Session One - The World In Ice - Page 10

heart havok · 23-08-2002, 07:58 PM

The snowfall was nastalgic to the young girl. It carried a familliar essence as the breeze carried it softly to the ground. Though she may be used to the bitter weather of cold, her body desired the warmth of indoors. She could choose to continue her stroll or perhaps follow the crow's guidence. It continued to hop back and forth over a single building, almost as though it intentionally wanted to attain the girl's attention. The building was a small Pub of sort. Its lights were dim, perhaps to create a soothing atmosphere for those customers who prefer they not be noticed. The girl set her destination on the doors of the Pub, and the crow let out a satasfied cry as it sprung from its perch and disappeared into the sky. The snow began to fall heavier, so she started on her way towards the decided location.

She approached the building slowly, trying to hold in each giggle designated for each individual crunch the snow made under her boots. Each step was more enjoyable than the last, maybe the snow was trying to tell her something: "Don't step on me, go the other way!" or "Stop it, that tickles!" or "Ooh, nice boots. How I wish I had some wonderful boots like those to go with the dress I don't own." Or maybe "HaHa, i can make you fall," the snow thought, as she lost her footing and nearly met the ground with her rear. The young girl let out a chuckle back at the snow as she brushed some of it off her leg. And once collected, she wrapped her hands around the thick straps on her backpack and righted herself infront of the Pub doors. She paused for a moment, as she balanced whether she would want to order the classic Hot Chocolate or try an exotic local recipe of some heartwarming liquid with similar temperature pleasing effects.

The girl lifted her foot to take her final step towards the doors, but stopped as she heard the snow discussing some approaching persons. She turned towards the sound as it got louder to see a group of local Police Officers running in her precise direction. The crunching snow thought it rather paculiar they weren't using transport: "Maybe these officers lost their car keys!" or "Maybe they've had some sense knocked into them, and they realise they need to work off their doughnuts!" As the officers approached with increasing speed, the girl froze in hopes that if she stood still, they wouldn't notice her. They continued to run directly by her. One of the Officer's radios became somewhat clear in sound: "..Spaceport...||snap||....Officers||crackle||down..... nee....ackup...||pop||...." Her wish came true, the Officers' sights were motion detective! SMACK!

The petite girl was sent airborn, her backpack torn from her shoulders. She landed directly on her rear within an uplift of the lush snow.

AIIEK... She rubbed her thigh as she watched the fleeing Officers carry on as though she surely wasn't visable. Her backpack lay out of reach, directly infront of the Pub's entrance. She squinted her eyes, to bear with the pain, and considered whether this Pub was truly worth the trip.

YellerCrakka · 23-08-2002, 10:40 PM

Marty heard them talking amongst themselves and a few footsteps. 'Good... they're leaving.' he thought to himself as he slowly crept his eyes open.

"Give this message to your friend." Marty looked up at the exact instant he fealt the evil man dressed in black connect his fist with Marty's stomach. A moment of indescribable pain shot to the tips of his fingers. It had fealt as if his belly-button had decided to befriend his spine and in the process of the two meeting for the first time, they had to remove his organs through the pores of his skin. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and was most likely one of the worst, aside from when a quarter-ton thruster had been rolled over his toe, removing it though his shoe (nobody misses their pinky toes).

Gasping for air, he reached out his hand for an explanation... but in an instant, the men were gone. His lungs cried for air, but for some reason his body couldn't deliver any. In his pained state, he tried to lay down, but just propped against the wall, and fell unconcious. His belly-button and spine where never this happy.

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Tightening his collar, Dean walked through the doors of the bar. He fealt down on his luck that nobody could give him information, but also knew that if bounty hunting was that easy, everyone would be doing it. He'd just have to try harder next place he stopped at. 'TOBY!!! Damn how can I forget about that guy? If I remember right, he's now working in the docks here. Not too sure where he said, but I'm sure he'll be a little noticable. He's gotta know something, or at least someone! HAH... never thought knowing him would come in handy.'

Dean took a step into the snow with new found enthusiasm. As he took his next step though, his foot didn't get to the proper position... instead it remained even with his first foot. With a moments struggle to regain ballance he put his hands outward, but this just led to Dean's face falling in the snow. Embarassment. He wasn't drunk, but couldn't remain on his feet once he got out of the door. Still trying to sort out what had just happened, he fealt a pain on his neck. It was both a freezing chill and a burn. Reflexively, he swiped at where the pain was, and realized he may have a cigarette burn scar eventually. On his side in discust, he looked at his feet to see a lump attached to a strap that was wrapped around his foot. He had tripped over this lump... a backpack? Damnit... who the hell would leave this peice of crap laying here?

Dean unhooked his foot and sat up still mumbeling to himself. He shook his head to remove the peices of ice clinging to his hair. Bitterly brushing himself off with one hand and pushing himself up with the other, he looked behind him to see someone in the same state as he was. A girl. Foolishly sitting in the snow, she was covered in a blue puff of a jacket that seemed to taunt how skinny she obviously was. As he stood completely up he fealt his anger melt... or was that just ice slithering down the back of his shirt? Either way, the sight of a girl who wasn't fourty pounds over-weight made him feel better.

"Uhh... eah... 'Scuse me lady. This wouldn't happen to be yours would it?" He reached down to pick it up and held it out for her to see. "Gotta watch where you're putting your things." With a smile, he was painfully reminded to hold his neck. "Eh... erm... the name's Dean." He wanted to offer her a hand to shake, but realized he was using both.

Brink · 24-08-2002, 01:13 AM

{{OOC- Weee mobs are fun...why are these people so upset!!?? GET ME OUTAH HERE!!!!}}

[Europa]

Names..names..names....a whole lotta names...

Brink toyed with the idea of dropping everyone of them a line. Then he'd have fifty people lined up at his ship, ready to jump planet. Then he thought better of it...without much food on his ship, he could really only afford three or four passengers, god willing none of them were pregnant.

"Besides..," mumbled Brink to himself, " Who wants to see a mob of people at the Docks anyway..."

As Brink looked up, he realized the answer to his question was thus:

A mob of people DEFININTELY would want to see a mob of people down at the docks, or else there wouldn't be one about to ride over him like a tsunami of eskimo coats...

As the throng lunged fully at Brink, gathering him up in their wake and dragging him along unwillingly for the ride, Brink managed a grimace worthy of a floppy hamburger. He was continually squished by sign holders, shouters, and a combination of both. Through a twist of good luck however, Brink was suddenly chest to chest with a gorgeous woman of sunburned skin and dark hair.

"Pardon me..it's the psychos you see.." murmered Brink in apology.

The woman looked down towards their curshed middles and gave him a wry, knowing look. "Is that a gun in your pocket..or are you just happy to see me?" She pushed herself a bit harder against Brink, to emphasise the latter option of her statement. Oops.

"It's a gun in my pocket. See?" And Brink shoved his hand inbetween him and this woman, and extracted his pistol. The woman, of course, was both dissapointed, and scared out of her freaking mind.

"HE'S GOT A GUN!!! OH MY GOD!!! LOOK OUT!! UNDERCOVER!! HE'S AN UNDERCOVER!!!"And the woman pushed away from Brink.

"Well, I would have been,, but you left so suddenly", Murmured Brink to a crowd now surging away from him in screaming voices and even stronger protests. Brink waved his gun around like a bad traffic control stick and ran his way out of the throng, to stand face to face with an officer.

"Thank god! You were supposed to ditch cover 15 minutes ago! What happened!!". The officer obviously was a psycho too. This was useless.

"Oh yeah, well I met this woman...and..uh....Oh my god! Is that a screaming mob of madmen!!" Brink pointed in the opposite direction he wanted to run, which was away from the mob, and the officer. The officer looked, Brink ran. Easy as pie.

"Mmmmmm...Pie......"

Brink took of his new sunglasses to get a look around for an terminal with an eatery listing, when he noticed a nameplate on his apparently engraved sunglasses. [TOBY]

"Heh...well Toby.....hope you like your new coats...."
And Brink ran off towards his ship, hoping it was still in 5 pieces, and not more.

{{oh god..that's the last time I post for postings sake!

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heart havok · 24-08-2002, 04:49 PM

The young eskimo rose to her feet again to brush the snow off her rear. AIIEK... She cringed from the pain in her thigh and cackled again back at the snow to show she didn't accept defeat. She then quickly leaped her attention to Dean in hopes he'd disregard her reacting towards an inanimate snowcovered ground. I hadn't placed my 'pack, it and I too were knocked... though I to my rear. She rubbed the rear of her thigh once again to point out where it hurt. Silence rasped for a short breath. She tilted her chin upward toward him and her head slightly cocked to the side. Her cheeks were soft under her bright asian eyes, her face wrapped in the feathered hood of her parka. Her body perked up onto her toes and she leaned in as she extended her arm out to retreive her backpack. She held it in both hands and lowered it to the icey sidewalk. Her smile faded as she bowed in appreciation. Thank you Dean. Her voice was soft and climbed the wind to his ears. She then dropped the entire of the weighty backpack to the ground as she took inniciative and extended one of her arms out to the young man. My name is Naal. Naal Rhys. For hire even. That is... if you have work... She smiled again, in hopes she's given a good first impression.

YellerCrakka · 25-08-2002, 02:22 AM

'For hire eh?' He thought as he shook the lady's hand. She had this energy about her that everyone seems to lose as they get older. This made him wonder how old she was. With a sort of innocent aura, he guessed she couldn't be more than twenty. She smiled at him carelessy, but in her way queing him to talk. Accidently he got lost in her eyes. Dean missed his que to talk, but instead let his neck fall limp and looked quizzically into the bright sunbursts in her eyes. Falling into a short abyss of yellow and orange, he was quickly shot back to his feet by a blink of her eyes.

"Oh... erm... so yeah... oh..." He slurred as he tried to remember what he was thinking about. Realizing he was still holding her hand, he quickly let go. "For hire? eh?"

She nodded. He looked back towards her eyes, but shook his head to stop his eyes from locking again. "I...er... You, like, a bounty hunter?" He inhaled excitingly hoping she knew a little more about information finding than he did. From the looks of her lumbering bag, she just may as well be a bounty hunter or something.

Rulakir · 25-08-2002, 10:54 AM

Wes watched the man pack up and leave with the sound of the television in the backround. He exited the front door and entered the cold, cllimate and now the bar was empty. Through the window, he could see the man talking to a girl. The snow, cut down visibility, so it was hard to get a good glimpse of her face to tell if she was the same girl at the club the other night. Looking closely, she didn't seem to match the profile of the girl from the other night. "Another bounty hunter?"

Wes went back to his business. He was out of coffee and already had a cigarette in his mouth. He decided to make himself a drink. A "7 & 7" came to mind. "Just a little sip" he thought, so he wouldn't get impaired in some way on the job. He was confident in that.

Then he noticed that the television was on again and the riot seemed to be old news by now. He flipped through the channels and at this time of the day, it was either soap operas or talk shows; none of which Wes had any interest in. There was a sports channel that he had turned to and left it on for temporary entertainment while having his little drink.

Hitomi_333 · 26-08-2002, 05:20 PM

((OOC: I read the entire play thread... all 91 pages in Word. But if there's any errors, please correct me. Reading it all in one sitting, things tend to be forgotten.))

IC:

The fluorescent lights buzzed like an angry fly, making Nidia more irritable by the moment. "Can we make this quick?" she said sharply. Stale smoke clouded the room, making it hard to breathe. She would have gladly left if it weren't for the money... it's always for the money.

He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "I need you to bring someone in for us... alive. Of course, you will be paid generously for your services, as usual. There will be 8 million woolongs waiting for you, provided you bring him in a timely manner, and in decent condition." He paused momentarily, as he considered whether or not to continue. "He crossed us a while back, and we want to... repay the favor," was all of the explanation he offered.

"You know my rule. I demand twice the bounty... it would be more worthwhile for me to turn him in to the ISSP otherwise. And his current bounty stands at 9 million," the bounty hunter replied cooly, despite how much the man was trying her patience.

"18 million woolongs! Do you really think you're in the possition to demand so much? We could just as easily hire anyone else for the job!" he replied, sounding surprised despite the fact that her rules had always been as such.

"Fine, find some other two-bit bounty hunter," she got up and pushed in her chair, making her way toward the door. "But twice is payment for having this on my conscience; I know what you'll do with him after I've made my delivery." The strings that she was pulling was visible on his face, and she smiled internally. "Oh, and just know that I'll be after him for the bounty, myself."

There... that was it, she smiled from barely outside the door. 3....2....1.. "Wait!" he called back at her.

She moved back toward the door. And looked at him knowingly. The man scowled, knowing her tricks and hating her for them. "Fine, 18 million it is then. But you had better be able to bring him in." He added the last sentence with a bit of triumph; he liked anything he had over her.

"Then I'll need a million in advance."

"What?!"

"Every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be after him... if I even hope to catch him, I'm going to need ready funds. I can't easily catch him without enough money for ammo and repairs.... and food! I can't be expected to be able to catch him if I'm weak from malnutrition." Nidia tucked a blue-black strand of hair behind her ear, knowing that her arguement was plausable.

"But if you can't bring him in, then we're out a million woolongs! And like you said, every bounty hunter in the galaxy is going to be after him," the man began to get exasperated.

"Don't worry, I'll bring him in."

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Nidia Calderon sat inside her cruiser, The Bolero, cleaning out her new firearms yet again. The amusment of handling the large weapons still remained, even though she had purchased them almost immediately after the last meeting... over a week ago. Now she waited as her autopilot moved her closer to Europa.

"The last we heard of him, he was on Europa. Anyway, Europa is a place of interest," the man had told her.

She frowned, Europa was where the bounty had been put up. But with ready cash on hand she just prayed that he hadn't been turned in yet, and hoped that when (and if) other bounty hunters got to him before her that she could catch them in time... perhaps offer them more than what the bounty was worth. Or... a less honest way of getting the bountyhead.

The gate drew ever nearer, but waited for he auto pilot to tell when she was needed with the access codes, and set back to cleaning her new weaponry.

heart havok · 27-08-2002, 12:56 AM

Naal didn't seem effected by Dean's lengthy handshake. Once he released her hand though, she straightened her parka and brushed off what remained of the lush icey debris. As conversation persisted, she lifted her bag and fixed its thick straps over her shoulders. Well, I'm not exactly a Bounty Hunter yet.. She seemed almost embarassed of her reply. ..I mean, I have read of the Bounty Hunting prospects, and I find great interests in the occupation. But. Her words paused for a short disappointed breath. I haven't had any opportunities yet... She fiddled her fingers through the thick down lining that trimmed her large coat. While searching for words; only uncertain as of how much she should willingly share. I suppose you could consider me homeless... and jobless also... A beat passed where the energy seemed taken from her, like a toy that's key slows in need of another winding. But the life suddenly returned to the girl's eyes as though a dimming light inside her was rekindled, and she leaned in on her toes with an almost devious smile abroad her face.

You wouldn't happen to BE a Bounty Hunter, would you!?

YellerCrakka · 27-08-2002, 03:05 AM

Dean watched Naal strap her bag to her back. It seemed to take an afull lot of effort but she obviously had it down to a few quick movements. The weight of it caused her to slouch a bit and held the puffy jacket tight to her. The straps hugged her tightly, like a jealous boyfriend.

'...not a bounty hunter? hmmm... but looking for work... maybe she could still help me. I'm sure she knows something of this planet. If not... it'd be a nice break to have her in my company.' He paused his concious thought to listen better. "I find great interests in the occupation." As he looked at her talking, he noticed her eyes again. 'She WILL be a distraction, but at least it'll be in a good way'

He helplessly smiled as he watched the specks of light in her eyes morph and change with her body movements. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked downward. The mood fell a few degrees and Dean's arm started to become tired of the position it was in. Moving his arm made him cringe as it also made his finger rub against the burn on his neck. 'I forgot about that.'

"...you could consider me homeless... and jobless also..." She continued. Dean watched her mood fall a little more, only to return seconds later. 'I guess I can take her on.' He smiled.

As he opened his mouth to tell her the good news, he was interrupted. "You wouldn't happen to BE a Bounty Hunter, would you!?" She said with a bit of a burst. His smile widened as the pecies fell in the right place.

With a bit of enthused arrogance, he nodded and gave a sly 'Yes'. He inhaled remembering his possable connection down at the docks. "You wanna join me? We... er.. I could use someone..." He was going to continue about being able to use someone with her certain skill, but by what looked to be junk in her bag, he had no idea what the skill could be... so he just ended it there. He nodded. "You, like, wouldn't happen to know anything about a bounty head named... Keiran, wouldja?" He dislodged the digital screen from his tight pocket and showed her. He began to stare into her eyes again as she stared into the screen.

Kayay · 27-08-2002, 05:02 AM

Amazingly the old ‘look-over-there-donuts' maneuver worked perfectly on the rookie who was watching over the spaceport civilians, and Ace slipped away. So donuts and cops really do go together, he mused as he slipped down a vacant corridor and towards an exit marked in bold red letters:

EMERGENCY EXIT. Alarm will sound if opened.

“Well, can’t have that, now can we?” he muttered and plugged into the security pad, quickly disabling the alarm. “Piece o’ cake…hmmm…cake.”

Stepping into the bitter cold, the mob not far away and held at bay by the authorities for the time being, Ace scrutinized the situation. Mob bad, so I’ll go this-a-way, he thought and wandered off, reading the names of teh ships as he passed. Lazy Gal….huh? Hazel eyes slid over towards the two imposing men clad in black as he approached the first of the docked ships. Oookaaay, just don’t make eye contact… Nonchalantly, or as nonchalantly as possible with an unruly crowd of people yelling and screaming just meters behind him, Ace continued to stroll along the landing area. He really hadn’t any idea what he was doing out in the numbing cold, only that he was feeling restless cooped up in that terminal as he waited for his targets to arrive. Warm the place may have been, but the redhead tended to get bored and distracted rather easily.

“Hello, and what have we here?” Ace stopped in front of the Cocytus. Pushing the hood of his coat back he scratched his head. The name sounded familiar and the man began to talk absently to himself as he tried to remember. “Cocytus, Cocytus, Cocytus…oh…yeah, that was Anderson’s rig, wasn’t it? Didn’t know the hotshot was still alive, much less gallivanting about the galaxy still.” Suddenly an unpleasant thought occurred to Ace. What if this Anderson fellow was after the same targets? “Damn hope not. I'm not in the mood for any competition.”

I wonder if I should put the proverbial 'sugar in the gas tank' just in case?

Brink · 27-08-2002, 03:28 PM

{{ooc- oh god...she's gonna touch it! her and her kooky yaoi hands are gonna TOUCH IT!!]]

Stepping back onto the Launch Pads where the line of ships were docked, Brink wondered if anyone had ever had a tougher time of trying to drop off a bunch of coats. Then realization struck him, not in the way it hits most people, like a whack upside the head, but more like a light tapping on the left shoulder that got your attention. Brink, being used to fake taps from Pase, turned right, and completely missed the mark.

"They were rioting becuase they didn't have coats! There must have been a hideous coat shortage, and now they are coming to the docks to demand for more coats. I gotta get to my ship first, before those psychos break it apart!"

But too late, the first psycho of Europa was already there, staring intently at his ship, like a man who just couldn't wait to slip a potato in the....

"In the....in the...er......."

He needed help with this one. Brink sidled up to the Red haired psycho, and tapped him on the left shoulder. Red wheeled around as though he was caught in the act of, well, something bad.

"Hey, let me ask you something...where WOULD you stick a potato on one of these things? I don't see a good old fashioned exhaust pipe. By the way, how's your head?"

Kayay · 27-08-2002, 04:40 PM

"Potato?” Ace blinked and stared at the man vacantly, VI goggles still perched atop his head.. It was a common enough expression he adopted and tended to make people think him a fool, an idiot, or both, but he didn’t mind. It was better that way. “Po-ta-to…” he enunciated each syllable carefully, then broke out into his gosh-I-wasn’t-up-to-nuthin’ grin. “I’m fresh outta potatoes, Buddy, but if its spuds you’re looking for, check your friendly neighborhood diner.”

Ace leaned against the ship, duffle bag hanging over his shoulder and ignoring the owners apparently displeased look, and stared at him for a while with his silly smile still in place. “Yanno, I really thought the famous bounty hunter extraordinaire Pase Anderson would be, well…taller,” he remarked off hand as he examined Brink’s slouched form. After a pause he added casually, “And how is your head?”

Brink · 27-08-2002, 04:58 PM

Brink definately was feeling better at getting back to his ship quickly. Most people who knew of Pase's exploits were not exactly friends of the former owner of the Cocytus. Who knows what may have happened had he been only a few minutes late to check up on the ship. A lot more than graffitti this time, that was a sure bet. Duffles bags, in Brink's experience, carried one of three things. Clothes(at a young age), guns(at the 20's), or a dead body cut into little bits. Pase always had a big dufflebag.

"My head," Brink started out, eyeing Red levelly, but walking over to begin a cursory examination of the ships heat shield," is in a usual amount of pain. But my head wasn't being repeatedly banged against a glass pane, now was it?"

Brink ran his fingers along a smoother part of the ship, glanceing and Red's VR shades, which, he noted, were not nearly as suave as his pilffered Birchley's(TM), which were still in his pocket. He reached into that pocket, slowly, so as not to make Red think he was reaching for a gun, and took them out and placed them over his eyes, daring Red to counter THAT cool move. Lean against HIS ship would he?

"As for Pase's falling short of expectations, your right on the money there pal. I'm not Pase. I'm Brink. Brink Carraway. I hope your not after coats, because I'll deal with you faster than I dealt with the mob you may have just been a part of."

Brink flashed a winning smile at Red, the first in a long while, making it a bit more akward than your normal winning smile. It probably only won second place.

Kayay · 27-08-2002, 05:20 PM

Brink Carraway, hm? Never heard of you. ’O course, never knew much about Anderson either beyond the secondhand tales people tell, and most of those were half drunk. Still,” he eyed Brink and the ship, “this is his ship, isn’t it?”

Ace shrugged and gazed up at the sky, dark with clouds threatening to drop yet another snowfall, or worse, freezing rain. Stuffing his hands deep in his coat pockets, partly to keep them warm, but mostly to check for the comforting presence of his gun, the lanky young man smiled back. The pair appeared to be having a battle to see who would out smile the other.

He chuckled at the older man’s line of questioning. “Nah, coats aren’t my business, and as for the mob, well, do I look like the mobster type to you??” Ace pointed at himself and asked in mock wide eyed innocence before slipping back into his Cheshire cat grin. “Coats…heh. Nah, I’m just going for a leisurely stroll along the spaceport. Nothin’ special,” he drawled as he watched the mob a short distance away.

Not Pase, eh? Well, gee I might have felt bad if I had tampered with his ship before I learned that, or maybe not. Driven by his more mischievous side a lingering urge to upload a simple, harmless, yet rather annoying virus to the man’s ship remained, and it grew more persistent the longer he talked to this man.

Brink · 27-08-2002, 08:39 PM

Brink's smile was wavering...shifting a bit against the young man's full frontal charismatic assault. It wasn't so much as a better smile on the other end, but more the freaking cold. Brink still didn't have a jacket, and standing still in one spot for more than a minute outside meant insta-shivers. At this rate, he was going to lose.

"Yeah, Pase has a real way of getting around, but an even better one of taking off, if you know what I mean. It WAS his ship, it's mine now. Sadly, I'm stuck here untill I find someone willing to pay for passage of this rock of yellow snow."

And on the subject of snow, it started to do so, almost as if waiting for the words to come out of Brink's mouth. Brink desperately wanted to be INSIDE his ship, not outside it talking to this little psycho, in the cold. And if Brink opened the door, Red might, god-forbid, want to go inside too. He definately looked ready to eat the cake Brink had stored in the fridge. Brink doubted Red had the money for a trip anyway.

"A stroll, eh? Kinda cold for a stroll don't you think? And is that equipment on your head gonna hold up in this weather?" Brink Placed on hand on the lower hatch key-press, and the other he slid down into his big pants pocket, where his gun resided. His smile bolstered a bit as he realized how cool he must look in this position...but his lips were slowly turning to that unmistakable "purple" feeling the cold so does enjoy. A ship almost landed on their heads, the smiles shone so bright in the area...