Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 5:54:06 GMT
So, checking things off a list of eventful things that happened today:
She found an abandoned, defunct town and burned a building (and herself), she tried to patch herself up to some degree of success and smashed into a sudden stash of money – the likes of which she’d never seen before or understand how it came to be there. Yeah, that seemed to sum it up pretty nicely. The only thing that was left out was the fact that she had this burning desire to search for anything that could lead to how this money came to be.
Remaining in her seated position, she looked around with minimal movement to take in her surroundings in more detail. It was dark in the saloon, illuminated just barely by the sun behind the closed shades. She’d have to open them up in order to get a better look. Looking at her side with an expression of distaste, she swallowed before grabbing the table and pulling herself up cautiously. When she was at her feet again, with a lot less needed effort with her wounds healing, she used some of the chairs with ease to get to the windows.
One by one, she took her time to open them before finally stopping at the last one and simply enjoying the breeze coming through. It rushed through her hair, filling the stuffy and lonely mood of the insides with something akin to liveliness. It was too bad she had to close her eyes when dust smacked her in the face and she yelled out in pain, wiping at her face in frustration with a curse, “Fucking sand!”
When her eyes were less hindered by the sand, she opened them up and blinked away more when the wind rushed again, “-hate windows now,” She muttered and looked towards the table and chairs. It was time to check the place!
She stepped cautiously, moving her gaze gently with calculated ease as she ran through her head how things might have worked inside such an establishment. By the look of the set behind the counter near the front, it had a bar - which meant alcohol. If there was alcohol, then that meant that this was a place of entertainment, since most businesses forbade the substance to avoid inhibited senses; however, that meant that those boards were walked over all the time.
Someone planted that money there long ago. How long ago, though? She thought and walked toward the bar in question. Looking over the state of it, she scoffed and pulled a bottle that was hidden in a parallel honey-comb storage container. Reading the date, as best she could, it read 2500. It didn’t really mean much to her, but given that the records of Vegeta held some records of Earth under lock and key, it had to be a long time. Opening the bottle, she was almost disappointed to note that it was empty.
Placing it back, she mused, “It probably woulda killed me anyway,” and continued her search. She needed something tangible to get a fix on how long this place had been in order. Behind the bar, she leaned down ever so slightly and winced at the pain. There was a lock box below the table, a missing a key to a keyhole that she didn’t need. Picking it up, she placed it before her with narrowed eyes in suspicion. Who leaves a lockbox here without anything else to guard it? Did they just leave with the key and nothing else?
Placing two fingers against the lock, she closed her eyes and made sure to only use a small essence of power. There was a silence for a few seconds, and then a soft crackling sound was heard, followed by a pop. Easing the magic, she removed her fingers from the lock and placed it on top of the box. With a sound that made her wince – like a piece of rotten wood breaking – she opened it slowly. As she thought, had she opened it so quickly the dust would have nearly crumbled the paper inside. The words, once more seemed alien to her, but from what she gathered based on conjecture – this was a deed.
The date above was what caught her, though. 1900. That meant that was practically ancient!
“Money doesn’t last that long,” She muttered, finding another piece of the puzzle but revealing more that didn’t fit. By her estimation of degradation, it would have been no longer than a year. Perhaps as early as three months ago, even. Leaning her hip against the bar, she stared down at the paper before closing it completely.
So someone came here, opened a board and stashed money recently and left without leaving anything else behind. Curious… She thought when her eyes caught sight of something glinting in the hole her fist made. Leaving the side of the bar, she walked over and (with difficulty) knelt down to look inside of the hole more definitively. Inside, there was still more money around but there was also a weapon and some sort of badge. Tilting her head, she reached in and pulled out the badge. Covered in dirt, it was hardly recognizable but with a cleaning and removing the dirt, she could see the details more clearly.
It was a shield with a symbol of a snake eating itself. Despite how grotesque the concept was, she appreciated the craftsmanship and nature of it. What it meant escaped her, though. Interested, she slipped the item in between her chest armor and spandex; it might prove useful yet.
However, she noted as she looked at the money with a disappointed expression, -that leaves me with no more clues to find out who stashed it here. Where did they go? Where did they leave the money? Are they coming back for it? None of these are going to get answered and that pisses me off! Dropping the gun back in the hole, she decided to fold on the matter and just take the money. Maybe it still had value and if it did, she’d put it to good use!
Mood elevated by greed, she started to gather the money and put it in her provision pack. As she was half-way through stuffing the pack to capacity, a noise caught her attention. Freezing in mid-movement, she waited and listened. There it was again! Footsteps on rock and dirt, following by an engine of some sort and wheel that rumbled against the ground. It was closing in fast and she was sure that the ones on foot were running in her direction.
Remembering the fire she started on the building, she cursed her ignorance and quickly finished stuffing her bag. Stupid, stupid! Damn it, why did I have to light that wooden piece of shit up?! When she was finished, heart pumping fast in excitement and fear of discovery, she moved sluggishly to hide behind the bar. She wouldn’t be able to escape the building in her shape and avoid detection. That just wasn’t a possibility at this point.
Clipping the provision pack in place at her side with better ease, she took a breath and let it out to calm herself. However, she noted with an unusual sense of optimism, I get to see who left the money here…
She found an abandoned, defunct town and burned a building (and herself), she tried to patch herself up to some degree of success and smashed into a sudden stash of money – the likes of which she’d never seen before or understand how it came to be there. Yeah, that seemed to sum it up pretty nicely. The only thing that was left out was the fact that she had this burning desire to search for anything that could lead to how this money came to be.
Remaining in her seated position, she looked around with minimal movement to take in her surroundings in more detail. It was dark in the saloon, illuminated just barely by the sun behind the closed shades. She’d have to open them up in order to get a better look. Looking at her side with an expression of distaste, she swallowed before grabbing the table and pulling herself up cautiously. When she was at her feet again, with a lot less needed effort with her wounds healing, she used some of the chairs with ease to get to the windows.
One by one, she took her time to open them before finally stopping at the last one and simply enjoying the breeze coming through. It rushed through her hair, filling the stuffy and lonely mood of the insides with something akin to liveliness. It was too bad she had to close her eyes when dust smacked her in the face and she yelled out in pain, wiping at her face in frustration with a curse, “Fucking sand!”
When her eyes were less hindered by the sand, she opened them up and blinked away more when the wind rushed again, “-hate windows now,” She muttered and looked towards the table and chairs. It was time to check the place!
She stepped cautiously, moving her gaze gently with calculated ease as she ran through her head how things might have worked inside such an establishment. By the look of the set behind the counter near the front, it had a bar - which meant alcohol. If there was alcohol, then that meant that this was a place of entertainment, since most businesses forbade the substance to avoid inhibited senses; however, that meant that those boards were walked over all the time.
Someone planted that money there long ago. How long ago, though? She thought and walked toward the bar in question. Looking over the state of it, she scoffed and pulled a bottle that was hidden in a parallel honey-comb storage container. Reading the date, as best she could, it read 2500. It didn’t really mean much to her, but given that the records of Vegeta held some records of Earth under lock and key, it had to be a long time. Opening the bottle, she was almost disappointed to note that it was empty.
Placing it back, she mused, “It probably woulda killed me anyway,” and continued her search. She needed something tangible to get a fix on how long this place had been in order. Behind the bar, she leaned down ever so slightly and winced at the pain. There was a lock box below the table, a missing a key to a keyhole that she didn’t need. Picking it up, she placed it before her with narrowed eyes in suspicion. Who leaves a lockbox here without anything else to guard it? Did they just leave with the key and nothing else?
Placing two fingers against the lock, she closed her eyes and made sure to only use a small essence of power. There was a silence for a few seconds, and then a soft crackling sound was heard, followed by a pop. Easing the magic, she removed her fingers from the lock and placed it on top of the box. With a sound that made her wince – like a piece of rotten wood breaking – she opened it slowly. As she thought, had she opened it so quickly the dust would have nearly crumbled the paper inside. The words, once more seemed alien to her, but from what she gathered based on conjecture – this was a deed.
The date above was what caught her, though. 1900. That meant that was practically ancient!
“Money doesn’t last that long,” She muttered, finding another piece of the puzzle but revealing more that didn’t fit. By her estimation of degradation, it would have been no longer than a year. Perhaps as early as three months ago, even. Leaning her hip against the bar, she stared down at the paper before closing it completely.
So someone came here, opened a board and stashed money recently and left without leaving anything else behind. Curious… She thought when her eyes caught sight of something glinting in the hole her fist made. Leaving the side of the bar, she walked over and (with difficulty) knelt down to look inside of the hole more definitively. Inside, there was still more money around but there was also a weapon and some sort of badge. Tilting her head, she reached in and pulled out the badge. Covered in dirt, it was hardly recognizable but with a cleaning and removing the dirt, she could see the details more clearly.
It was a shield with a symbol of a snake eating itself. Despite how grotesque the concept was, she appreciated the craftsmanship and nature of it. What it meant escaped her, though. Interested, she slipped the item in between her chest armor and spandex; it might prove useful yet.
However, she noted as she looked at the money with a disappointed expression, -that leaves me with no more clues to find out who stashed it here. Where did they go? Where did they leave the money? Are they coming back for it? None of these are going to get answered and that pisses me off! Dropping the gun back in the hole, she decided to fold on the matter and just take the money. Maybe it still had value and if it did, she’d put it to good use!
Mood elevated by greed, she started to gather the money and put it in her provision pack. As she was half-way through stuffing the pack to capacity, a noise caught her attention. Freezing in mid-movement, she waited and listened. There it was again! Footsteps on rock and dirt, following by an engine of some sort and wheel that rumbled against the ground. It was closing in fast and she was sure that the ones on foot were running in her direction.
Remembering the fire she started on the building, she cursed her ignorance and quickly finished stuffing her bag. Stupid, stupid! Damn it, why did I have to light that wooden piece of shit up?! When she was finished, heart pumping fast in excitement and fear of discovery, she moved sluggishly to hide behind the bar. She wouldn’t be able to escape the building in her shape and avoid detection. That just wasn’t a possibility at this point.
Clipping the provision pack in place at her side with better ease, she took a breath and let it out to calm herself. However, she noted with an unusual sense of optimism, I get to see who left the money here…
