Roland stopped in his tracks, confused sleighty by the mixed greetings he had just recieved. "I'm Roland Junn." He paused briefly, darting his eyes between the two, searching for any recognisable facial expression. "I've sailed with transport ships, passenger cruisers, cargo runners and other things. My last job I was chief mechanic in a smalltime salvage operation thingo. But.. they got shut down."
Jack finishes the drink the bartender finally let him add to his long tab and walks out into the street to begin his search for employment anew. He sees a group of people gathered around a beat up old firefly. They're not locals, he's been stuck on the ground long enough to know. Wondering if they're looking for a pilot, he wanders over. "Who's bird?" he asks noone in particular.
(sorry i took so long to jump in. my comp died. it's up again, hopefully for a while now.)
Tybalt turn's, "Actually yeah...I'm captain Morgan...Morgan Tybalt...now..." She jumps down the stairs and leads on her feet, standing up and extending her hand, "WHats your name?" She shoot's Elliot a look out of the corner of her eye...
One-Hundred Percent Obsessed... with Battle Royale.
Scott walks up the ramp of the Firefly and bangs his hand against the air lock. "Aint nobody who buys a peice Fei-oo like this, who is lookin' for honest work. I aint lookin for that neither' . So what you say, this crew dont look like its got much punch to it yet."
Post by beautifulytragic on Jun 17, 2008 15:36:52 GMT -5
A young girl in her twenties was looking at the crowd from a far she wore a green dress that went down to her feet it was a rather elegant dress. The dress was long enough to cover her shoes which we combat boots. Her hand on her gun just in case some one suspicious came to close. She then took a deep breath and headed towards the crowd.
A man who was obviously under the influence of alcohol he walked up behind her following her to the ship "ah aren't you a pretty little thing." He said grabbing her by the waist.
Emily's face went from a calm look to glare "You best get your goram hand off me sir." She said grabbing his hand with a tight grip.
The man laughed "ah now that is now way for a women of your class to be talking. Now then why don't we find a quiet place to so business eh?"
"I said let go of me!" She said spinning around slamming him up against a wall. "Now then you leave me alone or I blow your brains out with my friend Bella here. Ya know she's been pretty bored lately and she looking for some fun."
The man grabbed her arm pulling her close to him.
"Alright then you asked for it!" Emily kneed him in the groin and punched him knocking him unconscious. He landed on the ground and she shot the ground missing his head by an inch. Seeing the knife in his pocket she reached down and grabbed it "this might come in handy." She then headed back to towards the ship "Nice bird you got here captain." Emily said with a smile.
The last bar is me green! I made it! [yeah I know I'm obsessed]
Dameon had been leaning against a busted light post watching as the group gathered. He wore a brown long coat, hanging just above his ankles. Underneath the coat he wore a black shirt, with dark blue slacks, held up by two belts. Across his chest he had a leather bandoleer which (at least apparently to the rest of the group) held a dagger, a roll of some fabric, and a metal knuckle.
Dameon had been admiring the ship, until who he had assumed was the captain walked out. He pushed off the pole, slipping a projectile revolver into a holster on one belt, and walked over to join the group. He walked up next to the girl wearing the green dress, making sure she knew of his presence... he didn't want to end up like the drunk bast-- who she took down earlier.
He crossed his arms and waited quietly for his turn to introduce himself to the captain.
In the end, none of us are heroes, just the ones who survived to tell the tale.