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| Topic Started: Oct 18 2013, 09:00 AM (10,595 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Oct 18 2013, 09:00 AM Post #1 |
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A few heads turned when they heard the ominous clink-clink of a chain. It was the kind of sound one would associate with a fugitive - you know, the type they had around their ankles, some poor damned soul shuffling along, confined by his cuffs - and that was enough to pique curiosity. When folk saw the rifle, however, and the woman carrying it on her back, they were quick enough to return to their drinks, wide eyed. It was midday in Canyons Head, a small backwater slum of Deadwood, and Skarlet was only a few hours off her flight. Exhausted, feeling sweaty and dirty, this one had been a tough one. The young lady had come a long way, across multiple planets and with much unneeded blood on her hands (though, since when did that bother her?) to get to such a dank place for the climax. That aside, though, she was happy enough to finally arrive - this was a big one. The bar was typical for this kind of locale - quiet, grimy, barely lit at all and with that peculiar smell of infused sweat and blood and alcohol. The man at the bar never stopped staring at Skarlet from the moment she entered, chewing methodically at some gum and examining every detail of the new arrival. He was a large man, stained shirt and all, a balding head showing his true years and a crooked nose that proved he wasn't one to take shit in his establishment. "And what'll you be having this afternoon?" He ignored the rifle - everyone always did - as the young lady approached. |
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| Skarlet | Oct 18 2013, 02:22 PM Post #2 |
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Skarlet had come so far, and finding the town of Canyons Head alone was difficult enough. As for the bar it was disappointing to say the least. Then again Skarlet had no idea what she was expecting, did she really believe that this was the one backwater bar that wouldn't be this planet's human cesspool. The second she walked into the bar all eyes were on her. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she could pick out the patrons. To Skarlet they were all the wasted morsels of human flesh that tended to populate this type of place. By instinct she lowered her arm by her side the second that all eyes were on her, ready to produce her knife from her sleeve should one of the barflys would try and pounce on her. They would probably have assumed that she was a local whore if it wasn't for the almost comically large rifle on her back. But after a tense moment all of the bar flys went back to their drinks, and Skarlet still stood there for a moment before she found an open barstool and began to move towards it. "My my, a little jumpy are we." The hairs on Skarlet's back rose when she heard that voice hiss in her ear. It was all too familiar since it was an exact copy of her own voice. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her own face staring right back at her. A perfect copy of Skarlet, wearing the exact same outfit that she was, although while some of Skarlet's white lace had suffered from the dirt and grime of Canyon's head her copy had none of the filth adorning her garb. She was leaning against one of the pillars, casually lounging around while her gaze bored into Skarlet's own. She ignored the copy of her, not being able to openly speak to her doppelganger while there were so many people around. Last thing she needed was Rattlesnake hearing that there was a woman shouting to herself. The "Aw... giving me the silent treatment?" She was goading her, just wanting Skarlet to snap and begin shouting at the voices that were all in her head. Skarlet didn't sit at a stool, instead she leaned over the bar, propping her chin up on one arm. She looked back towards where the copy had been standing to see that there was no trace of the copy. Skarlet's long nails drummed an impatient tune on the bar, her knuckles having a series of fresh cuts from the innumerable amount of time she had to pass simply playing with Isaac's butterfly knife. Another voice rang in her head, "You don't have to kill him." While it also sounded like Skarlet's voice it was a different tone. It wasn't a venom filled hiss but it was sympathetic, even fearful of what Skarlet came here to do. "We can just walk away, he never has to know we were here and you can leave... leave this life." Skarlet closed her eyes, massaging her temples and wanting the voices to leave her alone, she had work to do. That was when the bartender spoke out to take her order, Skarlet looked up, snapping out of her spell for a moment. Seeing the bartender standing before her. Despite her dire mood Skarlet still had a smirk on her face, "Just a Rum, neat." She ordered it like that not out of preference, but mostly because she doubted this place would have ice. She didn't tend to order anything but liquor, usually because she could at least try and specify what the booze was brewed from. There was also the fact that she could always hopelessly attempt to drink away the problems currently plaguing her, "He's not here, why are you even bothering to stay!" It didn't cease. "Exactly! We can just leave, he won't see us." Skarlet dug her nails into the wood of the bar a little deeper now, she just wanted them to shut up yet she was unable to scream. It felt like an eternity for her drink to arrive. Edited by Skarlet, Oct 18 2013, 02:49 PM.
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| Tyson Hazard | Oct 19 2013, 03:02 PM Post #3 |
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"Another Garcon..." Ty said as he leaned back in his chair at the other side of the bar. He'd arrived in the dead of night, having ridden for hours in the cool blackness. As the first customer to walk in the door, he'd had the luxury of surveying the comings and goings of half a dozen of the towns regulars, and still no sign of the fellow he had been tipped off about. Canyon's Head wasn't exactly where he'd planned to be the week before, but the hint of a lead this promising had changed the equation. Now he was here, and taking in the sights and sounds, and keeping an eye out for the fella and folks that had caused his midnight ride. His dark over coat hung on the back of the chair, giving his tall frame a causal look. His old military style auto-lock pistol hung lazily from his belt in his typical cross draw fashion, serving as constant reminder of how deadly backwoods bars like the ones he often frequented could be. The wide brimmed black hat kept his eyes in the shadows, but did little to cover the rest of his unshaven face. Ty had had his chair leaned back when the girl entered. She was difficult not to notice, that much firepower over anyone's back wasn't exactly the best way to keep cover. The manner of dress was a curiosity too, but he supposed that the verse had all manner of folks with various garb, regardless of the functionality. It raised several questions though, the first was what she doing out here, the second what trouble might she be about to start? One of the waitresses passed by his table, refreshed his glass, and dropped words. "Means boy..." she said casually. "--" He said nothing but gave her a slightly quizzical stare that was somewhere between confusion and exasperation. "Garcon, it means boy." The waitress repeated indifferently, then continued on her rounds as she had previously. "Sure." Ty said, his eyes glancing towards the girl at the counter again. Her manner struck him oddly, young, but the way she stood... it was almost like she was sizing the whole place up, like a cagy veteran picking her targets. He stood, collecting his coat, and approaching the bar to her far right. He meant to get a good look at this girl.
Again... odd. Girls her age weren't usually fond of the straight stuff. That she was going straight for the hard stuff, meant she was looking forget, or looking to deaden. Either way it meant some serious past pain. "Hell of a drink for a young lady." Ty said with a courteous nod and a deep voice that spoke of years of hard living, and hard fighting. "You in town on business? Or is that gun just a sentimental piece?" He asked while still keeping the brim of his hat over his eyes just a bit. Edited by Tyson Hazard, Oct 19 2013, 03:08 PM.
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| Skarlet | Oct 19 2013, 06:23 PM Post #4 |
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Skarlet's drink finally arrived, the glass placed before her by the bartender before he walked away. She smelled it, it smelled like rum more or less, it didn't seem like this bar was watering down their booze or "aging it" with god knows what additives. Skarlet held up her glass to the light, the glass looked clean enough, though she couldn't remember the last time that she saw a rum that was cloudy. Skarlet took a very generous drink before she grimaced, partially because of the quality but also because of the voice ringing in her head, "Aw, trying to drink us away again? You know that doesn't work." She was so distracted by the taste and her own mind that she didn't even notice the man sitting next to her until he spoke. "Hell of a drink for a young lady." Skarlet looked over to man. Immediately sizing him up as he remarked on the rifle on her back, "You in town on business? Or is that gun just a sentimental piece?" Skarlet didn't seem anything special about the man. But she wasn't going to spew details about the purpose for being here, in Skartlet's eyes he might be an ally of Rattlesnake. "Lovely mark, seems we might be able to drink for free." For the first time today she actually agreed with her voices. Unfortunately the cash reserves of the last few crew members that she managed to butcher were running low. And Skarlet was certainly not above playing along long enough to charm a few free drinks out of this guy, that or she was always willing to ensure that he didn't have a choice in that matter. Skarlet glanced at her half empty glass once again, "I guess it's just preference." She tipped the rest of the drink back. Placing it on the table as she held up her hand, the chain rattling as she waved her arm to show off the bracelet attaching to her for "I can't say the same about this little accessory." Her smile returned, more of habit rather then her actually making a joke. If it was up to her she would have only carried along the pistol currently hidden away into her. But as long as she was doomed to carry around the heavyweight rifle subtly in arsenal wasn't an option that Skarlet had. Something about this man made Skarlet uneasy. Call it her natural paranoia, but she was naturally distrusting of anyone that she met. Most people who approached Skarlet in a place like this were looking for one thing, and while he didn't exactly open with some sort of half baked pickup line so far he wasn't that far above that chaff. He move to join Skarlet a bit too eagerly, "He could be working for Rattlesnake." There was another voice, while it was Skarlet's it was harsh and grating, "In that case we'll skin him alive... I wonder how long it will take to make him give away where he is." Skarlet couldn't help but bore into his eyes for a moment, that was a tempting idea. But she caught herself jumping to conclusions, but no mistake that Skarlet wouldn't hesitate to work out some of the frustration she has had tracking down her quarry. "I want to see how tough he can act when we've had 5 minutes with him." She looked to the crowd, trying to focus on the task at hand to try and clear her head at least as much as the voices would allow her. Then the bartender refiled her drink, even though her voices taunted her with the fact that alcohol can't make them go away... she would still try. Edited by Skarlet, Oct 19 2013, 06:34 PM.
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| Tyson Hazard | Oct 20 2013, 01:21 PM Post #5 |
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For a moment, a very small one, Ty considered if the girl was a trained killer for the man named Rattlesnake. If she was, it might be she was here to kill him. Of course if she was, she'd have to have at least a name, if not a whole profile.
A light went on, and then off in his head. This was a trained killer. But here to end him? He hated the idea that he might have to end the girl. There had to be other options, other solutions. He hated how his mind always went to the basest instinct of survival. War, and the life he lead always seemed to leave him few other options. He could count on one hand the people he trusted now. There was always someone who was next, someone between him and the next job, between him and his revenge, between him and his family.
She could handle herself, that much was clear. She made a good act at being a working girl, either by practice or necessity. He'd seen a few her size that could use the personal cannon slung over her shoulder, and only one that could fire it with accuracy. But if she were to kill him, it'd have to be with something else. A gun that big would be hard to handle in close corners. With her it had to be something more up-close and personal, a palmed knife, a small pistol in her pocket, or under the skirt. "Business then." Ty said knowingly, as he tipped his hat back and gave her face another glance. He motioned for the bartender to refill his water. Still didn't recognize her, but her face and hands told another story. Makeup or not her eyes told of a person alone. Not loneliness per-say, a deep penetrating solitary existence. The kind that lead to a persons eyes being hard and cold, like stones in an icy stream. Eyes like that weren't given, they were earned. Killers he'd seen, killers he could handle. But this... this was someone else. He considered that was just plain unique. This warranted an intoduction, "Don't believe we've met. Names Ty, just passin' through on a little trip myself. You got a name where you come from? I'd guess, but that'd be boring, and I like to live in interesting times." He set the bait, and now he'd see if she was game or gamer. He calmly took a half step, but gave little indication of his intent. If she was here to kill him, it'd be now. He relaxed, took a breath, and carefully dropped his right hand to his waist on the opposite side of his belt from his gun. He let his finger dance on the rim of his glass, as he waited for a reply. Edited by Tyson Hazard, Oct 20 2013, 01:32 PM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 21 2013, 08:42 AM Post #6 |
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As the pair spoke quietly, their drinks delivered and refreshed without a word, a sole wandered entered through the front door of the bar and stood his ground for a few moments much as Skarlet had, surveying the place. His face wasn't familiar - taught, stubbled, a crooked nose and dark brown eyes - but he still gave off an unwelcoming vibe. The man was wearing a singlet, stained with what could have easily been either oil or blood or booze, and heavy combat boots below his cargo pants. On his hip was a large piece, a six chamber revolver, and a lazy cigarette hung from his mouth as he glared down the customers of the place one by one. Finally, after making a bit of a scene, the middle aged guy headed for the bar, some way away from where Skarlet and Ty were sharing each others company, and ordered himself a drink. Still no sign of Julian. |
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| Skarlet | Oct 21 2013, 02:46 PM Post #7 |
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When the bartender filled Skarlet's drink he also filled up her little guest's glass. That was when she realized that he was only drinking water. It was a bizarre choice for someone to go to a bar to drink, it immediately set off a red light in Skarlet's head, "He has something to hide." She didn't need her own voices to tell her that. After that Skarlet was able to pick up on a few more signs that he was nervous about something, "Business then." Skarlet actually giggled at that comment, in a way it was both business and a pleasure to her. Her mind was more on said business. Skarlet was drinking much more slowly this time. She would also spend more time looking over the crowd, looking for any potential link to Rattlesnake, she couldn't afford the expense of drinking all day anyways. "Don't believe we've met. Names Ty, just passin' through on a little trip myself. You got a name where you come from? I'd guess, but that'd be boring, and I like to live in interesting times." Skarlet snapped back to focus on the man next to her, just barely catching his name. She looked back to her drink, "It's Skarlet... just Skarlet." It was difficult for her to keep the second half of that sentence from coming out as bitter. It was a personal sore spot for Skarlet, since that was the reason that she was so set on making a lot of people suffer. She looked back to one of the younger waiters, giving him a flirty little smile, wheels were turning in her head. That was when another figure entered the bar, on reflex Skarlet's hand fell to her side, ready to draw her silenced pistol to put a bullet into him. Then again that was much too fast of a death for what Rattlesnake deserved. But if he draw on Skarlet, unfortunately she wouldn't have a choice but to put him down fast. However once she got a good look at his face, Skarlet's feared were put at ease. "Two drinks in and still paranoid... tisk tisk, She looked back to Ty, her green eyes boring into his. "I'm meeting with an old friend. We haven't seen each other in a very long time, and I have some business that I've come to settle." Unlike when introducing her word Skarlet was able to show off how good of a liar she was, one could almost mistake that for genuine sincerity. She looked back to the waiter that she had been exchanging smiles with for a few moments ago, he was paying attention to her. Then again she did catch some attention since she entered the bar. She tipped back the rest of her drink before she began to walk away from the bar, she gave the waiter a telling glance as she walked towards some of the backrooms. She passed by the bartender, speaking to him, "My tab is on him." She motioned to Ty, and he seemed to believe Skarlet, although he was either drinking his own liquor on the job. "It would have been easier to pick his pocket." Skarlet could wish that she could openly speak and explain that his coat gave too many guesses as to where his wallet was, not very easy to pick. She walked into the doorway leading to some of the more private rooms of the bar, she turned to waiter to beckon the waiter to follow. Skarlet didn't have to wait long until the waiter came back with her. She was leaning on the wall, waiting for him. In a heartbeat a different persona moved over her face. Even the psychotic edge to her smile seemed to dull. She span around, suddenly between him and the rest of the hallway, "I saw you notice me," The smile on Skarlet's face was warm, and playful. By now all of Skarlet's voices were all bickering, each of them having a fate that they wanted the girl to work out on this poor soul, all except for the one genuinely expecting this to be a pleasant encounter. He only stuttered for a response, if Skarlet gave any indication of her voices he didn't notice, "What? You too shy to even say hi?" He seemed to gain some of his composure, "It's just that we don't get too many Kuh ai off worlders here, or at least not ones as beautiful as you." It was a force of will not to roll her eyes when he said that. But his voice did a wonderful job of covering up the sound of Skarlet' spinning her butterfly knife open. He opened his mouth to speak, only to get the blade put into it, Skarlet's knife ready to give him a Brazilian smile. In a second the caring facade vanished, hell this was probably the most honest Skarlet has been all day. "No no no! He was so nice! Please say your sorry!" She ignored the voices in her head, by now one of them wanted her to just to begin cutting into him. But there was work to be done, "I'm looking for someone... an old acquaintance actually and I've waited too long to not find him here. So... his name is Gomez, but I've grown up calling him Rattlesnake. Now if that name sounds familiar it would really help me out. I have a lot that I owe him." |
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| PMD14 | Oct 21 2013, 03:27 PM Post #8 |
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Jonathon Mercey. That was his name. He'd been born here, in the backwater of all backwaters, and he was close to proud of his life so far. Nothin' fancy like them in the Core - just an honest life, an honest living, and a fair pay cheque to look after him and his aging mother. When the knife had come out, though, and the cold metal sliding into his mouth ever so delicately yet fast as lightning, the poor man saw his life fly before his eyes. The words out of her mouth were blurred venom, Jon only catching every second one. He got the idea, though - she was batshit crazy. "P'eas' m'm, pl'e'se. I di'n' mean no d'sresp'ct." His words were whispered, muffled, fear of the razor sharp blade resting on the inside of his cheek. One false move and there'd be blood. A lot of blood. Droplets of perspiration starting beading down his brow, cheeks red and eyes wide like saucers. Was this how he'd die? "Well I'll be a son of a whore... and I thought Randy'd been lying to me." The voice tore straight to the matter of things, a shiver of fear and excitement running down Skarlet's spine. That voice. By the door of the bar stood three men, one flanked by the others. The man at the front, bushy beard and tree trunk, tattooed arms, held a huge pump action shotgun in front of him, cradling it like a child. The two others behind him looked just as rough, both with revolvers and dirty looking faces. Real low lives, one would have assumed. The bar had gone quiet, a few folk going as far as to duck below their tables or head for the back door. From where he stood, the stranger with the revolver on his hip turned to face the three who had just entered, hand on his piece and cigarette falling from his mouth as his concentration turned to the tension of the moment. An instant stand off. The men at the door, however, seemed to be solely interested in Skarlet. Julian 'Rattlesnake' Gomez.
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| Tyson Hazard | Oct 22 2013, 04:55 AM Post #9 |
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Ty finished the water, as the young woman gave up her name. She seemed to give up the name with a little bit of difficulty. It was like the name itself was a painful reminder of a trauma. Which made him wonder why she didn't just change it. He'd met have a dozen Jane's whose names clearly weren't what they advertized. She could have lied, and he would have known the difference. A puzzle indeed. "Scarlett?" Ty said as he let the pronunciation roll around in his head for moment. It was fairly clear that the name was unfamiliar to him.
"Friend, huh? Well, here's to old friends." Ty said with a small bit of irony raising his glass. He doubted this girl had a friend in the world, let alone old ones. It was sad, but not in a lost puppy or spilled milk sort of way. Means 'red'... he thought to himself. That was a sign, he just wasn't sure of what. He observed the third party approach the bar, and then watched as the woman left the bar. Her pursuit of the waiter was odd, not to mention the look on her face. The bartender approached after she said a whispered word to him. "Listen, friend that'll be 13.50" He announced plainly, giving a deadpan glare that sought payment. "13!?" Ty said astounded, the sign clearly said water was a buck. "That better have been the finest water in all the verse. I mean, it better have been collected by beautiful woman from some Tyen-shao-do temple from Bhudda's own-" "No, your friend, she said-" the bartender countered. Ty didn't let him finish, he raised a hand as if his memory had been jogged. She was definitively a gamer. A casual liar in the form of a pretty young thing was a dangerous combination. "Oh, right." Ty said acknowledging he'd been had. Pretty sly of her, he wondered just how often she had simply taken what she wanted, instead of tricking others to get what she could. A scoundrel for sure, but what more? There was a muffled plea from the direction she'd gone, and as he turned to see where she'd gone to, the target of the whole enterprise barged in. The man's voice was easy to recognize, as was his smell. It wafted in from where he stood like a putrid pile of manure. Ty wondered if that was a mark of his character, or just what he used to wash in the morning. The two paluka's flanking him looked to simple bodyguards. Thugs hired in some back alley, loyal as far as the money went likely. His smiled a little. It was rare that he got this lucky. The girl was a perfect distraction, whatever there relationship, meant the man's attention was else where, and he could form a strategy and execute it without hindrance. This was an unexpected advantage. He wasn't about to miss his chance to nail down this lead, Theda was counting on him, and if this fella knew who'd dunnit, he meant to find out. For now he was content to wait and watch and see his opening. He had a twinge of worry for the little psycho, though he couldn't quite tell why. It wasn't as if he owed her a damn thing, not to mention she was just as like to try and screw him over as look at him. Yet, here he was giving a moment to some half crazed lunatic. He shoved the feeling aside as he un-clipped his service revolver, and stood ready, making no sudden moves. He could spy the three in the mirror above the bar. Their long black shadows pointed towards Skarlet like the specters of some deathly hollow. Unlike the rest who hid, Ty stood where he was, breathing nice and smooth like. Edited by Tyson Hazard, Oct 22 2013, 11:07 PM.
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| Skarlet | Oct 24 2013, 05:17 PM Post #10 |
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"Slit his throat out!" "He's hiding something." "What are you doing say your sorry! You can change this." "I want to see him bleed!" "Do you not want Rattlesnake to suffer for what he did to you?" "I wonder what is in his wallet?" "The more you delay the more of a chance he gets to scream for help" "Make him suffer" "Please! I don't want to see blood!" Skarlet barely even heard the voice of the waiter begging for help. By now all of her temptations were all fighting for their own influence over her mind. It was at the point where there were so many copies of her own voice in her head that it was getting difficult to pick out her own thoughts, her own desires for what she really wanted from all the chatter filling her head. The knife trembled for a heartbeat, almost cutting into the waiter's lip in the moment of hesitation. "We'll I'll be a son of a whore... and I thought Randy'd been lying to me." The second that voice rang out Skarlet lost all interest in the waiter. She didn't let him scurry away just yet, looking over to see Julian. Skarlet barely paid any attention to the two hired goons beside him. All of her focus was on the target of her burning revenge. She released the waiter, partially from the effects of her trance yet also because she didn't think the scrawny runt would provide much protection from bullets, and his squirming might slow her down too much. He quickly scurried away from the demented woman who had turned on him. Skarlet turned to face the three men, it seemed like almost the entire bar had suddenly emptied as all but but the most inebriated or the most suicidal patrons were still in their seats. She actually started to giggle slightly, only being able to think of the violent tortured that she wanted to inflict as a small slice of payback for the years of abuse that she suffered. She kept her knife in her hand, flipping it around nimbly into a reverse grip. She didn't draw her pistol, the bolt action would ensure that she was gunned down after the first shot, and the same would go for her cumbersome sniper rifle. Even then, in Skarlet's eyes it was too fast of a death for Julian. She stepped forward, a slow and casual stride as she spoke. Her voice was mocking and almost childish in it's tone, "It has been awhile Julian," She used his first name on purpose, lacking any respect from one heartless killer to another, "I almost didn't recognized you with the... um." She traced a circle around her mouth, indicating his facial hair. She paused to giggle once again, "I also like the hired help... do I scare you that much?" She continued to move forward, "Or does Isaac scare you that much? Just the thought of what he would do to you? What I would do to you? Skarlet didn't know if he knew that Isaac was dead, for all he knew she could be here on his behalf wanting to butcher his first mate for abandoning him. Isaac had done much worse for over one less. She didn't know how far news of his death traveled, or if it had traveled at all. She left the body floating in space, tied down, most of his skin peeled from him as well as evidence of other brutal tortured, now only surrounded by as much of his blood as Skarlet could possibly shed. She continued her stroll, she wasn't only daring them to gun her down. By now she was out of the exposed hallway. It wasn't a move of idiotic boldness. Her words may have been distracting, hopefully drawing out Rattlesnake into a more vulnerable position, but either way Skarlet would now be able to seek shelter behind the bar the moment that bullets would start flying. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 29 2013, 08:55 AM Post #11 |
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The man showed no fear on his face, though the bushy beard clearly acted as camouflage to some degree. His eyes were wide, though, alert and ready for the action to begin. How long he'd known that Skarlet was here, or was coming, remained a mystery. By the looks of things, he'd mostly just been pulled from a whorehouse with word of the woman with a rifle chained to her stepping into town. The men on his flanks, each with shotguns held level at their waists, seemed alarmed at the multiple targets presented to them. On focused on Skarlet, the other on the man by the bar who'd turned as if the greet the trio. None of them paid particular notice to Ty. "You look... hell, you look as tasty as Isaac left you." The hideous man gave a laugh with the lewd comment, one hand casually resting on the chunky handgun strapped to his waist. The man with the revolver took a step forward, hand on his own gun, and without turning directing himself to Skarlet. "Little lady, you might not want to get involved with this one. I already did call dibs." He grimaced, eyes squinting as he sized up the target before him. The place when deadly silent, a brief moment before, most likely, the bullets started to fly. |
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| Tyson Hazard | Nov 3 2013, 04:57 AM Post #12 |
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"Well now... ain't this a sight?" Ty said in a loud derisive voice. Ty always had a knack for making himself heard even in a crowd, piercing this silence was like breaking glass with a sledgehammer. Ty spoke unmoving from his position, observing the whole mess that was about to unfurl. "Seems like you gotta lot a people looking to end you Mr. Rattlesnake..." He said with a dismissive tone. "The little one there has a look that makes me think she means to play at you a bit, have some sport before she's done." Ty said looking over at Skarlet for an instant. "She's a might scary that one, could be she's the best shot in this place." He said warning the man gently. He wanted the man to think they were working together, he didn't know Skarlet's agenda in truth, but that could be addressed latter. "Then theirs this professional here, fellow seems to have come quite aways, maybe he's looking for a bounty, which I'm also guessin' ain't a small one." Ty said as he summed up other fellow from his observation. "Now me, I'm simple, just an ol' brown coat with a few negative attributes to my character. I ain't here to harm a hair on your pretty... well...large head, but I need to ask a few questions, and I can't do that with your two blockheads in my vicinity. So why don't they back out nice and slow like. If their smart, they have to realize they're already outgunned, and it follows that they didn't get paid enough to take a bullet for the likes of you." Ty made a motion for the two men to pay him heed, soldiers would do their duty, but the two men weren't soldiers, and he doubted loyalty to the hu dan in front of him would extend to their lives. "So, whats it going to be, you face three real killers and end your days quickly, or you drop your gun, and give yourself a chance of getting out without loosing what I'm going to assume is a fairly worthless life so far." Ty said this last part darkly, as he moved to a third position to the right of the three of them. "Dead Lion, or live dog. Pick one, 'for we pick for you? Dong ma?," It would be the man's choice to engage, if he did, there were no guarantees any of them would get out alive. |
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"I was going to die for a cause... might as well live for one." -Ty 'Turncoat' Hazard. Click Here for Character Profile | |
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| Skarlet | Nov 4 2013, 07:28 PM Post #13 |
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LiS Wriggler
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Skarlet was treading like she was on thin ice, but that was only because she was looking for her opportunity to pounce. Julian's words did their job, they got under Skarlet's skin and only made her tense her grip on her knife. Oh how badly she wanted to dig it into his flesh. Make him regret his words as he choked on his own blood. She wasn't a plaything anymore, not Isaac's, not anyone's. "Are you going to let him say that, you should skin him alive for that! I want to hear him scream for that." Skarlet managed to get some control over her own mind. Where before the conflicting voices were almost deafening to her, now she was able to put them from her mind, or at least effectively ignore them. She didn't dare let them drown her out again, less she be caught off guard for when a weapon was drawn.The standoff was keeping everyone's hands off of the trigger. Skarlet was possibly the only one here willing to throw her life away just to make the pirates suffer. Skarlet could only assume that some of the people here wanted to leave without a bullet being fired. Skarlet on the other hand, she was only looking for the chance to fire off the first shot. The entire bar was a powder keg by this point, and Skarlet was waiting for her chance to light the fuse. It seems that Julian was wanted, or at the very least pissed off the right people to get a price on his head and it just so happened that everyone was here for a share. She took the words of the man trying to scare her off as a bounty hunter was laying a stake, maybe mistaking Skarlet for a woman who was also trying to collect. Ty threw in his own words, seeming to really hammer home the fact that this could all end with a prison cell and without any blood shed. "You let him slip away and your never going to be fixed." Skarlet agreed, Tyson's words seemed to bring some pause that Skarlet was all too eager to pounce on. She drew her weapon, initially looking to put a round into someone but a shotgun aimed at her stilled her trigger. It seems that while the words had some effect on stilling the trigger. Skarlet's eyes had a burning hatred clear to see in them. She didn't need her voices to tell her that she wasn't going to let Julian get dragged away. "He's mine. There's way too much suffering that I owe him for, and I can't even begin to return the favor. I can always leave a few scraps for you two to collect some dead bounty. I'll try and play nice and leave him recognizable." Her voice was full of venom and spite. Being this close to her revenge was steadily peeling away layers of deception, it was the exact opposite of when she was talking to Tyson. She talked to the two men that seemed to be doubting the money they were paid for this, "If you stay in my way I get to have some extra fun." |
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| PMD14 | Nov 5 2013, 11:41 AM Post #14 |
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The entire establishment was silent, Skarlet's words hanging in the air as an itching trigger finger toyed with the revolver on Julian's hip. He didn't dare go for it, though, not after what Tyson had said. He had to make sure his boys still had his back before things really got going. "Fine by me, little lady. All I need is a finger ID." It was the scrawny man down the bar who spoke, having produced a second revolver from somewhere while Tyson and Skarlet was speaking. One was trained on Julian, the other on one of his henchmen, and suddenly their were more guns in the room than occupants. Tension filled the air, Julian spitting in the direction of Tyson after he'd spoken his piece, and time itself seemed so stop for a few moments as everyone involved seemed to weigh up their options. Finally, of all people, it was one of the men standing behind the Rattlesnack who broke the uneasy standoff. "Fuck it." It was merely a whisper, absolutely soundless in comparison to the shotgun blast that followed. The man raised his weapon, pointed at Skarlet, and fired. The wall beside her exploded, chunks of the bar flying this way and that. Hell broke loose. |
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| Skarlet | Nov 6 2013, 10:54 AM Post #15 |
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LiS Wriggler
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Skarlet was happy to see that they came to a quick agreement. Last thing she needed was her revenge to be put on hiatus because the other vultures would want to pick the bones clean before she even had time to make him suffer properly. But only a finger would mean that there were all sorts of options available to her to make him pay for what he done. Enough slices and cuts, and maybe Skarlet could get him to remember her name. Her own voice range in her head, obviously scared about the soon to be blood shed, hell it practically sounded like Skarlet was on the verge of tears, "Please give him that option, just let him live and you can remember who we were. N... no one has to die!" All of those thoughts vanished the second that the supersonic crack of a bullet passing only centimeters from her head was deafening. Booze and glass showered onto her back from the bar. The voice kept Skarlet distracted long enough that she barely saw Julian mutter, and when he aimed at Skarlet she didn't have a time to put a bullet in him first. Skarlet fired her one shot, the muffled puff of the silenced pistol seeming pathetic alongside the sound of the revolver. She aimed low, looking to put a bullet in his leg or a bullet in his gut. She wanted him to live long enough to feel her knife. Skarlet fell to the ground, trying to prevent a followup shot or possibly being mistaken for a kill in the precious few seconds of chaos. She laid on her side while she puled back the bolt action on her pistol, the edge of the bar stoped her from getting a second shot on Julian, and instead aimed towards one of the two hired thugs, now being forced into a righting retreat if they did want to leave. She shot to kill, aiming for his neck before she fired. A heartbeat after her shot she rolled up onto her feet, staying low behind the bar while she pulled the action back one more time to ready another round. Her instincts ensured her that she naturally knew that she had 5 shots left in the magazine. As she moved down the length of the bar the adrenaline ensured that she had a moment of clarity. At this moment the voices were much quieter, not silent but they were at the back of her mind, easy to ignore and concentrate. Skarlet let the gun fight play out as she moved down the length of the bar, looking to close in and sink her knife into her prey. |
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| Tyson Hazard | Nov 9 2013, 05:07 AM Post #16 |
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There was a moment, a transitory second where he thought things might work out. The situation could be resolved simply. No muss no fuss, everyone safe on the bus. He could see the hired guns doing the math, if they were smart- but they weren't smart. That's when things went to hell. The first blast narrowly missed Skarlet, and the next shot was meant for him he was sure of it. "Damn..." Ty was barely able to utter the phrase when the first shot rang out. He pulled his revolver with the type of speed a man developed after having to fight his way out time after time. The first shots were quick and smooth, a furious volley of fire at the closest thug, aiming for the midsection or the legs. If he did strike a killing blow, it wouldn't be on his conscious, he'd given them ample time to be sensible. The question now was what Skarlet and the other gent would do. But he didn't react well to be shot at, and being shot was infinitely worse. He dove for cover behind the bar, and let loose Shots to kill weren't his aim, he needed that hu dan alive, and it was clear Skarlet was simply out for blood. The young girl was on his side of the counter now, crawling towards him with a murderous intent clear in her face. He looked at her for a moment, locked his eyes on hers as he tried to tell her that the man was valuable to him only if he was alive to talk. She had a crazed glaze in her eye, they type he'd seen in men and young women when they'd seen to much. It wasn't insanity, so much as it was a beaten and tortured soul that'd been carved out and replaced with without the old sheppards called a demon of worse nature. He didn't believe much of what the old religions taught, but some things were just true, scripture or not. "I need him!", he yelled from behind the bar, as he took another shot at the trio to keep them occupied. A bullet sliced passed his shoulder, causing him to duck again. "I need that animal alive! You want him dead, fine, you'll get no argument from me, but at least let me find out what he knows 'for ending him." Ty said in a tone that was the one he used when he meant business. It was the same one he'd used when barking orders, the same one he'd used just before... "You can work with me on this, and I promise you'll get your vengeance, if not I can't promise anything but more of this-" A bullet sliced through the top of the bar and ricocheted off a metal safe, and landed between them. "-andthis will get us all killed.", Ty said as he used the mirror above the bar to see that one of the thugs stop to reload. Rattlesnake however was no where to be seen. He took aim at arm of the gunman, and fired a strike to finish his shooting spree. |
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| Rolemancer | Nov 10 2013, 07:00 AM Post #17 |
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Playin’ for Keeps
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(Meanwhile in a room upstairs a few moments ago) A raggedy towel haphazardly hung over a window kept all light out of the gloomy room but for one dusty beam that slowly crept across the bed finally washing over Theda's face. The bright sunlight managed to stir her from sleep as she let out an audible ugg and pulled the cover up and over her face exposing her bare legs. She reached out a hand toward the side board and in the process knocked over a now empty bottle of wine before her fingers found the time piece. Theda squinted through dark circled eyes to see the time, "Ta Ma Duh!", She exclaimed. Rising she threw off the covers and swung her legs off the side of the bunk, her feet coming to rest on the cool wood floor immediately set her head to pound. "Ow, another Luh Suh bottle", she acknowledged as she kicked the empty container across the floor. "Note to self, don't drink wine that smells like old socks." Theda smiled even though she wasn't all too happy with herself for sleeping until midday, she had work to do like getting her ass off this rock. She succeeded in making it to the wash basin and began the procedure of getting herself squared away, this was to be her last day in this Joo Fuen Chse, one way or another. As she stood there in her undergarments inspecting a few bruises in the mirror, several she could no longer recall receiving, she paused and tilted her head like a canine would do to hear better. The tavern below was oddly quiet even for the afternoon. She then glanced down at the floor boards between her feet for a moment and then back to mirror and the brown and black circle on her elbow. When the first sounds of gun blasts reached her ears she swiftly looked up at her now wide open eyes staring back at her, "Ma Fuhn!" _________________________________________________________________________ - ~Ta Ma Duh = Damn ~Luh Suh = Garbage ~Joo Fuen Chse = Pig's Sty ~Ma Fuhn = Trouble/Problem
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| MacTrom | Nov 18 2013, 02:45 PM Post #18 |
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Harbormaster
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Standing just inside the bar's double swinging doors, Rattlesnake and his two thugs faced down the woman, and two apparent bounty men. Guns at the ready, and their opponents had their's out as well. Then Jake, gorram it all, got the twitches and let loose a blast of solid shot at the woman, missed and left her an opportunity to return fire. Her gun barely made a sound, but the bullet that creased Julian's upper thigh made him jump to one side, just as the other man sent two rounds heading his way and at Bosco as well. He swung his shotgun out and down, gripping it in his off hand while his trigger finger sought out the hair trigger inside the guard. Just a touch, and his heavy scatter-gun blasted the top of the bar's counter, sending splinters into the glass behind. The other man, his back to Julian and his men, just stood for a moment before turning slowly, when a blast from Bosco's shotgun tore the table next to him into kindling, and in a fluid move that Rattlesnake had never seen before, fired both of his guns simultaneously at the three of them. One bullet tugged Julian's hat off his head, and another tugged at the shoulder of his overcoat. A glare of hatred crossed Julian's face and he stared down the barrel of his own shotgun, and squeezed off a round at the stranger. Several other occupants went into hyper mode, seeking cover from the fusillade of gunfire that started to fill the room with cordite smoke and dangerous lead. The ugly stranger seemed unresponsive to the death trying to seek him out, and merely put two more rounds into poor Bosco, blasting blood and brain matter onto the inside of the bar's door. His body dropped like a sack of wet cement at Rattlesnake's feet. Jake screamed some obscenities and turned his own shotgun at the stranger, either knocking him sideways, or missing him completely, it was hard to tell in the smoke filled room. More rounds came slicing out from behind the far end of the bar. Someone was still alive back there, and presenting a danger to Julian that he did not appreciate. He stepped forward three great strides, his shotgun swaying right and left, seeking a target from behind the counter, while Jake stepped to Bosco's side and knelt down. "COME OUT O' THERE Ya' tal mah piss ants! I'll skin ya' 'live and make ya' in'ta my new hat brim!" |
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| Skarlet | Nov 20 2013, 09:58 AM Post #19 |
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LiS Wriggler
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The surge of gunfire meant that her shots did little to slow down the torrent of bullets that were being slung at them. It seems the bar offered good cover, maybe the bar owner realized that in these parts shootings wouldn't be once in a lifetime. She also noticed that Ty had the exact same idea that she had, the benefit of cover may be able to swing this shoot out in their favor. Skarlet met Ty's eyes for a moment, the savage glare in her eye might as well be a neon lit sign that there was something wrong with her. "I need him!" Skarlet didn't look too pleased. If it wasn't obvious from their little talk earlier they all needed them for their own reasons. The bounty hunter made it obvious that all that was needed for their money was a finger, something useless that Skarlet might have removed just to make him suffer... "I need that animal alive! You want him dead, fine, you'll get no argument from me, but at least let me find out what he knows 'for ending him. You can work with me on this, and I promise you'll get your vengeance," Skarlet did too, but when she got her hands on Rattlesnake he definitely would have a timer on his moments breathing. But she also wanted information, Skarlet did too, her name, where any of the other survivors were. She paused with his request, it almost looked like she was listening to him while he spoke, "if not I can't promise anything but more of this and this will get us all killed." "Why should he have all the fun!" Just like that the voices were back, her moment of clarity vanished. The offer made a riot of foreign thoughts invade her head. She could hear thoughts in the background, voices arguing with each other. One set of them was even crying at the riot of violence surrounding the two, "What is he going to do when he sees you for the monster you are? Someone like him is more likely to save Julian rather then leave him to the wolves." It was a risk, but right now their options were running out and turning on one another would ensure they were doomed. She dug her knife into the bar, the tip of the blade stabbing into the wood in a moment of fustration. She looked towards Ty who had just snapped off a few shots off at the band of criminals. Rattlesnake's taunting did not help her right now. She growled before she replied, "Fine! But he doesn't leave my sight, you better leave enough of the Wong ba dunh for me to flay." Skarlet guessed the vultures could find some common ground. Edited by Skarlet, Nov 20 2013, 09:59 AM.
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| Tyson Hazard | Nov 21 2013, 03:45 PM Post #20 |
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"Not exactly a strong negotiator is he?" Ty asked to no one in particular. Time was a factor here, and there was a clear pressing need to end the confrontation. The situation called for two accurate shots almost simultaneously. He eyed the remaining figures in the leaning mirror above the bar, especially the man holding the trench sweeper. The fella apparently hadn't noticed their reflection and Ty intended to make full use of the momentary advantage. Skarlet wasn't an ol' Browncoat like him, but she seemed like a natural shooter, and if she could work with him just for a few tense seconds, they could end the confrontation with relative ease. This was a frame of mind that Ty had dealt with all to often, kill or be killed, survive or fall. He cocked the revolver, and checked it twice to make doubly sure it was ready. "Two shots, I go low, you go high. Take the kneeler, I'll take Rattlesnake. On three..." Ty said as the plan took shape in his mind and mouth nearly simultaneously. He readied himself, taking a momentary breath to settle his breath. "One..." He said calmly quietly, taking on a voice not unlike a Sheppard. 'I could use an ol' friend right about now.' "Two..." He followed with a word of almost a whisper, as if he were beckoning some unknown and forbidden curse. What was he doing, trusting a crazy person he barely knew, with his life and limb. 'Here goes... everything' "Three!" He rolled to his right, gun in hand, and released a single bullet towards Julian's lower extremities. He hoped that as he did so, Skarlet, a complete stranger would follow his lead, other wise, he was a sitting duck. |
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