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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 15:01:09 GMT -5
Bellforge
June 1, 2517 - Beaumonde
7:14 PM Local Time
4:23 AM A.S.T
Blue Sun owned a share in damn near everything making money in the verse, maybe not a controlling share, or even a considerable share, but shares none the less. This included the Blue Rays chain of luxury hotels for the refined traveller of the Rim.
They were also reliable for being staffed, on the Rim, by the sort to let their guests get away with a bit, as long as their fee was paid in full.
That was the sort of hotel Marcus had lead his group into, a nice ten-story hotel decorated and designed so that the Blue Sun was present at all times, but not oppressively.
He paid for a suite with a two two bed rooms and an inner shared area. He paid the fee for one night and the following day out of Longstreet's generosity and the group reached the rooms with no fuss.
They'd brought their belongings with them. Out on the Rim, folks sometimes carried their lives in their luggage. It wasn't too unusual. Marcus was going to buy a pack of t-shirts though.
He set his bags in the central area, indicating the rest to do the same. They had scourged Burt's ship for any loot they could get a hold of, Lior and Dash raiding the crew areas and pantry, Marcus taking Burt's cabin, and Rina ravaging the engine room for anything she could carry out. Least that was what Marcus had told them to do.
Marcus hadn't really taken stock of what he'd found, anything that looked valuable or pawnable or violent in any way ended up stuffed in a thick bag.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 15:52:20 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
The first thing Rina did, the absolute first once everyone had decided on the sleeping arrangements, was draw a hot bath and get herself in it. It wasn't hard to ensure privacy. Each of the two bedrooms of the suite had an attached bath and Rina's conscience was crystal clear for the near-hour she tied one of them up. She left it with a twinge of regret, cleaner than she'd felt in ... a month? Damned close to it. She had a clean change she'd saved back from her scavanging runs through Burt's ship and she donned it now. Boots, shirt, clean coveralls. She stepped out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry and went through to the common room of the suite, there to see what the others were doing.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:01:35 GMT -5
Dannie Shutter
Dash had already made himself at home as his coat was flung over a white leather couch and his hat was perched on top of the open door to his chosen room. His boots were still on his feet as he had slouched on the blue bed while searching his cargo rucksack for his bottle of wine. He noticed as he walked in that the rooms were a neutral white. Luxurious blue rugs dotted the floor in different sizes and the accommodation had a faint smell of almond, which was a pricey commodity in his mind. He also noticed as he walked through the lounge that the window overlooking different built up areas had blurred out the industrialised estates with a projection of a beautiful ocean front with white sand and clear shores, a possible extract from one of the Core planets.
He spotted the bottle knotted amongst his clothes so he pulled out the contents and started to unravel the wine from his spare black shirt. Dash opened the bedside table compartment to search for some glasses to no success, so he lifted his body off the thick mattress and walked on into the lounge leaving his luggage spread across the velvet sheet.
His eyes darted around the room and he caught site of the shelf with crystal glasses positioned close to the computerised window, they looked ornamental but it had to do. The wine was clenched by the neck with his right hand, and with his left he hooked four glasses upside down on his fingers. He turned around and looked to Rina who had just walked in.
“Anyone for wine?” Dash made sure everyone else could hear him too.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:03:06 GMT -5
Bruter
”Where the hell are yuh!” The large man yelled. He had yelled so loud that some spittle had fallen onto his large bits of facial hair. He kept a strange sort of ‘mustache’ that was so large it went down farther then most beards. His right and left side were essentially covered in the facial hair. In spite of this it did not connect around his chin. He lumbered down the hallway looking around. He knocked over a decorative plant in his anger. ”Where’d you run you dumb little Jìnǚ jìnǚ.” He yelled. He was breathing very hard, as he came around. He knew she was around here somewhere, and he’d find her. It was very loud, almost no one either in the hallways, or even inside the rooms would miss it. He’d find where she was though, his clumping steps were audible everyway.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:03:53 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
Run!!! Screamed the voices in Siris head. She ran as fast as she could searching for a way to escape. She was really tired, and she knew she couldn’t keep it up. The elevators were too easy for her to get nabbed at. And she was running the opposite direction of the stairs.
Siri’s head moved left and right looking for an escape. But there wasn’t one that she could see. She started to panic a bit in her mind. She had no where to go, and didn’t know what to do. She did the only thing she thought she could do. “Can anyone help me!” She screamed as she looked around the hallway with no where to go. He’d be right around the corner in a minute, but she couldn’t see him. She hoped someone would do something, or else she’d have to keep running.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:04:19 GMT -5
Dannie Shutter
Dash placed the four glasses on a white wooden table in front of the leather couch. They clinked as his heavy hands settled them down, luckily Dash had nabbed a bottle with a screw top and he quickly unscrewed it and threw it over his shoulder. His tongue started to swell as he poured the crimson liquid into one glass and he routinely knocked it back before he started to pour it for the others. The smell and taste of a bitter sweet berry ran up and down his throat when he swallowed it. Awww yea that hit the spot! Dash thought to himself while pouring the wine into the glasses.
His shakes started to slowly subside and he became his merry self again. A smile grew across his face in glee, from the series of events he thought the day was only going to get worse. The smell of wine and almonds made his stomach growl for food, but he didn’t mind too much. He picked up his glass which was full again and walked towards his room and looked in, he was merely checking to see if his rifle was still lying on the bed, and it was to no surprise. He was always protective of his worn looking Walker rifle because a lot of memories were tied to this inanimate object, sentimental value always gave objects personality.
While staring at the rifle a thought had popped into Dash’s head as he leaned on the door frame and sipped from the crystal glass. “Hey Marcus,”Dash shouted. “Where are we going to get some ammo? Im running kinda low.” Dash counted the bullets silently to himself. Two in the chamber and 3 in his coat pockets, somewhere.
Suddenly he heard quick paced footsteps thud down the hallway, he turned his head slightly to the main door to his right, and wondered why people would be in such a rush, screams then perused and Dash’s eyes widened at the sound. He moved into his room, rested his glass on the bedside table, and pulled his rifle from its slumber. He cocked the finger lever twice to check if it was loaded and both accounted rounds flung out. He quickly picked them up off the bed and slotted them back in and cocked it once more.
He walked out of his room and up to the door placing his sharp eye on the peephole. He caught a rather panic stricken women centred in the middle of the hallway not too far from their door, her eyes were flushed and it seemed like she had been crying vigorously. Dash then placed his ear to the door and he heard the muffled shouts of an angered man.
“Some gal needs help out there.” Dash shouted in towards the lounge as he maintained his eye on the woman and held his hand on the door knob. He stood waiting for a good enough reason to intervene.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:12:55 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
Rina had only just bent over to pick up the glass Dash had poured for her when several things happened at once: noise from the hallway, Dash ducking into his room and out again with his rifle, and his quick stride to the door. She'd never seen him move so fast. She put her glass down as he shouted, "Some gal needs help out there!", and got over to the door to stand behind him. She threw a look over at her Captain.
"Marcus?" Rina's tone said it all in that one word: Save her. Let her in.
<TAG: Marcus! Pretty please!>
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 16:14:43 GMT -5
Marcus had taken a note out of Rina's book and taken to the bathroom of his own side of the suite. He'd opted for a shower. He came back into the common area wearing a red T-shirt and some jeans that were torn up around the calves. He was barefoot, which was unusual.
But he was really just enjoying the feel of the carpet on his bare feet. When the group assembled, he nodded to Dash to drink as he might.
Then the shouting from outside occurred. Marcus gathered the situation from the shouting and nodded to Dash.
"Get her in and shut the door. Lock it." He sighed. He could tell his life was going to get more complicated. More interesting.
He stood in the room, waiting and alert.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:16:06 GMT -5
Dannie Shutter
Dash heard the order from Marcus but acted just as he said, ‘Get her in’. He turned the door knob in a swift fashion and pulled the door open, the stern looking was man wielding a tattered looking rifle and he slid across the door, leaned out and pointed his weapon with one arm in the direction she had been looking down. “Pssst” Dash motioned to the girl with his right index finger, signalling to come through. Dash lifted his rifle to allow room for the woman to pass through while keeping his eye out.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:16:33 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
She looked from side to side, not knowing at all what to do. This was completely hopeless, and she was helpless. No one was around there was no where to go, and it would only be a moment before the big man with the weird beard was there. “Oh God” she said to herself aloud not knowing what to do. She was stumbling backward now in a flash of fear, she tripped a bit.
Then came a lifeline from grace. Siri saw a man with a gun standing there calling her over. She hoped that this meant she was going to be safe. It didn’t matter to her. She needed somewhere that would be out of the line of site, and this would be it. She ran inside and over behind the door. “Oh thank you thank you thank you.” She gave out in an exhausted voice. She’d been running for a while and was tired.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 16:17:03 GMT -5
Marcus took a look at the girl and he felt a head ache coming on. The girl looked young, young enough that girl was still more applicable than 'woman'. As he got a look of her as she ran through though the door, he felt pangs in his gut. Mercy, Alison. Both of them could have stood beside this girl and they might have been friends... either of them MIGHT have been there if only choices hadn't been made they way they had.
I can't blame the Reavers for triggers I've pulled.
"Move out of sight, breathe and keep quiet..." Marcus sighed. He went back into his room, quickly, and found the stun gun. He made sure it was functional and made sure its safety was on before letting it fall into his pocket, which his hand fell beside.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:17:27 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
“Ok” Siri said moving further into the room. It was a nice room, and it was big. But she was being saved by these people and she didn’t want use up any more then she had to. She got away from the door and moved to hide behind something. She didn’t know what to do herself, but she hoped that these people would have a better idea.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:17:48 GMT -5
Bruter
The large man stepped down through the hallway. He looked down the way he thought that the girl had gone. He couldn’t see anyone there. He could almost swear that he’d seen someone go that way. But he didn’t see her, or any sign that she was down that way. He decided to keep moving down the hallway. She clearly wasn’t there, and all of these doors were probably locked so she wouldn’t be able to just walk into one. He’d find where she went and quickly. He continued his lumbering down the hotel hallway as his search progressed.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:18:12 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
"Hey," Rina said softly, beckoning to the girl. "In here." Rina waved her into the room she shared with Cassia. There were any number of places she could hide in there--the closet, under the beds, in the bathroom. A glimmer of an idea started forming in the back of her head. Keep it simple. The less you have to explain or justify, the better. Of course, a lot of her plan would depend on what the girl decided to do or what Rina could convince her to do.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 16:18:26 GMT -5
Marcus looked to Rina as the sounds of heavy boots came no closer. And no shouts came from the hall beyond.
"Rina, let it be. Whoever's looking ain't looking here." He said. He walked over to where Dash had found the glasses. They sat on an unassuming looking cabinet. Nice bit of work, and fancier that it seemed. He pressed against one of the panels and eased back, and out swung the door to a minibar.
"Stayed in one of these places before. Tab includes the full set. Not much in here..." He pulled out a short bottle of a draft beer. "But.... it's something." He nodded at the girl.
"So miss, catch you breath. We aint the selling-out sort. Rooms paid for and damn if these couches aint as comfortable as the beds."
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:18:52 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
Siri made sure they’d closed the door before coming back out. She was so thankful that someone had decided to actually help her. It was some sort of miracle, because what would have happened if someone hadn’t she didn’t even want to think about.
She got a look of the people that had helped her. They seemed like the nice enough people. The room was very nice too.
“Thank you all, so much.” She said leaning against the wall to get her bearings back. “I’m Siri.” She said cracking a smile.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 16:19:05 GMT -5
Marcus nodded at the girl. Not quite ready to name himself just yet. She seemed like the sort of girl who wasn't used to trouble. Then again, this could all be a front and she was playing them for card and cash.
That WOULD be just the topper for his latest adventure. No that was Morse walking in... This was more a bridge if it came to it.
Still, the girl didn't seem all that bad. More worn out than anything else. He almost uncapped the beer but stopped short before going back to the mini-fridge. He looked and found what he was searching for. Vodka, and shotglasss sitting on a tiny 'freezer' shelf.
"Rina!" He said in a happy voice, pulling out the short bottle and the glasses. "I think I said I owed you a proper drink, no?" He'd set the beer back in the fridge and set the vodka and glasses on the table. "Siri, if you need something to calm your nerves, go for it. There juice in there too." It was the expensive actual natural sort of juice that wasn't as gentle on your guts, but that's still juice by any space farer's standards.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:19:27 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
No thanks" Siri replied with a smile. "I should be fine" She walked over closer to the center of the room. She was feeling much better now. She came over near a sofa that was in room and sat down.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:19:53 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
Rina stuck her head into the bedroom and swept it with a look--nothing seemed missing or messed with--before joining Marcus at the table. Hm. Doesn't give his name to the girl but throws mine around like salt? Thanks, Marcus. Aloud, she only said, "You do owe me a drink." She took the glass he gave her and saluted him with it. "Z'dorovieh."
She knocked it back, eyebrows rising as the smooth bright vodka went down clean and crisp. Bozhe moi. Good stuff. Rina put her glass on the table rim-down with a twinge of regret, but she knew she didn't dare get drunk just yet. Not when there was an unknown quantity in the room. Maybe it's time to change that. She sat down on the far end of the sofa from the girl, taking care not to crowd her, and politely nodded at her. "So, Siri, what brings you to Beaumonde?"
<tag Siri and Marcus>
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:20:20 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
Siri heard her name and looked to see who it came from. Rina was her name? It had to be since she didn't see anyone else there who might have that name. They seemed to be nice people. As far as she could tell she hadn't escaped a tornado, only to walk into a butcher shop. Hopefully it was all ok. She looked around to answer the question. "My cousin told me there would be work here, I'm a cook... but the restraunt I was working at fell into debt, and they decided to try to collect on through the workers." She paused and wondered if she'd said too much. "And that was one of collectors who found me here." She was saddened by the fact that this was what her life had been reduced to, but she was alive and that was what mattered. And she had perked up a bit at the idea she was safe with these people. They wouldn't be offering her a drink if they were bad people would they? Of course not, but maybe she was a bit naive in that sense.
(Is that long enough?)
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