that needed them? Not just a profiteer?" Africa had heard plenty of stories about goods heading out to the rim for those in need only to end up on the black market. Her concern exposed about the good they might have done, and little interest in the money. Or the bonus. Then Monte nodded at the other man at the far end of the bar. "So... a bit of a scuffle, huh? Any idea who the boy is? " "Yes. Minato Saionji" Africa said as she moved just a little closer to Monte, sipped a much larger amount of the bourbon. Took a sip of the tea. She could see the attraction of bars, of drinking, the stimulation despite the depressant effect. And then someone to freely offer even more stimulation while inhibitions were relaxed. "He helped a woman that was about to be raped." Chamberlain said matter of fact. "without concern for his own safety. though with more than the required violence..." the whole thing could have been handled without someone being shot, but then; each had their own tools. one should not judge. Nor had she elaborated on her own role, or Lupin's. "Or perhaps not. A good man. I think we should find a place for him." Africa caught herself, speaking out of turn. That she would be suggesting someone come on as crew as not proper. Africa's smile grew. She teased, herself as much as Monte. "He showed about the bourbon and the tea." she said taking another sip of each. And then, with her advanced training; years of careful studies of perception and observation; careful practice of intuition - Africa Chamberlain realized she was drunk. So she did what any master of the martial arts would do. Africa giggled and leaned against the handsome man next to her. |
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| Trina | Oct 3 2013, 03:14 PM Post #13 |
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After the stern dismissal, Carrie had gone into the bar and picked up her own drink. A whiskey double. Then she'd retreated to a table off on her own for a bit. The flying, the playing at first mate while on board the Reyne was turning out to be far different than it was being off of the Reyne's decks. Sighing as she dropped into the chair, she glanced back towards the crew just as Eli gave her the silent question of whether she wanted a drink or not. She lifted the small glass she had and then turned her head to it, downing it in one go. The burn felt good. She was feeling a bit at odds with the whole situation. Wasn't she supposed to back her captain? Wasn't that what he'd said he needed? Talk about gettin some mixed signals or just not knowin' go se... The shot glass still in her hand, she rolled it between her fingers and recalled nights she'd spent at the local bar back on Beylix and wondered how 'Cookie' was doing. He always did manage to put a smile on her face when she'd gone in feeling down. Beylix suddenly felt way too far away. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 3 2013, 03:37 PM Post #14 |
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Eli gave Carrie a smile as he turned away to face the bar, placing both hands atop the dirty wooden surface as he awaited the bartender. The crew were together again, a few unfamiliar faces floating around their edges, but all in all the Captain was feeling good about their situation. For the first time, hopefully the first of many, they'd completed the task at hand and it was clear everyone was in high spirits. Almost everyone. "Two whiskeys." He signaled with his hand to the bartender as the man approached, turning to one side as he dropped a few notes onto the bar top. Leaning against it, Eli surveyed the crowed briefly, specifically that young man who'd gotten involved with Arsene when things had tensed up. Still no clue, he thought, of where I know that face. He sighed, eyes moving on, finding themselves on Carrie at the small table she'd claimed on one side of the room. It was odd, how isolated she looked, sitting there looking forlorn and almost absent from the room. A frown spread across the Captain's face as he thanked the bartender for the drinks, clinking to glasses together as he started off across the room. They all had their days, Eli included, but it was just something of an oddity seeing that type of look on Carrie's face. Passing Monte and Africa where they sat, Eli gave the man a nod and a wink before moving along, observing the pair talk over just where Africa's alcohol limitations sat. He was used to the pair of them being close, it'd been evident from their first day on board. It was good, in Eli's mind. A close family, no matter the relationships, was what a ship needed. "Is this seat taken?" He stood over the table, holding the two glasses up in front of him like an offering of goodwill, giving Carrie a gentle smile. |
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| Trina | Oct 3 2013, 03:48 PM Post #15 |
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While mildly annoyed at first, Carrie looked up and had to bite back the smile that threatened to move to the fore. She wanted to be mad, well, annoyed, for a little while and she was bound and determined to let herself be. It was against everything she normally was, but that was fine. It never hurt to let it show that she could be just as unhappy as some others. "No, but I ain't lookin' at gettin' drunk. Course that whiskey the barkeep is servin' is closer to water..." As she spoke, she gestured to the chair across from her, though there were two others, one on either side of her. Her mind was still turning over on thoughts of Beylix, not so much the bad things that had happened there, but the good times. Many of them in the old bar that looked a lot like this one. A lot like a lot of bars out in the verse. The empty glass was still in one hand. She flipped it over and set it down upside down. Usually a signal of one being done drinking. It was a somewhat universal signal to barkeeps everywhere. Whether this one knew, or whether Eli knew, was really beyond Carrie. "We stayin' til mornin'?" |
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| PMD14 | Oct 3 2013, 04:21 PM Post #16 |
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Eli just frowned silently, but nodded nonetheless and planted himself down in the chair. Carrie had taken the less sociable approach, back to the crowd, leaving Eli a perfect view of the rest of the bar behind her. He almost chanced the idea of asking her about the young man, but thought otherwise of it. It's all in your head. His focus instead moved to Carrie and he slid the second glass across the table before taking a hit from his own. Tastes fine to me... "Morning, I'd say, yeah." He met her eyes as he spoke, briefly, before looking around the room at the other members of their scattered crew. As so frequently happened when sitting idle, his thumb started to slowly rotate the now loose wedding band on his left hand. He let out a sigh. "Things went well, all in all." It was almost a question, as if he needed someone to confirm that the job was done and everyone was happy. He turned back to Carrie, looking at her across the table before he finished the drink at hand, exhaling slowly as the burn moved down his throat. "Where to next, I wonder. Any thoughts?" |
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| MacTrom | Oct 4 2013, 01:19 AM Post #17 |
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Monte's eyebrow quirked up slightly. Women being assaulted? Just then? And Africa... well, she can take care of herself, I guess. He let out a short snort and grinned. Turning to look back over his shoulder at the young man, he sized him up for a moment. An assuredness about him. Relaxed and yet aware of everything else in the bar. Monte nodded and turned back to her. "Well, we can't make him an offer, but we can get to know him better. What say we chat him up a bit? Make some inroads, just in case the Captain is looking for an extra hand?" He smiled into her eyes, seeing the slight glint there. He stood and gathered his drink in one hand and her cup in his other, turned and waited for her to move before closing the distance to where the other man sat. Nodding toward a booth, he smiled at the man and motioned. "Hey, Come join us for a drink and let us get acquainted. Name's Monte. This is Africa." |
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| Ahroro_Deltori | Oct 4 2013, 01:35 PM Post #18 |
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Kenji took a look around the establishment, checking for any other troublemakers. His cursory glance turned up nothing as he began to allow himself to enjoy the drink set before him at the bar. He downed the glass in the blink of an eye. It dulled the pain more than anything. The merc flexed his fingers and felt the sting as his wounds split slightly. It really didn't matter to him, the cloth did its job soaking up the blood. His thoughts though weren't on the bar, or anywhere in particular. It was how he came to be, all that he could remember. Waking up on a medivac shuttle, nothing but his tags and a fresh wound where a round had tore through his skull. Thoughts of the inside of intensive care. The nausea and disorientation, most importantly the darkness. Who was he, why was he there? Then nothing, Not a single iota as to where he had come from, not a clue besides his ident, and a set of well weathered tags. No name or insignia. Just a symbol of the wolf. He shook himself from his musings and ordered another drink. It was then that he caught some movement from his peripheral vision.
Kenji smiled softly at the invitation. He had enough fighting for one day, he could feel his cheekbone swelling slightly from the outdoor scuffle. He rose fluidly from his seat and grabbed the glass of bourbon with his uninjured hand. "Pleasure to meet you Monte, The name's Minato He nodded at the man and flashed them both a nonchalant grin. "And I've met the Shepherd albeit briefly, though that was before the incident" He chuckled to himself as he slid into the corner of the booth, back to the entrance, his eyes slowly scanning the room. |
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| biffcalhoon | Oct 8 2013, 05:01 AM Post #19 |
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Coopersville, that quiet community of farmers indentured servants and drunks had seen quite the active night. Tina the waitress at the Bradford tossed and turned in a cold sweat between thoughts of amazement at the spectacle of the meteor shower and the cold sweats from the attempted rape that took place right outside her work a few feet where she had just been. She cried thinking of the poor Companion being dragged into that alley. Sleep would not visit Tina this night. Clarence having been looked at and dismissed by Doc Johnson felt his head throb as he lay awake at his family's, his father's really, farmhouse, mansion really to the folk around these parts. His headache was drown out by his hurt pride. Working up his courage to talk to Daiyu was the most exciting thing he's ever done and he let her be taken by those animals. He was still unsure what had even become of her. Sleep would not visit Clarence this night. Trudy returned to bed that night confident that Sheriff Pembrook would take care of whoever fired off the gunshots. Instead of worry she was content that the children had enough supplies to last the next year and into the year after. She drifted off thinking of the rugged Captain Eli whom even if he left tomorrow she would not forget for a long time. He made her feel like a school girl herself again and another shiver went through her whole body. Sleep and Trudy would be fast friends this night. Lud closed the Rooster up as he did every night after the last of the paying customers left. It had been a good crowd tonight and he warmed up to the newcomers quickly when it became certain that they were going to be paying customers into the night. Lud had no use for astronomical events or brutal crimes or penniless farm hands who run up tabs and never pay. He only had use for the devil in his pocket that would soon take him away to his slumber. With a band still around his arm as he sat slumped in the corner the devils sleep took him. The two deputies Dropsy and Brantly had been sent home to rest before they had to be back in to work. They would have to do shifts now going from no prisoners to six in a matter of minutes. Sheriff Pembrook would spend the rest of this night at the jail. He would nap a bit here and there for there was work to be done in the next coming days. He took another swig of whiskey from the bottle he kept in his desk. There was a group of hard cases out there somewhere who had been pestering the town for the last couple of weeks but nothing like this. Now he had six of them in his jail. Bao, the man with the scar seemed to be the alpha of this particular pack resided in the box, a solitary cell that Pembrook had built when he became sheriff a year ago. The others, Greg, Chao, Bobby, Jeb, and Stinks crammed into the common cell. It held twelve so crammed wasn't the right way to describe it but Stinks had soiled himself during the action and Pembrook was mad enough to not even hose him off before locking them up. He took another swig and wished that the newcomers would've killed some of them. He shook the thought aside and put the bottle away. He couldn't drink anymore and hope to rise early enough to place a call to the ship whose crew saved the Companion. He hoped that he could enlist some help with what needed done next. They would be the last help to pass this way for a spell and he wouldn't be doing his job if he didn't at least ask. He kicked back and dosed off and on till the morning light burned his eyes. He hated mornings after long nights with little sleep. He wasn't no spring chicken anymore and his cracking back and legs let him know that again when he stood. He made coffee and waited for Dropsy to show up at around nine. He would have the first watch. Pembrook would wait till around ten to put the call in to the Grey Reyne as he saw the crew retreat to the bar the night before. Edited by biffcalhoon, Oct 8 2013, 05:11 AM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 8 2013, 09:09 AM Post #20 |
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Thump. Thump. His head felt like it'd taken the back end of a rifle, a splitting ache soaring from the back to his temples as he started to awaken. It felt like hell confined to his skull, the pain drilling deep into his skull, the devil's handy work. Thump. Thump. Elijah Harmon opened his eyes - barely willingly, he forced them open - and the morning light creeping in through his skylight damaged his nerves more than his eyes. Usually the Captain left the small window open, enjoying the view of nothingness as he tossed and turned to sleep of a night. Last night, clearly within the bounds of intoxication, he'd forgotten that the ship was dirtside and that the small shutter would likely need to be closed to avoid the morning sun. Too later for that. Thump. Thump. His heart felt ready to explode out his ears, the pounding pain in his head more than he was willing to handle at this hour. Looking around, eyes trying desperately to adapt to the unprecedented brightness of the planet side sun. Where the hell...? Eli looked around the room, trying to piece together the hours gone by. He didn't remember a whole lot, truth be told. The deal went down, his crew got into some fisty cuffs, and he shared a few drinks with Carrie. Or had he drunk, and she watched? It got a bit blurry there. "What the hell?" He'd noticed the bottle across the room, shattered into fragments against the door. "Jesus.." There was little liquid there - the Captain assumed he'd consumed it the rest, which explained a lot - and the small fragments of glass were scattered all around the room. Launching from his bed, hindered only slightly by a few stray chunks of glass that he stood on, Eli hastily dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt - after all, they were leaving today. Nothing fancy. Checking in the mirror to ensure there weren't any other surprises he ran a hand through his messy hair and then kicked on a pair of boots. Using an old shirt - at least he figured it was old - the Captain quickly brushed aside the glass fragments from all around the doors and huddled them within the confines of the fabric before winding it all up into a packaged. Throwing the evidence into the trash, Eli brushed himself down, rubbed his eyes, and then proceeded out the of his cabin. He made sure to close the door behind. Downstairs he could smell his savior - coffee. |
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