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poly_chromatic2012-12-09 02:21 pm
withloadedguns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-12-09 02:21 pm
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[Video Post]
[Flicker, flicker, snap! Although what can one see, really? It seems to be downright pandemonium at the moment: movement and thundering hooves and brown...cowhides? Yes, and lowing. That low rumbling sound, that's cattle lowing--tired, irritated cattle. Pushy cattle. Cattle not to keen on being made to go where they are going, and yet the herd demands it. The sounds seem to echo as though in a canyon. Or in a city street.
And there are also shouts and whistles from time to time. Whistles, followed by hoofbeats.
Cows! Lots of them! A herd of them!
And when there are cows, who does one call?
Cowboys, of course.
Fortunately, things are starting to clear, even if the view seems to be from the shoulder of a horse. That shouldn't be too surprising by now, videos like this at an angle like that. There's certainly one person we all know who ends up posting video like this to the Network all the damn time.
A couple of whistles come from just above the device (there he is now), the view turns, the horse steps sharply--and some would-be strays are pushed back in.
A pause and a view of nothing but cattle...walking around in a narrow road somewhere in the City (a small mercy it's not the square, but it's no fun to try and herd these critters in narrow alleyways).
A pause. The cows mill around. None wanders too far. A tally is made. An accounting.
Quietly, almost under his breath:]
Twenty-two.
[....................wait a minute...]
Twenty-two...
[An uncertain tone to that statement: twenty-two doesn't seem quite right. There is a pause. The horse is turned. The camera of the Network device alights on a calf, standing some distance removed from the herd, pitifully bleating. There's no laugh but the sound of a smile from the man on the horse.
He and the horse step around the calf and push it back into the herd.
A new answer:]
Twenty-three.
[Another pause, another smile.]
Twenty-two and a half.
[Get on there, cows. Maybe we ought to say "git along little dogies." Or something like that. In any event, he pushes the cows up the street. A lesson for you cows: don't try to annoy the cowboy. He'll only herd you. The cows move on through the streets, lowing and grumbling as cows do. The horse steps along behind them. A hand comes into view--of course it would, since there's a rope looped up nearby and the man on the horse (you know who he is by now) seems to need it.
But, in so doing, he snaps the lid shut on his Network device again. The sounds of the cattle echo for another moment more, but then even that too falls into the darkness in the empty space of the Network and the feeds ends in a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: These are the irritating but less violent cows that he's working on herding here. Feel free to join in and help, if you'd like. Otherwise, he'll just chase this little herd up to the barn and let them hang out there...where they will annoy him by cuddling up against him or trying to eat his duster or something, probably. And this is all funny because Rawhide. (Someone call him "Rowdy" today. Oh please.) If you'd like something of a visual (and a view of some really amazing chaps), look at the opening scenes of Hang 'Em High. You're welcome.]
[Flicker, flicker, snap! Although what can one see, really? It seems to be downright pandemonium at the moment: movement and thundering hooves and brown...cowhides? Yes, and lowing. That low rumbling sound, that's cattle lowing--tired, irritated cattle. Pushy cattle. Cattle not to keen on being made to go where they are going, and yet the herd demands it. The sounds seem to echo as though in a canyon. Or in a city street.
And there are also shouts and whistles from time to time. Whistles, followed by hoofbeats.
Cows! Lots of them! A herd of them!
And when there are cows, who does one call?
Cowboys, of course.
Fortunately, things are starting to clear, even if the view seems to be from the shoulder of a horse. That shouldn't be too surprising by now, videos like this at an angle like that. There's certainly one person we all know who ends up posting video like this to the Network all the damn time.
A couple of whistles come from just above the device (there he is now), the view turns, the horse steps sharply--and some would-be strays are pushed back in.
A pause and a view of nothing but cattle...walking around in a narrow road somewhere in the City (a small mercy it's not the square, but it's no fun to try and herd these critters in narrow alleyways).
A pause. The cows mill around. None wanders too far. A tally is made. An accounting.
Quietly, almost under his breath:]
Twenty-two.
[....................wait a minute...]
Twenty-two...
[An uncertain tone to that statement: twenty-two doesn't seem quite right. There is a pause. The horse is turned. The camera of the Network device alights on a calf, standing some distance removed from the herd, pitifully bleating. There's no laugh but the sound of a smile from the man on the horse.
He and the horse step around the calf and push it back into the herd.
A new answer:]
Twenty-three.
[Another pause, another smile.]
Twenty-two and a half.
[Get on there, cows. Maybe we ought to say "git along little dogies." Or something like that. In any event, he pushes the cows up the street. A lesson for you cows: don't try to annoy the cowboy. He'll only herd you. The cows move on through the streets, lowing and grumbling as cows do. The horse steps along behind them. A hand comes into view--of course it would, since there's a rope looped up nearby and the man on the horse (you know who he is by now) seems to need it.
But, in so doing, he snaps the lid shut on his Network device again. The sounds of the cattle echo for another moment more, but then even that too falls into the darkness in the empty space of the Network and the feeds ends in a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: These are the irritating but less violent cows that he's working on herding here. Feel free to join in and help, if you'd like. Otherwise, he'll just chase this little herd up to the barn and let them hang out there...where they will annoy him by cuddling up against him or trying to eat his duster or something, probably. And this is all funny because Rawhide. (Someone call him "Rowdy" today. Oh please.) If you'd like something of a visual (and a view of some really amazing chaps), look at the opening scenes of Hang 'Em High. You're welcome.]
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Looking good, Rowdy.
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Well, whatever. He sits his horse and looks over at her. She's an unexpected audience.]
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Are you a cowboy full-time, or is this a special curse event?
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I don't usually ride drag, if that's what you're asking.
[Means he doesn't herd cows every day. But he's still a cowboy.]
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[Alas, she doesn't know your colloquialisms!]
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Ride back here. At the back of the herd.
It's not my usual occupation.
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[Hee... He's busy making "she's purty" eyes at her. Don't mind him.]
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My name's Nyota. [She holds out her hand with a smile.] It's nice to meet you.
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You too.
You...hang around this place a lot?
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So how exactly do you hustle cattle?
[Magic space future. She doesn't know what she's saying.]
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Herd.
[Your magic space future is strange and confusing.]
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Just like you saw me doing it.
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Do the cattle ever fight back?
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[Same answer for the smile.]
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[A curious answer. Care to elaborate?]
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They won't hurt you.
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I'll take your word for that.
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If you want to see for yourself.
[He's asking you if you want a ride--with him, of course, but it'll educate you in the Ways of Cows...maybe.]
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[The answer is yes!]
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