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Post by dakota on Jan 18, 2007 6:06:36 GMT -5
Chaz hadn't noticed the badge when she had walked in, and his gaze shifted to Justice after giving Jerran a shut up look, " Sorry ma'am. You might have the wrong room. This here is so I can get a crew for a transport I just won..." He said the last part flatly, as he'd planned to keep it to himself for now.
The bookworm looking guy took one look at Justice, and hurriedly made his way from the room. (OOC- not Macen, the one Chaz was spezking to in the predule. He's not here)
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Post by shiivster on Jan 18, 2007 12:34:09 GMT -5
*jolanda, being the object of observation, is a little undone by the seemingly way she's been given the 'shunning' by complete strangers. Then going over in her mind, backtracks the journey that lead here, and ponders if that 'funny' man was responsible.
*frowning as she now observes oneof her patients getting informed that 'she' was in the wrong room, suddenly understands. looking at the hands in the lap and then back up at Chaz, stands up and in American 'i am sorry for wasting your time. you are not needing 'professional' people .. i will take my doctoring and healing skills elsewhere. i will be fine. excuse me, i will be gone in a moment ... '
*then standing to look at Justice simply asks 'no burning pains? .. no sense of a fist in the wound? .. oh right .. i was leaving. i wish you well' *then moves to her backpack again and then the chair slides out of the way, without her touching it, as she moves with much grace her irate little self can manage*
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 18, 2007 14:28:48 GMT -5
With a pleased little chirp, Thinks I'm a Tree realises that the good part of the orange is on the inside. With a quick climb, he arrives at the table on the end of the couch, near Windrider, and proceeds to gut the orange.
Windirder barely seems to move, or blink, for that matter, still waiting for Chaz to make the presentation.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 18, 2007 15:38:13 GMT -5
Chaz hadn't noticed the badge when she had walked in, and his gaze shifted to Justice after giving Jerran a shut up look Jerran hides the smile he feels, and leans back against the wall, hands still crossed over the pommel of his sword. Waiting for the chips to fall was always the longest and most tedius part of any preliminary contract negotiation. Noticing the red-vested Lady looking put-out and annoyed, he motions her over with a crooked finger. Whispering; "You just got here, why leave now? Fun hasn't even started yet. *eyebrow raises & voice lowers* Be patient and see what else the man up there has to say first...THEN you can leave in a huff if you want. Instincts tell me he'll need a medic or saw-bones before the week is through, one way or another."  |
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Post by shiivster on Jan 18, 2007 16:37:17 GMT -5
*its clear that the inner fires of anger burn brightly from the look she gives the dark one with the sword ... and while she knows that to leave now and have her rightiouc anger fuel her for a long time to come .. she knows that credits do NOT grow on trees.
*Taking adeep breath she ods once, then turns to look at Chaz as a chair slides towards her once again. she sits as its behind her, the pack now to the side. its obvious to all that look at her now, something akin to political power holds her in place. SHE is the last of her people, SHE is the ONLY representative of the entire clan and so far SHE has made herself to look like a fool, but that will change.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 18, 2007 19:43:19 GMT -5
Kat's expression doesn't change all all, although she sighs inwardly at the appearance of static even before the person who had put up the posters had gotten a chance to explain what the job was. She wonders how well things are going to go and if everyone, while they don't have to become best friends, will get along well enough to work together.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 19, 2007 0:09:35 GMT -5
Ammused pondering; Hmmm...wonder if the man realizes that monkeys tend to 'blow main ballast' explosively when they eat citrus?  ;D |
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Post by nowhere65 on Jan 19, 2007 0:36:30 GMT -5
Krendal Rex steps into the bar and looks around. Spotting the other grackle Tooth behind the bar, he gives him a nod of recognition.
The bartender in turn throws a nod towards the TV room and Rex nods again.
As Rex walks closer and coser to the TV room, the door seems to shrink....well at least in comparison to his size.
He has to duck when he steps through the doorway, his frame noticably wider than the doorway, he swives sideways so that he can enter.
Once inside the TV room, Rex finds a chair and sits down, as he begins to think about the day's events and just where he will be tomorrow.
Its easy to tell what occupation he's in, as there are grease smudges all down his arms but the grease suddenly stops as it reaches a clean line about halfway down his forearms, where it looks as though he's washed his hands thourghly, but seems to have forgoten the rest of himself. All in all its apparent, he's a Grackle Tooth dbee and a mechanic.
As he sits and listen to the small crowd gathering, the chair underneth him growns in protest to his weight.
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Post by dakota on Jan 19, 2007 5:25:58 GMT -5
Chaz scowled at at Jerran and Jolanda, but it faded as the grackle took a seat. He turned back to the reat of the group, saying under his breath," Good thing it's a big ship..." He took off his glasses, blinking a couple time. His eyes seems off as he looked at the others in the room as he spoke. " Okay, here's the offer. I need a crew for a transport and a couple jobs I already managed to line up. I'm offering equal shares of the take to anyone who signs on, but it comes out after ship expenses. I'm not real fussy on what kinds of jobs I take, but I can promise no slaves or wet work ( slang for hired killing ), and I won't have anything to do with the coalition if I can avoid them. Any takers?"
With a groan from one of them, three men who were loafing near the far wall up and left.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 19, 2007 8:24:36 GMT -5
Windrider raises his hand. "I will work for you." He says in a solid, baritone voice. "I can drive most vehicles, and can drive yours."
Hearing Windrider's voice and seeing his hand up, Thinks I'm a Tree looks up from his orange long enough to raise his own hand and squack. "Think's I'm a Tree is also interested." Windrider explains, with a smirk.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 19, 2007 14:30:27 GMT -5
Kat nods at Chaz and says "I'm in."
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Post by dhakael on Jan 19, 2007 15:00:11 GMT -5
Thinking silently: "Heh! If he believes the CS will leave us alone, he's got another thing comming. That's what Reginald thought; now he's a carbon stain on some rocks...poor bastich."
Jerran nods curtly towards the 'boss' and rasies his raspy tenor voice to be heard; "You may need someone with more than just guns to defend you; I can provide other means aside from physical."
*small smile, with just a hint of mocking*
"...count me in."
With this, Jerran rasies his right hand to remove his sunglasses, revealing the long scar down the side of his features and the dark orbs of his eyes (so dark-brown in colour, they look black).
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Post by shiivster on Jan 19, 2007 15:32:35 GMT -5
*the eyes narrow. never a good sign for those that know this woman. thankfully, the trait that her people are known for is NOT known here. she weighs the pros and cons of 'work'ing with these others ... and while the thought itself is appauling, the chance to get some credits does sound appealing. this does not require having to put up with strangers touching her in places they shouldn't .. and it will allow her to see more of this strange place.
*thus, torn between rightous anger at the various infidals and their lack of manners .. and the need to seek out a new 'enforcer' and a new clan continue to war with each other, the bearing on her face changes yet again. one side winning over the other, and she speaks .. in Euro the second language of her people.
'i will join your, group for now. i am a healer, trained in the deep forests of what you called England, and the sole survivor of my clan of birth. I am all my clan made into one, please remember that' .. *then slips into american* 'i will attend as healer ... '
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Post by nowhere65 on Jan 19, 2007 17:17:20 GMT -5
Rex stands and glances at those that said they were signing on, his eyes follow the few that walk out. Then he turns back to Chaz, and his mouth parts in a grin that his people are famous for.
"Well, I'm a fair shake with a gun." He slings a thumb at the large weapon hanging at his waist that looks like a rifle. "But I'm mainly into mechanics, vehicles, weapons, armor.....know a fair bit about comuters as well."
He grins again, "and well, equal shares sounds good to me. So, I'm in if you'll have me." He rests a large hand on the back of his chair and fixes his gaze on Chaz, as he waits for an acceptance.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 19, 2007 20:44:51 GMT -5
At a quiet moment, Thinks I'm a Tree stands upright, as if poked. In an instant, he makes a mad dash out of the room, under chairs and legs. A few minutes later, the Capstan monkey strides in with a relieved look on its face. he walks up to Windrider's feet, and holds out his wet, matted hands and lets out a "pay-attention-to-me-squack".
Windrider looks down and holds his hands out, palms up, which the monkey imitates, then palms down, and the monkey reciprocates. After this little show, he lets out a little squack again. <"Yes, you did right."> Windrider says in Cree, pulling a half-eaten milkbone out of his pocket and giving it to Thinks I'm a Tree.
The monkey takes the snack and, climbing back on Windrider's shoulder, nibbling the end and becoming silent again.
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