Ch. 15 New Kids In Town (Sierra)

[shiivster]

'oh god .. he's got a gun ... ' *sounding like a panicing teenager. hoping the officer on the other end of the phone heard that .. and then as the finger starts to tighten is not caught flat footed as she was making it appear. 'i don't wanna die ..... '

*collapsing to the ground, one foot snaps towards the hand holding the gun as the other gets between his legs .. trying to get into a position while on the floor, to trip him up and take him down with a sudden twist to the side.

[[ cut and pastes the results from an online roller, so as not to appear to be having the luck of the devil ]]

Roll 1: 23. to kick .. ouch .. [tries to pull it so she wont shatter the guy's arm or hand] [[ Nat 20+3 strike ]]
Roll 2: 12. to get the other foot between his legs in the vain attempt to trip and take down [[ Nat 9+3 strike ]]

Pull punch - Roll them bones ... your dice are

Roll 1: 14. [ not sure if i pulled the punch fast enough .. figureing damage if it didn't ..] Damage from kick [ 5+9 times 2 for a total of .. uhm .. 28 - he could lose the hand altogether ... hope i pulled it enough ... ]

[dakota]

The gun weilder reeled in pain as the pistol went flying ( dodge to avoid = 7), and stumbled backwards, only to go down with a crash as his feet tangled with Sierra's. " You broke my freakin' arm, you..." the obsenities flew from his mouth as he writhed in pain on the floor.

Seeing his companion go down, the second would be robber abandoned the cash register and bolted for the door.

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[shiivster]

*with the gunman on the ground and not exactly going anywhere really fast, looks to the sounds of the feet running for the door and reaches for anything to throw at the legs or knees to slow the runner down .. her thoughts now are to delay them, or mark them somehow for the police to find them easier.

*her concern for the older gent shopkeeper is now in the front of her thoughts and is really worried what the police are hearing and if the guy's still alive. 'i told you, i didn't wanna die. but i really hope you didn't kill that guy behind the counter ... '

*rolls to the feet and grabs a can of corn from the counter and gets ready to chuck it at the second guy .. and tries to bluff and get him to stop by the doors with the next comment
[MA check? ]
'HEY .. i can pick the fleas of a dog at 50 feet with a skinning knife .. wanna see the impact this can will leave in your head? .. STOP or i throw to kill ... and while i'll have crippled one .. i really dont like killing .. so be nice and stay right there .. or else ....'

[[ roll to strike with item picked up from shelf -=- Roll 1: 12+1 = 13 + 3 [PP bonus] = 16 strike

damage from impact to target - unsure what she grabbed ... so the damage will be varied, use what you need
1d2 = 1 .. 1d3 = 2 .. 1d4 = 4 .. 1d5 = 5 .. 1d6 = 6 .. 1d7 = 1 .. 1d8 = 2 .. all damage will include +9 damage as well
disregard that final PM there dak .. its all included in here ..

MA check -=- Roll 1: 31./ 65% ]]

[dakota]

The second guy stopped and turned in time to see the can, ducking in time (dodge= 17) and then scooted out the door. The sqeal of tires from a waiting car was soonreplaced by the wail of an approaching siren.

The first guy was still lying on the floor moaning when the shopkeeper stood up, looking a little worse for wear. " Thank you miss, but unless you want to put up with their foolishness, you might want to skedaddle." He pushed the groceries towards her. " We can settle up some other time." He smiled thankfully.

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[shiivster]

*shrugs and points to the phone .. dangling from the cord behind the counter. 'uhhh .. they still hanging on .. told me to wait. and his gun when over there someplace .. ' *pointing off to the area it went in. i .. uhh ... i kicked him and i think it hurt him. i know it hurt my foot, kinda, and i panicked'

*then now hearing the siren, nods frantically. 'yeah .. another time then mister. guess you can call me, "late for dinner" ?.. my turn to cook'

*then grabbing her groceries, slips out the door leaving the injured gunman on the ground in the store and at the shopkeeper's mercy. juggling the 4 bags of tins and things bought, moves along the street at a sedate pace, until the police wailing vehicle has passed and then hurries the pace up a bit.

*it isn't until she's closer to the apartment, that she recalls ...o0( oh .. oh my ... i really hope the other guy isn't looking for me? .. really hope not. now did i see any other vehicles outside that shouldn't be there? .. what if there was a third guy i didn't see? ... oh dear. maybe i shouldn't have left home, but i need to send back money to get it going again .. hopefully it will only be for a little while. i don't like living like this. it's way to noisy. i miss being on the road and setting up someplace new every third to fourth day. so much quieter before )

[dakota]

No one followed Sierra to Kristian's apartment. The building was somewhat quietas she let herself in. A message on the answering machine flashed as she set the groceries on the counter and the caller ID showed only one call from a " Me (Cell)"

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[shiivster]

*looks at the phone message flashing ... 'wow .. look at that, well i betterget supper started .. the cakes and cookies will take a while to cook. the cassole? .. well, i guess it can be served from the pan or something ' ... *then organizes the groceries, puts together a corn, onion and pepper salad with Italian dressing to marinate in the fridge and then gets the casserole started.

*taking a quick break from the washing up, moves to the telephone again and wonders ....o0( should i pick it up? .. nah, better not ... it could be an ex or something. i'll see if Kristien calls later ) 'hope he's hungry and doesn't mind dinner being sorta not really fancy'

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[dakota]

When she looks again after washing up, there is a second message on the machine. After checking, it is from the same caller. Next to the phone on a to do list, Sierra notices a note Kristien had for himself. Call landlord->phone ( No ringer)

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[shiivster]

*blinks at the phone now .. and KNOWS that she didn't hear a ringing, so now she's a bit confused. 'well i hope he's not needing cash for stuff like rent .. not that i wouldn't pay a fair share of it .. but still, thats kinda funny. now, should i? .. and if i do .. would that mean the other messages are lost? .. '

*ponders it for another couple of minutes as she switches cookie trays for the next batch and setting these ones to cool. 'alright .. the guy at the store gave me paper bags inside the plastic .. so .. i have a pen here and i'll write the message down word for word. hope that doesn't get me into trouble ... '

*then against her better judgment and between the cookie's getting cooked [ peanut butter .. chocolate chip .. oatmeal and raisin and a full combo of all three ] and the now cooling white cakes with a lemon sugar glaze that was poured on while it came out of the oven, Sierra does the unthinkable .. and hits the 'play button' and has her pen poised to take the message and hopes it won't make her an accessory after the fact or something.

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[dakota]

Message 1 .... Hey it's just me, Kritian. Guess you must be out runnin around. I'm gonna be a couple hours late. Gotta cover for one of the guys so he can take his kid to the doctor. Only be an hour or so.


Message 2 ... Hey it's me again. I'm tied up at the hospital from a last minute run. Some morons tried to hold up the store down the street from there and one of them got roughed up by a customer pretty good. Figured you heard the sirens and wondered about the commotion. Anyways, I'll be about an hour.


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[shiivster]

*starts to write the first message down .. and stops to listen to the accent of his voice and sighs, wanting to here it again and nods .. 'got it .. gonna be a bit late .. th ... what ? ... *eyes going wide at the contents of the second message* 'oh ... my ... uh oh ... really hope there's no security camera ... i guess i'm gonna have to get new clothes ... i think that was ... me ... whoops .. ? '

*the hands cover the mouth to smother the giggles that seem to bubble up and out of her. 'yeah .. i think that was me alright ... whoops ... ' *snickers a bit more, and then puts the paper bag away and the pen* 'well i guess i don't need to write them down .. wonder how come i didn't hear the ring tone ? ... whoops .. the cookies ... ' *jumping up to change over the next batch*

*continues making cookies and then wraps the cooled lemon loaves and pops them into the freezer. and then bags up the cookies .. glad that they're thick and solid as opposed to the type that's thin and really brittle. bagging them into dozens and then easing them into the small freezer, wonders how her new found friend has survived this long on .. the contents of his fridge and cupboards.

*finally the aroma of the cookies and cakes is released into the hall as she airs the apartment out a little and has a cross-draft going with the door open and two windows open as well. 'ahhh .. nothing like the smell of success in the morning to wake you up .. now for some tea. so glad i don't eat the cookies like i used too ... ' *then eases the door shut, and moves to the kitchen one last time to make some tea and to look out the window. 'so .. this is the city huh? .. hope there's work for me somewhere .. oh damn .. i should have picked up a paper ... maybe there's a paper box or something nearby. maybe the kids would get me one .. for a bag of cookies? .. '

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[dakota]

As if on cue, an hour after the last messages time, Sierra heard the door close as Kristian let himself in. " Something smells good in here. You've must have been busy. I would've been here sooner, but the cops were taking their time at that mess down at the corner market like they usually do. " He grumbled, taking off his work jacket. " Go figure they were trying to find a way to pin it on a meta. So wahts good for supper?"

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[shiivster]

*looks up from the cleaned kitchen 'tuna casserole .. and corn salad and a Waldorf ... wasn't sure if you liked corn. i used to cook back home .. so .. it will take a while to cook for just one or two .. but salads are really easy to make .. and i wasn't sure what kind of cookies you liked .. so i .. uhh .. made up a few different types. could maybe offer some of the casserole to the college kids .. they might need the chance to study or something?' *then moves to kitchen to grab the plates and forks.

'casserole's in the stove on warm, i'll grab the salad's ... so other than .. the incident at the store, how was your day? ' *setting the salad's on the table and helping herself and figures she should come clean, but is unsure how he'll react, and chooses to stay quiet for now. decides to change the subject altogether*

'did the last place get a good look at who roughed them up? .. this is a scary place you know. never had to worry about this kinda stuff while i was growing up. mind you, we didn't really stay in one spot for too long anyways. never do if you're born into the small family circus' .. *serves some salad for herself and watches Kristian helping himself to food and enjoying a hot meal.

[dakota]

"Other than that it was a boring day. Mostly playing taxi for old codgers that fart and when it doesn't smell right, they think their dying." Kristian replied as he filled up a plate. He sat down acrossed from Sierra, and took a bite. " Not bad at all. nice to have something other than takeout. But this isn't so bad a neighborhood. Everyone more or less keeps to themselves, except the odd incident like the store today. And no, the kid never told the cops who broke his arm, and the clerk claimed he did it. why do you ask?"

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[shiivster]

*for some strange reason, she has fishnet gloves on while inside and the long sleeves and the scarf covers the neck. 'uhhh .... because ... uhm ... the other kid got away .. ? ' *looks up, with a really guilty look on the face and then decides to come clean about herself*

'well ... the thing is .. if its the store at the corner of *gives two names and cringes at his more than interested look* 'well .. he had a gun? .. i kicked .. and .. well he wasn't gonna go anywhere after he hit the ground. gotta be hard on the guy to admit ... to having a girl kick and break his arm? ... ' *covers the face with one hand, and hating the next part thats about to come out. but knows its gonna have to come out*

'you see, i was born into a circus family. and .. well .. you gotta be strong to do some of the tricks and stuff. and ... well ... i really hope i don't Have to go in and say i did it .. it would look really bad for the shopkeep .. he seemed like such a nice guy. don't find many that will talk about taxi's and stuff ... uhh ... ' *clears the throat .. and then takes the scarf off and then turns and unbuttons part of the blouse she's wearing and lowers the back of the shirt. exposing the multitude of scales that cover her body from the neck down* 'i'm like you .. but i have to stay covered up all the time. most times its fine, the family never let strangers in the back without warning and no one ever knew. its habit now, to stay covered. so you see .. i can't go in and say it was me. if i go in, i'm afraid i won't be coming out' *looks at him from over the shoulder 'you can touch them if you want .. show you know its not fake'

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