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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Feb 2, 2011 16:02:11 GMT -5
Klien's purse jingled amidst the general buying-and-selling bartering of the Bazaar. --or, well, it would have if venny was a coin instead of a bill-- but everyone knew better than to so much as look at the draw-string pouch dangling from the Collar's wrist. Lawless territory or not, beating up a thief wasn't a gang affair; it was a 'your-fucked-for-trying-to-steal-from-Klien' affair, especially when today was her day to spoil herself.
Either way, most shoppers were too preoccupied with their own endeavors to pay the dressed up Black Collar any notice beyond lecherous looks; Klien snarled at each one she caught the eye of, but she wasn't worried about them. It was the children running underfoot she had to beware of, and anyone that might "accidentially" bump into her to both cop a feel and cop her wallet. To avoid both, Klien wasted no time window shopping and wound her way past tent after shack after stand after blanket in search of a certain somebody.
She had the route memorized: a left at the watermelon grapes, a right passed the stand of leathered goods at the pen of tan & white zebras. She strolled down a lane of junkies peddling their wares and providing quick fixes if they could, lingered by a table of pink salts that promised to make the water smell like flowers, and eyed a precarious group of youngsters huddled near a merchant and his four barrels of rice. It was just passed the stand of rocks, of all things, that Klien knew she would find the Rat's Nest native and procurer of certain hard-to-obtain goods.
Hesitationless, she pushed aside the flapping Persian rug with a flourish and stepped into his little working abode. "Got anything good?" She called into the hollowed out bus over the distinct clank of her heavy combat boots. Another Persian rug partitioned the length of the no longer yellow vehicle, but she knew he was back there. He always seemed to be when she had money to spend.
tags: open! [anyone! maybe a smuggler of conclave eggs, myes?] word count: 351 notes: KLIEN WANTS A BIRDIE. Someone join her while she buys it! [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on Mar 13, 2011 19:30:32 GMT -5
Elliot wandered along the bazaar with a fascinated look on his face, not really on the look out for anything. He found it rather strange to be in Lawless, he saw no muggings or the like around here. Maybe they didn't want to mug him because they didn't like him, he was too scruffy for them to even want to mug him. Then again, Elliot looked rather clean today compared to usual; tidy hair and no dirt on his face at all!
Elliot soon discovered his way into a lane of junkie merchants, some with stalls full of marvelous wares and some with no stalls at all, simply laying out their goods around them in an attempt to put them on show. This intrigued him slightly, wondering if he could possibly set up shop here some day, even a relatively minor one. Elliot began to browse the various junk stalls, not looking for anything specific, rather checking out what was on offer.
Many of the stalls were makeshift and they looked like they would collapse any minute, which didn't bother Elliot as he preferred to look at the various junk on display. If the stalls did manage to collapse, he'd run away anyways. Minor things such as pieces of scrap and old resources, to mechanical parts, to broken gadgets, to old fragments belonging to objects no longer in use. He'd never even heard of some of the mechanisms that were on display in front of him, some didn't even seem to have any point to them, except to look pretty. Elliot was rather envious at some of the applications that the vendors had managed to find, even minor things; everything around him was so shiny. It made him ponder on how they found such things, it must have took quite a bit of searching to do so.
After some time, Elliot finally reached the end of the lane, continuing onward to wherever the trail he was following may take him. Elliot's feet began to feel weary from the amount of walking he had endured as he twisted his head from side to side, observing the multiple tents and shacks and the goods that they displayed for sale. Nothing specifically caught his eye, the majority of the items being distributed were food and "exotic" items. He decided to quicken his pace after scanning the area, uninterested in the wares around him.
As Elliot headed forward, he jolted to a halt to rest his tired feet, rubbing the back of his ankles slightly. He stood and slowly looked around, thinking on where to head next. As he contemplated on where to go next, a woman caught his eye. She was heading into a rather derelict bus, moving the persian rugs to one side and heading inside. He cocked his head to one side, interested in the rather pretty lady, slowly moving forward once more and examining the old vehicle. He came to a sudden stop once more and shook his head, questioning himself in his head. Although he was curious as to what the attractive woman was doing around these parts, he believed it would be rude to intrude on her doing. He began to stretch his arms, wishing to rest once more; although he did wish to take a peek inside. [/blockquote] words:[/color] 552[/size] notes:[/color] yay! first rp post.[/size] |
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Mar 14, 2011 16:31:50 GMT -5
The question went bad in the shadowed silence of the bus's interior. No one replied. Impatience rumpled Klien's good mood, but she would not be deterred from her mission. Twirling the pouched around a pair of fingers, she tried again to coax the merchant she sought from the bowels of the junk-hole he'd told her to be at. "Hellooooo~?" The greeting was by no means feminine or flirty, but neither was it displeasing or vexing.
When no one replied a second time, Klien rolled her eyes at the ceiling and caught the pouch with a decisive crunch of bills. The dull thud of her boots filled the silence as she walked down the aisle to invade the partitioned half of the bus. "You know, if I wanted to be kept waiting, I'd've gone to some other grubby merchant--" Both Klien's voice and the stomping of her shoes cut off with the dull buffet of dusty blanket being pushed aside.
Empty.
Thomp thomp thomp pufffff-- Thud. Klien landed outside the bus in a small dust cloud, persian rug flapping back into place behind her. "Fucking moron." She muttered to herself and propped her hands on her hips. If he wasn't going to sell his wares to a Collar, she would spend her venny elsewhere. A quick sweep left and right, however, reminded Klien she knew few and fewer black market merchants.
On a second sweep of the area in search for something a little less obvious to get her started, a smudge of brown hair caught her eye and Klien to peer down her nose at the child standing a little to close at hand. "What?" It was a flat question, broad, undefined, and as blunt as the toe of her boot. Quietly, she curled the velvet green pouch dangling from the bright yellow cord around her wrist back into her palm.
tags: elliot [pickles!], raz [pidgey! you are still welcome!], open! [anyone! maybe a smuggler of conclave eggs, myes?] word count: 321 ...blastoff! notes: I am excited for these two XD [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on Mar 17, 2011 12:29:56 GMT -5
Elliot adjusted his shirt slightly, deciding not to waste time and continue onward. He began to hear voices from the bus. He coudn't understand what they were saying however, or maybe he didn't have enough interest to care what they were saying. Either way, he began to take a few steps away from the bus to continue his exploration of the area.
All of a sudden, the woman from earlier popped out of nowhere, she seemed a tad annoyed, unless that was always her expression. He shrugged it off and decided to continue onward until he realized something; she was coming this way!
He gawped at her as she stood before him, she was quite taller than him, so he had to look up at her. He eyed her combat boots, they looked like they could kill someone with a stomp on their head in his opinion. Was she going to kill him, simply because she was annoyed?
He began to think rationally once more, she wouldn't exactly kill him for the mere fact that she was mad, that'd just be silly. He may as well talk to her, since she would have hurt him by now if she was out do punch him. He could always run away if he'd begin to anger her, He did nothing wrong, right?
As she began to speak, his eyes darted from side to side as he attempted to think of something to say, it looked like she didn't have much time for him. "Uh... you seem lost?" he said to her, rubbing the back of his head. His voice was slightly deep and had a rather cracked tone to it, but seemed to have a rather childish quality to it, as if his voice had broken only recently. He gave her a rather crooked smile at her after his response, stepping to one side to allow her to walk by.
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Mar 23, 2011 20:21:10 GMT -5
A single brow shot up at the boy's initial reaction --he looked like a frightened little animal-- and the frown of vexation toward the merchant twitched upward. His fear, the quick left-right glance, the rub of his neck, and the hesitation to respond-- it warmed her heart and she barked a harsh laugh when his voice cracked. The most non-threatening male on the planet stood before her.
"Me? Lost?" She settled into her place, hip swinging to the side as he so appropriately stepped aside to let her pass, and let the smile on his boyish face finally turn her frown more or less upside down. "Honey, in your dreams." A flicker of temptation lit her purple eyes aflame before it turned to smoldering embers too hot to handle.
Klien stepped forward with a lingering smile of amusement, talking as she went. "Being lost and looking for something are different matters entirely." She walked passed him looking left and right at the throngs of people inspecting the wares so meticulously laid out under the careful eye of the junkies and dealers looking to make a buck. What the Black Collar wanted, however, wouldn't be as easy to find as a newly repaired shoe or modified two-way radios.
"And I, my dear," She went on talking even though the boy was some steps behind now. "I am looking for something." The words were murmured, mostly to herself since he wouldn't have heard at such a distance, as she narrowed her eyes to start looking between the lines for the slights of hand and whispered invites to a shop selling wares not found on Khthonia. Without missing a beat or looking back, she raised a finger of beckoning and called the boy to follow. When he reached her side, she spared him only the briefest glance at the top of his shaggy brown head. "Know anyone that sells... eggs?"
tags: elliot [pickles!], open! [anyone! maybe a smuggler of conclave eggs, myes?] word count: 312 I seem to have a fondness for those numbersnotes: awah, Klien likes the little buggar x] [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on Mar 26, 2011 16:29:28 GMT -5
Elliot began to frown at the lady's laugh, his eyebrows lowering and creasing. Her laugh didn't exactly intimidate him, instead it annoyed him. Was she making fun of him!? Did he say something dumb? It didn't matter to Elliot once he realized that she was smiling, so she seemed gentle... for now.
Elliot began to look up at the woman's face as she walked by him, focusing on keeping eye contact. He didn't want to let his hormones take over and begin to stare at her body, who knows what she would do to him if she caught him checking her out.
He began to relax more, not exactly listening to what she was saying. He sighed a breath of relief as she began to walk further away, he was getting pretty tired anyways. That was until he noticed that she was beckoning for him.
His eyes widened as he noticed this, wondering if to follow her instructions or not. He slowly turned around to the opposite direction, taking a simple step before his body froze in it's spot, his head turning slightly to examine her. She was still there, waiting for him. To be honest, she didn't seem like the dangerous type and he had nothing better to do - so he shrugged his shoulders and ran towards her. She seemed pretty powerful AND she seemed to like him, it made him feel fuzzy that someone like her would take the time to even talk to him.
Elliot easily reached her destination as he peeked up at her with bright eyes and a meek smile. He adjusted his falling pants, pulling them up to his waist and kicked the ground with his now dusty shoes. As she began to speak, his body sank a little. He didn't know anyone who sold that kind of stuff.
"Uh... what kind of eggs?" he asked the woman, his voice cracked once at the statement. "Woah, wait... nevermind, silly question. Uhm... I don't know anyone that sells any kind of eggs. Sorry..." He pulled the back of his pants up as he spoke, still giving eye contact to the woman the whole time.
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Apr 3, 2011 18:51:17 GMT -5
The same pleased smile lingered on Klien's face as the boy hustled over to her side --She was starting to really like this kid-- but his response wasn't at all what she expected. Or wanted.
"What kind of eggs?" The twice repeated question finished in almost the exact same instant, hers much more abrasive than his hesitant inquiry, but he corrected himself, caught himself as she turned to him, the usual frustrated frown settling into her features with every word he spoke. He was less useful than she thought --or was he? Her lips pursed in thought as she stared back at him, debating something before turning to look at the crowd, first to the left, then to the right. She really didn't want to walk all over the Bazaar, nor did she want to go spreading word of what she was after. The boy seemed to be the perfect solution to her predicament...
"Now that you know what I'm after, I'll make you a deal," she said finally. Her tone suggested she would brook no argument, failure, or nonsense in the mission she was about to depart to her young companion of the moment. "Find me someone that can supply the goods, without blathering it to everyone in sight." She studied his face to be sure he understood that he couldn't ask just anyone if they were selling eggs. When she was satisfied a small smile crept back into her eyes. "Do that and I'll buy you something of your own.
"So. Do we have a deal?" She extended a hand in symbol of the agreement; once shaken he couldn't turn back. That's how deals with the Black Collars worked. Klien knew it, but did he?
tags: elliot [pickles!], open! [anyone! maybe a smuggler of conclave eggs, myes?] word count: 289 notes: if he accepts, feel free to make up an NPC that can lead them to someone who actually has an egg. i'm going to try and find someone who can RP it out IC xD [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on Apr 7, 2011 17:39:00 GMT -5
It was rather perplexing to Elliot as to why she was being rather suspicious about all this. She'd been nicer to him than what he'd thought she'd be though, which was a plus. The thought of a ruse did cross his mind, a temporary humouring of him until his worth was done.
Elliot listened intently to her proposal, his interest peaking when he heard the woman's reward for her task. She seemed like she had some coin, so everyone would come out happy. In fact, he was really warming up to the lady, she didn't seem as scary as she was earlier and they'd both be going away happy if her task was completed.
He nodded calmly, continuing to look up at her. "I'm on it! he said to the woman, giving her a short two fingered salute, standing straight as he did so. Elliot then noticed the woman extending her hand, in which he responded by shaking it with a rather loose grip. He gave a small bow as he shook it, breaking the hold afterwards. Elliot adjusted his pants once more, slicking his hair back after doing so and walked a few steps away from her.
Elliot pondered as to where he could find conclave eggs. If she didn't have any luck, what good would he be? Then again, it could be similar to finding junk... just with more shell to it.
He spotted no eggs on the route to where he arrived, so it would be pointless checking there at all. He looked back, deciding to move forward some, thinking on the matter.
"If I saw no eggs on my way here, they're must be around this part, banded together to allow people who look for them to find them easier... yet they wouldn't be back to back with each other, or that would allow their competition to possibly beat them." he quietly muttered to himself as he thought about the situation. If the lady had been looking for eggs and had just exited the bus near him, then there must be a rival seller near that bus. Suddenly, something clicked for Elliot as another matter crossed his mind. He quickly walked back to the woman, asking her a question "Uh.. where do we meet up?"
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Apr 13, 2011 20:14:02 GMT -5
The boy piped up with a bright and determined 'I'm on it!', saluted briskly, and shook her hand before he turned and meandered more than marched his way down one of the Bazaar's alleys. Klien wondered for the briefest moment if the kid had any clue what he was getting himself into and promptly brushed it away. His grip had been wimpy; she had nearly crushed his hand. He could use a healthy dose of reality, the harsher the better.
She had just turned to scour the alley in the opposite direction --friends kept close to friend, no?-- when the kid's voice was back. She looked over her shoulder, brow raised both in indignation and bewilderment at his immediate and unhesitant question. For a minute she stared at him from over her shoulder. Not for the first time she wondered if he knew what he was doing, but the wrinkle in her brow passed and she turned away, jerking a thumb at the bus. "In there."
Without waiting, she walked away to begin her own search of the Bazaar for anyone with a "back room" or looking to rich for their wares. The boy would do as he pleased in his search; Klien didn't intended to so much as blink in his general direction, but as she wove her way through the crowds, she found herself thinking more of what he should be given as a reward than if the vendor could help her in her hunt for a Pair Bond. She frowned at this, the darkest look she'd possessed all day. A woman walking toward Klien noticed the scowl and proceeded to give her a wide berth. Others followed as Klien walked down the center of the way, fixedly and purposefully looking for someone that could reward her the way she so deservedly sought.
tags: elliot [pickles!], open! [anyone! maybe a smuggler of conclave eggs, myes?] word count: 310 notes: wanted ad posted! hopefully we get a taker :3 [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on May 10, 2011 17:18:56 GMT -5
Elliot wandered the opposite way to the woman, finally starting his search for the conclave egg. He was wandering to a rather sparse area compared to the rest of the stalls, with only a few stalls scattered around which sold minor, useless things. As he looked around, he realized that there was nothing of use here.
This was rather hard, he understood he probably had to look around the more "shady" areas to find that kind of stuff, but he didn't know where they were. He was only fifteen and sure, there were some pretty rebellious fifteen year olds and probably younger, but he wasn't one of them. He's never bought anything illegally before, or bought anything deemed illegal.
He needed some thinking time, it was still pretty warm too. He pulled up his pants once more and sat on a large rock, thinking over the situation. His knees were brought to his head, where he rested his chin on them and wrapped his arms around his legs tightly.
Maybe he should give up? Run away right now or something, this could prove difficult with the fact that there was a lot of stalls littered around, none of them having any eggs at all. This was going to have to be a rather secretive deal if he was to gain any progress on this. He was never the type to give up, it'd just deem him as useless when it comes to this kind of stuff in his mind. On the plus side,the reward could be nice if there was one.
Elliot sighed, bringing his right leg down, stretching it into a straight formation. He didn't want to look like some kid looking all lonely and feeling sorry for himself. After stretching his arms out, He pushed himself up, brushing his knees to get rid of the dust, ready to get back to business. The first thing he did was stand gracefully on the rock itself, his body stretched upward to look for any sign of the woman, or any sign of eggs, or any sign of shady men.
As he thought, he didn't spot anything. He proceeded to jump down, plodding forward until he managed to reach the more populated areas, the best place to start. After taking quick glances at the shops, he began to hope that nothing distracted him as he probably needed all the time he could get.
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Post by dominik on May 26, 2011 22:43:18 GMT -5
What an annoying day it had been. The bazaar was as populated as it was when he had left it last, people moving to and fro. He had almost forgotten how claustrophobic it all was, with people in close enough vicinity to not only smell each other, but actually rub up against eachother. Dominik truly hated such feelings – people down here were always so unclean. Hadn't these people ever heard of bathing? Honestly.
He looked out from his little shop stall off in the middle of the less traversed area of the bazaar. He didn't own the place, and he certianly looked like he didn't belong. Nearly immaculate white coat made him stand out a great deal, especially in these parts. However, his look gave him an air of supremacy – people didn't dare mess with him, even though he looked like he had money. Anybody with the balls to walk around the shady parts of the bazaar standing out so much must have reason to do so.
So, he sat there on his little, shoddy stool, staring boredly off into the crowds. He withdrew a small file and began messing about with his nails, shaping and cleaning them – he wasn't quite sure how, but this area just seemed to turn him into a dirt magnet. It was why he was a little reluctant to take this job from one of his old Black Market contacts – 'Just sell this egg' they said. Pfeh. Selling such things was always a risk, he knew, but he needed the money, and the black market higher-ups always needed fall guys should shit hit the fan. That's who he was.
He stood for a moment, leaning forward and resting his hands, newly cleaned nails tipping each one, against the table in front of him. Decoy wares covered it, the kind of stuff that was sold in nearly any store nearby, all priced so that legitimate buyers would simply ignore them. He eyed what appeared to be a broken silver pocketwatch, before picking it up and turning it over in his hands.
He soon sat back down, pocketwatch in hand, withdrawing a kerchief and cleaning it's tarnished surface. Hopefully a buyer for his little piece of merchandise would show up soon.
((OOC: Selling the egg you want, as we talked about. Also, to Elliot... since we met in another thread, I'll tell you how that thread was/is intended to go. Me and Julietta will be having an epic gunfight. You can remember that for this thread, if you'd like, just to keep liquid time sane. ))
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on May 28, 2011 18:50:37 GMT -5
Klien wandered down the aisle of make-ships shops just far enough to reach a cross-section when the thought struck her: What in the name of barbecued bird was she --Klien Livessay, Captain of the Black Collars, and most promising, rising member-- doing sniffing around the grimy back corners of the Bazaar for an over-sized egg? The louring wrinkles softened as a sly smile crept across her face. She didn't need to rub shoulders with the plebeians that skirted her taxes. She had an equally as grimy, brown-nosing yet sufferable preeteen to do that for her.
With just as much grace and flair as she had when she first came to the Bazaar, Klien turned around and sauntered back to the tapestried bus where she had met Elliot and told him to meet her. She would wait for him inside to bring the news of a seller. Better yet, he would bring the seller himself --Now that was a feat she'd be impressed by! As she slipped into the back of the bus to the familiar echo of her boots on cavernous steel, she toyed with the thought of rewarding the boy with something more than just a belt if he brought the egg right to her. He would deserve it for working in the sun.
And if he failed? Klien ran her fingers along the roof of the bus, feeling the aged metal and rivets beneath her fingers, as she debated, lips pursed in thought. If he failed... She could decide that later. The day still had a few hours of light left before Khthonia cooled off and she was expected back. For now, she would wanted to know just what was hiding behind the partition. The bus was hers now and she would do with it as she pleased.
The tapestry flapped noisily as it settled back into place, but all that greeted Klien was a normal front of bus, disfigured by a white box that had crashed through the windshield beneath the pressure of the junkpile above. The box had a number of gears on the top --What the hell was a 'large load'? Fragile?-- and a timer and a door. She winced at the grating as she opened the door and resisted the urge to kick it for making such a horrendous noise. Still it opened with less resistance than she expected. Inside, a tunnel. Interesting. This bus was getting more interesting by the minute. She would have to keep it in mind for later.
Klien didn't bother to explore the dark hole and kicked the door shut with a satisfying, creaking SLAM! that echoed worse than her heavy footfalls. She would get the kid to explore it later, to redeem himself if necessary, seated herself in the driver's seat to wait for his return, and pulled out her revolver. A queen on her throne awaiting her minion. The spinning of the chamber never ceased to amuse her.
WHRRRRRRR.
tags: elliot [pickles!], glen [jake!], open [anyone!] word count: 500 on the dot! notes: long filler post xD [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on May 28, 2011 20:15:57 GMT -5
Elliot sighed, still searching around for any sort of sight of a conclave egg, he was thinking that this search was getting pointless now. He still hadn't exhausted the entire place, but he was beginning to give up hope really, the rest of the area would be too open to sell something illegal. Elliot went with the motions and continued to walk forward anyways.
It was at that point that he spotted a man not so far from him. He seemed very well dressed, rather neat, actually. A bit too neat, as if the man didn't belong in this place. Then it finally clicked, the only reason Elliot noticed him is because he looked familiar, then he realized that the reason the man looked so familiar was because Elliot had met him before!
This was the man from the bar back in Junkyard Downs, he was a pretty cool guy, well.. sort of. He was annoying the lady next to them to the point Elliot left due to the fact he knew something bad was going to happen back then. Well, at least the guy was nice to him anyways. It probably wouldn't have been the best thing to do concerning asking him about what happened after Elliot left, but he wondered is guy may know where to buy a conclave egg, he was a friendly person and he should share info as Elliot did the same with him.
Elliot soon realized the man had some stall for himself, which could be beneficial as long as he didn't talk about that one day. Elliot walked up towards the table, quickly glancing at it before looking up and smiling at the man. Elliot then mustered up the courage to talk to the familiar face. "Oh. Hello there." Elliot said. "Looks like we meet again?
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Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Jul 1, 2011 20:04:29 GMT -5
The revolver chamber snapped shut with a jerk of the wrist. Too long. Klien Livessay stood, marched ominously out of the junk-hidden bus, and startled the nearest pedestrians upon emerging from the alcove, revolver in hand. A woman barely managed to restrain a scream. It tipped off a merchant in the nearby stall.
"'Ey!" He shouted, calling more attention to her militant stance as she searched the crowd for her Lackey of the Day. "'Ey, lady! Put it away or we'll make ya!"
"Mind your own." Klien snapped her attention to the speaker, a wiry turbaned man with a thick beard. "I haven't used it. Yet." She spat in his general direction. "So don't make me." He glowered at that, but he said nothing and Klien left the area to peruse the stalls in the direction she'd sent the kid, revolver swinging threateningly from her right hand.
Knowing what to look for, Klien found the less trafficked area of the Bazaar much faster than the kid had. She also found him, chatting with a light-haired man in a white coat. Curiosity softened her need to shove the barrel of the revolver down the kid's throat. She holstered it, nearly prying her own fingers from the trigger, and approached, though the same scowl kept to her brow. She stopped directly behind the boy and, without sparing a look at the peddler, interrupted their conversation.
"What are you doing?" The question brooked no argument as she stared down at the boy.
tags: elliot [pickles!], glen [jake!], open [anyone!] word count: 258 notes: that's it! i'm tired of waiting! we're making something up! use Glen as an NPC, make up some chatter to fill the time where Klien's coming after elliot, and wing it! lets finish this! lol [/size] |
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Post by ELLIOT CREED on Jul 14, 2011 11:43:37 GMT -5
After thinking about it, Elliot thought that this search was pretty easy. He just had to keep his eyes open and to find the right people, it seemed like having friends in high places was a pretty good thing when it comes to gaining opportunity and favors. Gladly he had found exactly what he was looking for - a conclave egg. Inspecting it, he didn't exactly see what all the fuss was about, and why that woman wanted it to badly. Maybe it was tasty when cooked?
When Elliot came to think about it, he realized that he had no idea where she was. What happens if he can't find her? He just keeps it warm? Then again, he wouldn't have it as he wouldn't be buying it. He wondered how he'd be able to even find her again to tell her that he found a conclave egg for her to buy. What if she found one already? This could have all been pointless for him.
His moment of drifting off caused him to jump at the sound of a booming voice behind him, sending shocks and chills up and down his body at a rate. It wasn't only the sudden sound of the voice, but the mere tone of the voice that scared him also, it sounded like a bomb practically. It was there that he realized that the voice was that woman's, she sounded pretty mad. Then again, even though he hadn't known her long, he had the feeling that she sounded like this quite a bit, it wasn't that much different from her regular voice anyways,
He turned around to her, giving her a sweet smile at what he just found, confident that it'd please her. Maybe it'd cheer her up. He answered her question by displaying the egg in front of her, still smiling faintly. "This is Glen." he said. "Here's your egg, be gentle." he nodded affirmatively and said one last thing. "He doesn't want much for it either, in my opinion."
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