Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 7:39:41 GMT
Knelt down in an extremely uncomfortable position, the back of the wooden bar biting into the still unhealed burns of her back, Zerori waited with baited breath as the sounds of noise came closer and closer. Despite nearly burning her skin off and finding money literally just lying around, she was looking forward to seeing the faces of these unidentified persons whom left money where they felt like. She was leaving with this stash, that much was for certain, but something about this stack of bills seemed notably dirty. Not just dirty – like a smudge of dirt on paper. No, it stank like an animal decided to defecate on a piece of nice parchment. It was enough to think that this money had a specific purpose and that her presence was screwing with that purpose somehow.
However, now was not the time to get lost in thought; Zerori swallowed again when the noises stopped just before they were deafening. They stopped moving and were most likely surveying the damage she made. Good. Get an idea of who you’re dealing with. She hissed in her mind, though the thought filled her with more trepidation.
When next she heard the sounds of boots against the wooden floor, she closed her eyes a moment and counted the steps. They were slow, calculating and from the direction of their coming to the direction of their going – they were piecing together what happened. After a few moments, she heard the boots move again toward the bar.
Shit! The lockbox!
When they stopped just shy of the bar, she held her breath completely. Despite doing her best to be as silent as stillness, her heartbeat thumped through her ears like a cacophony of drums. When the lockbox seemed to be opened to reveal what she had seen, a sigh followed soon after.
In a very odd accent, almost lazy but definitely clear to understand, a voice spoke, “C’mon out, y’thief,” and the corner of her lips twitched upwards for a moment, “-We saw yer little smoke signal. Might as well com’out while the getting’ is good.” They seemed almost bored with the situation, but the Halfling wasn’t fooled in the slightest. They didn’t know exactly where she was and if she stayed silent, she could get the upper hand if they started just breaking shit.
Waiting it out, she lifted her right arm and held the manacle that resided there. She had to time this just perfectly to attack him the moment he turned his back. After a few more seconds of waiting, she heard another sigh, “Shore, whatevah,” He muttered and she could hear the boots move again – away from her. NOW! She mentally goaded herself and reached a hand to pull herself over the bar in a quick movement and unfold her cannon on her arm.
However… sometime between the actual ‘getting up’ part and the ‘cannon unfolding’, a piercing pain made her freeze in place before pushing her violently back into the bottles and glasses beyond the bar. Shattering all around her, she landed in a heap on her ass and groaned in pain when some of the pieces pierced her skin. What-?! The hell just hit me?! At first, it was all just blunt damage everywhere like she’d been hit evenly all across her body. Then, a significant jolt in her shoulder had her change tunes quickly and looked at the small hole between her deltoid and pectoralis major. It prevented her movement completely and that – unfortunately – was her weapon hand.
Looking at the pin-point damage and the accuracy of their shot, she was mystified and terrified at the same time. Here she was: a pretty damn good shot herself, and dexterous to boot, getting knocked down by a single shot and at the mercy of a group that she still hadn’t seen. Looking up from her half-sitting/half-laying position on the floor, she gazed at the one whom asked her to come out.
What a surprise it was, when they all seemed to have dark red hair followed by clear blue eyes. A type of blue that looked more ephemeral than like a jewel. Despite herself, she was caught staring and he tilted his head at her. “Y’look like ya seen somethin’ ya never seen a’fore… you from ‘round here, Kitty cat?” His voice still sounded lazy but seeing his face, Zerori could see that it was deep with low timbres and almost bass-like qualities.
“I-I, um,” She shook her head, groaning at the pain that felt like it was in her neck, “-what? I don’t understand you all that well,” By the gods, she almost sounded dumbstruck! Getting her wits about her, she glared at him, “-the hell did you call me?” At her venomous tone, he seemed to take on an almost amused expression.
“Eh? Y’must notta heard me well. ‘Kitty cat’, on account of those eyes o’yours,” Like a bear looming over its’ prey, he leaned over the bar and grinned at her, “-they look like a cat’s t’me…”
Caught off guard, she flushed before grumbling, “-I don’t even know what a ‘cat’ is…” His expression changed to one of disappointment, probably hoping she’d take his words as some sort of compliment. At this distance, though, she could see his features more clearly. Besides the pale skin tone, which was brought out by his bight red hair, he had numerous little scars all over his face and an obnoxious looking cigar hanging out of his mouth. He had a jacket that seemed to almost hang off of his shoulders rather than hug him. Of course, the muscles that stretched his frame didn’t make gazing too difficult to accomplish either; turning away, though…
“Ah,” he started, as if he noticed something, “-y’do fancy me,” He seemed to be trying to seduce her or something because he put on an almost debonair smile with a wink. At that, Zerori cringed and found herself in a more precarious situation than she thought.
“Uh, look yer a real scream, alright?” She started, clearing her voice to hide the accent that leaked from her nervousness, “-but you kind of shot prematurely on the first date. Not. Smart.” At her words, he pulled back with visible hurt on his face, seeing the bullet wound for the first time. It was like night and day, suddenly and he turned in a vicious motion to throw his arm out. She saw a bright light, followed by some screams and when it was over she tried to lean up to see over the bar. A large chunk of the saloon was missing and apparently there were people behind him. By the expressions on their face, she was certain that someone just got killed.
“I tol’ him, a warnin’ shot…” He grumbled morosely, turning back to Zerori. Noticing her other wounds, he scoffed, “Besides all tha’ nonsense; you’re the thief?” He questioned and Zerori frowned, sweat gathering on her temple at his realization. Of course, he knew before but declaring it like he did felt like there was going to be more blasting her way.
“Maybe I am,” She hissed dangerously, moving to sit up but pausing at the pain.
“Yer weaker tha’ the dick I killed, ya know?” He mentioned, causing Zerori to feel a chill go down her spine. That word, amongst a few others, did not sit well with her. Sharpening her gaze, she lifted herself from the floor and held her shoulder. It hadn’t even started bleeding, instead just stiffening uncomfortably every time she moved. He gazed at her curiously, even as she walked around the bar, and shifted his posture to be more accommodating. Offering his arm to hold her up, she looked at it and then at him sternly.
“Fuck off,” She stated simply and attempted to walk past him. Rebuffed but not dissuaded, he shifted his arm to stop her movement.
“Pard’n my hearing, but it didn’ seem to catch my ear,” He began, placing a hand at her shoulder and easing her in closer. Hissing at her with malice he asked, “-The fuck d’you say to me?”
However, now was not the time to get lost in thought; Zerori swallowed again when the noises stopped just before they were deafening. They stopped moving and were most likely surveying the damage she made. Good. Get an idea of who you’re dealing with. She hissed in her mind, though the thought filled her with more trepidation.
When next she heard the sounds of boots against the wooden floor, she closed her eyes a moment and counted the steps. They were slow, calculating and from the direction of their coming to the direction of their going – they were piecing together what happened. After a few moments, she heard the boots move again toward the bar.
Shit! The lockbox!
When they stopped just shy of the bar, she held her breath completely. Despite doing her best to be as silent as stillness, her heartbeat thumped through her ears like a cacophony of drums. When the lockbox seemed to be opened to reveal what she had seen, a sigh followed soon after.
In a very odd accent, almost lazy but definitely clear to understand, a voice spoke, “C’mon out, y’thief,” and the corner of her lips twitched upwards for a moment, “-We saw yer little smoke signal. Might as well com’out while the getting’ is good.” They seemed almost bored with the situation, but the Halfling wasn’t fooled in the slightest. They didn’t know exactly where she was and if she stayed silent, she could get the upper hand if they started just breaking shit.
Waiting it out, she lifted her right arm and held the manacle that resided there. She had to time this just perfectly to attack him the moment he turned his back. After a few more seconds of waiting, she heard another sigh, “Shore, whatevah,” He muttered and she could hear the boots move again – away from her. NOW! She mentally goaded herself and reached a hand to pull herself over the bar in a quick movement and unfold her cannon on her arm.
However… sometime between the actual ‘getting up’ part and the ‘cannon unfolding’, a piercing pain made her freeze in place before pushing her violently back into the bottles and glasses beyond the bar. Shattering all around her, she landed in a heap on her ass and groaned in pain when some of the pieces pierced her skin. What-?! The hell just hit me?! At first, it was all just blunt damage everywhere like she’d been hit evenly all across her body. Then, a significant jolt in her shoulder had her change tunes quickly and looked at the small hole between her deltoid and pectoralis major. It prevented her movement completely and that – unfortunately – was her weapon hand.
Looking at the pin-point damage and the accuracy of their shot, she was mystified and terrified at the same time. Here she was: a pretty damn good shot herself, and dexterous to boot, getting knocked down by a single shot and at the mercy of a group that she still hadn’t seen. Looking up from her half-sitting/half-laying position on the floor, she gazed at the one whom asked her to come out.
What a surprise it was, when they all seemed to have dark red hair followed by clear blue eyes. A type of blue that looked more ephemeral than like a jewel. Despite herself, she was caught staring and he tilted his head at her. “Y’look like ya seen somethin’ ya never seen a’fore… you from ‘round here, Kitty cat?” His voice still sounded lazy but seeing his face, Zerori could see that it was deep with low timbres and almost bass-like qualities.
“I-I, um,” She shook her head, groaning at the pain that felt like it was in her neck, “-what? I don’t understand you all that well,” By the gods, she almost sounded dumbstruck! Getting her wits about her, she glared at him, “-the hell did you call me?” At her venomous tone, he seemed to take on an almost amused expression.
“Eh? Y’must notta heard me well. ‘Kitty cat’, on account of those eyes o’yours,” Like a bear looming over its’ prey, he leaned over the bar and grinned at her, “-they look like a cat’s t’me…”
Caught off guard, she flushed before grumbling, “-I don’t even know what a ‘cat’ is…” His expression changed to one of disappointment, probably hoping she’d take his words as some sort of compliment. At this distance, though, she could see his features more clearly. Besides the pale skin tone, which was brought out by his bight red hair, he had numerous little scars all over his face and an obnoxious looking cigar hanging out of his mouth. He had a jacket that seemed to almost hang off of his shoulders rather than hug him. Of course, the muscles that stretched his frame didn’t make gazing too difficult to accomplish either; turning away, though…
“Ah,” he started, as if he noticed something, “-y’do fancy me,” He seemed to be trying to seduce her or something because he put on an almost debonair smile with a wink. At that, Zerori cringed and found herself in a more precarious situation than she thought.
“Uh, look yer a real scream, alright?” She started, clearing her voice to hide the accent that leaked from her nervousness, “-but you kind of shot prematurely on the first date. Not. Smart.” At her words, he pulled back with visible hurt on his face, seeing the bullet wound for the first time. It was like night and day, suddenly and he turned in a vicious motion to throw his arm out. She saw a bright light, followed by some screams and when it was over she tried to lean up to see over the bar. A large chunk of the saloon was missing and apparently there were people behind him. By the expressions on their face, she was certain that someone just got killed.
“I tol’ him, a warnin’ shot…” He grumbled morosely, turning back to Zerori. Noticing her other wounds, he scoffed, “Besides all tha’ nonsense; you’re the thief?” He questioned and Zerori frowned, sweat gathering on her temple at his realization. Of course, he knew before but declaring it like he did felt like there was going to be more blasting her way.
“Maybe I am,” She hissed dangerously, moving to sit up but pausing at the pain.
“Yer weaker tha’ the dick I killed, ya know?” He mentioned, causing Zerori to feel a chill go down her spine. That word, amongst a few others, did not sit well with her. Sharpening her gaze, she lifted herself from the floor and held her shoulder. It hadn’t even started bleeding, instead just stiffening uncomfortably every time she moved. He gazed at her curiously, even as she walked around the bar, and shifted his posture to be more accommodating. Offering his arm to hold her up, she looked at it and then at him sternly.
“Fuck off,” She stated simply and attempted to walk past him. Rebuffed but not dissuaded, he shifted his arm to stop her movement.
“Pard’n my hearing, but it didn’ seem to catch my ear,” He began, placing a hand at her shoulder and easing her in closer. Hissing at her with malice he asked, “-The fuck d’you say to me?”
