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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.]
action;
action;
Just like you saw me doing it.
action;
Do the cattle ever fight back?
action;
[Same answer for the smile.]
action;
[A curious answer. Care to elaborate?]
action;
Re: action;
action;
They won't hurt you.
action;
I'll take your word for that.
action;
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.]
action;
[The answer is yes!]
action;
[His horse is nearby even. How convenient.]
action;
action;
You ever ridden one before?
action;
action;
Still, he gives the smallest of off-hand shrugs and climbs up into the saddle. Horse snorts and stamps a little.]
Well. You have now.
[And he holds out his hand to help pull her up. She can ride behind him--but she'd better hold on tight.]
action;
action;
action;
[Uhura does hold on and hold on tight. It's a strange, almost dizzying sensation.]
action;
You all right back there?
action;
action;
All right.
[Okay, enough of this walking around in the middle of nowhere. Time to start walking near cows.
But just near them.]
Seems we've got a straggler.
[That would be that cow standing some distance from the rest of the herd, looking bored and uninterested in cow things and life in general.]
action;
action;
And so the cow does, rambling in its cow-like way back into the herd.
He slows the horse again.]
That.