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| Brackie | Dec 6 2011, 10:09 PM Post #16 |
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Be quiet. Stay hidden. She doesn't know you're here. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 7 2011, 05:35 AM Post #17 |
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Sycanus scrambled to pull her gun out. "M-Might as well prepare for any attackers... if any..." she said to herself. "And don't worry, Tobeyn... I won't let them hurt you... Promise..." Her arms wrapped around the stuffed bear, pulling it up to her face and giving it a light kiss. See, if you've saved that for when you're alone, you'd probably be out of this mess. Slowly, she stood up. Sure, she was at the cabin, but... now what? Hide? Search? Keep moving? The options weren't varied as she hoped, but they were nothing incredibly useful... |
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 07:49 PM Post #18 |
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Let's go fly a kite.
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((Simon Mattheson continued from Roaring Rapids of Hell)) Simon had been moving steadily towards the town for a good ten minutes before it dawned on him. The girl. Bear girl. What had she said? "This is Tobeyn... And that's Tour Guide Simon... who still needs to... um... g-guide us to safety. Would you like to come with us? We're headed for a cabin." The Cabin. Oh yes. You left Cameo at the cabin to fend for herself, didn't you? Shit. All alone. Yes. That's pretty cold, bro. Not going to lie. Shut up. You'd better run. Maybe you can catch her dying scream as the girl with the bear and the very... VERY... big gun shoots her down. No. No. No. No. No. Simon started running back the way he came, ignoring the body he had left on the ground, feeling the blood on his clothes harden into a crust on his sleeves. He charged for the cabin, taking only the occasional sip of water to keep running. As he drew close, he chambered a round in the winchester, holding it at the ready. He came up behind the outhouse, where he had awoken. Looking out, he saw Sycanus sitting next to the window. HIS window. She had her gun out, talking to that bear again. Had she been in the cabin? Was she talking about how to get in? To kill Cameo? He would not let her. He would get rid of her. Kill her of he had to. I think you'll have to, Simon. No, Simon. It's not worth it. Shut up. He stepped around the outhouse, bringing the rifle up. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 11 2011, 07:59 PM Post #19 |
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She caught her breath for a moment before walking around. Her path took her near the outhouse where the sound of footsteps grew. Said footsteps froze Sycanus in place out of fear. Oh great... someone else is here... Her eyes darted around. Where to run? What to do? All she had was her revolver at her side. "Wh-Who's there?!" she yelled out of panic. "I... I don't want to shoot!" Hope for the best, Sycanus. Because you might be getting the worst. |
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| Brackie | Dec 11 2011, 08:16 PM Post #20 |
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Cameo didn't know how long that girl had been hanging around outside the cabin, but either way her hiding spot was not going to last if she came inside. She was in the bedroom, bag draped over her shoulder, one hand clasped around an iron-cold iron-4, the other fumbling around with the golden sheriff's badge that Simon had left behind. Her eyes closed. Voices. No, this wasn't supposed to be, was it? If it was going to just be her and Simon alone, it wouldn't be reality, it would be a fantasy land full of archangels and death metal symphonies. People were going to come here, and they were going to want to come inside here, which was not going to keep up a stable plan. She had to run. The voice continued, on the other side of the house. There was now only one way out, through this very room, letting light right on in. It wouldn't open, her hands were either too weak or obeyed all laws of physics and couldn't uproot a window from its place. This wouldn't do. Cameo grabbed the pillow from the old and musty bed and took out the club. She tightened it around the head (something only Clover knew way too much about), and faced the window. Cameo tightened her lips and pushed the pillow against the window. It shattered, but the sound was barely as audible as past experience let on. The custom muffler must have worked. Either way, it was time to run. Or not. Believe it or not, Cameo knew it wasn't right to leave Simon without a clue. Left with possibly no time, Cameo pulled out the Sheriff's Badge and bent precariously over the bedside table, spreading away bits of glass that stuck to her skin like porcupine needles. They fell after time, after she'd finished scraping a short, to-the-point message into the old wood. not safe trn st. 2nite C It was all she could do right now, waiting was just way too risky. Cameo dropped the badge on the counter and climbed out the window. She felt sharp stabs puncture her hand as she gripped the remnants of the window frame, but they were only superficial. She kept going, through the bush and away from the mystery girl outside. The badge swivelled around on the counter for almost ten seconds, like a coin that had been flicked into a spinning top. By the time it settled, its name proudly spread and showing proudly to the world, Cameo had fled. ((Cameo Conroy continues in Sparks of the Tempest)) Edited by Brackie, Dec 12 2011, 12:28 AM.
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 09:24 PM Post #21 |
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The girl had whipped around. Told her she did not want to shoot. That means she will shoot, though, doen't it? Yes. Yes it does. He saw her dropping her hand from the bear, moving for her gun. Simon took a deep breath in through his nose, moved the gun slightly to the left, fired at the area just below the girl's arm, close enough to scare her. Close enough to show that he could hit her if he needed to. Close enough to stop her draw. Close enough to clip the bear. It had fallen to one side as she reached for the gun, and the top of its' head was now right where a bullet needed to be. The bear's ear was ripped off, leaving a rough hole, stuffing poking out, slightly scorched from the still burning powder following the bullet. Nice shot. Not really. The two were barely ten feet from each other. A crash was heard on the other side of the cabin, but Simon could attend to that later. First things first. Would the girl run, as he had hoped? Would she try to beat him to the next shot? He took a step back, narrowing the target, and began to pull the lever. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 11 2011, 09:34 PM Post #22 |
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The shot made Sycanus drop to the floor with a scream. Her gun also hit the ground, a bit away from the girl. It took a bit for Sycanus to stop screaming and pressing her head against the ground. She looked up, seeing Simon. She sighed a bit, standing up. "Oh... it's just you..." she gasped. "Tobeyn, it's alri-" As soon as she saw the bear, her facial expression grew even more shocked. Tobeyn had suffered losing an ear from the shot. Immediately, she ran to it, cradling it in her arms while screaming even louder. Tears started forming in the girl's eyes. Her face was half buried in the bear's partially torn head. "It'll be fine, it'll be fine..." Sycanus managed to say through sobs and gasps. "Shhh... d-don't cry..." The last part was to the bear, seeing as how she was tearing up. |
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 09:46 PM Post #23 |
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Simon's eyes widened a bit as she saw her abandon the gun, running for the ball of fluff that was the ear. She was crying, cradling the thing in her arms. All right, even I didn't think she would act like that. Shut up. Here's your opportunity, Simon. Kill her. I said SHUT UP. He finished the lever action, chambering another round, the spent shell spinning into the air to his left. Walking up to where she had been sitting, he put his foot down on her pistol, forcing it halfway into the sand. He leveled his gun at her again, and slammed one hand on the side of the cabin to get her attention. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 11 2011, 09:57 PM Post #24 |
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"W-We'll fix your ear..." she whispered, before flipping over in fear after Simon slammed his hand on the cabin wall. Her eyes stared at him, clutching the bear for her life. Well this isn't right... isn't this the calmer one? The one that seemed to know what he was doing? Tears were still streaming from her eyes, now including Simon's position as a reason why to be afraid. She spoke up weakly, saying, "B-But... I di... didn't do anything to you... Why are y-you acting up?" |
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 10:22 PM Post #25 |
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"B-But... I di... didn't do anything to you... Why are y-you acting up?" She was at the cabin. She was a threat. She couldn't be here. Anywhere but here. This was their safe place. Where they could connect. With the window. Just kill her, already. It's easy, you did it once already. No. No, that wasn't right. Look at her Simon. You aren't the hero any more. Not this time. You're the villain. It's for the best. Scare her off. Make sure she can't hurt anyone. She's too crazy to be around someone I... Someone you what? Someone you LOVE!? You met her once. Just once. You did not even touch. You couldn't even speak. You are useless. Just as useless as the crying, pathetic lump in front of you! No. Not true. There was a connection there. Of course there was. Cameo had felt it too. She's probably not even there any more. Simon's eyes narrowed. Too much talk. Ha. Shut up. He gazed down at Sycanus blankly. Her tears were flowing freely now. He bent down slightly. Grabbed her bag, threw it at her. Pointed in the direction he had come. Go. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 11 2011, 10:34 PM Post #26 |
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The bag landed near Sycanus, who was still staring at Simon. He pointed towards a place far off. Before she could nod, Sycanus cleared her throat. "C-Can I at least have... m-my gun back?" she asked weakly. Why sure, Sycanus. The man threatening to shoot you is about ready to rearm you before you leave. She was still frozen in fear, not sure whether to move now or when he gives her the revolver. "You know... f-f-for protection from... other p-people... Not you, of course..." |
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 10:45 PM Post #27 |
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Simon's eyes narrowed. The gun. He removed his foot from it, and picked it up, keeping the rifle in the right direction with his knee. He knocked the grit out of it, and pointed it into the sand, far away. He pulled the trigger, feeling the gun push back into his hand, knocking the arm up. Fired again, allowing the recoil to push him. Again. Again. Again. Again. He threw the hot, emptied gun at her feet, hand stinging slightly. There would be more bullets in her bag if she really needed them. Awfully sporting of you. I still think you should kill her. No. She doesn't deserve it. She is innocent. It will come back to bite you. Don't care. More important things to do. He pointed his finger again into the dunes. |
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| widespreadinman | Dec 11 2011, 10:57 PM Post #28 |
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Wincing at each shot, Sycanus could only stare as this male emptied her gun. He then tossed the gun at her feet. In response, she calmly took the gun, packed it away, and stood up. "Th-Thank you..." she said before taking off in the direction Simon pointed at. Honestly, you did nothing wrong... why did he go hostile? ((Sycanus Applettin continued in Thorn in the spike pile.)) Edited by widespreadinman, Dec 11 2011, 11:31 PM.
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| Jadedflames | Dec 11 2011, 11:14 PM Post #29 |
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Simon breathed out heavily, sinking to the ground after she left. He placed the rifle down carefully, and crawled into the shade of the cabin. The cabin. He jumped up, peered in through a window, but could not see anything. He tapped on the window, trying to call Cameo over to him. No response. Going around to the side, he tried the door, but it was still barricaded with the furniture. He finished his rotation, and found the opposite window in pieces. Had Cameo left him? Would she do that? Why would she want broken goods, eh, Simon? He poked his head in the window, brushing the glass out of the way. She really was not there. He had started to pull his head back out, when he noticed the badge. It was sitting on the low bedside table, glinting in the light. He crawled awkwardly through the window, reaching for it. Finally through, he picked the badge up, and pocketed it. Then he saw the message. not safe trn st. 2nite C He smiled. She had not left him. She was just making sure she would be safe. She was making sure he would have someone to come to, to be with later. Someone to keep safe. He pulled the badge out of his pocket, putting it on his chest. A symbol of his connection with Cameo. He exited the cabin, pushing the furniture out of the way of the door, and gathered his things. Aren't you forgetting something? Read the badge. Sheriff. The star. That's right simon. You decided to take the law into your hands. What do you think she will do when she finds out? She won't. Wanna bet? She will understand. Not if she sees the mess you made of my head. Shut up. Where will you go, Simon? Remember. You are the villain now. She won't want that. Simon closed his eyes, felt the gun in his hands. I'm not the villain. I'm the hero. I am the law. LAW? Don't make me laugh. This isn't some cowboy romp. Your bandit was a classmate and your damsel is a sick goth you met once. It's enough. He started to walk into the dunes, heading again for the town. He still had work to do before tonight. ((Simon Mattheson, Continued in Mixed Emotions)) |
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