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| Anthony Bel-Fairfax | Aug 21 2011, 09:17 PM Post #101 |
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"I'm up for suggestions, who knows what they found." |
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| Anthony Bel-Fairfax | Aug 22 2011, 03:34 PM Post #102 |
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"I will be back, you decide amongst yourselves who is coming with me." Anthony walks outside and looks towards the church in the hopes of seeing it's physical state. Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Anthony Bel-Fairfax, Aug 24 2011, 07:27 PM.
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| Sylvia Taven | Aug 23 2011, 09:52 PM Post #103 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle "Anthony, Wait!" Sylvia calls weakly, throwing back her own drink and setting the glass on the bar counter. She shuffles a little then jogs to catch up to him. "Mm. I'll go with..." she mumbles, trailing off. 'There's really nothing else here anyway,' she thinks; though she still worries about what's going on and how and why exactly the kegs were brought here so recently. 'And THIS idiot. How does he suggest that we split into twos and then go and try to leave by himself?' Her gaze settles on his shoes and the bottoms of his pants for just a moment, trying to analyze his character just that much more before returning her gaze back to the dirt and dust clogged streets. She takes a look around, again looking at the rooftops and scrutinizing any possible hiding place, ever wary, as always, of any possible changes. Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Sylvia Taven, Aug 23 2011, 09:54 PM.
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| Alyss Wilder | Aug 23 2011, 10:18 PM Post #104 |
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Alyss, thinking there really is nothing left to do in the Saloon except pondering over the mystery of the kegs, decides to fallow Anthony and Silvia outside. The more, the merrier. |
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| Al Kentin | Aug 24 2011, 12:58 PM Post #105 |
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Al peers cautiously around the jail, but nothing of interest immediately catches his eye. Finding ammunition is his first priority at the moment and the cells don't hold much chance of that. The dark patch on the wall... he can't make it out perfectly without getting a better look but he's willing to bet it's blood. Blood in the jail cells, skeletons in the floor, mysterious men in the windows... it felt almost like he'd stepped onto an old movie set, or like this was some elaborate Halloween prank by some dropouts with way too much time on their hands. He hated to admit it, but neither of those seemed as likely as the real thing. The ex-general shakes his head, resisting the urge to just walk away from the foolish boy poking around the blood stain to find something more productive to do. His instincts tear him between keeping his men alive, even a weak link like Jack, and searching for basic survival equipment, not to mention the culprit of their kidnapping. He sighs as he follows after Jack, giving in and remaining determined to keep an eye on him and keep him alive. As he passes the cells to take up a watchful place behind him he scans them, looking inside for anything of interest, though he suspected he'd find nothing of import. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Catarina Lawson | Aug 24 2011, 02:11 PM Post #106 |
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Catarina, like a lost sheep, follows Alyss, Anthony, and Silvia outside, she looks around as she walks, "I just wish this wasnt real, that it was all a dream and I could be at home, in my room, sleeping -________-" |
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| Tyson Bergfalk | Aug 24 2011, 07:48 PM Post #107 |
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"Hey!" Tyson calls out. "Shouldn't someone stay with the water; like you said?" He pauses for a moment. "Uh, ok! Cool then! You guys go ahead. I'll guard the water!..... Yeah. All by myself..." Tyson sets his glass on the counter and stands next to kegs, shoving his hands in his pockets. |
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| UberKryos | Aug 24 2011, 09:43 PM Post #108 |
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Almighty Game Master
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Jack steps inside the jail cell to inspect the spot. It's a deep rust color: the color of dried blood. Al takes a look around the jail itself, but it's just as empty as the initial glance seemed to suggest. As Alyss walks outside, there's a slight pressure in her head. Her ears begin to ring. The pressure grows, it doesn't quite hurt, but it's oppressive, uncomfortable. A wind picks up, dust billows around in circles. Every door in the area slams shut, hard. The cell closes behind Jack, cutting him off from Al. The ensuing silence hurts. It's more like an absence, an empty longing for sound. A scream splits the silence like a knife. Soft and plaintive. First one, then two, then an entire chorus. The screams of children, coming from the schoolhouse. They go on for what feels like an eternity, but must be only several seconds. It's more than just sound. They seem to tear at the very soul. Finally, mercifully, they stop. The halt is sudden, abrupt, as if silenced by force. The wind dies down. The schoolhouse door has been left wide open. An invitation. |
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| Jack Green | Aug 24 2011, 09:49 PM Post #109 |
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Jack throws himself at the jail bars! He has to help those children! He hates himself for falling into this trap, and proving the old man right. "God," he thinks to himself "i'm never gonna here the end of this." |
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| Luke Xorn | Aug 24 2011, 10:23 PM Post #110 |
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WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Momentarily stunned, I quickly stand up and try to analyze what just happened. I let my eyes adjust in the suddenly darkened dusty room. The doors slamming shut wasn't the problem. That was probably a stiff wind, and Jack trying to kick the cell door open. Again. But that scream... I'm not a superstitious person, but something supernatural was happening. As soon as I adjust, I run toward Al and Jack, throwing open the door to the jail cells. "Did you guys hear that too, or was that just me?," I shout. After fully entering the room, I realize Jack is trapped in the cell, arms braced against the bars, trying to get out. "What the hell happened here?," I ask, slightly angrily. I make a mental check of myself, realizing that I'm getting stressed, vowing to maintain my composure. I can't lose control. I look at him, checking for any injuries. He doesn't seem to be harmed, just trapped. Good. We can't have any of our guys hurt now. Better stuck than injured. Warily walking over, I inspect the bars, to see if they're locked, or even booby-trapped. No need getting two of us incapacitated. While checking I ask, "Okay, as soon as we can get him out of here, we need to get back with the rest of the people. We can share what we found, and maybe figure out what the hell to do." Spoiler: click to toggle
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