Re: WCS: On the bus

["Walter Stenz" <weslynks@hotmail.com>]

   There is a pause for a moment, as the man takes takes a step up into the 
bus.  He is a darkly clad figure, choosing to wear a black leather jacket 
and matching dark slacks.  Beneath that is a burgandy shirt that has a high 
banded collar which covers his entire neck.  His hands are leather gloved, 
not apparently for warmth, they are too thin for that.

  Slowly his deep set deep blue eyes turn to look over Carrie. The lines of 
the mans face seem almost too perfect. Too beautiful almost to beleive. A 
cigarette burns at his lips, and the figure takes a moment to inhale a deep 
drag from it before blowing out a stream of smoke.

  "Can you help me?  Of course you can. The question is will you." He smiles 
slightly. "Has there been any trouble this way? I heard sirens. They are 
gone but, perhaps you know something about that."

  He doesnt seem to notice Shame.  On a close examination of him you could 
detect a bulge at his left side, above the waist, in the shape of a large 
handgun. Probably on a shoulder harness. Another similar bulge is on the 
small of his back.

-Jeremiah

[carrie]
 > Carrie looks at Shame with a familiar expression of surprise. "You felt 
that
 > too? Huh. I wish I knew what it was. I suppose we could ask the others
 > when they get back, not that I'm expecting an answer that makes any
 > sense." She shrugs and begins rummaging through her backpack, pulling
 > out her sketchbook and pencils. She looks up suddenly. "Um, they *are*
 > coming back....right?"

"Oh, I'm sure they're coming back.  Mister "I'm Too Dramatic for My
Broadsword" seems to have attached to you."  Shame looks out into the
snow without really focusing on anything.  "Besides, if they didn't, I
could wake up and go back to my piece.  And since I can't seem to wake
up . . . "

 > Carrie finds a seat where the light from a nearby street light is shining 
through
 > the windows, placing her pencils on the seat next to her. She turns to an
 > empty page, and picks them up again, searching for the right color. She
 > frowns, and looks through them again. "I just had it in my hand! Where'd 
it
 > go?" she mutters. She checks her pockets, and scans the floor, then packs
 > her stuff again in resignation. "When your supplies start turning against 
you,
 > it's probably a sign that you should take a break." She comments, 
sighing.

Shame laughs softly.  "If that were true, I'd be working in a noice warm
burger joint right now instead of freezing my ass off in Chicago in a
perfect storm.  Just speak firmly to them and use velcro."  He stands
again and starts another search, this time for the missing pencil.

 > Carrie jumps and yelps at the sound. She flushes and opens the door, 
looking relieved. "Thank God. I was hoping you'd get back quick...oh." Her 
expression turns to worry as the takes in the stranger outside. "Uh...can I 
help you?" she says nervously.

Turning toward the door, Shame ducks down below the level of the seats.


--Avalon

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