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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:19 pm
TABAngevin stood there for a while pondering and finaily made up mind after taking a drink from the rusty bottle. She strode down the street up to the mansion wobbling as she did.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:37 pm
Goblin watched the angry man go, pensively tapping a finger against her chin
"well. That was pretty damn strange," she says finally, and turns to enter the pub.
"Deschain... Deschain... hmm... that does ring some sort o' a bell. Ah well. He's gone now, ain't he? am I ever tired..."
she collapses into a nearby chair, and accidentally kicks John
"whups! Hey, John, you alright? I won' let the big scary man hurt yeh again, I promise!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:10 pm
TABSam limped down to the pub and nervously looked around at the cword on the street. He entered inside and frist took in who was there, minding the dark corners the most. Finaily he took a seat by the window and dug into his caot for some liqour money.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:30 am
slylilgoblin "whups! Hey, John, you alright? I won' let the big scary man hurt yeh again, I promise!"
Thus he wanders up the short flight of wooden stairs and brays on the locked upstairs door.
"C'mon! I havn't slept in days, nearly."He pulls his pistol out and tries to fire a shot at the lock, but he has neither shot nor bullet.
He descends the stairs, pulls out a decorative carpet and uses it as a blanket, laying down to sleep just next to the fire."Er-hem, G'night."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:30 pm
Goblin leans back in her chair, rubbing at her eyes.
"Ghosts, cats, shootin's, and an angry stranger bent on revenge. hell, but i need a nap. And possibly a stiff glass of milk."
She starts rummaging through her pockets, dropping the contents on the table
"map... paper... mints... mint wrappers... knife... gun... dammit, where's my money? I need a job..."
resigned to dehydration, she slumps down, regarding the pile on the table sadly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:43 pm
jill slides off her barstool and walks over to where john's laying and crouches down to him and nudges his shoulder.
"hey, mate no need for anyone to sleep with the dogs" the 19 year old smiles and drops enough gold for a room on the ground next to him before casually walking back to her stool
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:08 pm
slylilgoblin Goblin leans back in her chair, rubbing at her eyes. "Ghosts, cats, shootin's, and an angry stranger bent on revenge. hell, but i need a nap. And possibly a stiff glass of milk." She starts rummaging through her pockets, dropping the contents on the table "map... paper... mints... mint wrappers... knife... gun... dammit, where's my money? I need a job..." resigned to dehydration, she slumps down, regarding the pile on the table sadly.
Sam pulled together his small heap to coins together and called over a waiter.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:20 pm
Taipa wanders into the pub, and goes over to the woman who's just emptied her pockets. She sits down across the table from her and makes herself comfortable. She speaks loudly enough that most people can hear her and understand her embarassment about her last trip in here, but not too loudly to sound like she's trying.
"Hello again. I'm afraid we weren't properly introduced last time. My name's Taipa Morgan, but you can call me whatever you want. What're you lookin' for there?"
The girl brushes the green hair out of her eyes and fiddles with a mint wrapper, deftly shaping it into a crane and placing it on the table.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 11:51 am
Red Hand Jill "hey, mate no need for anyone to sleep with the dogs"
The pub seems to be filling up with rowdy people, John grumbles and pulls the carpet over his head. Now there is just a very decrotive lump in the middle of the floor.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:33 pm
"I said I needed a job. I didn't say I was goin' domestic.
But pride's gotta take a backseat, sometimes... So maybe..."
She blinks suspiciously at the girl sitting across from her, but as she looks fairly harmless and not too insane, she cautiously smiles
"'Ello! ah, yer' the girl wit' the cat! It's nice to meet ya, Taipa. I'm actually named Shiela McKay, but most calls me 'Goblin' or 'a world of pain and terror fitted into the small form o' a fetching female scallywag'. You can take yer pick. An' I was lookin' about me for some sort o' money. But I seem to have spent m' last bit of it."
she picks up the crane carefully, and peers at it
"It's... err... a.. bird! That's nice. Where'd you learn to make that?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:55 pm
John Bellamy "It's not money I need, young ma'm. The door's locked."He says sadly, without turning to look at the young girl.
The pub seems to be filling up with rowdy people, John grumbles and pulls the carpet over his head. Now there is just a very decrotive lump in the middle of the floor. "why's it locked?" Jill asks pensively. "why not just ask fer a room that's not locked?" she goes to gather the coins, but moves in a slow manner to see if John changes his mind.
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