Post by llapgoch on Jun 10, 2017 3:33:00 GMT -5
Bill stood at the bar flipping cash off his moneyroll and setting it before him. "Whiskey." He drank it fast in a few gulps and set down the glass again for another refill. It'd been a shit day. He made a few bucks, won a scrap in the coliseum netting him twenty eight bucks but the rain had done it's work. The married women were staying at home and those that it didn't hold at bay were just not what he looked for. Hard to enjoy his accomplishments when you just couldn't bed down a fine pretty middle aged bored and hopefully, rich wife and tell her all about it.
"Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose" he spoke as he picked up the new glass of whiskey and drank with much more restraint. He wondered where Miss Bishop got off to. He knew he'd heard her earlier in the crowds but she was gone, a fancy hat among the business day end, never to reappear. "Shame she isn't married" he mused with a slight smile. But even then, too young. Bill drank some more. The amber liquid was hot and hit the spot, filled the void there. He wondered where Kitara had made off too. Too bad she was separated. That long hair like a drape of black leather...
Bill finished his drink with a sigh.
A man had wandered into the lower bar of The Sinkhole and hurried his way to a man seated near him, abruptly sitting down. "You'll never guess what just happened" said the man before the other could greet him. "Down about Apple Street. Killings happening and more than a few." William Colts ears perked. A tale of guns and blades and blood. Lots of blood. While the two men carried on, Bill paid....his bill and made out to the gates and the more seedy side of the city.
Apple street loomed as darkness fell and the rain picked up. Lightning flashed and seconds later the thunder struck. Making his way carefully down he pulled out his gun and concealed it under his cloak. The few people hurried for shelter of their homes and shutters clattered closed. Alone in the street he stole forward keeping to the shadows. Again the thunder rolled and as it subsided a scream rent the air from someplace ahead, a small archway in that direction. Another step and he heard the pop of a gun. Several years on the road had taught him that if you don't go look, you miss the good stuff.
The rain pounded down as he passed beneath the arch, a short tunnel bisecting a building. There were shapes lying on the ground and voices. Moving to the other side he could see figures standing. Two men, a dwarf and a woman, the latter holding guns. He took a moment before he went for it, passing out of the tunnel and making for the closest doorway beyond as quiet as he could.
He got halfway.
"Hey, we got a live one"
"The fuck...."
From the other side of the arch Bill straightened and stood, hands raised before he slowly knelt, setting his gun on the ground. A large man appeared and spoke to him so for some minutes. Eventually an arm was placed around his shoulders in a very friendly seeming manner. He pulled William out of view and for a time, Bill ceased to exist by all save those in that dark street.
A short sharp shout was heard a few minutes later. A limping figure tried to hurry as fast as he could, one hand clutching his leg. It made it's way down the street and to the stairs before it hesitantly looked back before disappearing down.
Across the rail tracks a new rumor was heard later that night of a man with a pierced leg who came and told a few men that The Apples had a message. "The Wolves had better get into fresh undies because shit was about to get very real and several of their men had died that night at the hands of The Apple Street Gang. That it was going to be just like"The ol' days".
"Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose" he spoke as he picked up the new glass of whiskey and drank with much more restraint. He wondered where Miss Bishop got off to. He knew he'd heard her earlier in the crowds but she was gone, a fancy hat among the business day end, never to reappear. "Shame she isn't married" he mused with a slight smile. But even then, too young. Bill drank some more. The amber liquid was hot and hit the spot, filled the void there. He wondered where Kitara had made off too. Too bad she was separated. That long hair like a drape of black leather...
Bill finished his drink with a sigh.
A man had wandered into the lower bar of The Sinkhole and hurried his way to a man seated near him, abruptly sitting down. "You'll never guess what just happened" said the man before the other could greet him. "Down about Apple Street. Killings happening and more than a few." William Colts ears perked. A tale of guns and blades and blood. Lots of blood. While the two men carried on, Bill paid....his bill and made out to the gates and the more seedy side of the city.
Apple street loomed as darkness fell and the rain picked up. Lightning flashed and seconds later the thunder struck. Making his way carefully down he pulled out his gun and concealed it under his cloak. The few people hurried for shelter of their homes and shutters clattered closed. Alone in the street he stole forward keeping to the shadows. Again the thunder rolled and as it subsided a scream rent the air from someplace ahead, a small archway in that direction. Another step and he heard the pop of a gun. Several years on the road had taught him that if you don't go look, you miss the good stuff.
The rain pounded down as he passed beneath the arch, a short tunnel bisecting a building. There were shapes lying on the ground and voices. Moving to the other side he could see figures standing. Two men, a dwarf and a woman, the latter holding guns. He took a moment before he went for it, passing out of the tunnel and making for the closest doorway beyond as quiet as he could.
He got halfway.
"Hey, we got a live one"
"The fuck...."
From the other side of the arch Bill straightened and stood, hands raised before he slowly knelt, setting his gun on the ground. A large man appeared and spoke to him so for some minutes. Eventually an arm was placed around his shoulders in a very friendly seeming manner. He pulled William out of view and for a time, Bill ceased to exist by all save those in that dark street.
A short sharp shout was heard a few minutes later. A limping figure tried to hurry as fast as he could, one hand clutching his leg. It made it's way down the street and to the stairs before it hesitantly looked back before disappearing down.
Across the rail tracks a new rumor was heard later that night of a man with a pierced leg who came and told a few men that The Apples had a message. "The Wolves had better get into fresh undies because shit was about to get very real and several of their men had died that night at the hands of The Apple Street Gang. That it was going to be just like"The ol' days".