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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 17:53:44 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye was listening to the chatter around him, and he couldn't help grimacing, but it wasn't like he had a stick up his ass, he just had to be careful around strangers, especially those who'd just seen their whole team arrested but had escaped unharmed, he did have quite the hefty warrant on his head, and sure it was under his old name, but he couldn't risk it. Hawkeye pet Ilana and Marcus chatter for a bit longer, until he felt safe to relax. Hawkeye let out a sigh of relief as the town shrank in the distance. "My name is Hawkeye by the way, and it's not so much that I have a stick up my ass, as it is that I can't afford to be caught by the Feds."
Hawkeye rearranged his coat so that his guns were no longer displayed, he no longer really fealt the need to threaten the man anymore. Hawkeye leaned in intently ready to interac with his fellow truck mates, boy Carl was going slower this time.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 17:54:02 GMT -5
Marcus had to respect Ilana's terse response. His habit for sticking his foot in his mouth was persistent enough he had to consciously, constantly, back track on what he was saying... of course just because he had to doesn't mean he actually came through on that.
The man, Hawkeye, finally responded and his paranoia got a laugh out of Marcus. "Oh really? What have the Feds pegged on you? Robbery? Arson? Littering?" His own warrant had Terrorism in bold, capital, letters.
"Noone wants to get pinched by the Feds, mate." He leaned back in his seat.
He was silent for a moment then admitted an exception. "'Cept maybe their wives."
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 17:54:43 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Marcus was of course correct Most people wouldn't want to be caught by the Feds. Though Hawkeye wasn't sure everyone here had the same rep sheet he had, though Hawkeye had a clean rep sheet, Theodore had a messy one. Hawkeye contemplated telling Marcus his whole rep sheet, and decided on giving him a partial list. "I'm wanted for treason and a few trumped up charges, that when added together are worth quite a lot." If Hawkeye was caught he'd probably get to see Gerome and DeWitt again, but it'd be at his public execution.
When Marcus made his next joke he couldnt stop himself from laughing out loud. Marcus was funny, Hawkeye really would like to like him, but he still didn't really trust him.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 17:55:56 GMT -5
Carl
It was taking a while for Carl to get a hold of the other end. He didn’t like how long this call was taking to get through, but it was just because the other end had not taken the call yet. Likely the party was not where their phone was. He heard the others in the vehicle talking to each other. He wasn’t really paying attention to any of what was being said, he was concentrated on driving while getting his call through. Finally he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to get someone picking up. So he opted for the next best thing, tapping a button on the side of the device. ”On our way back, you should meet us outside, we gotta figure some things out on that job with…” He stopped a moment.”Uh…” He tried to figure out the mans name. He heard him mention the word Marcus, and then the last name came to his mind. He tended to take it all in at once, so when he heard that, he knew the name. ”O’terra.” He said finally figuring it out. ”We gotta figure on that.” He said then tapping the communicator on his ear again.
He was trying to fit into his mind who else could go, because he knew that the job for that one was likely to be shipping out today, and this wasn’t the sort of opportunity that someone just let go by. At least that was the Carl understood it, so he was trying to figure out a way that it might continue as planned. Of course he wasn’t always able to do that, however Longstreet would know what to do. Right now he was taking it each step at a time and the current step was in getting them all back to the post so that they could actually have a viable way of continuing. Once he stopped focusing on the call, his driving seemed to get a bit more erratic, as he sped up and was making turns a bit more violently.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 17:56:12 GMT -5
Ilana listened to the back and forth between Hawkeye and Marcus, surprised. The way Hawkeye had been acting, the last thing she expected was this revelation from him. She had suspected that he was on the run, but she didn't think he would just come right out an confirm it. She heard Carl talking into his comm again, but the wind defeated her ears, and she understood none of it.
She thought for a moment about the hopeless wreck she had waiting for her back at the warehouse. While she was anxious to be out of this truck, she was loathe to start a job she had no hope of finishing. Maybe after this little excursion, she could get Carl to put a word in about some new wire for the control panel on that mule.
She turned a little in her seat so she could see both Marcus and Hawkeye's faces. Hawkeye didn't look or sound mad about her laughing at him. He was laughing at something Marucs has said. She didn't like making people angry, though she seemed to be pretty good at it. Marcus looked amused, but that amusement didn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes looked haunted, like he'd seen one too many people he cared for get hurt one way or another. Another assumption, but again, it felt right, though she knew she could be wrong.
Looking at Marcus she asked, "Goin back into the black?" She had no idea what possessed her to ask that. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she cursed herself silently. Why would you ask that? She thought to herself.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 18:55:33 GMT -5
Marcus could tell Hawkeye was hesitant for some reason, but he couldn't nail it down. Then Hawk just out and told him. "Damn. Feds are just throwing Treason around these days. I guess when everyone is living under the same government there's no room for differing opinions."
As Carl started to drive like a madman, Marcus braced himself against the frame of the truck cabin. "Lords~" he hissed as Carl made a hard turn.
Ilena's question was punctuated by such a turn and Marcus was leaning forward from the speed when she finished.
"We~ll -oof-" He fell back against the seat. "That's a matter of if or not Longstreet still needs a hand with his job."
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 18:56:57 GMT -5
Carl
Carl was listening to some of what was being said behind him. Most of his focus was forward on where they were going. He wasn’t leaning forward as the drove, but the way he did, you almost suspect someone to be gripping the wheel with their face pressed against the windshield with an insane smile on their face, like they were daring death to take them. Carl however had somewhere to go, and where others fell into line quite easily, he did not. Many of the regulations of the road he didn’t bother with, though there wasn’t much that anyone ever did to stop him other then honk their horn. The law didn’t really bother with traffic, since they were spread so thin trying to catch actual criminals. Carl always leaned back and didn’t move his expression much from how he had it when he was just standing still. His long brown hair blew in the wind as they moved along the road, and he kept his hat tight on his head so it wouldn’t blow off. He adjusted his left suspender a moment as it was a bit tight on his shoulder.
He caught the last portion when the woman had asked if he would be going back out into space. Carl kept his ears open wondering what the response was. Most of the time when he listened to things they didn’t matter to him. He did as he was told, and didn’t draw any conclusions as things may well be above him and he wouldn’t understand it fully. When he had to however, he could fit things together well enough to make his own decision. The response came in the form of what Carl practically considered a question directed at him. Though he knew it wasn’t, he knew he could, and should answer it anyway. ”Aint nothin’ changin’ in this plan s’far’s I know.” He spoke loudly over the wind so that O’Terra in the back could hear him. ”You may be missin’ yer people, but if yer still lookin’ fer money er protection.” Carl stopped as he moved around another vehicle that was blocking his lane. ”You’ll be put in the same way. Figurins’ just gotta be done in the who we put instead. Money’s still good on it, just the markets changed the participants.” He yelled back. His eyes had never left the road even for a moment. He kept the vehicle moving forward and stretched his neck a bit as he looked at the gauges a moment.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 18:57:42 GMT -5
Ilana was almost in a state of shock when Carl spoke. That was the most she'd ever heard him say at one time. She knew she'd only been around for a week, but he struck her as someone who didn't say much. He'd spoken to her, but he hadn't said much, only answered questions, or given orders. This was akin to giving a speech for Carl so far as she could tell.
When he was finished, he went back to the way he was before. This was the first time she had ridden in a vehicle with him, but the whole time he had been sitting there almost as if he didn't know he was driving. Clearly that wasn't the case or they would all be a tangled of limbs and truck parts in a bloody heap on the side of the road, but that was the appearance of him. His expression rarely changed, and on the few times she'd seen it change, it hadn't been a good thing.
She turned her face to the front, but didn't bother rearranging her body. The truck wasn't exactly made for comfort, but sitting as she was now, at least her arse wasn't falling asleep. She thought, This has been the longest ride on land I've ever been on.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 18:57:55 GMT -5
Marcus tilted his head and looked at Carl, or rather the back of his head, as the man spoke. It was hard to cut through his drawl, but he surmised that he was saying he was still good for the job, he'd be working with different people.
As they returned to the area Marcus recognized vaguely as the 'post' where he'd landed the Hardtack Marcus finally started to think of the smaller things in this recent turn of events.
After losing so many people. Mercy, Hope, Alison, and now Rina and Lior; the loss itself wasn't what was gutting at him. Guilt at this point seemed to exist in him passively, constantly. Now it was the inconvenience of dealing with criticism that bubbled at the surface which earned his chides and pokes.
"Morse is going to laugh at me for this. He's going to call me a failure, then laugh at me. Ray will just laugh."
As he thought if over he realized something. All the people he'd lost were women. "Ray'll laugh at that too, I wager... After Morse points it out."
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 18:58:21 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye listened as the conversation switched over to a new topic. Apparently Marcus was part of one of Longstreet's Jobs, that gave him a plus in Hawkeyes book, they had the same boss which ment they had some of the same interests in mind. This ride was really dragging on, and Hawkeye was begining to get antsy, he had already fallen behind schedule on his deliveries, and hopefully he wouldn't get fired for missing them it wasn't his fault.
The talk of the job Marcus was part of really peaked Hawkeye's interest, sure he gets paid enough here, but Haweye could only assume that one of Longstreet's bigger jobs would pay even better, and Hawkeye needed the cash. Also Hawkeye missed the black, sure he got to fly a bird, but he only got to just barely break atmo, and Hawkeye longed for the deep black between worlds, the thrill of real work travling between the worlds. Maybe Hawkeye could score himself a place in this job, but he couldn't just ask Carl or Marcus, and he deffinately couldn't blow off more deliveries to follow Marcus and hopefully score a job with him. All Hawkeye could do was hope that an opportunity presented itself
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:00:22 GMT -5
Carl
Carl kept his eyes on the road. He could hear the words being spoken behind him. However he had nothing really to say. He knew Morse well enough, and he knew him enough to know that O’terra was probably right about that. However he didn’t have anything in particular to comment on that. It was yet to be seen, and the ‘Colonel’ was the one more to wonder about what was going to be said. Granted he wasn’t likely to send him back out, but he would probably be working out a plan for it. Carl’s job in all this now was making sure that they got back to the post in order to enact whatever plan wa to be made. He knew that marcus was supposed to be back there in the morning if he was going to do the job, and Longstreet had known that, so this wasn’t actually that far off from what was originally to happen. Still this was a rather tenuous situation and he was wondering about what the outcome would be. He just kept his focus now on the road as they were almost to the post itself. The industrial section was plainly in view and it wouldn’t be long before they were at the gate.
< Thread Continues in A Curious Collection: Part 1
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