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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Darren Andrews

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds, Main Tent
Interacting With: Everyone in the Circus Tent

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Darren stared at the barrier, flashing his light over it as he waited for some time. Eventually, he was taken aback by the reaction that the barrier itself gave. That sudden flash as it opened up was enough to make Darren have a lot more questions than answers in that moment. Time changing rapidly, the sun rising and setting almost as if it was speeding through and shifting in strange and constant motion. The sight of the individuals outside surprised him as well, though when he thought about it, it didn't surprise him that Aloise was there.

He had always known her to find her way into trouble whenever it showed up, and although at this particular time, he may have been dead, in his mind they were still fondly and warmly connected - as of course, his google search hadn't turned anything of the sort of that up, and so he felt a sudden burst of determination to find his way out of the confines of this drastically irritating time warp. Turning over his shoulder as he heard someone recommend the spotlights, Darren nodded, figuring that they would grant more than enough light, especially more than his flashlight anyway, and he moved to try and do what he could to get them working.

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James Murphy

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson, @Nallore Aloise Zamora @Morose

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For a moment, James almost jumped as he saw the barrier flicker, Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow as he looked over the individuals inside. None of them were people he recognized personally, but he did hear Aloise over his shoulder as he moved to stand again, closing his lighter as he glanced back over to her. "Friends of yours?" He asked curiously as he took a step or two back from the barrier, consigning himself to the belief his lighter wouldn't do much.

His eyes did curiously watch Olivia as she ran off, focusing on Aloise before the woman began to come back, stepping out of her way as she brought her car through and flicked on her headlights. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged as she made her suggestion. It had reacted to his lighter certainly, and being able to see through it clearly was one step toward achieving their goal, he just hoped it wasn't too long before they could actually get inside, and get to the bottom of this...

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

I'll be posting when I get a chance to tonight. ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Aiming to post tomorrow, but just before I do - while Aloise and those outside could see into the tent with the light, are those inside able to see out? Want to know for Darren since he's right in front of the 'door'.

Silver Falls

@S0up

He's great! You can put him on 3 Graze street

@Nallore@Morose@HushedWhispers@Mike73

I'm gonna be extending the start date 'till next Friday, just to give you guys the extra chance to finish off your CS's, but I would very much like to get us going then, so I'll be starting for sure on Friday the 22nd. ^^

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I did it, and I feel no shame

#RicasLives

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Harry Walsh

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Location: The Streets of Cairo

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As his and Aziza's ploy went along, the two strolling through the streets like a pair of drunk lovers, Harry couldn't help but find himself acting less and less as the time went on. Frankly, it was not something he was particularly used to either - Harry had never been one of the men to take advantage of many of the women who tended to so readily throw themselves towards the soldiers in exchange for money or other such things during the war. Even being a regular at the establishment where Aziza worked, he'd been approached a number of times, but never indulged, he was going completely on what he had observed, and yet, with Aziza, he found a strange kind of enjoyment in it.

He almost felt somewhat guilty, he had pulled Aziza into this with the intention of allowing them to blend in, and now was enjoying it, he almost felt as though he had now taken advantage of her, of her cautiousness in the situation, particularly in the first few moments as she let her confidence with the role grow. However, as it did grow, that guilt began to fade, in time he was unsure if she was even acting any more. As he felt her lips run along his jaw, a shiver ran down Harry's spine, as they began to near his home, he almost regretted that the two of them hadn't taken a longer route.

Moving into the entrance way, he looked down towards her, chuckling softly along with her as she giggled, his eyes watching her as he tried to ignore the warmness to his cheeks and kept his eyes locked on hers. Clearing his throat as he stood there, Harry opened his mouth to speak, and found it stuck open for a few moments as he was lost for words. Closing it again, he swallowed once more, dragging some pride and guts from his chest, the kind of guts he usually needed for a cavalry charge, before he spoke. "Feel free to slap me over this." He said plainly before he leaned forward, placing a hand on her cheek as he pressed his lips firmly against hers, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to savour the moment either until he felt a hand slapping him or herself pulling back.

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William Drake

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Location: The Egyptian Museum

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Sighing as he wandered through the halls and back towards the main area, William couldn't shape the deep, twisting feeling of guilt in his gut. He hated it, wanted nothing to do with it, and wished desperately that he could perish the thought from his mind, ignoring his own trespasses against Vera as he had done to so many others, but he found that he could not. Sighing, he barely had the mind to even return Ahkmed's nod as he was so distracted, though still found his interest piqued as he saw the man appear with a bundle of flowers, listening to the brief conversation he had with Ahkmed.

William's guilt mixed with anger then, and with jealousy. His fists clenched and his knuckles went white, and in that moment William had almost no desire to do anything but smash what was nearest to him. In fact, the only thing that halted his fist flying into the wall, or a vase, was the thought that it would only anger or upset Vera more than she already had been. He briefly took a step towards the man, ready to intercept the delivery, eager to step on any chance of Peter's courting her. But he stopped himself, or rather - the guilt stopped him. He considered again what had just transpired, and although he knew Peter was a slimeball, he did not know, at least yet, of any instnace where Peter had caused Vera undue stress or displeasure, as he certainly had.

Stopping where he was, William watched plainly as the delivery passed him by and went towards Vera's room. In a way, he thought then that Peter was perhaps better for Vera, that she was better off with the Lord-Captain than she was with the American scoundrel. For perhaps the first time in his life, William doubted himself.

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I'll be working to get a post up tonight!

STAR WARS [Group Driven, High Casual/Advanced]

H a m l i n T e t h

Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector

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Running his fingers over the thin stubble along his jawline, Hamlin stared intently at the table before him. It had all come down to the wire, everything before had led up to this moment. Blood, sweat, tears, for the last thirty minutes, Hamlin had been under some the most intense stress of his life. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, watching the man who sat across the table intensely, waiting for the next few minutes to pass. And there it was.

Hamlin's flat lip turned into a triumphant smirk as the man across from him made his move, he'd dug his own grave - now there was no way out for the man across from him as Hamlin glanced up towards him, shrugging his shoulders. "Good game." Hamlin uttered plainly with a smirk, slapping down the +2 card onto the table in front of him, giving Hamlin a perfect Pazaak. Laughing as he watched the man across from him throw down his side deck in frustration, the pilot shrugged as he leaned forward, snatching away the credits they'd bet for as he glanced over to the table he'd been watching for the past few hours.

Hamlin had arrived at the cantina many hours before, and while he'd seen Mol sitting at the table for some time, he hadn't approached the Zabrak, more interested on waiting for the others he'd been told he would be working with to arrive. He'd been so engrossed in the game that he had missed the majority of them seemingly entering. Sitting back for a moment or two, he let his eyes drift over each individual, taking in every feature as he regarded them from a distance. The Nautolan he saw first seemed uneasy, uncomfortable with where he was. The human male, he seemed much more in tune with the sort of work they would likely be given, more in tune with that darker side of the galaxy. There was the human female then, he got the impression from her he usually got from soldiers, she had that air about her, even from a distance, of experience. Most curious to Hamlin of all was the hooded man who approached. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the wrappings around his eyes, able to recognize the species - he had known Miraluka during the Jedi Civil War, but it was curious to him to see one now, and - one who wasn't a Jedi.

Sighing, Hamling glanced back over to the table before him, standing as he picked up and collected his Pazaak deck. Sliding the credits into his pocket, he adjusted the collar of the flight suit he still wore, partially unzipped at the moment, before he turned to begin approaching the table. Shuffling his deck, he glanced over each of the individuals again as he approached, clearing his throat somewhat, as if to make himself known before he stopped. "So, this is the chumps anonymous meeting?" He queried with a slight smirk, looking over those present, having missed the introductions due to his distraction at the card table.

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Harry Walsh

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Location: The Streets of Cairo

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Glancing over to Aziza as they walked, he noticed the look of concern on her face as she pulled her shawl up. Glancing around, thoughts trailed through his mind as he watched the crowd. With the streets so busy it was easy enough to be lost in the crowd, but one could still stand out well enough if they let themselves, not being in tune enough with the mood, or being interesting enough to garner attention, well, that would probably not work in their favour if it was their desire to remain relatively incognito, he figured it would have been best if they truly blended in.

Hearing her words as she spoke up again, he glanced over and gave a slight nod, before speaking quietly in a voice only she could hear. "Follow my lead, hm?" Not giving her a particularly long amount of time to adjust to that, he shifted his hand out from hers and slipped his arm around her waist, holding her close to him as he reached up with his free hand to adjust his collar somewhat, making his jacket messier than it was as he let out a sudden laugh, taking on the facade of a triumphant, and possibly drunken soldier, leading a 'lady of the night' as it were, through the streets. He was used enough to seeing drunken soldiers, and soldiers in this exact position, it had been common among his unit when they were in Cairo, so he hoped it'd be enough to let the two properly blend in as he led her towards his home.

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William Drake

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Location: The Egyptian Museum

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Yawning as he heard the door open over his shoulder, William turned as his eyes set upon Neema, Nora, and Vera coming up behind them. He had moved to remove his feet from the desk and stand to greet them, but not before Vera caught sight of it as she stormed over. Sighing, he stood and was not surprised as she began to scold him for his overindulgence of her office, and poor etiquette. He was, however, caught off guard when she suddenly stopped mid-rant. Looking down at her as he stood there, he glanced to the desk where she had been looking, seeing the frame which, in his callousness, had not noticed before he put his feet there. Seeing the picture, his heart sank.

Guilt was not a feeling with which William was accustomed, he had not been raised in the kind of environment where he cared much for it, and his adult life had been passed through with little regard for how his consequences impacted others. However, in that instant, as he saw the photo, and indeed, what he had done to it, he felt a wretched, twisting guilt in his gut, and he felt sick. He saw the tears on Vera's face, and the feeling only got worse, hearing her words, he opened his mouth to say something, anything, to convey how genuinely guilty the man felt, but he could find no words to argue, to posture, to do anything. Standing there, mouth agape for only a moment, he finally managed to stammer out a simple; "I'm sorry..." In a surprisingly shaky tone, before he turned toward the door.

In almost any other instance, he would have argued her insistence that he leave, he would have lingered, waited for her to get over whatever was troubling her, or worse - joke about it, but in that moment he knew far better than to argue or to try and explain his misstep. Uttering a simple pardon and nod toward Nora and Neema, he slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him as he stood outside for a few more moments, sighing before he began to wander, rather aimlessly through the halls, waiting, and hoping that horrid feeling in his gut would disappear.

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Darren Andrews

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds, Main Tent
Interacting With: Everyone in the Circus Tent

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Flicking through websites on his phone, it was inevitable that he found the information on Altsoba, raising an eyebrow as he curiously looked through it. All of it was a surprise, the violence, the creation of O.M.E.N, all of it was far more than he expected to be happening in three years. Certainly the most surprising, and disconcerting, was the discovery of the fact that he was dead. Well, not him technically, at least, not this Darren, but in three years when the same events came around, he would be. He had always considered the fact that in his line of work, death was highly likely, and if he was dying protecting people from the supernatural, it'd at least be worthwhile. However, it still felt strange to come to terms with that reality, he felt less stunned, terrified, or even concerned with it, as he just felt... Nothing.

Lost in his thoughts for a few moments, Darren completely missed Folly's comment, only being snatched back to reality when he heard Andromeda suddenly shout. Looking up toward her, he raised an eyebrow, glancing about between each of the individuals there again, eyes lingering for a moment or two on Seraphina before he saw Andromeda collapse. Hurrying over to the woman, he gave a curious look over her body along with Seraphina, forcing the fact he was dead to the back of his mind for the moment as he glanced to the barrier when Seraphina mentioned its reaction to light.

Standing up, he moved over toward the barrier then, he had wanted to do something to help Andromeda, but he didn't frankly have a clear idea of what was wrong with her, in his mind the best way to help anyone there, was to work on getting the barrier down. Darren didn't have much in the way of making light, but he did have a flashlight on him at least. Reaching into his jacket and pulling out the light, he flicked it on and waved it over the barrier, waiting to see what sort of reaction Seraphina had been talking about.

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James Murphy

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson, @Nallore Aloise Zamora @Morose

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Nodding his head as he listened to the two women introduce themselves, James wasn't remotely surprised as Aloise explained she was a hunter. He would look her up later, but he figured she'd given more than enough explanation there. He was caught off guard when Olivia stated she was a werewolf, however. He gave her a very odd look for a few moments, having to force the thought to the back of his mind as both Olivia and Aloise diverted the conversation back toward the barrier, and the individuals trapped inside it as he nodded.

"Right, well... I'm not exactly an expert on magic barriers, I figured that'd probably be your department, but let's see what we can do..." Moving back over and squinting in the darkness, James kneeled down to look closely at the base of the barrier, unable to see much in the dark however, and beginning to regret the fact he'd not brought a flashlight. Fishing about in his jacket, he brought out his lighter, flicking it open and letting the flame ignite as he held it close enough to the ground to give him a clear look at the base of it, curious as to whether or not there was any break in the barrier, or if it seemed to impact the ground at all.