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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:20 pm
KC hopped to her feet quickly, following Nathan's path with her eyes. Then she looked over to the other man that had appeared out of no where. She turned, smacked her head on the truck door (intentionally), and said, "Ya know what? I don't even want to know what that was anymore. I don't care. I'm just gonna move the truck and find somewhere to stay." By now, she was just mumbling to herself as she climbed in the cab. She let the engine roar to life (which she usually did when she was ticked) and whipped it around, settling in to a space on the side of the road with expert precision. She flicked the keys out and back into her pocket, then jumped out, landing neatly and gracefully on the road. She kicked the door closed and walked across the street to the bar. "I need a drink..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:33 pm
Whisper...
Nathan watched the goings-on between the mayor and the mystery man as he leaned against the door frame of the bar. He nodded once at him before turning and walking back into the bar, taking note of the girl he'd knocked over behind him, seeming angry. He ignored her and took the plate from the bartender, digging in and wolfing it down hungrily, having not eaten in three days. He thanked the man after finishing the thing in a record time, then turned to go collect the bounty for himself that he didn't even know they had been.
He also took the deal on a room for a few nights, a few meals, but also gasoline for his bike. He thanked the man and turned to go find the room he'd been given for a few evenings.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:11 pm
{FFWD to the next morning.} Misha woke up in his new Humvee, in the wee hours of the morning. He still wore what he had on yesterday. He didn't have many clothes. He sat up. He was in the front seat of the Humvee. "Gavno.." swore Misha under his breathe as realized he had a crick in his back. He looked around. His trunk was 3/4ths filled with food and thing's he'd need for the trip. The back seats were empty, except for a few cases of turret ammo. The canteens of water were filled. He had everything he needed. He sat up and scooched over to the passenger side, intending to get out. He hit his foot on something. He looked at the pulleys and wenches. He was lucky they had them. It was lucky for him. He smiled. They even had plenty a length of rope. He'd need it for his plans to succeed. He pulled out a folded postcard from his pocket. It was a picture of a large stone column sticking out of the ground, as if the Gods had knocked down their house all except for a foot of a column. On the postcard it said, "Greetings from Devil's Tower!".
He got out of the Humvee awhile later, wearing fatigues and a coat, as opposed to the long sniper's coat he had worn yesterday. He carried a combat knife and his pistol at his side, hidden under his coat. He walked into the bar. He didn't see anyone in at this time. He walked up to the barkeeper. "Can I get some food before I set out?" The bartender gave him a look and walked into the kitchen. The bartender returned saying, "The cook is asleep. I just woke him. Give him time while you order. What do you want." "What ever you recommend for a soldier's breakfast and water as a drink." The bartender gave him his water and went back to wake the cook. Misha sighed and slouched in the bar stool. It would be a long and lonely drive.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:28 pm
KC had been sleeping in the bed of her truck. Suddenly, she kicked out in her sleep and slammed her foot into the tailgate.
"D'oh!"
Having woken herself up, she ran a hand through her hair and sat up, listening to the small echo of her exclamation. She looked around at the bleak morning.
"...Did I fall asleep back here again? I was only star-gazing! Damn..."
She hopped over the side and opened the door, grabbing some jerky out of the pocket on her jacket in the back seat. She stuffed it in her mouth and layed down across the seat, kicking her feet back and forth. What to do today...?
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:28 pm
Whisper...
Nathan kicked off his blankets with a start, eyes flying open as he sat up from a bad dream. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair after a moment, kicking himself for being so easily scared by a dream. He yanked himself out of bed, getting up and changing clothes after a quick shower. He slid into his boots and walked from the room, turning in the key. Despite making a deal for a few nights, he'd already gotten the itching feeling in his brain--Time to move on, can't stick around.
He walked out from the hotel and across the street to the bar; it was still relatively early, and the only person in there was that other man from the day prior. He nodded respectively to him and talked to the bartender in his quiet, low voice, ordering something small to eat. He sat at the bar and folded his arms, laying his head on them. He chewed on his lip and subconsciously started toying with the hilt of his knife while he waited for food.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:31 pm
"Zdrasvoiteh." greeted Misha to Nathan. "You're a good shot you know that." He smiled and pounded his class of water. He reached up and over the bar and served himself more water. "So where are you from? I'm from the CCCR. Thats USSR in your language. You?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:40 pm
Whisper...
"Alaska," Nathan replied quietly. "And thank you. It's taken a long time to get aim that well." He turned to him. "I'm Nathan. You would be?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 9:00 pm
"Misha Strelok. Nice to meet you. So what do you do to make a living in this world? Me? I'm a hand fore hire. Do what needs to be done, get the reward and continue on." Misha smiled. He looked Nathan up and down. He seems fairly trustworthy, well trained, and in good shape... he thought.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 1:18 pm
"I just wander," Nathan replied, "And do various work, mostly mechanical. Do you go for bounties a lot?" He popped his neck as the bartender brought forth his small meal. "I'm not much of a bounty hunter myself--I don't like killing when I don't have to." He shrugged and took a bite from the plate, chewing it contemplatively.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:15 pm
The bartender had brought Misha a plate filled with food. Misha smiled. "I kill. -- As a soldier -- I don't have any moral qualms -- about killing people." he said pausing to chew. "I -- have a proposition for you." Misha took out his postcard handing it to Nathan. "See this? -- Do you know -- where that is?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:25 pm
Nathan took the postcard and peered at it for a moment. "I think I recognize it. Up in the northern states...Wyoming maybe?" He shrugged. "Why do you ask?" He sent a sideways glance at Misha, gulping down a few swallows of his drink.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 12:51 am
"In my -- travels I have -- not seen a single -- stronghold." Misha finished his bite took a swig of his water. "A city that is safe and as close to cities were before all this." He took another bite, this time finishing it before speaking. He leaned in to Nathan making sure no one else heard. "I wish to build a city. One that is truly safe. Atop that. It would provide a safe haven." He leaned away and resumed eating. "Could you help me? A single man could undoubtably manage it, but it would be so much easier with someone else." He chewed another bite and asked, "Know of anyone else who would come?" {Maybe KC can overhear or something to get her involved... or something. *shrug*} {{BTW Jaws, I love that siggy. 3nodding Who made it?}}
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 8:31 am
Whisper...
"I don't know people," Nathan said. "I keep to myself, so I really don't know anyone who would want to come. It's a good idea, though, and I obviously have nothing on my agenda. I'll accompany you." He finished off his meal and downed the rest of the drink. "When were you planning to leave?"
[[Demonduck. I got it for free on a thread in chatterbox. XD ]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:57 am
{{Works for me.}}
Having seen slight movement in the bar, KC had zipped over and sat on a darkened window sill. Her sharp ears had picked up the whole conversation, but she stayed put, in fear of being noticed before she wanted.
As the sun rose higher, the sill lit somewhat, revealing her comfortably slouched form to anyone who was paying attention.
"I'll come with you, if you'll allow me the pleasure." She didn't even look at them, instead staring upwards and sinking her slightly fanged teeth into an apple she'd pulled from nowhere. She glanced sideways at them, looking for a reaction, to either the entrance or the statement.
{{Grr... Waiting, I hate thee!}}
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 6:02 pm
A soft sigh, the rustle of a cloak, dark brown eyes searched the barren land in front of her. While the town had a sparse patch of land that wasn't poisonous, the rest was desert. Her home lie upon the outskirts of this town and therefore was the least likely to be invaded or tried to be run out. No one wanted to live in the middle of uninhabitable land. Which is why she chose this spot. To keep them out and to keep herself in.
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