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poly_chromatic2012-01-28 06:08 pm
withloadedguns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-01-28 06:08 pm
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[Video Post]
[The image shakes itself free of all the scattered dust and fragmented digital thought to show a view of the inside of the Barn just outside the City. A little winter sunlight is falling through the windows and the door--a peaceful sort of place, as compared to the City itself today. Indeed, there seems to be a great deal of commotion somewhere...rather nearby. Not too nearby, but the sound of it is rising up and filtering in to this countryside image. That must be the City at large today.
It's not in the least bit an accidental video this time (fortunately, though he still needs to fix that catch). Although it isn't very focused or directed, all the same, since, from the device's familiar place hung from the horn of a saddle, it seems to show the Barn, the horses, and our Man here (no poncho, please nota bene, because he's wearing a longer, warmer, slightly weather-beaten duster for the weather--but the poncho is just packed up for warmer weather) adjusting the saddle and packing up and preparing from which the device hangs--lefthandedly. The horse shivers a little, adjust its footing: the image slides side to side and settles again. He gets happy with a particular buckle and then, taking his cigarillo out of his mouth, addresses the device.]
Seems like it's a little too crowded for me around here.
[There's a little bit of a wry smile in that. This isn't the first time he's done this, packing up and getting a move on in response to crowds. Not that surprising with him really, is it? Clearly he is, as the pointedly anachronistic saying goes, getting the hell out of Dodge--for the time being at least. As much as he can (he can't go far, not in these crowds). He tips his hat--well, pulls on the brim a little--to the device.]
So long.
[He pats the horse's neck with that same left hand and pulls himself up into the saddle and sets the horse to walking. Only then, with the darkness of the barn and the light outside it and all the sounds of City and farm passing around each other, does he reach down to collect the device and snap it shut, ending the feed and dropping it back into darkness and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Come. Get. Some. Bring on the cowboys, the references, the AUs, the facetwins, the doubles, the clones, the canonmates-I-will-never-have, aged up, aged down--bring it all. He's going to be wandering around some (with and on the horse) so if you want to see him in passing in life or on the Network, that is all fine. Action threads, Network threads, whatever--as you please!]
[The image shakes itself free of all the scattered dust and fragmented digital thought to show a view of the inside of the Barn just outside the City. A little winter sunlight is falling through the windows and the door--a peaceful sort of place, as compared to the City itself today. Indeed, there seems to be a great deal of commotion somewhere...rather nearby. Not too nearby, but the sound of it is rising up and filtering in to this countryside image. That must be the City at large today.
It's not in the least bit an accidental video this time (fortunately, though he still needs to fix that catch). Although it isn't very focused or directed, all the same, since, from the device's familiar place hung from the horn of a saddle, it seems to show the Barn, the horses, and our Man here (no poncho, please nota bene, because he's wearing a longer, warmer, slightly weather-beaten duster for the weather--but the poncho is just packed up for warmer weather) adjusting the saddle and packing up and preparing from which the device hangs--lefthandedly. The horse shivers a little, adjust its footing: the image slides side to side and settles again. He gets happy with a particular buckle and then, taking his cigarillo out of his mouth, addresses the device.]
Seems like it's a little too crowded for me around here.
[There's a little bit of a wry smile in that. This isn't the first time he's done this, packing up and getting a move on in response to crowds. Not that surprising with him really, is it? Clearly he is, as the pointedly anachronistic saying goes, getting the hell out of Dodge--for the time being at least. As much as he can (he can't go far, not in these crowds). He tips his hat--well, pulls on the brim a little--to the device.]
So long.
[He pats the horse's neck with that same left hand and pulls himself up into the saddle and sets the horse to walking. Only then, with the darkness of the barn and the light outside it and all the sounds of City and farm passing around each other, does he reach down to collect the device and snap it shut, ending the feed and dropping it back into darkness and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Come. Get. Some. Bring on the cowboys, the references, the AUs, the facetwins, the doubles, the clones, the canonmates-I-will-never-have, aged up, aged down--bring it all. He's going to be wandering around some (with and on the horse) so if you want to see him in passing in life or on the Network, that is all fine. Action threads, Network threads, whatever--as you please!]
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Anyway, for now, you're a funny one and worth talking to.]
Place's got a name, but not much of one.
But there's enough to drink.
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Mind pointin' me in the right direction, mister?
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Out that way. [He nods his head towards the fringes of the City and all the little ramshackle places there along.] Hard to miss.
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Thank you kindly. [He raises both hands to tip his hat; the movement makes it impossible to miss the short chain jangling between his wrists, let alone the cuffs they link.]
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Interesting jewelry.
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Ain't exactly wearin' it by choice, unfortunately.
Now, would you happen to know where a man might find some help with this sort of thing?
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[Takes the cigarillo out of his mouth, spits out the bitten off paper end, puts it back in his mouth, considers things...]
I might.
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And I'm not a man who shows his appreciation lightly.
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[You're probably not wanted here...so it might be better to help you out than to try and make money the usual way.]
Any town with enough horses has to have a blacksmith. Might solve your troubles easily enough.
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Not too far. I might even show you the way.
If you'd...appreciate it.
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I just hope it won't be too much trouble that I can't show you just how much in advance, considering my...circumstances.
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[Of course, he doesn't trust him. "Appreciation" can mean a lot of different things. But, so long as it seems to be tending in the direction of gold more than lead, well, it might just work out.]
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You have my word.
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[He turns the horse--no, he's not getting off, not when he still might need an advantage--and looks over his shoulder. It's this way.]