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Brownout Part I: Into the night
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Ascending Crane
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Angel gives a broad smile and motions to the other side of the booth. "Sure, have a seat."
With her other hand, Angel casually reaches down into the open backpack cradled at her feet, her hand touching the cold metal of her firearm. Ok, he's french. Either he has nothing to do with the US government or he's *really* good.
"Oh, I'm just here for the cobbler, you know," Angel says with a broad smirk. "It's quite good." Taking another bite of the delicious pie, Angel looks outside. "Must mean you're here for the brownout, hmmm? Pretty interesting, I would say."
Angel looks up at Adrian, her hand still in her backpack, now thumbing the safety off.
"Sure! The more the merrier!" Angel once more motions to the other side of the booth. No way he's sitting next to me and cutting off my exit.
As the two begin discussing the brownout, Angel smiles and nods at all the appropriate points.
"That's valuable intel you've got there, I haven't see it," Angel pauses a moment. Intel?? Damn it, woman. You're a civilian now. Talk like one! "But how do you plan on getting past all the military...?"
OOC: UnDFind - best handouts *evar*. And I love giving out quality handouts in my game, but that's just too cool. Big props.
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Starman
Adventurer
Jeremy steps out of a semi that just pulled into the truckstop. He grabs his bag and gives the driver a thankful nod. Looking around, he shakes his head and thinks, Jesus Christ, what a dive . Lighting up a cig, he walks into Earl's.
Jeremy is a few inches over six foot and while not, skinny, he's slim. He has wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair. He's wearing a pair of sunglasses and a cigarette is casually hanging out of the side of his mouth. He's wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt. A backpack is slung over one shoulder. He looks to be in his mid-twenties.
He looks around the joint (keeping his sunglasses on), notes the table of sore thumbs, the lack of business, and every thing else that makes a small town truck stop what it is and snorts. He heads up to the bar and grabs a stool, setting his bag on the ground.
"Coffee. Black. Keep it comin'. "
He keeps a peripheral eye on the newcomers, but otherwise, says nothing.
Jeremy is a few inches over six foot and while not, skinny, he's slim. He has wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair. He's wearing a pair of sunglasses and a cigarette is casually hanging out of the side of his mouth. He's wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt. A backpack is slung over one shoulder. He looks to be in his mid-twenties.
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He looks around the joint (keeping his sunglasses on), notes the table of sore thumbs, the lack of business, and every thing else that makes a small town truck stop what it is and snorts. He heads up to the bar and grabs a stool, setting his bag on the ground.
"Coffee. Black. Keep it comin'. "
He keeps a peripheral eye on the newcomers, but otherwise, says nothing.
Ascending Crane
First Post
Out of the corner of her eye, Angel sizes up the newcomer to the diner.
Long hair. Cig. Hmmm. Definitely not military. Just another burn-out.
OOC: Call ME a sore thumb, willya!!!
Long hair. Cig. Hmmm. Definitely not military. Just another burn-out.
OOC: Call ME a sore thumb, willya!!!
UnDfind
First Post
Howdy, my name's ::hic:: Bill
The chime on the door to Earl's rings as an older, definately native, man stumbles in. Just one look at him tells you that he's already had a good start on the evening's drinking.
The waitress watches the man stumble towards the bar with a neutral expression. "Evenin' Bill," she says. "Close the store for the night?"
Nodding in an over-exagerated fashion, Bill replies "yup, no customers. Tomorrow's the big day though. Sell enough for two weeks in one day when all them army boys come through again." Bill seems to think on this for a while, then nods to himself before taking a seat at the bar. "Two fingers of sippin' whiskey please, Martha."
<----------Bill
The chime on the door to Earl's rings as an older, definately native, man stumbles in. Just one look at him tells you that he's already had a good start on the evening's drinking.
The waitress watches the man stumble towards the bar with a neutral expression. "Evenin' Bill," she says. "Close the store for the night?"
Nodding in an over-exagerated fashion, Bill replies "yup, no customers. Tomorrow's the big day though. Sell enough for two weeks in one day when all them army boys come through again." Bill seems to think on this for a while, then nods to himself before taking a seat at the bar. "Two fingers of sippin' whiskey please, Martha."
Festy_Dog
First Post
The woman was starting to show a military swagger, maybe it would've been better to avoid her, she could be some kind of monitoring agent, but on the other hand a government agent wouldn't have made any mistakes.
He notices the newcomer, and furrows his brow at the site of his hidden handguns but remains silent. He isn't the only armed person here.
Spot 19 rolled +13 = 32
Jaque decides to be very up front with the woman, maybe disarm any illusions she has of him.
"You are of ex-military?" he asks politely, but then he takes on a sharper tone, "Or do you work for them still?"
He notices the newcomer, and furrows his brow at the site of his hidden handguns but remains silent. He isn't the only armed person here.
Spot 19 rolled +13 = 32
Jaque decides to be very up front with the woman, maybe disarm any illusions she has of him.
"You are of ex-military?" he asks politely, but then he takes on a sharper tone, "Or do you work for them still?"
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