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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:04 pm
Now, boy.. who are you.... where did you come from, and how in the HELL did I get back here? Be short. Be concise. And get to your points quickly. I have no mind to be pussyfooting here all day with you..
*He exentuates his point by pressing the muzzle of his revolver into the back of luke's head*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:05 pm
*Luke is so ******** tired of this s**t. ******** this guy.* Put the gun down and I'll tell you.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:17 pm
I'm sorry, boy, but it doesn't work that way.
*Gunsinger presses his gun a bit harder*... now. The quicker you tell me what I want to know, the quickwer we can both get on with our day. I'd much rather hear the information from your lips, corpses arn't known much for conversation, but I do have oither ways of getting information...
*he trails off..... watching Luke intently.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:36 pm
*Luke waits a tic, before saying.*
You're in the Brink of Time. *You ******** a*****e.* -I- didn't bring you here, and you know what? I don't know what does.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:40 pm
That answers my third question, boy, but you are neglecting my first and my second. Who are you and where do you come from?
*He shifts his stance to take a breif look around the bar room.. makeing sure no one else had made their way in behind him.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:50 pm
*Yeah, right. In your dreams, ********. Without missing a beat.* I'm Brad. I'm from Maryland.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:58 pm
Maryland hmm.... well Mr. "Brad..."
*he says with an almost sarcastic Emphesis on the name..*
...You say this place is called the "Brink of Time?" hmm about 10 days ago a woman told me the same thing..... a "Miss Kara" if I recollect...
*he uncocks the hammer on his revolver and holsters it...* takeing a step back.*
But you say you don't understangd how you got here?
*he pulls a handrolled cigarette from a slim leather case, and lights it. with a match*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:01 pm
*There is a moment of relief when the man removes his gun. But it passes, and Luke is greatly pissed off. He still isn't standing up. In case he's gonna ******** spook the guy again, he doesn't want a bullet for his trouble.* No. I don't.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:40 pm
But you do know more than I do... and you seem of a more stable and sober state of mind than that woman did. So, tell me what you know...
*He positions himself with his back to the wall.. in a vantage point where he can keep an eye on all the entrances to the room as well as "Brad." He surveys the barroom as he waits for a response. He takes a long drag on his cigarette and exhales, perfumeing the air with the hot smell of tobacco.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:56 pm
*Luke can smell cigarette smoke behind him. That doesn't mean the guy still doesn't have his gun out, but .... Luke slowly peeks out of the corner of his eye. He sees a shadow on a man in his peripheral vision. He turns his head.... To see a man in a trenchcoat, looking very ... very Western. Luke makes it a point to survey the guy. He takes in the man's characteristics. He has ... red eyes. Luke frowns.*
D'you mind if I stand up? *Or are you gonna pull your gun on me again? He was gonna have to take this in steps.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:06 pm
Suit yourself
*Says Gunsinger, his eyes watching Luke from the shadows of his wide brimmed hat*
Standing nor sitting bares an impact on telling me what I want to know.
*Gunsinger looks him up and down. His dress was strange, but the east was always getting fashions in from Europe.. so if that much was true that could be an explanation. He next takes in his form... tense..... like a coiled spring... he'd seen guys like that on the battlefield... usually right after a friend or a relative got it... fully ready to do something rightious about it. Rightious.. and stupid... he takes another drag on his cigarette.. and watches for "Brad's" next move.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:22 pm
*Luke is standing across from the man who pulled a gun on him. Why doesn't he just bolt? He considers it, and then decides ... He's got way too much s**t to do. He's not gonna ******** up by getting shot in the back by some ******** retard.*
*Luke's not gonna tell this guy s**t. But he doesn't want to get caught up in half-baked lies and have the man lose his temper either.*
*So keeping a deadpan, frank composure.* You know what, man? I don't know what you expect me to tell you. I don't know how we come here. I don't know why we come here. I don't even ******** know when half the people in here come from.
And you know what? The more questions I ask, the less I figure out. So, I'm sorry that I can't clear things up for you. But you're asking the wrong guy.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:35 pm
*he contemplates his words. and weighs them Decideing that this time he didn't seem to be lieing.* Fair enough.
*he moves a bit away from the wall and looks at the bar.... takeing inthe various bottles and without looking at Luke he mutters:*
You look like you could use a drink.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:38 pm
*Luke could use a rock to throw at this guy's head.* Yeah, no thanks. I think I'll pass.
*When he sees the guy isn't going to shoot him, Luke walks purposely towards the door out.*
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