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| Munk | Nov 9 2009, 11:16 PM Post #16 |
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The girl was crawling away fater than Hagan ever thought posible bent like that. She scrambled over rocks and dirt until she almost fell again. Hagan studied this strange escape dance for a while keeping his Hatchet out. "Hagan! Drop the hatchet before I drop you! I saved your life once, I can just as easily take it away!" A voice called. A very familiar voice. Hagan turned to see Keagan. Clad like a knight in black against the sunlight, holding his bow prepared to shoot if it meant saving the damsel who scurryed away faster and faster. Hagan rather fancied the thought of himself as the dragon, a fearsome beast ready to hurt and devour the crab-walk princess, but the Knight in Sour Armor was willing and able to put a bolt through his brain cavity. He decided it would be best not to try his luck right now. If he had his shotgun instead of his hatchet he might have made a quick shot but he was not in melee range. He dropped his shoulders and put the hatchet away. "Keagan! You pompous ass! How the hell are you this fine mornin?" He clearly meant the greeting as nothing more than a friendly jab at the ego and he hoped Keagan would realize it. "Come over here! I haven't seen you in days! I was hoping I'd get a few weeks before I saw you again." He laughed from his gullet and smiled ear to ear. In his greeting of Keagan, Hagan had momentarily forgotten about the girl. She had stopped now. Hagan motioned his empty hand toward her and adressed Keagan. "What do you think, buddy? Is she a trap? I am not getting close to her until I know I am not going to be getting a spear through my eye for just tryin to help." |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 9 2009, 11:28 PM Post #17 |
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Tired Traveler
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Hagan looked and saw Orion. He apparently didn't want to try Orion's patience today... which was a very smart move on his part. He procceded to put his hatchet away. "Keagan! You pompous ass! How the hell are you this fine mornin? Come over here! I haven't seen you in days! I was hoping I'd get a few weeks before I saw you again." Hagan said as though it was a friendly, everyday greeting. Orion knew better. "Shoot him." "No." "Shoot him." "Shut up." Hagan motioned toward Brie "What do you think, buddy? Is she a trap? I am not getting close to her until I know I am not going to be getting a spear through my eye for just tryin to help." he said. He was either trying to make a reference to the time Orion took a spear in the leg, or he was just that annoying. "Come on, you know you want to shoot him." "Shut up." Orion took a few more steps toward Brie, holding his hand as close to the crossbow's firing mechanism as he could in case Hagan decided to pull something real cool. "Just fucking shoot him already." "Hey me, why don't I shut the fuck up?" "No Hagan, she isn't a trap at all." He stood close to Brie and her soaked self and extended a helping hand "Come on Brie, get up out of there." |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 9 2009, 11:37 PM Post #18 |
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When Orion appeared, Brie managed to start breathing again and get oxygen into her lungs and to her brain and then back out of her lungs and then she repeated the process multiple times. She stopped trying to frantically get away. She froze instead of trying to get away,, but she was at least breathing. Which was a rather large step up for her. Orion and Hatchet Guy exchanged words that Cattivebrie couldn't understand- not because she couldn't hear, but because her mind was too clouded with fear- and Cattiebrie worked hard to get her terror under control. By the time that Orion moved towards her, she'd managed to get her brain functioning enough to know that Hatchet Guy was called Hagan. Orion extended a hand. "Come on Brie, get up out of there." He spoke almost kindly, and Brie took his hand gratefully, accepting his help, before scootching behind him, taking cover from behind him. Orion had reached the point where she would take a bullet for him, or a hatchet, as the case may be. But it lookd like this Hagan guy knew Orion, and was unnerved by her. So she might as well stay back as much as possible. Wouldn't stop her from trying to shove Orion down if it was needed, but for now... For now, Orion had things under control. And she'd just been rescued. Again. "Sorry you had to rescue me. Again." She spoke bitterly, more annoyed with herself than anything else. It's a good thing they weren't keeping a tally of how many times Orion had saved her butt. Because that number would just be depressing to her. Stupid coward. Congratulations. You've just been damsel in distressified yet again. "You know him?" She jerked her head towards Hagan, not letting her eyes off of him, but speaking to Orion. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| Harper | Nov 10 2009, 07:42 AM Post #19 |
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As Cattiebrie started to move away, Cay tilted his head - his expression instantly flickering to something more curious instead of probing. Apparently Cattiebrie, by virtue of being female, automatically received some measure of trust (or at least interest). As she gave a keening whine, he answered in return - the sound was almost reflexive, and as it bubbled from his throat, a curious and sympathetic "Hhn-rro-rrn?", it was most decidedly not even a start at human speech the way Cattiebrie's was. If Hagan had any doubts, it was clearly a very canine whine, just one that was twisted by a human mouth. But as Orion yelled, Cay froze, almost visibly bristling. His expression remained neutral but he dropped his hand away from his kitchen knife, quickly returning to a crouch. Nervously, he pawed at the dirt before starting to back up into the grasses that surrounded the stream, trying to get himself out of the line of fire without attracting too much attention. There were, after all, two men yelling words he knew were angry even if they were painting them to be almost friendly. And there was a girl who was crying. Both of these things were bad. His chest heaved in nervous panting, snorting out every breath as he tried to sit back and figure out what was going on. But as the conversation apparently became more heated, he looked to Orion and Cattiebrie, then to Hagan, he slowly put up his hands. "No fight," he declared, his tone not begging but instead more informative. He pointed towards the small stream. "Came for water. No fight." |
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| Munk | Nov 10 2009, 03:11 PM Post #20 |
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Keagan walked over to the girl and said: "No Hagan, she isn't a trap at all." He stood close to the girl, givng her a hand and helping her up. "Come on Brie, get up out of there." Ah, so he knew the girl. That explains it. Keagan seemed to have a decent judgement of people but Hagan was never one for trusting others. He wasn't ready to accept this girl yet or that new boy. Now they were talking but Hagan couldn't hear them. He just the girl for any sign of trouble. "No fight.Came for water. No fight." Hagan heard from behind him. The voice seemed like he was telling them something instead of asking. Hagan interpreted his voice as saying something like "I don't care you fight but leave me out of it. I just came to get a drink of water. I do not wish to fight." "Don't worry Cay" Hagan said."I'm not going to start anything." He was waiting to be introduced to the girl but he would not be surprised if Keagan just turned and the two walked away. He could handle that. The girl seemed a little soft, after all she had nearly shit herself just because Hagan had a hatchet in his hand. Not a good thing to be like that in the wasteland. If she freaked out like that over something so normal in the wastes, Hagan was dubious as to how much help she would really be. Nothing more than a liability and Hagan was going to be damned before he turned into a babysitter. He was getting impatient waiting to be introduced. "Alright Keagan. If you're sure she aint dangerous then I don't suppose you'd mind if I introduce myself." He smiled and walked over closer careful to keep his hands away from his weapons, so the gal didn't freak out again and start shooting in random directions. "My name is Hagan." He said smiling. "I'm sorry about almost splitting your skull back there but you can't be too careful. I seen raiders pull the same stunt to rob sympathetic travelers. I wasn't about to let you trick me. So if you're just playing some kind of weird game to use my supplies then you best get to walking. I ain't falling for it." Hagan didn't mean to be so blunt about it but he never was one for subtlety. He cleared his throat of the warning. "So anyway, now that the tension has passed somewhat, what's your name?" He looked her up and down, glancing for any weaknesses. Maybe a limp or something he could exploit if the time came to take her down. At her hip sat a strange little weapon. Hagan raised his eyebrow and said. "Ain't that nifty? You got one of them 'Laser Guns'. Never shot one myself but I know they burn and sting like hell when they hit you. You any good with it?" He meant the question as both a way of testing her and out of true curiousity. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 10 2009, 07:14 PM Post #21 |
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Tired Traveler
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Brie took Orion’s hand and climbed out of the muck and ducked behind him. She seemed more than willing to use him as a meat shield. Orion found that that wasn’t unexpected, although he still found it annoying. “Sorry you had to rescue me. Again.” He wasn’t the only one who was tired of this thing they seemed to keep running into. “She’s using you, you know.” “Why are you always saying things like that?” “Because it’s true. You know how people work out here.” “Being wrong is always a possibility.” “Stop rationalizing. Logic cannot shield you from this world!” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” "You know him?" at first he thought he was talking to himself again, only to realize that it was Brie. Interrupting his thoughts once more. It was becoming an annoying habit of hers. “That would be Hagan. I did a job with him a little while back… which is actually the reason I’m out here. To be honest, he’s worse off than either of us. He froze up in a fight with some cannibals. I saved his ass. He doesn’t thank to well.” He whispered over his shoulder. Orion saw the feral man protest at the tense situation. “No fight. Came for water. No fight.” Hagan looked back at the man and said “Don’t worry Cay. I’m not going to start anything.” “That’s less than reassuring.” Orion thought. “In the fakest way possible.” "Alright Keagan. If you're sure she ain’t dangerous then I don't suppose you'd mind if I introduce myself. My name is Hagan. I'm sorry about almost splitting your skull back there but you can't be too careful. I seen raiders pull the same stunt to rob sympathetic travelers. I wasn't about to let you trick me. So if you're just playing some kind of weird game to use my supplies then you best get to walking. I ain't falling for it.” Then he did it. He asked for her name. Orion was entirely too sure that that would go over very well. He had always assumed that the reason she had told him her name is because they shared so many things, almost none of them good. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 10 2009, 08:02 PM Post #22 |
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Hagan asked for Cattiebire's name, and she flitted through her memory to see if Orion had called her anything but "Brie" yet, blinking dirt and sweat and unshed tears and water out of her eyes. She was fairly certain he hadn't, so she decided to take a chance. No way in hell was she going to tell Hagan her real name. That just wasn’t something she gave to people until they’d earned it. Orion had earned it. This guy hadn’t. She gazed at Hagan from behind Orion, her head sticking out to the side since there was no way she could see over his shoulder- he was a good eight inches taller than her, possibly more, although the soles of her boots boosted her up quite a bit. Cattiebrie examined Hagan long and hard, doing her best to discern his thoughts and not succeeding so well. He was taller than her- but then again, who the hell wasn't- with a hat shading his blue eyes. He was wearing a vest with extra pockets sewn on, and Cattiebrie wondered what was inside the pockets, but didn't care enough to ask. Cattiebrie met Hagan's gaze for a long while, before finally speaking. "Brie. That's all you be needing to know." She turned her attention to the young man sititng on his haunches, trying to figure him out. The look in his eyes was not stupid. But his words, or lack there of... He was interesting. And she wanted to figure him out. She shifted lightly on her feet, running her tongue over her teeth. She was still thirsty- but wasn't thirsty enough to kneel next to the water again. She trusted Orion to watch her back- provided he didn't get fed up with her. She didn't trust Hagan not to try anything. And while she found Unnerving Gaze Guy interesting, she didn't trust him, either. No, letting her guard down enough to suck down more water was not happening on so many different levels. Cattiebrie wasn’t sure if she should draw her gun or not- in the end, she decided to take her cue from Orion, and do what he did. Seeing as how his crossbow was still out, she slid her gun into her hand, and answered Hagan’s other question. “Define good. I hit more often than not. I shoot to kill. I’m a success more than I’m a failure. I miss more than I’d like, but I’m supposin’ I’m pretty good.” Fear was still lurking in her eyes, but overlaying the fear was quite a bit of “Don’t mess with me, I am not in the mood”. That would be visible if anyone cared enough to look. She tended to have two reactions to things, and those reactions led to the other reaction. Either she got freaked out and as soon as she calmed down she was many different levels of pissed as hell- and mostly at herself for freaking out over a piece of paper in the wind or some other such stupid thing. Or she got pissed as hell and did something idiotic, and as soon she calmed down, she went into many different versions of freak out mode. Luckily, it wasn’t a cycle- once she’d shifted from one into the other, and came down from that, she was done with that series of emotions. She stroked her gun idly, meeting Hagan’s eyes with a face made of stone. “You can never be too careful out here in the middle of nowhere, now can you?” She referred to his comment about raider’s using the damsel in distress tactic. Unfortunately, she didn’t use it on purpose. It simply was what she was sometimes. Which sucked majorly. Each time she found herself in that position, she swore to herself she wouldn’t get in that emotional and mental mode again. And then the next time something happened, she had a complete and total meltdown. It sucked molerat droppings. Cattiebrie shifted closer to Orion subtley, and whispered to him, making sure her voice didn’t carry farther than his ears, ‘When you say he doesn’t thank to well, do you mean he’s liable to start aiming to kill us? Or do you just mean that he snarked a lot?” |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| Harper | Nov 10 2009, 08:13 PM Post #23 |
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Cay's nostrils flared as he watched. Something was going on - something bigger than what he had just seen. They already knew each other, which made him uneasy - it did not seem to be an especially happy meeting. At least he could be sure they weren't slavers springing a trap for him, but the alternative wasn't much better. As Cattibrie looked over to him, he caught her eye, peering at her curiously. She was a woman, and that was interesting. It was interesting enough for him to slowly lurch forward, a little closer to Orion. Introductions seemed to be going back and forth, and as much as he hated it, they seemed to have calmed down at his warning. So this time he pointed - but with his fingers curled, gesturing with his whole hand almost as if it was a paw - reiterating the introductions. "Hagan. Cay." He gestured at himself. "Brie. K..." Although the words dropped from his mouth as if he were spitting out marbles, he dropped the last name abruptly, tilting his head curiously at Orion. For a moment he frowned before almost too boldly shuffling forward, his movement oddly chimpanzee-like as he used his knuckles to crouchingly move forward. When he stood, it was stiffly, as if he was unused to not hunching over. His hands remained far from his belt, and he almost instinctively tucked them up near his chest in a nonthreatening gesture. He kept himself lower than Orion - that was easy enough, being a teenager as he was - pose submissive even as he boldly looked into the other man's eyes. His lips pursed in curious thought, looking more childlike than menacing. "Mooneyes," he finally proclaimed, gesturing at Orion. From his tone, it was, to him, a declaration of fact - but he imbued it with a certain power, as if in that one word there was some epic prophecy nobody knew of yet (including himself). The oddly soothsaying attitude seemed to almost fit, as if he were so wild he could listen to things fate and nature itself told him. |
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| Munk | Nov 10 2009, 08:45 PM Post #24 |
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The girl looked, stared even, for a long time before speaking. "Brie. That's all you be needing to know." Her voicee was sweet and she seemed to be injecting a serious tone into it. It was clear she didn't use her voice to often. Hagan smiled. "That's a nice name. Seems 'tasty' somehow." He wondered why he had used that word. It was an odd choice even for him. She was peeking from behind Keagan and she clearly trusted him. They knew each other that was for damn sure. Maybe a little better than Hagan first thought. She was staring behind Hagan at Cay. He wasn't sure what Cay was doing that fasicated her so much but he didn't bother to look. She looked back at him now, then to Keagan's bow then at her hip. She gently lifted the laser pistol from the holster and made a rather nice show of making sure Hagan knew she had it. “Define good. I hit more often than not. I shoot to kill. I’m a success more than I’m a failure. I miss more than I’d like, but I’m supposin’ I’m pretty good.” It brought a chuckle from Hagan's gut and into his throat. She was putting on a good show but the way she stood behind Keagan making herself small and nervously touching her weapon told Hagan she was more scared of him than he thought. "Maybe it's because I'm a ghoul", he thought. Then a darker thought came to him. "If she is a bigot, I swear I am going to skin her and make some nice boots. Give the meat to Cay, he would like that. Maybe keep some for myself." His eyes widened at the thought. "No. Not again. The first time was because I had too. I am not doing it again." She was whispering something to Keagan when Cay interuppted. Pointing his hand to each person he repeated name. "Hagan, Cay, Brie, Kea-" He was having difficulty with Keagan's name and Hagan understood why. "It's Keagan, Cay. Keagan." He found himself oddly enjoying teaching Cay. Then slowly he moved crouching low. "Mooneyes." He said rather hauntingly. He was closing in on Keagan staring as he did. "Well, that's kinda creepy." Hagan thought as he watched the boy, fascinated by the animalistic movements. "Whatever." He said. He took a swig of the water he had collected in the empty whisket bottle and offered a drink to Bri and Keagan. Pushing the bottle towards them. "Need a drink?" He asked. He wasn't sure why they would need a drink from his bottle when there was a stream right there but he thought he'd be nice and offer anyway. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 12 2009, 11:41 PM Post #25 |
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Tired Traveler
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"Brie. That's all you be needing to know." She said. Which Orion didn’t blame her a bit for not telling him the truth. While it may have been Orion’s little nickname for her, it would do in the case. Although, Hagan’s response was more than a little creepy and uncalled for. "That's a nice name. Seems 'tasty' somehow." Tasty? Was Hagan going to try and eat her? Because that was simply something Orion could not, and would not allow. This woman was the metaphorical ‘key’ to something in his past… and he still needed to figure out what it was. “Guy’s losing it. I told you to shoot him.” “And I told you to shut up.” “You’re arguing to yourself again.” “…” Regardless Brie continued to answer Hagan’s other question. “Define good. I hit more often than not. I shoot to kill. I’m a success more than I’m a failure. I miss more than I’d like, but I’m supposin’ I’m pretty good.” Orion had to give her credit for something, she was smarter than she looked… although he wasn’t sure if she knew that. Regardless she had just simultaneously revealed a basic understanding of how most everything is perspective and that she had just expertly dodged actually answering Hagan’s question. This answer seemed to amuse Hagan slightly, either he didn’t believe her or just thought it was pathetic… maybe he had been drinking again. “When you say he doesn’t thank to well, do you mean he’s liable to start aiming to kill us? Or do you just mean that he snarked a lot?” Brie whispered from behind him. Orion wanted to tell her that it wasn’t the better of the two, however he didn’t get a chance to answer before Cay spoke once more. "Hagan, Cay, Brie, K…” Cay seemed to be attempting to facilitate communications to confirm names or something similar to that. He seemed to have trouble with Orion’s last name… or was it something else? "It's Keagan, Cay. Keagan." Hagan corrected him. Apparently Hagan thought he was having trouble with his name as well. Orion thought it was something else… he seemed distracted by something on himself. For whatever reason he was staring at Orion. “Mooneyes.” Cay said in a strange, trance-like manner. “Oh great.” Orion thought, “Please don’t tell me I’m going to be some kind of savior in some crazy feral prophecy.” He already didn’t like playing hero to one person, one of the last things he wanted was to be some great harbinger of hope to a group of crazed dog-people. He tilted his head slightly to answer Brie’s earlier question. “Both really. Although you shouldn’t have to worry about the first one unless you receive a crippling injury.” He turned his attention back to Hagan, waving away the drink. “I believe you’re jumping to conclusions Hagan. She is stronger than she looks. What was it you said to me on a similar to subject…?” Orion thought back to try and find the phrase he had used, “Ah! That’s right, I remember now. I believe your exact words were: ‘You can’t assume this woman is a delicate little waif. I’ve met women tougher than you, Mr. Smart-ass. They’d have your ass kicked faster than you could say ‘Ow.’ That sound about right?” |
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| Munk | Nov 13 2009, 12:23 AM Post #26 |
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Hagan watched as Keagan waved away the bottle. “I believe you’re jumping to conclusions Hagan. She is stronger than she looks. What was it you said to me on a similar to subject…?” Keagan looked thoughtfully into his memory it seems. “Ah! That’s right, I remember now. I believe your exact words were: ‘You can’t assume this woman is a delicate little waif. I’ve met women tougher than you, Mr. Smart-ass. They’d have your ass kicked faster than you could say ‘Ow.’ That sound about right?” Hagan was a bit flattered to be quoted and a little angry. "Well Keagan. I know what I said and I still believe it. It's just that-" He turned to Brie and gave her a quick apology for any offense he might cause her. "It's only the fact that she nearly shit a brick when I turned on her. I only had my hatchet out, I wasn't aiming for her neck yet. She flipped and crawled away faster than a sand-crab. Hell, if you hadn't came along poor gal probably would've died from fright. I have seen a lot of women in my life as a ghoul, Keagan. I have learned alot about people. I may not be a deep thinker but I know when a girl has been hurt." He pointed at Brie. "And that girl has been hurt." Hagan didn't want things to get awkward but it was clearly going that way. He was starting to lay out his feelings and he couldn't stop. He tried to backtrack directing his speech toward Brie herself.. "I'm not trying to intrude on you or your past, Truth be told I don't care if you tell me or not. We all have secrets and we all carry reminders. You have your scar and I have my, well, everything." He motioned to his own body, and his skin. "You can hide your scar with hair and dirt. I live in my reminder. My body tells people what I have been through but they don't know what I have lost. I know what I lost and everyday I wake up in this abomination I have to remember who I was. I can never go back to my life which I loved. I will live like this forever, my torture is being me. That is my atonement for the sins of my past. Be glad for your life and be glad that you can walk into a town without having rocks and bottles thrown at you. Everday I live my life and everyday I wish to die. I can't to it myself and I can't find anyone to put my rotting ass down. Everyday I pray that I die and everyday I wake up again." Hagan stopped himself there. He needed to stop. He shouldn't have done that. That was a bad idea. He drank deep from the bottle of water he had collected in the bottle, hoping that there was even a small amount of Whiskey inside. Something to dull the pain. "I'm sorry about that." He said to the pair. "I shouldn't be bitchin. My life isn't that horrible." His mouth said words that his body clearly disagreed with. He still showed his depression in his eyes and body. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 13 2009, 12:39 AM Post #27 |
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Brie listened to Hagan's speech, and something inside her... not broke, but shifted. She blinked hard due to the bright sunlight and the dust. NOT because of the tears building up in her eyes. Oh, no, not because of that at all. She found herself moving forward, putting her and Orion beside each other, instead of her behind him. Either Hagan had just meant every word he'd said, or the sonofabitch was the best damn actor she'd ever seen. She averted her eyes momentarily and swallowed hard. "I'm sory for your loss. I can only imagine how hard it must be for you. And I'm sorry that other people treat you that way." She found herself wanting to explain her freak out earlier- but not wanting to go into too much detail. She thought for how to phrase things correctly. "You're right, I've been hurt. Normally, I wouldn't have reacted to meeting you the way I did. But something happened today to bring old wounds to the surface, and it caused me to freak out rather badly." She stuck her hand out. "Tell you what. I'll do my best to not freak out anymore, and you do your best to not make any more references to me being 'Tasty'." She still wasn't entirely sure if she trusted the ghoul. But she'd be willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, while watching for a reason to not trust him. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| Munk | Nov 13 2009, 01:01 AM Post #28 |
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Hagan could see that Brie was blinking hard, which was odd but it wasn't until she stepped out from behind Keagan that he realized what his little accident had caused. She seemed to choke something back and said, "I'm sory for your loss. I can only imagine how hard it must be for you. And I'm sorry that other people treat you that way." Hagan didn't have any words for once. It's been a long time since he heard any sympathy and it froze him. The chill it gave him down his back. She continued to speak, thinking carefully about her words and yet Hagan could feel the emotion in them. "You're right, I've been hurt. Normally, I wouldn't have reacted to meeting you the way I did. But something happened today to bring old wounds to the surface, and it caused me to freak out rather badly." "Tell you what. I'll do my best to not freak out anymore, and you do your best to not make any more references to me being 'Tasty'." She held out a feminine hand and Hagan merely stared for a moment. Then he slowly stretched out his three-fingered left hand and grabbed Brie's in the vice like grip. He gently shook it twice and released her hand. "Thank you, Miss." He looked at her eyes, "It means alot that you would even offer an apology, but we learn to live our lives. I have lived in my sin and prison for nigh 200 years. I have grown accustomed to my pain but you have plenty of life to live yet. I am sorry for anything that has happended to you. I can tell it's bad but you live strong. I know you'll get somewhere." His mind just now registered the second part of the bargain, his part. It brought a smile to his lips and seemed like a good way to break the strange emotions in the air. "I didn't mean to call you tasty. Thats was just an accident. I promise a won't try to eat you." He smiled a big toothy grin. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Harper | Nov 13 2009, 07:30 AM Post #29 |
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For the most part, Cay withdrew, letting the conversation wash over him like ocean breaking over rocks. He understood it, but it did not concern him. Pain happened, and he carried his own, but it was not something he would share - with anyone, most likely. It was something he would sing away later tonight. However, his voice was colored with a dark humor as he pulled out his knife, holding it in his palms to be nonthreatening before grinning at Hagan. "If want die, can help," he offered cheerfully, though with a wide smirk, and he quickly tucked the knife away. He sucked on his bottom lip a moment, lips pursed as if he was about to offer some advice before he seemed to think better of it. Instead he peered at Hagan a moment as if quite clearly saying You use big words, and that is boring before going back to staring at Orion and Cattiebrie. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 14 2009, 12:28 PM Post #30 |
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((You have me until Monday evening. After that, I'm leaving for a full week, and won't be hopping on the site.)) Cattiebrie snorted a laugh at Cay's interjected comment of grim humor cheerfulness. His lack of grammar made it sound as though he had a few screws loose. But when Cattiebrie met his eyes, she saw intelligence. So either he was some kind of savant, or he was just something she'd never experienced before. His eyes were dark and bottomless, as though they held unfathomable secrets- and they probably did. Wait a minute... Cattiebrie took a moment to look at each of the other three, and look into their eyes, not really caring if she were being rude. Cay's eyes were indecipherable and had a wild quality to them, dark enough that it was hard to distinguish the pupil from the iris but warm enough in color that when you looked, you could in fact see the difference. Hagan had dark blue eyes of a shade she'd never seen before, as dark as the sky at night just around the moon. They held wildness, too, but it was a different sort of wildness from Cay's. Cay's was more of an untamed wildness, while Hagan's was more of an unstable one. Orion, of course, had the strange yellow eyes that she no longer found strange, even though she'd never seen anyone else with eyes even approaching his color. Light brown, sure. Amber, rarely but sometimes. Yellow? No. She knew that her own eyes were brown, but there was nothing unusual about them. They were just brown. They didn't hold secrets. Didn't have that hint of wildness, either untamed or unstable. They were normal. In a sense, she was right. In another, she was wrong. Her eyes helpd her past. They were dark and deep and normal and abnormal at the same time. But she, of course, couldn't see her eyes from the outside looking in. After peering in each pair of eyes in turn, Cattiebrie spoke with dry humor, in a flat tone of voice. 'Am I the only one here with normal eyes?" |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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