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nature_girl (nature_girl) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-02-20 10:18:00

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gemini, saint

Week Thirteen: Thursday
Who: Gemini, Callum, Open.
Where: An old pub just north of the Apartments.
When: Thursday evening.
What: Exploring.
Rating: TBD

Gemini didn't know when she had turned to the North. But she had been wandering for some time now and she was relatively sure the she had just passed the apartment buildings a few moments ago. She slowed slightly, knowing that Mountain Lion Territory could not be all that far away, and looked around at the street she was on. It seemed that the buildings got nicer the farther north you went. Huh... leave it to the rich kids to keep their surroundings from looking the least bit disheveled.

Gemini took note of the abandoned buildings. She was pretty much smack dab in the middle of Sundance, or so she thought... It would be nice to set up shop here. One building in particular, on the very north end of the block, was almost ideal for the work she had in mind. It was a three-story building, with a tiny apartment in the top, and a two-story pub below. It was in lovely condition, its sign still proudly bearing the title of Shipwright's Arms and it's white and green paint mostly intact. Wandering closer, Gemini peered through the dusty windows. She could only imagine the possibilities... if she kept her furnace and her workshop downstairs, it could heat the entire building, making a third story apartment quite comfortable... and she could keep her finished products in a sort of shop on the second floor where they could not as easily be looted.

When she tried the door, Gemini was glad that it gave way. She really hadn't wanted to bust another piece of valuable glass, like she had in the junkyard the other day. The large black furnace in the corner, behind what must have been the bar, was too heavy to carry off, so it was still intact and looked to be in working order. There was running water in the tap, but it was a ghastly shade of brown, so she let it drip, hoping it would clear. Other than that, the first floor was empty, so she turned to what appeared to be a sturdy, wooden, spiral staircase, leading up to a green door. Carefully, she mounted it, Callum close at her heels, experiencing only a squeaky step the fourth time she foot her foot down. At the top, she gingerly tested the knob.

"Crap..."

It was locked. Sighing, she took out her thinnest knife and slid it under the catch in the lock. It clicked easily open, though in squeaked when she pulled open the door and gasped. There, piled on the second floor, was box after box after box of liquor and alcohol. She turned to look at Callum.

"It's an absolute wonder that this place hasn't been looted, Callum. I can't wait to tell Wolf and Libby."

Gemini quickly ascended another spiral staircase and investigated the third floor. But all she found was an old Murphy bed with a moth-eaten mattress and a tiny bathroom with a rusted showerhead. So, locking each floor behind her, Gemini rummaged around in the boxes until she found a rather nice bottle of the Scotch her mother used to drink on cold winter nights. After turning of the tap and locking the first-story door behind her, Gemini sat down on the first concrete step, with Callum beside her and took a gulp of the Tamdhu Cutty Sark. She leaned against the door behind her and let the warmth of it spread all the way down to her toes.

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saintdoyle
2009-02-22 06:06 am UTC (link)

His mood had considerably improved over the hours. Since Saint's talk with Straight he'd established another person to add to his team and with the prospect of redemption close it was all he cold do not to put a skip into his step. Because of his good mood he'd bothered to leave his room at the mansion and was venturing out towards the pub that stood just a little bit further than centre of the city. He fancied a swig of the loot still left over in that building and fortunately it was so out in the open that nobody expected it to be full anymore. Afterall the best places to hide were right in the open, isn't that what they said?

Walking leasurely down the street Saint finally spotted the pub, smiling at the sign that still hung proudly telling everyone it's name like it had never been abandoned, but then a frown etched its way onto his face. Pulling the cigarette from between his lips Saint narrowed his eyes and spotted the small brunette sitting on the step with an even smaller thing next to her. A drifter?

She almost looked to clean to be a drifter. Whatever she was she was swigging on a bottle that he could assume came from inside and rolling his eyes he stepped forward to tell her to clear off. Thinking about it now she was lucky it was him and not Ace, or Az, though Az rarely left the mansion anymore. Both of them had been in a foul mood lately, but he'd seen that evil glint in Ace's eyes, they were planning something. He suspected everyone was finally getting their act together.

As Saint stepped up onto the pavement right opposite her he realised that he hadn't quite noticed how pretty this young girl seemed to be. Maybe not actually that much younger than himself her brown hair begged to be tousled and he inhaled from his cigarette to give him something to do other than gape. "I would ask you what you think you're doing here," Saint exhaled smoke, "But I think the polite thing to do is ask your name first," there was no sense in being truly rude, it had been a while since he'd seen such a nice little lady.

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nature_girl
2009-02-22 09:40 pm UTC (link)

The bottle of lukewarm scotch stilled half-way to Gemini's cupid's bow lips. Not even my second gulp... Can't a girl just RELAX for a minute? With an exasperated sigh, Gemini looked up to see where that butterscotch smooth voice had come from... and felt her eyes widen in surprise. Scotland was in her blood... but the vision she was now soaking in looked like he should be the one gulping Cutty Sark on the steps of an abandoned pub. And those perfect lips would look better on a bottle than on that cigarette.

Trying to make up for her moment of obvious gawking, Gemini brought the bottle to her lips and gave the man a coy look from beneath her thick lashes. She quieted Callum, who was whimpering slightly at her side, most likely due to the smell of the smoke, and smiled lightly up at the man, her eyes wandering over his wind-tousled hair and his long lean figure.

"Well," She murmered," there seems to be more than one gentleman left in the world. I'm Gem. This lug is Callum. And... I'm looking for a business location... This place is perfect..."

Gemini pulled her eyes away from the gorgeous man to look at the little pub.

"It's so... proud... so untouched by the despair that the demons of the world have wrought upon its surroundings..." Sighing, Gemini turned her gaze back to the gorgeous stranger. If he wasn't so... delicious looking, she would probably be wary of him... in fact... that was more of a reason she should be... but out of every one she had met so far, few had made her feel wary. And this man certainly didn't... and would a bad person have a rosary tattooed around their neck? Unconsciously, Gemini ran her fingers over the butterfly on her right shoulder before patting the step beside her and offering the stranger her bottle.

"Now, if you don't mind my asking, who are you and is my being here a problem?" Gemini could have groaned. She knew she wouldn't get drunk. She never did. But a drop of liquor and that blasted scottish lilt of hers came out to color her usual wind-chime voice. Ignoring it, Gemini sent a rather cat-like look at the man before her.