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[The Man With No Name] ([personal profile] withloadedguns) wrote in [community profile] poly_chromatic2013-02-16 07:36 pm

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[Video Post]
[A flicker, a shudder, a shaking view of what seem to be...stars? Stars in a blue sky, a great nebula of stars...? No, it's a view of the City, from a rise just outside of town. The stars are the lights of the City itself. It's beautiful, in its way, from here, glowing and bright and glittering, with light in dark places like magic lanterns and strange flames burning in many colors. And now the noise of crowds of people--shouting and calling out and cheering and crying and singing--rises up through the night air. A view of the City at night, filled to overflowing with people and creatures, both newly arrived and long-time residents. Quite a sight. Quite a sight.

Ah, but the view changes--the device broadcasting this scene is turned, and the lights streak like meteors across the blue night.

The view is darker on this side. The blue deepens on towards black. And one red star (light?) burns faintly in the darkness. It brightens and glows suddenly. Someone exhales. Ah. That explains it: the burning end of a cigarillo. And now, a voice in the dark:]


Guess there's no helping it.

[Perhaps that voice is familiar.

If one looks carefully, that burning red star moves a little--the man who has it bitten well between his teeth is smiling. Just a little. Just a little. He looks away from the device and back out towards the City again. And, with the left hand that holds it, he snaps the Network device shut again, abandoning the feed to the dark, pouring more darkness over the darkness of the video already, and ending the recording in a--]

[//video post ends]

[ooc: And the Man With No Name, who had hitherto been hiding out as best he could out on the edge of the Wilderness, now finds himself obliged to come back nearer into town. Probably someone's demanding a delivery of monster meat or something. Who knows. In any event...he is open for 4th Walling! Go for it! Action or Network! I welcome you!]
manlike: (Default)

[personal profile] manlike 2013-02-17 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Most things need helping, even if there's no effect.

[personal profile] whenyouneed 2013-02-17 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
You shouldn't smoke.

[Despite the face (which also bears its differences, this woman is far less haggard than Carla, never been half-dead and drenched in sorrow) the tone this woman uses is not one that Carla would have chosen. It's bland, slightly irritable. And she is irritated, sitting in an uncomfortable chair with a very large baby bump forcing her to slump.]

[personal profile] whenyouneed 2013-02-17 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
No. It increases your chances of cancer and heart-attack.

[Carla doesn't smoke, or drink, but she only used to give snide little talks like this when she was younger. Impetus is 38, not as wildly cruel as she was in her school days, but still endless condescending.]

[personal profile] whenyouneed 2013-02-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She almost rolls her eyes, but has had that particular reaction... discouraged.]

You're killing yourself at an exponential rate, in short.
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[personal profile] injected 2013-02-17 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Shite, but that's a view, innit? Where're you hidin' out, then?
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[personal profile] injected 2013-02-17 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
S'pose a yoke's new to town. How might he go about findin' himself that-aways?
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[personal profile] injected 2013-02-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, brilliant. Love me some hills. Cheers, mate.

[ he is now spending the rest of his time up there ... ]
tuco: (waking up)

action; do dee doo~

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-17 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone has hit the ground running with his changes in circumstance.

Well, he's hit the ground anyway.

Armed with a small knife that he has managed to pluck off an inexperienced camper far from home, a hefty rat creeps through the brush and notices the approaching red signal. If nothing valuable turns up from the source, at least he may have a ride. Walking out here...wherever here is-- it's not working for him.
]
tuco: (gunslinger)

action; nothing beats old friends

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-17 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ And a fine looking horse it is! Yes, it will do quite nicely for him, but unfortunately for the current rider there is only enough room for one.

There's a whiff of familiarity there. He pauses, unable to place it exactly. A scent? No, ridiculous! It's no matter trying to place the association because the time has come. Just as the horse approaches his current crouched position, he sticks out a long, thorny branch hoping to jar the horse into bucking its rider while at the same time discouraging it from running ahead.

There's nothing worse than chasing after a spooked nag on foot.
]
tuco: (snarl)

action;

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-17 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The approaching hooves...stop? No! It was a flawless plan! ]

Hijo de puta-- the son of a bitch doesn't even know how to ride a horse. Come on.

[ The sounds now resembles something more like an attempt at whispering. A failed attempt. ]

Ah, excuse me! Excuse me-- yoohoo!

[ Plan B. Stand up from the brush and wave the branch...no. He throws that down quickly and instead waves his droopy hat. ]

I'm a little lost, señor, would you mind pointing me in the right direction?
tuco: (sincere)

action;

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-18 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The hat stops waving immediately and any approach he has in mind comes to a halt. He's absolutely frozen for a second waiting for a cue to let him know if he should run or stay put. ]

H-Hey. Hey, Blond!

[ A short spurt of laughter tumbles out of his mouth. ]

That's a joke, that's very funny.

[ He's not eying your ride for gold or anything as he approaches. No, that would be absurd. He's just trying to get a good look at an old friend. ]
tuco: (snarl)

action; apologies x1000

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-23 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maldición and damn the blonde back to the pit in hell from which he came! ]

You look well, my friend. Very well since the last time I saw you.

And me-- [ He gestures to himself. ] I must look well too since last time you nearly left me at the end of a rope!
tuco: (drinking)

action; well hopefully it won't take that long :P

[personal profile] tuco 2013-02-25 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Try being the one on the end of the rope for once. Then you'll see what he means, gringo. He'll just grumble under his breath for a brief minute before moving a little closer.]

I'm very thirsty, Blondie. I've been walking all day. Spare me some water and I can forget all that.
tuco: (waking up)

action;

[personal profile] tuco 2013-03-08 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
All day and all night. Maybe even two, I don't know. It's so hard to remember.

[ That's his new story and he's sticking to it. All doubtful expressions aside, he gives a theatrical reach for the canteen, stumbling forward a few steps to really add some panache to the performance. ]

You're a good man, a very good man.
tuco: (thoughtful)

Re: action;

[personal profile] tuco 2013-03-09 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ D,FDL; YOUR MOTHER, YOU SON OF A WHORE Once he's able to get a hold of it, he yanks the canteen towards him and with sudden vigor begins to help himself. It's...quite messy, really.

Then he lowers the near-empty canteen and looks back at the man on the horse, again uncertain.
]

What do they say-- oh, yes. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

[ And you, you sir are a hard one to kill. ]

I always knew you'd make it, you know.
boutant: ([default] tea/coffee)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-18 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's no coming to the City without trying to find Horse and feed him some treats, and so here's Ariadne with a cup of coffee (for the cowboy) and sugar cubes (for the horse), smiling a little as she leans against a wall. ]

Guess not. But you don't mind all of us, do you?
boutant: ([smile] cool)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-18 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She smiles back, then lifts the cup of coffee up. ]

This is for you, you know.
boutant: ([architect] explain)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-18 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She knows, simply nods back and pulls out a sugar cube for his horse. ]

The two of you look like you're doing well.
boutant: ([mirror] shatter)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-20 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes good Horse-- hold up. ]

Really?

[ Excuse her while she positively lights up. ]

I don't suppose you're heading there, are you?
boutant: ([default] here for the ride)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-20 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Could I convince the two of you to make that a "yes"?

[ He's probably going to be sort of scoundrel-y at her again, when she thinks about it... but right now, she doesn't care. ]
boutant: ([architect] so here's the plan)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-21 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I did bring you coffee, you know.
boutant: ([architect] concentrate)

[personal profile] boutant 2013-02-21 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't mind.

Do you want me in front or in back? [ ... heh ]