|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:46 am
Dimtri turned and faced her. "then those were your shots I had heard then?" He said noting the blood and the mess of her hair.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:43 am
Netas blinked a couple times at the sight of Johnny. Oh yeah, that's right..I ditched him.. Netas rubbed the back of her neck while her golden eyes looked off to the side. "It's Netas.." When he mentioned fixing the bike her gaze moved back to him, her eyes widened slightly. He really had fixed the bike? She hadn't thought he was serious. Netas turned and peered out the door and there it was, looking like it had before she used it as ammo. "Well, that's.." Netas ran her dark-skinned fingers through her black hair, the thought of James having no idea about her little stunt making her grin. "That's great Johnny, I owe you." She looked at the bike one last time before returning her gaze to the bloodied woman. "Well then..Sally..I'll find you something to clean up with." Netas resisted the urge to scratch at her tingling back and stomach as she looked around. The bathrooms maybe? Netas walked off in the direction of where she thought the bathrooms were in search of towels. She finally found them and walked into the ladies' room, taking as many towels as she could and running water on them. Netas wrung them out and looked at the soaked pile she held in her arms. "Hmm.." She shrugged and kicked the door open then headed back to where the group stood, losing a wet towel or two as she went. Netas hesitated, feeling akward, before dropping the rags with a squish onto a nearby table.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:45 pm
((oh, srry peoples... lost track of time when i started playing Roller Coater Tycoon... sweatdrop ))
"Oh..." Sally looked down at herself, "Military came to my door. I killed them. Along with my co-workers who were trying to help them kill me. Not like it's my blood." She turned to Netas, "Thanks..." Sally walked to the table and grabbed a towel, wiping it down her blood soaked arms. She took it off and threw it in a nearby bin that was supposed to be fore empty glass beer bottles. The bartenders looked at her, then the bin, annoyed, and Sammie, who was just about to close up when Sally had walked in, brought out the garbage bin that was behind the bar. Sally went through about four towels, throwing them into the bin, before one of her arms was completely clean.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:20 am
(No worries.)
Netas watched the ceiling as Sally cleaned herself up. "You made sure that no flat feet would be able to follow you, right..?" Her gaze slowly drifted to the bloody girl beside her, Netas' golden eyes nearly glowed in the dim lighting. Most of the people in the bar were gunman; it would be really bad if authorities showed up and they had to take them out in such a public place. Netas moved away from the table and the group to go stand outside of the bar, leaning against the building with her arms crossed over her chest while her golden eyes watched for any signs of trouble.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 11:15 am
Sally looked toward the two male gunmen who were seemingly staring at her.
"What? You expecting me to strip in front of you?" She went into the bathroom where Netas had come from, carrying the towels and waving at Sammie to bring the garbage bin and a change of clothes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 12:54 pm
[Argh, writers block again. I'll think of something...eventually.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:53 pm
((if i was you... i probably would say something about not wanting to see my character naked... that would be nice... I mean, I hope your character doesn't want to see my character naked... if he does... stare well... it's not gonna happen. lol))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:50 pm
(Just as a heads up I'm leaving for vacation on the 30th and should be back by the 9th.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:52 pm
[Ill think of something...ok, this is going to be totally seat of the pants, so if its short and makes as much sense as Darth Vader on a Hawaiian beach filling a beer mug with water, thats why]
----
"Well, Netas, you don't owe me anything, really...actually, never mind, it could never hurt to have a favor owed" Johnny said, sitting down on a chair next to the bar.
Having forgotten to pay the bartender from earlier, he started fishing out some money when he heard Sally talk.
"No, I didn't expect you to strip in front of us..." he said casually, counting a few coins.
"If you where going to, fine by me, but I'm not a total pervert, just a mild ladies man."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:16 pm
"Riiiiight... That's what any man who wanted to keep their pride would say!" Sally yelled from the bathroom to Johnny as she continued to clean her self and change her look from the bloodied mess to a teenager who went had a rattling and was wearing their friend's slightly too small clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror and found that her breasts were practically framed in the pink shirt she had and that the jeans Sammie had given her were hiphuggers that showed her belly when she walked. She sighed and walked out of the bathroom looking like a girl just asking to get hit on by an older, or not so older, man.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:02 pm
A strange, slightly confused look came over Netas' face when she heard some of the conversation. Something about stripping..? She leaned over and peered inside to see Sally in her new clothes and Johnny counting coins. Her lips pressed into a straight line and one of her eyes twitched a little as some of her black hair fell across her face. What the hell?!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:12 pm
Shae walked casually down the street. Not many people looked at him; that was good. In fact, there seemed to be few people out at all. Strange.
Not wanting to stand out, he headed for a nearby bar. Maybe he could gather information there as well.
Shae leaned in the doorway. "Anyone here?" he called quietly as he advanced into the silent bar.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:19 pm
Netas' body began to itch even more severly, causing her to rub up against the bar. She moved to follow the man inside, her hand on one of her guns. She reached over and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, you. Got a name..?" she murmured firmly yet in a lowered voice; she didn't want him to try running off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:26 pm
Shae froze, his first instinct to grab his gun. He slowly raised his right hand and smiled over his shoulder. "Marcus Shae. Call me Joker or Shae, your choice." He turned to face her. "It's rude to ask someone's name and not offer your own, you know."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:30 pm
Netas watched him warily, automatically taking a step back from how close they were. Something about that smile..her heart gave a weird thud and her hand tightened slightly on her gun. "It's Netas..." She said slowly as her golden eyes looked him over. Her free hand moved to brush a few strands of black hair away from her dark-skinned face. For a moment she looked behind him at the others before her gaze turned back to him, her eyes intense as she spoke in a lowered voice. "Are you a gunman..?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
