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Post by Galadare on Dec 19, 2005 12:07:48 GMT -5
They say that, once a backwater town, always a backwater town. And backwater describes Hidalgo to a T. The streets are all but empty and there is no sign of commerce other than the combination gas station (a Gas Station!?) and general store on the corner. One might even expect to see some tumble-weed blowing down the street.
I fact, the only thing Hidalgo has plenty of is dust: plenty and to spare, in fact.
The only sign of modern technology is a hovercylce resting in front of the store. Quite a contrast with the two horses at the hitching post beside it.
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Post by Rabbi on Dec 19, 2005 12:14:36 GMT -5
Rabbi walks out of the store, gets on the hovercycle and starts heading back home.
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Post by Nightwolf on Dec 19, 2005 12:24:47 GMT -5
Nightwolf arrives at the store out of the cab that brought her. She then begins walking following Mr. Andrews' instructions. She hopes soon to arrive at the place he suggested that she could stay the night.
As she walks she turns over what just happened with her meeting of Mr. Andrews and his mother in her head. She doesn't trusted it still, but she also didn't have anywhere else to go. She knew no one here. It might well be a trap, but then again Mr. Andrews didn't seem the type. She'd been burned before.
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Post by Rabbi on Dec 19, 2005 12:41:26 GMT -5
Rabbi continues on his way even seeing nightwolf
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Post by Galadare on Dec 20, 2005 12:46:35 GMT -5
Rabbi gets home, the dirty bum!
Nightwolf eventually reaches a run down, brick building in an out of the way part of town. Out front is a weathered sign depicting a beaver wearing an idiotic grin.
Inside the front door is a dark barroom. The room is arrayed like the old saloons of yore, with a staircase in back that leads up to the rooms for rent, and a long bar behind which stand wooden barrels and old timey bottles. The walls are painted in weathered murals that depict western shootouts. The barkeep even has a handlebar mustache. The room is partially filled with mangey patrons. All of whom are clearly of the somewhat less than wholesome type.
The chatter in the room becomes muted as the newcomer arrives. "Is there something I can do for you miss?" the barkeep asks.
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Post by Rabbi on Dec 20, 2005 13:16:48 GMT -5
After getting home rabbi makes his way to the happy beaver for a drink
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Post by Nightwolf on Dec 21, 2005 0:48:44 GMT -5
Nightwolf takes a mental note of the sudden quite and the type of people in the room. She strides confidently over to the bartender and gives him part of a smile. She won't belie any fear or uncertainty she might have. This crowd didn't look like the forgiving type. Nightwolf's body is tense, as usual, ready to go in to combat in a moments notice if the need call for it. Both of her weapons are hidden on her body and close at hand should she need them. She always keeps them close.
Nightwolf: "Yes, I am Marian Dubois. I'm looking for the owner of this establishment. Is he in?"
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Post by Galadare on Dec 21, 2005 1:35:56 GMT -5
"That's me," the barkeep says, "Daxter Cartwright by name. Just Dax to most folk though. I apologize for the mess, we don't get many ladies in here Ms. Dubois. What can I do for ya?"
Just down the bar from Nightwolf sits a thin man with graying hair. "Just look at ol' Dax fellas," he chortles, "A little girl wanders in and 'es all shine and manners. Jus' like 'e'd never seen one before."
"Shut yer yap, maggot," Dax grumbles amid chuckles from the other patrons. The mood in the room lightens and the patrons return to their normal banter.
"Never mind ol' Marley," Dax says to Nightwolf, "He's just sore over the fact that he's got more grey than I do," this brings another chuckle out of Marley but Dax continues, "So, what'll it be?"
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Post by Nightwolf on Dec 21, 2005 11:08:00 GMT -5
Nightwolf gives the barkeep another half smile. She pulls out the card that Mr. Andrews had given her. This wasn't the first time she'd been in a less then respectable place. Places like this were becoming to feel more like home than the last real home she had did.
Nightwolf: "Lil' Jon gave me this. He told me this was a good place and I should come here to see how it was for a night. I'm willing to work for my keep for the night as I don't haven't enough to pay for anything more than dinner, which I'd like some of as well. I don't know if you have need of a bouncer, but I can do that job too or wait tables if you don't need a bouncer."
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Post by Rabbi on Dec 21, 2005 11:42:53 GMT -5
Rabbi walks in, and sits down at the bar
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