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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:10 pm
((I am tired, I need to go to bed, good night.))
[Okay, but the next post you make will be the end to the late night Scene, we will move on to Day 2 - Early Morning. Just do what you need to do to get our characters in wherever you want them to end up, I'll finish up my character after you finish up yours. Good night.]
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:12 am
Walking into the tavern, Journey's End, Jace glanced about her, seeking any of her 'friends' who might possibly have finished their work for the day as early as she had. They had not, and so she took an open seat near the fire, letting it warm her as she called for a drink from the bartender. Seeing the man nod, she turned away to scan the crowd in search of any of her better friends, the ones she genuinely liked when in their company. This, of course, meant that they were all female, as there was no way she would strike up a true friendship with a male.
Sighing as she made one final sweep over the room, she settled deeper into the chair knowing that with the chaos of the day and rumors of female murders, her friends were likely at home, locked safe behind theirs doors. Taking the drink that had been set down by one of the barmaids, Jace took a sip, watching as a new group made their way into the tavern, already seemingly emboldened by previous drinks.
The moment the rowdy gang entered the bar, the environment changed, taking on a hostile note as people prepared to either make a quick escape before things got dirty, as they clearly would, or as the others shifted their weight, ready to repel the troublemakers from their haven. Jace was among those who would stay and fight, not out of want, but of duty as a member of the militia.
OoC: Perhaps one of the GM's could take control of the gang as a NPC? Or if you would simply like me to either edit the post or simply continue the scene with me at the helm... As I have nothing to do in the roleplay with nobody near me, and the one person who might be is away...
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:46 pm
[Sadly I did notice this and I was hoping he would meet up with you-but he is away as of now, So I'll be happy to try and take over the Gang's actions. If you want me it do head in a certain direction just tell me. I'll start next post.]
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:02 pm
OoC: Eh, nothing too bad really, all they really are is a bunch of drunk men who feel like trashing a place, in this case Journey's End... Some of them may have knives or clubs, but really, nothing that a member of the militia and some select members of the people in the bar.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:29 pm
[Alright I'll do my best..
A man from the front of the rowdy bunch stepped forward, sneering drunkenly at the people around him. Stepping up to the bar and taking a seat, he soon established himself as the bunch of drunkard's "leader".
"Ey, boss!" one of the grunts whispered,"let's get one o' dem barmaids." he finished smilingly stupidly, and letting out a drunk giggle.
The "Boss", as he was called, flicked his arm back to smack the young idiot in the face. "Now, now, you can do better then that filthy wench." He smiled to himself, but it was interrupted when he noticed he didn't have a drink in front of him. Stamping his hand down on the counter he yelled at the bartender,"Where's my drink, old man!"
The bartender wincing in anger he brought a drink over. "That's better. I'll let this one slide since you handed it over quickly-" he stopped,"but I'm not payin'."
The bartender fell back in shock then called out,"Pay for that, or I'll have you put out, thief!"
The "Boss" sneering at the old man replied angrily,"No one calls me a thief!" Reaching into his pocket he was disturbed by a courageous young fellow who was only about about 16 or 17. "Pay for it." he demanded. The leader eyeing the boy laughed and waved his hand. Soon his mindless lackeys advanced on the boy, ready to make him 'apologize'. "You should learn to keep your mouth shut, kid. Oh well, looks like we'll just have to teach you." the buffoon's words trailing off, like he was something important. Grinning and baring his rotten teeth, he shoved the boy onto the ground...]
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 3:16 pm
Gerard took off, fleeing into the darkness. He held the girls hand tight, making sure not to lose her. She seemed..odd. Was she in shock? Was she afraid? What had happened to her? The darkness was thick now, the posterns were now just a glow in the distance. He tripped over a stone, falling to the ground. He was tired, so tired. He had done so much that day, but he couldn't stop.
He tried to get up, he was too tired to move. His eyes closed, he felt sleep grip him. He tried to fight back, he had to run, get away, but it was all in vain. The vampire, the rapist, he had to keep moving. He stood up for a moment and ran a little more, grabbing the girl's hand, picking her from the ground, and taking her a few more feet, but then falling flat. The grass felt so soft, like a pillow. He drifted off into sleep again, this time with no resistance.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 4:00 pm
OoC: Doesn't that seem a bit too... powerplayish for this roleplay? I mean, you're doing a complete string of events without waiting for her reaction... And... I think you were supposed to stay in the first day for one more post, bringing it to a close before moving on to the next day...
As she realized things were about to get ugly, Jace let out a sigh of exasperation and passed her unfinished drink to the nearest bystander. Getting up, she took off her cloak, passing it the same person she had passed her drink. "Keep track of this, as payment for the drink, understand?" She said before making her way to the front of the bar where the thugs stood.
Stepping between the advancing ruffians and the boy sprawled on the ground, she made a quick survey of the group. Most were on the heavy side, their clothes in poor repair, but it was the ones with poorly concealed weapons that she focused on, particularly the "Boss" having a sword strapped at his side. Taking a deep breath, she decided to give politics a try, however unlikely they were to succeed.
"Back off, and leave the kid alone." she said, glancing back at him to see that he had picked himself back up off the ground and was now standing just a few feet behind her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 4:02 pm
((Oh, I misread his instructions. I'll fix it....))
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 2:45 am
[That was very good of you to call him on that white, I probably would've just left it as it is, but it's always handy to have constructive criticism on both ends. Oh, and don't worry about doing the fight scene in one post, I'll let you exceed the first day by a little bit.]
Her feet kept moving, but she had no control over them. Honestly she felt like she was a puppet, and just beyond her vision there was someone pulling the strings on her feet. She wasn't too 'in touch' with the world. Even as she was thrown over when he tripped, did she only half-awaken. Though she was dazed and confused, and was better of just being in shock.
Her own lids closed, falling under the heavy fog of the night. A bird chirped, before a hand reached down to pick her up. Walking her a few more paces, he collapsed under the pressure of sleep. She fell after him, though tumbling and rolling a bit away from him. Looking over in his direction, she outstretched her hand before submitting to her desire to rest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 1:53 pm
OoC: Edited in my post above. And, if you're going to call me by anything, I would prefer the name Zude.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:32 pm
[Alright, alright, hold on to your breeches, we all have something to learn about each other here. Okay, Zude, that was good of you o call him on that, and I thank you for your constructive criticism.]
The 'Leader' now looking at his drones, laughed loudly in Jace's general area, causing the other buffoons to follow suit. Holding up his hand, they all stopped in unison, awaiting his words.
"Do you know who your talking to? I'm 'Black Knife' Rem! Leader of this here gang, the 'Black Knives'!" he declared pointing his finger intrusively in Jace's face.
Stepping lightly behind Jace, the young boy whispered quietly,"Not a very.. creative name is it?" He took a step back to get to his original standing spot.
Rem glared at the boy as if he almost heard what the kid had said, almost. Placing his left hand on his chin, he stroked his light brown stubble,"Where was we? Oh yes." Moving his right hand to his sword hilt he mocked,"What would you say if I told you to 'Sod off'?" The men in the background letting out small chuckles..
[I hope that's alright with you.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:40 pm
OoC: Ah, I can't believe I sounded so rude, please accept my apologies, I never meant for it to sound like it does as I now realize...
It had taken all her self control to keep from slapping away the drunkard's finger when he had pointed it so close to her face. A look of scorn lingered upon her face as the leader mentioned his gang's name, laughing inwardly at the stupidity of the man. Fool, if you were truly someone I should fear, you wouldn't have such a 'deadly' name.. Stopping her thoughts, she smiled at the youth's comment. Despite their innate corruption, they could say the funniest of things.
"If you did tell me to 'Sod off', I would have to introduce myself as a member of the militia." Jace replied calmly, her hand straying towards the sword on her belt. If it came to bloodshed, despite her training, she would need the help of her fellow customers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:18 pm
Gerard woke up, his clothes wet with the dew that had settled on him. His head hurt, a bit of blood dripped onto his eye. He screamed in pain and tried to clean it out, but rubbing it didn't do anything but make it worse. He opened his eye, but it slammed shut again, tears ran down his face. The burning faded, his eye opened and blinked rapidly, like windshield wipers, removing the excess blood and tears on his eyes. Somehow, Gerard had gotten up to his feet without realizing it.
He looked around, he was in the middle of a rocky yard inbetween a brick wall and an old wooden manor. He put his hand to his forehead, it was bleeding horribly. He found the cut, it was long and wide. It wasn't very deep, he was lucky for that. He had no memory of getting to here, though he remembered the girl, who was nearby, and little else. The one thing that stood out in his mind the most was the vampire, who was he, why did he save them?
He walked over to the girl, her arm had a cut on it, it was bleeding profusely. He ripped a strip from his vest and wrapped it up in a crude bandage, trying to stem the bleeding. He shook her to wake her up, "Wake up, wake up! We have to keep moving."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:27 pm
[Ah, it's nothing, the internet can change the way things are said, changing their original intentions. Don't worry about it.
Taken aback, Rem stayed in a shocked position for awhile, obviously worrying that he had insulted a member of the militia. Quickly he looked around, studying the crowd for any outstanding members. Not finding any, he bared his slimy teeth and remarked,"Looks like you're the only one here to stop us, you sure you don't want to stay your hand?"
The sound of moving chairs could be heard from all around the bar. "Well, actually, you're spoiling our drinks. So, she isn't alone." Spoke a man from out of the crowd. Soon many of the members armed themselves with makeshift weapons, like broken chair legs, broken bottles, and some even pulled their own concealed weapons out.
You notice a large glass bottle on the bar to your right, it is within comfortable arm reach]
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:55 pm
Gently stirring, her lids opened slowly as she was taking in the surrounding area. Her eyes shot wide open, she lifted herself slowly, stumbling a bit and placing a hand on her forehead to massage her headache. She looked at the man in front of her, gradually recalling the events of last night.
Stricken with confusion she accosted him,"I'm sorry to take up our time but," she paused to look around, unsure of what threats they were running from. "Why do we have to keep moving, sir? Surely you don't believe that," freezing she remembered the vampire, her thoughts very similar to Gerard's,"..a vampire can move in broad daylight?" she finished with a hushed voice.
Feeling a small stinging pain she glanced down at her arm, it was wrapped in a green cloth stained by red. Bleeding. She thought, prodding her wound she also wondered how it happened, though she soon disregarded it and returned her attention to the man in front of her.
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