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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:15 pm
:::Kara takes another deep breath, the waves of dizzinies coming in and passing back:::
Are you in between fights now? :::She tries to ask steadily:::
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:19 pm
Coming to this place makes me in between fights, really. In fact, when I get back, I...
::Sato isn't able to finish, because she's faded away::
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:26 pm
:::Kara grimmaces when Sato fades... she rubs her head again, her finger tips moving along her head, rubbing her neck:::
The feeling was starting to fade, and she was glad:::
Mmmm...
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 9:55 pm
:::Her head goes to rest in her hands for a moment. Her eyes closed and her mind sluggish, left to wander on aimlessly, she begins to think about all kinds of things, but they all seem to return to the Brink, and what was happening there... and now.
The two men were still in there talking. It'd been a while. The worst started to cross her mind. They were talking about her, she was sure. She was sure Luke had told Dafyd what an evil b***h she was by now. There goes that one. She thought how even seeing Dafyd would be unpleasant from now on. Her mind wandered to Sato...
She'd met Kal...
it seemed like Kal talked to Sato about me. And that didn't put her off. Maybe she's just nice that way. Maybe she just wants some tits and a**. Better than nothing I guess...:::
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:49 am
:::Could she trust anyone? She wondered. Would anyone understand her place. Olsen sided with her but she felt more like his pawn than his daughter these days. Kal was being a stubborn a*****e, refusing to admit that he was wrong and taking it out on her. Naturally everyone in the Brink treated her like garbage, but that was no suprise... still it hurt her more than she wanted to admit.
A tear welled in the corner of her eye again as she thought of it, and she wiped it away.
Except the Captain... he didn't hate her, though he didn't love her either, and that was hardly any kind of victory for Kara. She decided she'd give up that battle anyway:::
:::More tears... she didn't let herself cry so easily on a normal basis but that brandy was still lingering in her system. She vission felt fuzzy, and her cheaks felt moist. After a while she stopped fighitng it:::
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:05 am
*A man fades into a corner..... dressed in the fashions of the western united states... in the late 19th century.... he glances around momentarily startled... then notes his position... in a bar or a saloon of some sort.... some woman dressed up in a strange costume... maybe a dancer of some sort.. crying in one part of the room... no bartender.. no other patrons.... he shifts his weight and silently moves up against a table and ducks down... effectively dissapearing from sight while he takes stock of where he is... and where he was..
Just moments ago he had been moveing down a street, tailing his latest contract and figuring out his patterns... his contratt was, in turn, about to meet up with his contact from the McGlory Gang.. a group of high profile cattle rustlers who were looking to expand their business.... to discuss the delivery of US Government property, in the form of guns and ammunition, to his men.
Gunsinger's employer, a Colonal John S. Jacobs, didn't give a rats damn about the McGlorys.. he just wanted the guns that were in his keeping. returned, and the man responsible drying out in the desert.
But all that nolonger mattered as Gunsinger attempted to figureout how a man.. dead sober on a job could suddenly find himself in a quiet deserted bar with a weepy copperheaded hussy as the sole occupant aside him.
So for now... he just listens...*
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:09 am
:::Kara felt herself slowly starting to become clearer. A moment ago her head felt twice its normal size but now was starting to fit itself back into place.
Uuhg... I'll never drink that s**t again.
:::She mumbled under her breath. She let the tears come down still though she wasn't crying them. They just came. Kara still lacked the energy to dry her face though:::
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:17 am
*The man listens in... and investigates the room.. notes all possible exits and entrences... and all available cover. Even if this was a setup for an ambush, which was highly doubtful, it didn't explain why he was here... and the only way he'd learn is by asking questions.. since he doubted that this... woman.. would just blurt out the answers he needed from the drink alone...
He stands up and moves over to her with catl like silence... drawing the string off the hammer of his pistol just in case.*
Afternoon, ma'am
*he says waiting for her to turn before he tips his hat*
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:19 am
:::Kara's neck manages to turn her head far enough to view where the voice had come from. This was a strange looking one. She tried then to remember when in history anyone looked like that but it made her head hurt:::
Another one...? You're definately a man.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:27 am
*The man raises an eyebrow over a red eye and peers down at her* 'Last time I checked..
*he looks her up and down*
and you're definately a woman, and this is definately a bar.
*he says with a look around the room*
What is not definate is where this bar.. and you.. and I.. are. I don't suppose then,ma'am, that you could enlighten me on the subject and give me an idea of our location in a geographical sense?
*his manner is cool and while he is polite his tone is cold. He appears to take no heed nor notice that her face is streaked with tears.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:32 am
:::She keeps her gaze on him, but cracks a grin:::
Heh heh heh... you poor soul. First time then, hm? :::She drawls a tad:::
You're nowhere my friend. No place, no time. Literally. You've been snatched up out of your world and thrown in here. It's called the Brink of Time. She'll pick you up and spit you out at random.
Right now, you're just going to think I'm crazy. But if I ever see you again, you'll probably believe me by then.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:41 am
No... Not crazy..
*he takes a sniff in her vicinity*
probably drunk..... although...
*he looks her in the eyes.... he was a handsome man... mature.. in his mid to late thirties..... coffee coloured skin accented by thick black hair...*
you look like you've been sobering up.. so mabe you are just crazy.
*he pulls out a hand rolled cigarette from a dented metal case*
Or I am...
*he lights the cigarett, waves the match out and then sticks it in his pocket*
So... *he says after a moment* You gotta name, Miss Nowhere?
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:43 am
My name's... Kara.
:::She has to pause to make sure her eyes aren't fooling her. Did he just light a piece of paper and stick it in his mouth. She represses the sound of cracking up:::
kkfff... what is that?
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:47 am
*he looks at her wondering if she was slow in the head.... or still a bit stupid from the liquer*
You've never seen a cigarette before? I find that hard to believe... Miss.... Kara..
*he says letting out a puff of smoke*
They call me Gunsinger.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:52 am
OOOooo... right. I remember now. They used to burn a plant called tobacco or something like that and inhale the smoke.
No, I've never seen one. :::She sniffed::: Though the smell is familiar... I think Malazar smells like that.
:::She shakes her head a bit, lifting it feeling a bit more clear:::
Anyway, I think I forgot to tell you... we're from very different times Gunsinger. The Brink doesn't just pick up anyone. I'm probably from hundreds of years into your future. What year is it where you're from?
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