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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:43 pm
*Gunsinger nods*
I'm in Dekota territory right now.. but I've been all around the New Mexico teritory... and likely will be through there again.
*hew puffs on his cigarette and his eyes shift to her cards*
Solitare, hmm? I reckon your hands hardly ever leave those cards of yours be.
*He takes a half step towards her... grabbing the rifle and makeing his way to the table..*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:52 pm
"I wouldn't say that... There's just nothing else to do most of the time."
She looks at the cards, having forgotten about the game for the time being, then starts to pick them up and tap them back into a uniform deck.
"I'll probably start over. I was losing anyway," she muttered, glancing back toward Gunsinger. She got the feeling he knew what exactly she did for a living and didn't like it-- so she couldn't help but be a bit nervous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:05 pm
*he thinks about sitting down... She was a fraud... a cheat.. and he may even have to kill her some day if he's alive in 10 years... but shedidn't seem too bad as far as folks go..
..not that he associated with most folks.
He leans the rifle up against the table and pulls the chair. not sitting in it yet... just leaning..*
How long have you been doing this?
*he asks, his red eyes locking on hers*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:14 pm
Felicity watches him as he pulls a chair up, but looks back the table, unable to look at those eyes for very long. They're unnerving... She briefly shuffles the deck, but doesn't set up another game, thinking for a moment about his question.
"About... ten years ago, actually. I started learning then. Left home maybe... five years ago?" It's an estimate, but close. "That's probably how long I've been doing it... officially." She couldn't think of a better word, but settled for that one.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:20 pm
5 years... thats a pretty long time to do what you do and stay in one piece.
*gunsinger puffs on his cigarette a moment*
I'm guessing you move around a lot... you don't seem the type to want...
*he sits down with an exhalation of smoke*
Trouble...
*he rests his left hand on the table top ... siting across from her, his back to the bar.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:30 pm
Felicity nods slightly, not quite sure what to think yet.
"Of course. I can't stay in the same place too long; people get suspicious. Unless I've got a deal with someone or a job somewhere, I usually like to be gone in a week."
She shrugs, vaguely wondering if she's saying too much, but goes on anyway.
"I don't want to say I'm lucky.... Just maybe a fast runner."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:36 pm
Just as long as you don't trip while you're watching your back
*gunsinger glances towards the door then returns his attention to Felicity*
So you play them at any game in particular?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:43 pm
She almost instinctively glances toward the door when he does, expecting someone to walk through it. Remembering that probably couldn't happen, she turned back to the question at hand.
"No, none in particular. Whatever they want to play, usually."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:53 pm
I prefer euchre myself. not really a two person game though.
*he says with a quick glance at her deck. he hadn't really played it in a long time either... since before he quit the army... it was the kind of game you needed a group to play.. and Gunsinger avoided groups whenever possible.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:10 pm
"Ah. That's a good game...."
Felicity glances momentarily at the deck, wondering vaguely if he wanted to play a game, but looks back up at him, smiling slightly and deciding to change the subject.
"But you haven't told me very much about yourself. Here I am giving a brief history... Mind if I ask you some questions now? For instance, how long have you been doing whatever it is that you do?" She had an idea as to what his job was-- in the conversation from a few days before, there had been some mention of soldiers or mercenaries that she could remember-- but she still wasn't entirely sure. Better to be intentionally vague.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:24 pm
What I do now? A little more than 11 years. The sort of work I do? I grew up learning it.... been doing it to earn my keep for 17 years.
*he takes one last puff on his cigarette and stubs it out on the table.. whiping thee ashes away with his left hand. *
Thats a damn long time for anyone in... my business.
*he regards her carefully his left hand reaching up to stroke at his mustaches.. breifly*
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:35 pm
"That does seem like a long time," she mumbles, nodding slightly. "What business is it, exactly?"
She was fairly certain she knew, but had to ask. There wasn't much harm in doing so, she thought. If she didn't find out now, she would probably piece things together eventually.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:40 pm
*gunsinger puts his left hand down and looks her cooly in the eye*
I do what my employers need me to do. I do it to the best of my abilities and I do it in the shortest amount of time possible
*his eyes narrow as he leans in a bit*
And thats all you need know.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:06 pm
Felicity leans back a bit, keeping the same distance between them.
"Alright, that's all I wanted to know." She keeps smiling, albeit a bit nervously now. It's the eyes again.
"But if I see you in town tomorrow looking about ten years older, I'm probably going to move in the opposite direction," she says, leaning on the table again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:17 pm
Probably a good idea.. if you see me first that is.
*the ghost of a smile passes across Gunsingers usually impassive face... but it vanishes just as quickly as it had come and his face returns to its usual, stoic composure he leans back and takes another of his periodic glances towards the door*
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