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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:25 pm
"I don't drink. It never ends well." She walks over to the bar anyway, taking a seat nearby.
"I would like some explanation, though," she says. "There's so much I don't understand about this place...."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:29 pm
I assume you mean alcohol, but there's plenty of other stuff back here...
:::He grabs a bottle of applewine from his time, and pours himself a glass:::
Well, no one knows how long the Brink of Time has existed. I mean, if you consider that this place doesn't exist anywhere IN time, it might have existed forever. And as for me, I've been coming here for something like a year now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:38 pm
"Huh.. so it just keeps pulling you in, whether you like it or not?"
She frowns, not liking the fact that she seemed to have no control over the situation.
"But it'll always put you back in the right time, won't it? I mean, I'm not going to end up in the 31st century the next time I leave, will I?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:42 pm
:::He smiles, shaking his head:::
No, ma'am.... :::Then Kal realizes that he never learned her name::::
But, when is it you're from... miss...?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:54 pm
"Lockhart... Felicity," she completes the sentence for him, adding her first name as an afterthought. After all, it couldn't do much harm here. "And last I checked, it was April of 1887."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 2:59 pm
Wow... so, this is what english sounded like in the 1800's hm?
:::He was reffering to her western american accent, but he wouldn't know that it was the result of her region:::
:::But before he could ask her anything else, he saw himself fading out:::
My time's up... Take care, Lockheart..
:::And he was gone:::
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:25 pm
"Not all English," Felicity starts, but stops herself as soon as she notices him fading-- which is just seconds before he's gone completely.
She stares for a while, not used to people just disappearing like that. Must've gone back to his own time....
After thinking for a moment, she looks up at the ceiling as if addressing some higher power.
"My turn, now?"
No response. And no fading. She sighs, a bit frustrated, and leans on the bartop briefly before taking a spare deck of cards out of her pocket and setting up a game of Solitaire. Of course, if she knew about the door out of the Brink, she'd be back to her own time as fast as possible.
But at the moment she didn't, and didn't want to take any chances with this place. Things might be a little clearer now-- only marginally-- but it still confused her. So she stayed where she was, occasionally looking up and around to see if anyone had appeared without her knowing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 7:44 pm
*gunsinger fades in, croucheed down with a rifle drawn... he grimaces as his target disappears from his scope and looks up. Once again pulled from a mission.. this was getting tiresome. He notes that he is not the room's only occupant and clears his throat before declareing:*
Afternoon, Miss Lockheart.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 7:51 pm
Felicity turns around, jumping slightly at the sight of a man with a gun before she realizes who it is.
"Oh... afternoon, Mr. Gunsinger...." She turns back to the solitaire game momentarily to place the card she'd had in her hand when he arrived, then looks back at him, just watching for a second.
She wanted to ask why the rifle was there, but thought better of it, deciding on a more neutral question. "How are you today?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 7:54 pm
Breathing.
*Gunsinger replys cooly, ordering his sharpes Rifle at his side...*
Been here long?
*gunsinger stands faily still... calmly regarding her with scarlet eyes*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 7:59 pm
"Yes, actually.... Someone else was here earlier, but they left a while ago."
She turns almost, but not completely, back toward the card game, still slightly unnerved by him-- particularly the eyes. She tried not to let it show, shrugging it off.
"I'm just waiting for this place to send me back. Who knows when that'll be, though."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:05 pm
*Gunsinger nods slightly*
You realize you can leave any time you want, don't you?
*he raises his left hand to point at the door, keeping his right on his rifle barrel.*
Through that door.
*he brings his hand down and carrys his rifle over to the bar, setting it down and turning to face Felicity*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:12 pm
Felicity looks over at the door, blinking.
"...Oh. I see." Wonderful. I've been wasting time here for nothing.
She turns back toward Gunsinger, feeling a bit dumb.
"I didn't know where any of these doors went and didn't want to take any chances." There was a brief silence before she decided to change the subject.
"You're from 10 years ago, right? At least for me... it's strange, but when I heard your name I thought it sounded familiar."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:18 pm
Could be
*Gunsinger says, takeing out a Cigarette and lighting it with a match*
I've done a lot of jobs, and occasionally my name does get dropped on occasion.
*He pockets the burnt out match and inhales deeply before puffing out a jet of smoke.*
Where abouts do you come from any wayy? You don't dress like an easterner.... so are you in the territories?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:25 pm
"I am. New Mexico, at present."
Felicity wouldn't normally give out her location so soon, but as this is the Brink and the only person around exists ten years in the past she doesn't feel as worried about it as usual.
"What about you? I assume you're from some part of the West as well."
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