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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 9, 2006 15:11:23 GMT -5
Fox may not have his gun, but now he makes a blind charge at Sinclair. Sinclair has a chance to respond, and he can see the deputy take out a weapon quickly.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 9, 2006 19:20:27 GMT -5
Alastair attempts to grab the head of Fox, and smash his face into his knee using his inertia to his own advantage
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 9, 2006 22:21:39 GMT -5
Alastair's hands grip and fail, his fingers begin to bend from the assault and despite his strength and Fox' ineptitude he again critically misses. The deputy misses wholly, people ducking from the shots now. Fox launches a wild haymaker.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 10, 2006 14:11:50 GMT -5
Alastair attempts to dodge by jumping to the side. if succesful he will bring a knife to Fox's Throat
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 10, 2006 14:15:05 GMT -5
Alastair barely succeeds, the haymaker connecting with his shoulder instead, and while he is drawing the knife Fox is kicking. (FN: 111/144).
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 11, 2006 18:25:33 GMT -5
Alastair will now attempt to hold fox with the knife at his throat until the Deputy gets there to Take it from here. "Now now Mr. Fox, it does seem to me your actions were a tad too rash. I hope maybe a day in the Cell can cool ya down and we can talk as sensible men, as i stated before i know not of what i did to offend." With a charming smirk and a wink to onlooking women Alastair will attempt to persuade Fox to calm down and go quietly.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 11, 2006 18:35:45 GMT -5
OOG: ... You're being kicked at. You sure you wanna try to put your knife to his throat?
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 11, 2006 18:52:11 GMT -5
OOG: OOps sorry wasn't sure what exactly was going on
IG: Alastair will attempt to block the shot, instead of dodging, with his arms crossed across his chest and his legs braced for impact and balance.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 11, 2006 18:57:58 GMT -5
Alastair feels his arms buckle and he is thrown back. His arms no longer are responding; they are totally numb. Sinclair's action.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 11, 2006 19:10:44 GMT -5
Alastair will throw his head back and violently bring it into the face of Fox.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 11, 2006 19:50:11 GMT -5
Fox jumps away, moving from the headbutt due to the range. The deputy finally catches the man in the leg, bringing him down immediately.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 4, 2006 16:12:56 GMT -5
Sinclair stumbles back towards the bar and sits down clumsily attempting to regain his bearings.
Putting his hand to his head he takes a breath and sits for a few minutes.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 4, 2006 19:24:17 GMT -5
The deputy moves in and hogties the assailant. "That's fer disturbing the peace." The deputy then punches him in the face. "And that's fer resisting arrest." The deputy carts the man off, but he says, "Pardner, I'll need you to drop by the sheriff's place before the end of the day." to Alistair.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 9, 2006 18:34:45 GMT -5
Sinclair"Id be glad to deputy, jes let me rest a bit i can't exactly feel my arms"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 9, 2006 20:10:15 GMT -5
The deputy stops. "You would? I was just talkin' about you makin' a statement for dem fancy lawyers!"
The tender calls out, "So ye're already quitting? Shortest hire ever!", while laughing.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 11, 2006 2:47:39 GMT -5
'never said id be quittin. so dont go assumin things withouth getting the story straight, i jes gotta rest a little and ill be fine, and ya ill come down to the station and give my piece." sinclair says grimacing while attempting to get the feeling back in his arms
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 11, 2006 4:32:48 GMT -5
The deputy nods and carts the man off. Activity slowly returns to normal in the saloon.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 11, 2006 16:46:41 GMT -5
Sinclair'Barkeep slide me something that i can feel throughout my body'
He continues to fiddle with his arms trying to get feeling. or at the least movement
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 11, 2006 17:05:37 GMT -5
A foul-smelling moonshine is slid down to Sinclair. "You'll feel that", the woman laughs out.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 11, 2006 19:59:15 GMT -5
'Thank ya kindly' sinclair states with an unsure look on his face, he casts his inhibitions aside and drinks the moonshine.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 11, 2006 23:13:18 GMT -5
The smell is noxious, practically burning Alistair's lungs and eyes. Amazingly, he chugs the entirety of it easily and feels the white hot sensation around his body.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 13, 2006 13:37:17 GMT -5
Sinclair 'Now, i will be back tommorow for the job, no reason to pay me for nothing, good day mam'
Sinclair grabs his hat tips it to the waitress, and heads out to the sherrifs office.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 13, 2006 20:50:53 GMT -5
"Pay you? You had moonshine for free!"
As you move along through the streets, some already give you a wide berth. It seems that Fox was a bully here for quite some time. Suddenly, there is a great crackling sound to the left a good distance.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 14, 2006 19:01:51 GMT -5
OOG(no in the begining i hired on for a bouncer, and they gave me a wad of cash)
Sinclair turns his head to the direction of the noise his hand going instictively to his six shooter.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 15, 2006 12:39:26 GMT -5
OOG: Bouncer and hired help.
The crackling fills the sky. Lightning arcs to form letters. "D E A T H T O C A P I T A L!"
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 15, 2006 13:00:29 GMT -5
'What the hell...' sinclair mumbles to himself looking up towards the sky in anticipation.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 15, 2006 17:14:18 GMT -5
People have amassed in awe. Electro-statically, pamphlets blow through the street, carrying small change that magnetizes them. People begin to charge for the pamphlets.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 15, 2006 17:55:46 GMT -5
Sinclair says under his breath' Now...im not to sure how i feel about lights in the sky or money outta no where, im outta here.'
Sinclair caustiously continues making his way for the Sherrifs office.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 16, 2006 3:39:37 GMT -5
Doing so will require a substantial change of route because the area in front of him is congested with the mob.
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Post by Black Fox on Oct 16, 2006 13:07:55 GMT -5
Thats fine it will get him the feel for the back ways of the town.
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