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Post by Oliver on Dec 4, 2008 17:21:37 GMT -5
It has now been several weeks since the theater day, the snow is thick on the ground now and air bone-chilling cold and sky as gray as the fur on Oliver's neck. There's been very few reports of the Autumn Harvester, however the few there have been have become become less surgical and more brutal.
It's late afternoon on this bleak winter day, just hours before the Festival of St. Stephen is to take place and already Oliver has developed cold feet about going, knowing the people that will be there and will accost him about Iole.
He sits in a chair in the kitchen of the tiny flat that they've been living in, already dressed in his usual rags, though cleaned up some and donning a snazzy scarf he picked up a few days prior. He taps his foot nervously against the ground, waiting for Iole.
"Com'on Iole!" Oliver yells down the hall. "Don'eed ta look fancy or somt'in. Jus 'ake ya stand out. Tey poor'emember!"
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Post by Iole on Dec 4, 2008 17:38:46 GMT -5
::Iole pokes her head around the corner::
I'll be out in just a second. It's freaking cold out there.
::She gives the other men in the room an "I'm watching you" gesture::
No peeking.
::She ducks behind the wall again and emerges a few moments later. She seems to have gone a little closer to her older outfit this time, although she's dressed for the weather. She's wearing a blue long-sleeve of thick wool and a short black skirt. Her legs are clad in her high-tops and a pair of black wool stockings. She's wearing her dark hair down today, and is hiding her pointed ears underneath her wool snow cap. She's also wearing a bright blue scarf. She winks at Oliver as she pulls on a pair of pink mittens that don't really match her outfit::
I think that does it. Are we all ready then?
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 4, 2008 18:00:43 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm ready." Ren said coming out of his room wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants instead of his sleeveless and shorts attire. "Its pretty cold outside."
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Post by Oliver on Dec 5, 2008 16:47:15 GMT -5
Oliver jumps from his chair, his feet making a dull thud against the floor as he lands.
"Aye, is o'er at ta werhouse dist'ict a bit from here. Be a'ittle walk. Hey, goosie, ya comin wit?" He says as Adrian enters the hallway from another room. He throws his kaffiya over his neck as he stops at the entrance to the kitchen.
"I got other plans, going to see if our Harvester friend decides to make a showing. I'll be there, watching, don't worry."
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Post by Iole on Dec 5, 2008 17:01:26 GMT -5
Be careful Mongoose. It's dangerous being by yourself, especially at night.
::She pulls out one of her small mirrors and tosses it to him::
I have a couple of these that Auntie left me. Use it to talk to me if anything comes up. But I know a certain blond nurse that's going to be very disappointed you're not showing up.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 5, 2008 20:46:32 GMT -5
"Who wouldn't notice that blondie? She kinda freaks me out. smae way as Adrian did when I saw him. Does two are made for each other. " Ren said and then makes a shudder.
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Post by Kenny on Dec 5, 2008 21:04:08 GMT -5
:Kenny was listening to what was going on though he was looking out at the window thinking about Lillith and hoped that she is fine. He is clad in a dark longsleeved shirt and pants rather than his usual armor outfit as he sat on the bed looking a bit concern about this Festival.:
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Post by Iole on Dec 5, 2008 21:23:14 GMT -5
::Iole punches Kenny playfully in the arm::
What's on your mind? You're not having second thoughts about going are you?
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Post by Kenny on Dec 5, 2008 21:51:37 GMT -5
:Kenny felt Ioles playful punch as he smiled for now:
"I know this festival seems good, I just don't want to upset Lillith at all I love her so much, I mean I'm going so that i can make sure you are safe and not get into any trouble In case of The Harvester. I would like to have fun, but I want to remain loyal to Lillith."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 5, 2008 22:06:18 GMT -5
"Its just a carnival. Don't worry yourself to hell." Ren said and patted Kenny's back
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Post by Iole on Dec 5, 2008 22:32:47 GMT -5
::Iole giggles::
Remain loyal? You don't even have a date! It's not like you're having some kind of liaison behind her back. You're just going to a dance. And Lillith's really in no position to tell you what to do. What with her putting off your engagement and all.
(OOC: What does this remind me of? Oh yeah. Kefka:"How's that Kagome thing working out Inuyasha? Two hundred episodes and you still haven't gotten together?" hahahahahaha)
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Post by Kenny on Dec 7, 2008 0:08:36 GMT -5
:Kenny laughed a bit as he got off the bed and hugged Iole a bit: "Well, your right about that..Now if anything bad happens like if the Harvester does appear do you know what to do?
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Post by Iole on Dec 7, 2008 1:08:26 GMT -5
::Iole rolls her eyes. Same overprotective brother of hers::
I can turn into a two-ton dragon. I'm sure I can think of something. Okay Ollie, lead the way.
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Post by Oliver on Dec 7, 2008 2:31:38 GMT -5
"Ya.. les get go'in." Oliver ushers the lot out of the flat, leading them out to the cold streets where the snow is lightly falling like a fine confetti. The gray clouds settle low over the city, the skyline's highest points disappearing into the haze of falling snow and smoke of chimneys.
The streets are cold and dull this late afternoon, the cold keeping many inside with the warmth except for an odd few, dressed in clean gang attire, others on their way to the festival course their paths through the snowy streets.
A half past four, the group arrives at a run-down industrial district with a crowd of people all merging in this one area making their way to an abandoned factory a short distance in front of them. It is here Oliver stops the group, turning around to address them.
"Tis is gonna no'be 'ike any 'ancy ball, is kinda rough an messy an ya all ain't gang members so..." He pauses as he thinks of the right words. "So keep ya he'ds down, a'right. An'one asks ya wit ta Shawnkills, 'eave it at that. Oh, so ya'now."
Oliver turns around, scans the mess of people arriving for the Festival, and points to various groups of kids and unsavory types. "Bowery Boys, ya'now tem a'ready." Points to a few finely dressed individuals with top hats, canes, and white scarves. "Thas Eastman Gang mem'ers, rich kids bored 'ith rich 'ife an stuff. E'ities tey all are an tose canes are mor ten jus canes..." Gestures to a gaggle of rough-look street urchins with red stripes sewn into their sleeves. "Dawnbreak Boys... tey are tu'fer ten tey'ook. 'pro'ab'y gos nuff k'ives for ev'ryone here."
Oliver beacons for them to follow him closer to the event but, Adrian stays back. "I'll take my leave here, I got your mirror Iole. I'll be keeping in touch, have fun." He smiles and walks off in a different direction, away from the event.
Once they get closer, Oliver stops them and points out a few more gangs. He highlights a very odd group who each person in it appears to be missing their left hand, adorning the wrist instead is some odd leather device that appears incomplete. "Tas ta Hook Gang, 'ang out on ta docks mosly. Les ya guess why tey cal'ed 'Hook Gang'." He shudders. "'eird bunch."
"Ah, 'eck tem out." Oliver points to a group of young adult boys with their dates, wearing pants that are too short in the right leg, leaving them bear. "Thas ta Plug Uglies, gos lot of sway wit ta local po'tics, say tey do some 'eird magic stuff. 'unno much more about'em ten that."
Slowly, the closer they get to the warehouse's and old factory, the louder the din of song and voices grow. The music sounds lively, upbeat, with strong fiddle, banjo, and flute influence. It's catchy and rhythmic.
Oliver takes Iole's hand, nervously, and looks to her. "Ya ready?"
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Post by Iole on Dec 7, 2008 2:40:17 GMT -5
::Iole's eyes are glistening with excitement::
Let's go. The night's young, and I intend to dance it away.
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Mongoose
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Post by Mongoose on Dec 7, 2008 2:48:55 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Adrian has made a nice littler perch in a nearby factory that faces toward the festival. He huddles under a blanket as he watches the scene below through a broken window.
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Post by Oliver on Dec 7, 2008 3:13:53 GMT -5
They enter into the old factory floor, cleared away for the festival. It's a mad scene inside, with colorful banners and streamers hanging from the rusty rafters, tables set up that line the sides of a large dance floor of polished wood with a lively five piece band set off on a small stage. There's a long bar set up in another corner that is swarmed with gang-members and their dates, many appear already sloshed as they down shot after shot of cheap whiskey in loud toasts.
In an odd, yet fun scene against a far wall, are several carnival style games including a knife throwing challenge with wooden slab painted with caricatures of city and police officials. Beside that is a space set up with open fire pits where mounds of meat, breads, and other foods are being cooked for the nights meal.
In another spot, raised above the floor with decorated stairs leading up to platform set with a long table where sits only a few of important looking individuals with their personal waiters. Oliver directs Iole's attention to them.
"Tas ta heads of each gang, it is." He points to a man situated left of center, dressed like a Bowery Boy but older. "Tas Mose ta Flame, 'eader of ta Bowery Boys and ta..." Motioning just to the left of him, to a sinister looking female with a black coat and messy hair. When she smiles to Mose, her teeth shine with dagger points and her gentle caresses of his cheek and chin display long, brass fingernails with pointed edges. "Hell-Cat Maddi tas is. She is 'um'ort of sorceress or sum'tin."
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Post by Situation on Dec 7, 2008 3:14:26 GMT -5
"Yoo-hoo!" Oliver and the others are annoyed, but not surprised to find Nurse Takano making her way through the throng towards them. "Am I ever glad you guys showed up. Marrissa and her beau are just such boring company when they're macking on each other."
She indicates the unsavory couple from the encounter backstage, wrapped around each other and locking lips quite shamelessly. "Wish I could get me some of that. Anyway, where's that cute gypsy friend of yours?" She searches through the small gathering, trying to find Adrian. "Oh well. This wouldn't be the first time I've been stood up. I have got to learn how to rein in all this hotness before I scare anymore men off. So who else do I have to choose from." She looks first to Oliver. "Too young," then to Ren, "Too fugly." And finally to Kenny. "You look a little lonely. And something tells me you're a pretty good dancer. Want to be my escort?" She smiles at him conspiratorially. "Just for one night. I won't tell Lilly. I mean come on," She gestures to her body, "It would be a crime to leave all of this dateless. It's a pity date, but I'll take it." Before he can even utter a word, the good nurse drags Kenny away from the others. "Don't be shy. I won't take no for an answer."
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Post by Iole on Dec 7, 2008 3:17:23 GMT -5
Yeah, have fun Kenny.
::Iole waves Kenny good luck, but it's half-hearted. Her attention is held by the ones gathered at the table Oliver pointed out::
Desperate looking characters. Potential suspects?
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Post by Oliver on Dec 7, 2008 3:39:00 GMT -5
Oliver shakes his head no. "Nah, tey killers but not 'ike ta Harvester."
Nurse Takano appearance bothers Oliver, he clenches harder onto Iole's hand and she can feel him tug her in closer beside him. "Iole... com, wan show ya 'umtin over here." He walks away, tugging Iole away, leaving Kenny and Ren alone with the insane woman.
Once out of ear shot of the woman, now near the band, Oliver leans in closer to Iole's ear. "Don 'ike her... sme'ls wrong, she does. Scares me a'ittle too... k'ow ta feelin in ya guts tas somtin jus is wrong wit sumone? Ges tha wit her."
The music changes pace now, to a faster tune with quick notes and beat. People start to make their way over to the dance floor, joining in with those already dancing. It's a fast and complex looking dance, with couples proceeding around the dance floor in a circle while trading off partners.
"A céilí, come, I'll show it ta ya!" Oliver takes Iole by the hand and leads her onto the dance floor, where upon her puts his arm around hers and begins to guide her through the steps. "Jus fo'low my 'ead!"
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