Fyre Unholy

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

GET HYPE GET HYPE GET HYPE GET HYPE

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Andrew had ordered himself a bit of Scotch. He was ready for that drink and wanted to save his alcohol for when he was on the go. He would order some food for Amy, but he didn't know what she liked. After placing his order he looked back at the table, seeing Amy leaning in to talk to Gideon and wondered if there was anything there. Was it a coincidence that Amy had dropped her bag on his lap? And that it was some sort of ruse to talk to Max? No, that would be stupid. Andrew was new in town and didn't know anybody. He shook the idea out of his mind and made his way back to the table.

If Amy, Gideon, or Max had watched him they might've noticed that Andrew was regaining some of his own composure, but he still looked a little wobbly. He was still in shock from his experience and was beginning to have second thoughts about being here. He had to keep telling himself that this was to help his business grow. If he were to attract the attention of any celebrities he'd need to do something that everyone else was too afraid to do. Besides, once he got his pictures he could leave. All Andrew needed to do was play tourist and learn the lay of the land.

With a slightly revived confidence, he returned to the table and sat back down. "The bartender told me that our food is almost ready, if you had ordered any."

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"Nice to meet you Amy, I'm Andrew. I don't have a nickname though, just Andrew. Now let's get you something to eat and drink, you look a little pale."
Andrew was about to get up and order some for her, when he remembered that he was in the middle of a conversation.
"I was just talking to Max here about finding someone who could help me out. When I get back, Max, I wanna know what you mean by you 'specialize in different products.'"

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@Xandrya@TemplarKnight07It's intentional that I think Gideon is Max, by the way.

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Andrew pondered the question for a bit, unsure of how to word what he wanted and if he should even ask this man.

"I'm new to the area, I was hoping someone would help me out by showing me around."
Andrew had been about to ask Gideon what he meant by "specializing in different products" when he was interrupted by Amelia's bag hitting his lap. He jumped with fright as the sudden weight hit him, but he shook it off the same as any other jump-scare. Andrew propped the bag on an arm before it could fall to the ground and relinquish it's contents to the dirty floor. With his free hand he wrapped the strap of his camera around his neck so that he could free up his arm to grab the bag. He whipped his head around to see who had assaulted him so.

Andrew almost lost his temper, after all he was just rudely interrupted by a complete stranger and in a way that scared the daylights out of him. However, the embarrassed grin on Amelia's face saved her. In that moment he'd forgotten that he was in a room full of dudes with guns. He understood, if only barely, that he was in a room full of people. All of them will have had their own demons. In that instant, he actually got curious, and let his mind wander.

He grumbled to the girl, "It happens, don't worry about it." He gripped the bag in one hand and reached out to hand it back to her. "You seem tired, why don't you sit down?"

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@Xandrya@TemplarKnight07 You won't really need to change anything in your posts with me unless you metagame/godmod

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Andrew smelled of Old Spice. He'd yet to earn the stench of sweat. Andrew doesn't even smell of alcohol. He could feel the bottles in his pack, knowing he could fix that whenever he wanted. He grinned to himself at the thought. He would be totally fine with a good drink about now if it weren't for the need to find a guide. After all, he was in the Zone for a reason and he had no intentions of staying for long. He caught Gideon's glaze and assumed that Gideon had been Max. "You look like you get around. I was wondering if you could help me with something." He looked around the room again. "Wow, I'm attracting a lot of attention, aren't I?" he thought to himself. "Oh well, I have to start somewhere."
He pulled up a chair as he spoke, and strung his backpack o'er the back of it. He opened it to check if his camera was still intact, and it was there snug in it's spot on top of the few things he had. "I'd pay you for any inconvenience, of course."

*TEMP OOC NOTE*
Im tired. I have to wake up in less than 3 hours for work. IM sick. IM leaving this post here. I will come back and edit it either after work or tomorrow. Blegh

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With the food on the way, Andrew decided he would go and find Max. After all, Andrew has nowhere else to go but forward. He's done nothing but go forward his entire life, and he wasn't about to let a little gunshot get in the way, was he? Like all of the newcomers, he wasn't sure what to look for. Andrew had little idea of what or how he was going to get what he needed from the Zone. If he was to get anywhere with his photos he was going to need someone's help. His friend, the one who had left him the gun, had given him instructions to "Find Max and he'll lead you in the right direction." He looked around at the table that the Barkeep had pointed at. It wasn't very far away but it seemed like the room continued to go for miles in Andrew's head. He wasn't thinking straight. Life as a Stalker is at it's most difficult when you're new and inexperienced. Andrew could feel some of the stares that the veteran Stalkers were giving him. Andrew did his best to ignore them. "I'll feel better when I've eaten." Andrew thought. With that, he plucked the courage to get up and head over to the table where Max was. "I'm looking for a man named Max, would that happen to be one of you?"

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I know that my posts have been short. I'm still getting used to these forum Rp's, I'm used to text-chat based RP with mostly dialogue and a few descriptions. My Internet is unreliable at the moment, in fact today I couldn't fix it until about 2:10am. The roomates are pitching in to get a new router. I'm shitting out this post because @pugbutter hasn't gotten his own character into the fray yet, and he's waiting on my character. I'm also shitting out this post because I promised pug I would post the second I read his reply. So yes I know this is shite in terms of size and content but I'm getting it out before bed tonight.

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Andrew had a blank expression. He had heard what the barkeep and what Max had said, but he didn't respond immediately. He stared at the counter, mesmerized by the events of the day. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a coward. I can do this, can't I?" Andrew had been drilling the thought into his head. "Oh. Yeah I'll have some Rindsrouladen...." he said to the Barkeep as he took a sip from his own drink. "When this is empty I'll be sure to buy a bottle. I'm gonna need it." Andrew turned to see which table that Max had been pointing at, and guessed which one had been Max because he caught a man eyeing him. When Andrew turned back around he discovered that the Barkeep had gone and was shouting into the kitchen. He presumed it was for his order, or partly at any rate. How long had he turned around to see where Max was? Andrew didn't know, he was still in shock from the previous events and had lost all sense of time. "Anyway, where you people headed after you filled up?" the Barkeep had asked nobody in particular. Andrew looked around the bar again, still afraid that one of these thugs would pull a gun on him. The scene from Star Wars where the wanted criminal threatened Luke played through his mind. He took a moment to compose himself again before talking. "Well, Max is the one who knows who I need to talk to and where I'm heading. Or so I'm told."

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*comes back after getting kicked out of mom's house. Makes post. Tells Pugbutter I was posting the other day. Come back again. Post isn't there. FFS I have to retype it.*

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Will begin working on a post tomorrow, will have it posted by Sunday night.

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Andrew trembled as he made his way into the biergarten. The pale man stumbled through the door and found the first empty chair he could find. He hadn't even bothered to shut the door. If the door had a bell that let the room know someone had entered, Andrew hadn't heard it. He was cold, tired, and scared. For the first minute or two, he didn't say a word to anyone. He didn't look at anything. He'd sat at a table with his head hung low. Another patron took this as a cue to leave.
"Sit up straight you baboon, you'll never catch your breath hunched over like that!"
Before Andrew could say anything back to retort, the man had gone. After a few minutes had passed he regained his composure and made his way for the bar. Some food and water would ease his mind, he thought. As he approached the bar he took a look around to gather his surroundings. The room was dimly lit and filled with conversation. Then there were those drinking to their heart's content. At first glance, this seemed like your average tavern. And then Andrew saw them. Guns everywhere. Everyone in this room had some kind of weapon on them, and he felt like he was the weakling in the saloon in one of those western American films. He put a hand on his hip. Although he wouldn't have been able to draw even if someone HAD confronted him, he wanted to make sure he at least HAD it on him still. He shrunk a bit as he walked, hoping not to draw the gun-toting partrons' attention. He chose a seat at the end of the bar where he could turn his back to the wall. He waved a bartender over, and asked if there was someone named Max.
"He's over at that table there." The bartender pointed at a table, a short distance away. "Can I get you anything to drink? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm good for now. Got anything to eat?"