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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 28, 2010 22:24:29 GMT -5
Keith didn’t know much about lawyers. None of them really wanted to stop and actually talk with him that much. (They just tried to get him to pay off all the random bills that had accumulated.) However, as far as he knew, Keith was fairly sure that lawyers did not refer to others as ‘broski’.
He blinked a moment, watching the stranger approach. Despite the previous ‘broski’, Keith had trouble thinking of the guy as anything but a lawyer. It was the damn suit that did it.
“Alright then,” Keith announced, brushing off his hands as though preparing for a great task. “M’ name’s Keith Supercalafragilistickespialahdocious McO’Man. Ev’ryone jus’ calls me Keith.” He took a moment for a deep breath after reciting his most recent pseudonym. “‘nless you wanna be Lawyer-Guy forever, go ahead an’ introduce yerself.”
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Post by Devon Jameson on Jan 28, 2010 22:28:31 GMT -5
Devon couldn't help but chuckle. Taking in the man's appearence, and from the sound of his voice, the first word that hit him was 'Redneck.' And it hit him like a brick. With swit movement, he extends his hand towards Keith.
"Devon Jameson, Gun Salesman Extraordinare. Pleasure to meet'cha, Keith." He grins, his eyes guiding over to Tara and Moro, before gazing back at Keith. The man reminded him of an old friend...
"You know, you remind me of someone... You from Georgia by any chance?"
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Post by Mason Breaker on Jan 28, 2010 22:38:48 GMT -5
Mason stepped back from his work. The little wannabe was good and tied up now, still out cold from the punch. But now there was another matter at hand.
The gunshots. He needed to make sure that Keith and Tara were alright.
"Roy, toss me that .44 you were talking about when ya got a moment, would ya lad? I'm gonna go check out what all the noise is about."
With that, Mason walked out of the store. Several things met his eyes. A dead Smoker, Tara and Keith, Moro, and some guy in a suit.
Why Moro was here was a question for later. This new guy came first. Still clentching his shotgun (Although not in a threatening manner), he approached the jumbled mess The suited man seemed to be getting along with Keith just fine.
Looking over to Moro and Tara, he decided to make sure they were fine. "You two alright there?" He turned to the man in the suit. "And where'd you come from, sir?" He added.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Jan 28, 2010 22:49:47 GMT -5
Scooping up the discarded pistol, Roy popped out the clip and tossed it to Mason (the clip, of course, following immediatly after). "Heads up Grizzly" (OOC: Gonna have Roy start that one up in Swing xD) Following cautiously out of the store, he looked around, head buzzing slightly from a mixture of adrenalin-deprivation, a knob on his head, and a slight hangover.
"Shit, who's the new guy?" It seemed new people were just popping up from everywhere (though he technically had no room to talk, being the newest to the group so far) and every occupation. He heard Gun Salesman and began to laugh loudly, slapping Mason on the back heartily.
"Damn, he's a Gun Salesman. Buddy, you could've saved us ALOT of trouble if you'd shown up about five minutes ago." Though he had no money, he figured the simplest way to obtain the mans guns was to cut him to ribbons. Then again... another set of hands never hurt anyone...
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Post by Keith the Great on Jan 28, 2010 22:52:32 GMT -5
Though a bit wary of the fact that Lawyer-Guy (or gun-man, if occupation determined nickname) had been laughing at him, Keith reached out and accepted the man’s handshake with a determined, crushing grip. “Right back atcha, pal!” he chirped, grinning beneath his scarf. When Mason and Roy approached, curious about their visitor, Keith turned to the man and pointed at Devon. “This here’s Devon!” he explained cheerily, as though Devon wasn’t able to introduce himself.
The salesman’s following question immediately sent a need to lie down Keith’s spine. His eyes brightened, and his hidden grin grew. “Nope!” he exclaimed, almost too excitedly. “I ain’t never heard of a place called Georgia. I’m from Alaska. S’why I wear the hat ‘n scarf ‘n all.” As an after thought, he added: “Say, you ever seen m’friends Dave an’ Ellis? I dunno if they’re in Ohio, but I oughta check.”
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Post by Moro Ashford on Jan 29, 2010 20:58:16 GMT -5
Moro nodded and climbed back to her feet, fighting her way out of the tangle of shopping carts. Her heart was still pounding at a furious pace; thought it was becoming normal to randomly be dragged off, leapt on, or otherwise startled, it was still something that seemed to catch her off guard.
"I'm good," she nodded to Mason, and stood. A new figure had approached; curiously, the mechanic wandered to where a circle was forming around him.
(Being underneath shopping carts, I don't think she could have seen who had rescued her XD)
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Post by Tara Luketic on Jan 29, 2010 21:15:40 GMT -5
Tara joined the circle as well, crossing her arms over her chest and staring down the new guy critically. Her "player" senses were going crazy, and it probably wasn't just because of the cheap suit. Of course, she had caught him eying her a few times. The thought made Tara shudder on the inside and perked her curiosity at the same time. After all, no one ever really looked at her that way.
"What's your name? I didn't catch it."
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Post by Devon Jameson on Jan 31, 2010 17:46:23 GMT -5
Devon's eyes travel over the small group forming around him. He shudders slightly, a feeling of claustraphobia beginning to set in. As an answer to each question, he repeats his name.
"I'm Devon. Devon Jameson. I came from on top of a packaging shelf. Fuck yes, I'm a gun salesman. And, finally, I do recognize the name Ellis, Keith." He says in one breath, quickly inhaling after his flurry of words. His eyes stop on Roy, a small sneer going onto his face, before forcing his gaze onto Mason.
He seemed to be a polite man, at first glance, simply judging from the recent 'sir.' This would be someone he could relate too.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Feb 2, 2010 16:39:46 GMT -5
Mason eyed this newcomer warily. He honestly didn't know what to make out of him, what with his suit and smooth, contolled air. Now, admittadly, Mason never really liked suits. Suits meant something was off, in his mind at least. Funerals, politicions, salesmen, the list went on. At least this guy was a useful gun salesman.
But it would be unfair to judge a book by it's cover, and so Mason decided to give him a chance. Seeing as he seemed to be a formal guy, Mason decided to at least introduce himself formally.
Shotgun still in his hands, of course.
"Name's Mason Breaker."
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Post by Devon Jameson on Feb 3, 2010 21:57:30 GMT -5
Devon smiles, crossing his arms and skimming over the man's figure. And, with little thought, realization dawned on him.
Mason could kick his ass five ways to sunday.
With a swift, dramatic smoothing of his coat, and a pat of his hair, Devon extended his hand out to Mason.
He made sure to not show fear.... He was pretty sure Mason could smell fear.
"It's an honor to meet you, Mason. Hope we can be business partners when this blows over or something."
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Post by Keith the Great on Feb 3, 2010 22:33:59 GMT -5
Through the short conversation, Keith remained focused on the topic of his friends. “I didn’ as if y’ knew ‘em,” he said, tilting his head, “I asked if ya seen ‘im.” Nevertheless, he shrugged, assuming the lack of “Oh, I just saw him at...” meant that his friends were nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, Keith refused to let it drag him down. Any day now, he was gonna walk right into his two pals and it’d be a fantastic reunion.
The topic soon switched right over to Mason, who was currently refusing to set aside his gun. Devon must have noticed, for he seemed to straighten himself up and speak more directly. (Couldn’t blame ‘im.) With a smile that almost burst right through the thread of his scarf, Keith hopped up and wrapped a friendly arm around each man’s shoulder, pulling them together in a brotherly group hug. “Aw, man, I can already tell we’re gonna be pals!”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Feb 4, 2010 22:19:43 GMT -5
Allowing himself a small smile towards Devon's dramatic straightening. Accepting the man's handshake, he gave his own firm one in return, not breaking eye contact. It wasn't that he was trying to be intimidating, he was just trying to be polite.
"Business partners? Boyo, I'm just a construction worker. Appreciate the offer though. But if you ever need a customer, lemme know, eh?"
However, when Keith put an arm on the two men and attempted to pull them into something similar to a brotherly hug, Mason decided to humor the hobo. There was no way that he'd be able to pull Mason by the shoulder, with only one arm at that. So he leaned in to Keith's pull, raising an eyebrow at his comment.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Feb 4, 2010 22:45:27 GMT -5
"Heh..." Kiss p to the big guy... typical Doesn't realize that the skinny guy's the one who'd kill him in a heartbeat... Though oddly placed, most would've taken his laugh as a poke at Keith's remark. "So, anyone think to ask him, y'know, before he gets too cozy, if he's a carrier? Or maybe if he knows if he's suceptable?"
Roy wasn't really all that suspicious... he was just a little offended that he was being ignored (both on Keiths part and on Devons...). Besides. Being careful never hurt... plus if he managed to piss the guy off, he had a change to cut someone up...
(Sorry, short xP)
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Post by Tara Luketic on Feb 5, 2010 16:49:17 GMT -5
Tara's left eye twitched visibly when Devon supplied his name, mouth curling into a grimace. "Jesus Christ! What IS it with me and meeting survivors who have the same names as everyone I used to know?! Argh!!" she exclaimed, flailing her arms. However, when she realized that she'd said it all out loud, she blushed a serious shade of red and seemed to shrink. Grinning sheepishly, Tara took one long step to the side, hiding partly behind Moro. "Uh... I mean..." she muttered, racking her brain.
Luckily, at that moment, Roy spoke up and seemed to direct most of the attention away from her. Whether it was purposefully or not, Tara would have to remember to thank him later. Of course, he did have a good point; though the guy didn't look infected. Frowning and furrowing her brows in thought, she stepped a little closer to Devon and seemed to look him over. "I dunno, Roy... he looks pretty uninfected to me. Plus, the fact that he's not clawing our brains out pretty much answers your question."
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Post by Devon Jameson on Feb 5, 2010 17:03:33 GMT -5
Devon's eye twitched rapidly as Keith's arm slung around his shoulder. His mind completely shut down as he dramatically turned to stare at Keith's arm... on his suit. He then turned to look at Keith, shuddering at the physical contact. Hand shaking is one thing... but nobody touches his suit. Keith had pulled him close and, as casually as he could, he shrugged the arm off with a light cough. With an angered stutter, he turned to Roy.
"S-So, about that carrier question... I'm immune... Or, well, as immune as one can be..." He mumbled, and turned to look at Tara, questioning at her outburst.
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