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 Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:16 pm
Felicity fades in, for once not at a table but walking. She stumbles upon fully entering the Brink, caught off-guard as the stairs she'd been walking down suddenly disappear. She catches herself, surprised, and looks around, almost immediately recognizing the Brink.
"Wonderful.... Oh. Morning," she adds, nodding to Gunsinger. "I haven't seen you in a while.. how are things?" She walks over to a chair and takes a seat, evidently not thrilled at being pulled into the Brink first thing in the morning.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:25 pm
*Gunsinger shifts his glance over to felicity... stareing at her coldly with his blood red eyes.*
Things are as they are. I am still breathing for now. That's what counts.
*He downs the rest of his bourbon and flips the empty glass upside-down on the bar.*
And you, Miss Lockheart, how go your endevours? Well I reckon? You don't looklike a lady on the run just yet.
*He replaces his cigarrette and inhales deeply*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:34 pm
"Not yet," Felicity says, not quite sure about his tone but ignoring it for the moment.
"I actually haven't heard from anyone in a while. I've still been in the same place too long, but I don't think I'll be able to leave for a few weeks at least."
She shrugs. "You seem to be doing well, too. Breathing, of course. That's a bit obvious. But also well."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:56 pm
Well?
*Gunsinger's eyes flick for a moment to the saddlebags on the chair then back to Felicity's*
I suppose you could say that. well as to be expected.
*he takes another puff on his cigarette and eyes her cautiously. It might make things.... uncomfortable.. if she found out what his "cargo" was...
He begins to formulate the quuickest and easiest path between her and that chair.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:09 pm
"That's good."
Felicity yawns slightly and looks around at the room, for the first time noticing the saddlebags on a chair nearby.
"Are those yours?" she asks, pointing toward them and looking back at Gunsinger. "Just curious. I would ask what's inside, but I don't think you'd tell me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:13 pm
*Gunsinger's eyes darken for a moment as he informs her coldly*
Yes they are... and Trust me, you'd rather not know.
He moves qith panther like quickness and grace.. placing himself between the bags and Felicity.... stareing at her coldy.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:32 pm
Felicity's smile fades at the seriousness of his tone. She can only imagine what Gunsinger might be carrying around on any given day.
"Alright... well, then, I won't ask." She blinks, then glances at the floor, somewhat unnerved by the sudden reminder of what kind of person he is. She shrugs it off mentally, though, and tries to think of a different subject.
"A bit awkward... just getting pulled in here, for no reason," she mutters, unable to think of anything better.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:37 pm
Indeed.
*gunsinger grunts then shifts his gaze back to the bourbon*
Care for a drink?
*he asks.. then pauses a moment*
... thats right.. you don't. well pardon me if I partake ma'am.
*he pours himself another bourbon then raises his glass at Felicity.*
It has been a night.
*he drinks the bourbon slowly.... eyeing Felicity thwe entire time*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:50 pm
"As always.... Besides, it's far too early to drink, at least in my time. You go ahead, though."
She stays silent for a short while, casually examining the edge of the table she's sitting at for lack of anything better to do.
"Do you ever think about... quitting?" she asks finally, looking back at him. "Or retiring... if it's possible, finding something else to do. Just out of curiosity."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:01 pm
*Gunsinger pauses for a moment. and thinks, before setting the glass down with a mild clack*
I retired once.....
*He turns to her but for once his intense gaze isn't directed at her.... more as if watching something over her shoulder.... something distant...*
It was just after the war. I had no intention of being used as a tool by the government... so I decided to move south... settle in near cherokee territory.... but the southreners did not appriciate my presence..... that made life hard on the cherokee who I.... associated with.... and life in one place.. its poison in the veins of a man like me. so I... *he blinks and glances at her*
I do what I do because thats who I am. what I am. that's all you really need to know, ma'am.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:17 pm
Felicity nods thoughtfully, considering his response.
"Hm.. Well, I can't say I understand completely, but maybe I'm not supposed to." She shrugged slightly. "I do understand not being able to stay in one place, though-- not just because of an outside situation, but just some need to keep moving. I'm not sure why."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:26 pm
*Gunsinger half frowns*
I think its just the way people like me are... people like you too I'd reckon.
*Gunsinger turns from her and picks up his saddlebags*
I think its time I be getting on, ma'am.
*he tips his hat*
I'm sure I'll see you again some time. I always seem to.
*with that he makes his way towards the door*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:37 pm
"Alright..." Felicity stands up as he does, to be polite. "Nice talking to you, Mr. Gunsinger. Take care."
She still hadn't seen or heard from him in her own time period-- probably a good thing in the long run, but that meant it was still unknown to her whether or not he even existed in that time. It was eerie to think about, so she didn't mention it aloud.
"Hope to see you again here, then. In the real world, I'm not so sure."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:44 pm
*Gunsinger nods and grunts non-commitally*
When our paths next cross then.
*he shifts the weight of the sattebags on his sholder as he reaches for his key.... and puts it to the lock.. he pauses for a moment.... then mutters...*
Stay out of trouble.
*...as an afterthought before moveing through the door.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 10:49 pm
Felicity nods slightly, watching him leave. As the door closes, she turns and starts back to her chair, only to fade out just seconds later.
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