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 Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 2:26 pm
'you think?..' the young girl repeated, picking up her book as she cuddled it close to her chest. It had been a good choice afterall, the little girl slowly starting to fade out of existance. She seemed panicked for those few moments, the milk and food that had been put infront of her having been drunk a few moments before the fading, bringing her palm up to reach out towards the man in a sudden desperte panic.
Soon though she had brinked out to nothing, leaving no trace bar the one biscuit that had been left ontop of the plate. No one could have even guessed ear nor tail of her had been there.
*Exit Thea*
((ooc: Sorry this took so long >.< blame gaia))
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 3:00 pm
((No worries!))
*Bard watches Thea fade, feeling guilty that he hadn't betterprepared her for it. At least she'll be back with her Mum*
Well... Tavin will be interested in this....
*he unfolds his legs, and rises to his knees. He picks up the glasses and plate and--juggling them a bit--manages to stand. He carries them over to the bar's sink to wash them. Setting them down on the counter, he looks at the last remaining cookie*
Well... no need to let it go to waste....
*he pops it into his mouth, then cleans the dishes*
*Dishes cleaned and put away, Bard heads to the Guest Rooms to check on people.*
** Exit Bard to Guest Rooms **
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 8:50 pm
*Luke entered into the brink, chuckling at something... But that laughter comes to an immediate halt.*
*He frowns, looking around at his new surroundings.*
*Luke can remember a time when he almost didn't mind coming into the Brink, but now.... he dreaded it.*
*He looks around, and his eyes fall upon...... a JAGUAR?!*
*Luke's eye widen as he nears the car...*
*He breaths out.* No s**t.... *He circles around it, giving it a once over....* *He smooths his hand down the crome, mesmerized.* *It was beat up.....but still.....*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:01 pm
*Luke tried the car door, and it opened cooperatively.*
*As there was no one around to stop him, Luke got into the driver's seat.... He sat there, amazed by the E-Type.... It was ******** spectacular...*
*Curiosity gets to him. He looked around for the keys... He just had to hear that engine....*
*After some rummaging he found a spare set in the glove compartment. He put the key in the ignition and fired it up.*
*Which was the correct terminology.*
*There's a grueling, grinding sound, there was a spark and smoke filtered up through the hood, completely blocking Luke's view of the Brink.*
*Luke nearly gasp.* s**t... *He immediately turned the car off and got out of the Jag.*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:23 pm
** Enter Bard from Guest Rooms, 31 **
*Bard rushes into the room, only to choke on the smoke pouring from the hood of the Jaguar. *
Oh, ******** me!
*He rushes over to the bar looking for a fire extinguisher*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:31 pm
*Luke reacts quickly. He reaches down and pops open the hood. He bolts from his seat and grabs a handful rags from the bar. He uses them as make-shift protective gloves. Luke shields his face... and lifts the hood and secures it with a metal hook inside the Jag...*
*His eyes water from the smoke. He turns his face away and has a small coughing fit....*
*The smoke filters out.... Apparently, when he started the car, the motor oil caught on fire.*
Doesn't this place have an extinguisher?!
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:43 pm
*Bard ducks behind the bar, searching for an extinguisher. Sure enough, he finds a tiny one secured under the bar. He grabs it, rushes over to the smoking car, and sprays the interior until the extinguisher has nothing left to give.*
*He steps back, still coughing, even as the smoke begins to dissipate. Only then does he notice Luke*
*He takes a deep breath, turning away*
Well I need a drink....
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:54 pm
*Luke lets out a deep breath, glad he's not going to be fried alive in the Brink. He takes off his coat, and he picks up one of the rags. He brings it over to the sink, and he uses it to wash his smoke-singed face.*
s**t.
*He looks over at the Jag, marveling first at the small lines of smoke still seeping out, and then.... at its ridiculous placement in the Brink.*
I guess the Brink got sick of people. Maybe it's bringing in E-Types now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:12 pm
*Bard pauses as the words come out of Luke's mouth. He pulls two Dos Equis from the fridge and thrusts one into Luke's hands*
Put this in your mouth for a while...
*He walks back over toward the tables grabs a chair and sits down facing the car. He takes a sip of beer*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:16 pm
*Luke takes the beer... He smirks at the comment... He pops the cap off and takes a swig.*
*Luke still can't take his eyes off that car... Though it's just finishing smoking, Luke nears it. He uses his hand to blow away the last of it.... and takes a look at what's left of the engine...*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:32 pm
*Bard takes another swig, stands up, and walks over to join Luke, speaking conversationally*
Well... it looks like the wiring's burned up now too.. engine's gone.. suspension's gone... the body work... for what it'll cost me to restore it again, I could buy a new one.
*he sighs* Crap in a handbasket, man! I mean... did you have to start it...?
*he shakes his head and sits down again*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:38 pm
*Luke thinks 'urk'.... it's HIS car?!* *He siiiighs. Thinks s**t...*
*He lets that sit for a few moments, and then, he takes a few steps towards the bar.*
*In an honest, calm voice.*
Look, man. If you were me and you walked in here and you saw a 1967 Jaguar E-Type with a Six-cylinder Engine, Four-speed manual Transmission, Rear Drive, Wishbones and Coil Spring Rear Suspension, in British Racing Green with extras only offered on the factory prototype.... *Luke levels with him in an apologetic tone.* Could you NOT have started it up?
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:55 pm
*Bard shoots Luke a poisonous look, but he answers calmly and flatly* Yes, if it wasn't. my. car.
*He takes a long swig, finishing the bottle. Setting it down, he stands up. He doesn't look at Luke.*
It's not your fault. I killed it by bringing it here... *he pats Luke on the shoulder, still not looking at him*
I-- I'm gonna go grab another beer....
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:01 pm
*Luke nods... His shoulders are kinda deflated.... *
*He watches Bard go for another beer, and says.*
No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started it up, man...
When my car got taken out... *He's careful about what he said.* Well, let's just say I was a little more furious than you are now....
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 11:17 pm
*Bard reaches for another beer, reconsiders, and closes the fridge*
It's just a car. *he shrugs* I put it together once. I can do it again.
I'm glad we didn't burn the place down...
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