The Docks of Margate

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The Docks of Margate

Postby Nyxira on Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:23 am

The Andurunan shipping yard was more dismal than usual as the clouds released their heavy burdens of rain upon the numerous docks and shabby gray buildings which littered the port district of Margate. Sea birds took cover in the crevices of the rocky strands and in nooks beneath the slatted structures. This was where all of the riffraff and rejections of the sea wound up, as well as many of the less fortunate dwellers of the city itself.

But not all inhabitants were there without choice, for there were some who simply preferred the simple suburban life and the proximity to the ocean. One such individual now strode aimlessly along the boardwalk, rain water soaking her dark clothes and fur as she took advantage of the weather to go into town without having to deal with many people being out and about. She was a reclusive sort, and not overly fond of crowds and noise, so she mostly kept to her makeshift home on the shore, not terribly far from the border between Margate and Talocan.

The 'house' was really just the remnant of a long since wrecked ship, more than half of it entirely missing. The cabin portion stood upright on the broken end, making for an effective shelter against the harsh elements of the sea. It looked rough, but she found it both comfortable and satisfactory. Within it she would mostly read, work on art, or entertain herself with features of the data scroll. For the most part she would only come out to explore or buy and sell supplies, the latter of which being the cause for her current excursion.

The dark, feline featured redhead looked up at the steadily emptying clouds with a pleased smirk. She liked the rain. Everything about it: the look, the sound, the feel, the smell... it was fresh and clean. She also thought it was especially nice when accompanied by thunder and lightning, but such was not the case today, or at least not yet. That was for the best, as it wasn't a fantastic idea to be out in the market during a storm. Not that it was likely any stalls would even be open during one.

Another thing that was great about the rain was that most others did not like it, which kept them out of her way when she had to be out. It wasn't that she disliked people, but she found crowds of them to be overly loud and obnoxious to her, and wasn't particularly sociable anyway.

Yet certainly she wasn't the only one out and about, even in this rain. The recluse was bound to meet someone, be they merchant or otherwise, as was likely anyone out with any purpose besides fleeing indoors.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Twilight on Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:57 am

Good, thought the lone figure perched still atop one of the tallest of the many masts and posts littered about the shipyard. For once, I get to relax and not worry about the rest of this damn city.

Rainy days were the perfect time to forget everything about the world of Anduruna, where myriads of people horded the streets scrounging for new ways to satisfy their constant need for hedonistic comfort while ignoring each other as much as possible. The universally uncomfortable weather slowed down society to a crawl and allowed it to cool of while only those with important business, good or bad, proceeded about their errands.

The fire orange feline allowed his meditation to proceed for a good hour before moving another muscle.

He opened his eyes, looking directly at the massive tower at the core of the city. I own you.

He stared at it with a relaxed, unreadable expression.

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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:02 pm

The baker hurried down the streets towards the market. He pulled his coat tighter around himself, in a futile attempt to keep dry.

It wasn't that he disliked the rain. Far from it. One of his favorite times to relax or go for a walk were when it was raining, and raining hard at that. But today was not a day to relax. It was a day for business.

The power in his bakery had been accidently cut by the power company for several days and a lot of his ingredients had gone bad. On the bright side, the power company had covered the cost of lost ingredients and even paid for several cakes that had been ruined due to their mistake.

On the down side, that was just money. The baker still needed to actually go out and purchase replacement ingredients and it had to be done now or he would be forced to keep the bakery closed for one more day and lose yet more potential business.

He wiped the rainwater off his glasses and placed them back upon his face. Devin Path looked at the shop directly in front of him.

"Still open. Good. I was worried they'd close in this weather." the tall, lanky, dark-furred dreamkeeper said to himself with a manic grin.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Avolendi on Sun Sep 09, 2012 7:06 am

Rain ticked against the window. The weather had turned for the worst and who didn't need to go out stayed inside. The green feline looked up at the sky and sighed. He'd like to go out for some fresh air, even if it was in the pouring rain, but for now he had to finish his new job.

The data scroll in front of him slowly glowed with a blank screen. The scroll was connected to his work goggles and had been running a system diagnostics check. Apparently it wasn't broken, but it just didn't show anything on the screen. After rummaging through some file nodes he found the one with visualizer support software and he installed those. After unplugging everything and starting the scroll back up, the welcome screen appeared. Time for a break.

He walked through the workplace of the small shop and greeted the owner at the front desk. A hefty fellow with a good character, he was a nice boss to have. Taking a mug of coffee he mentioned he was stepping out for a bit. The rain hadn't let up and water ran down the streets. Lamps had turned on, but their light didn't reach far. Standing below the overhang, it was relaxing to hear the rain spatter and smell the moist air.

Glancing around the man looked at the different buildings in the street. It was strangly beautiful how the buildings on the left were outlined by the glow of city centre while on the right darkness loomed beyond the lights of the harbor. It probably helped that the rain washed away the dirt that usually accumulated in the streets here. Sipping from his coffee, the feline enjoyed the moment.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Nyxira on Thu Sep 13, 2012 12:16 am

The otherwise dark individual's bright red markings stood out against the monochrome of the rain, causing her to resemble some tribal painting brought to life. Her predator-like finned tail cut through the falling drops as she stopped and turned sharply. Ocean green eyes narrowed in a frown as she peered up and down the street. Apparently there were more people around than she'd counted on.

No matter, surely it wasn't that big of a deal. She felt uncomfortable due to being so used to keeping to herself, but there really was nothing for it but to go about her business casually. The black furred tomboy was reclusive, but by no means timid. Alert, but fearless. Besides, she looked rather intimidating, herself.

Crimson claws tapped against her side absently in thought for a moment before she turned again to continue on her way.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Twilight on Fri Sep 14, 2012 2:00 am

The rain had been going long enough to where more people found themselves prepared to deal with it and there was movement down below. So much for taking a break. It was time to find some fresh meat.

He rose and spied at those down below. He felt his gaze focus as his eyes dilated slightly. Predatorial.

A figure walking across a street, wearing a large coat concealing more than just a body underneath stopped at the entrance of a small building and knocked. Shortly, she revealed herself as a mother as children greeted her and she uncovered her groceries from under the coat. Harmless.

Another, a male, speeding through the street with a briefcase and trying to shelter himself with a soaked newspaper. A businessman or a lawyer. Probably despicable but ultimately harmless.

Behind him, a few buildings away at the market place. a couple going in, a couple going out. One with particular urgency, slowed down at the entryway with a sigh of relief. A customer rejoicing that the rain didn't cause the market to close. Harmless.

"Come on, something usually happens in rainy days."

His eyes caught wind of a vivid red making its way along the street. A... person walking with a lot of purpose. He was about to dismiss it when the figure turned around defensively. Green eyes piercing at the empty space behind it. Almost as if it did not want to be followed.

"Curtain. Enter suspicious figure, stage left."

Effortlessly he took a step backward into the emptiness behind him, producing a short chain from within his cloak like coat, holding both ends and letting it fall over the post. His feet planted on its surface and using the chain to stick to it he easily walked down to about half way up its height from where he sprung toward the closest rooftop.

He spotted his target up the street and gave silent chase. The best part about not working for the safety troops was not having to worry about the legalities of preying on the unsuspecting.

Swiftly but carefully, he followed. He was still above the eyeline. Nine out of ten times, people don't look above the eyeline, so he wasn't too worried about being spotted. That on its own wasn't a guarantee though, so he watched his step, being extra careful to not make noise or any sudden movements that might cause him to be seen by others. It wasn't until the figure stopped moving at its destination that he lazily propped himself down on some laundry wires hanging from building to building as if they were a hammock. Throwing his arms behind his head and staring. It wouldn't be long before the figure noticed he was there.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Mr Aerospace on Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:51 am

Nearly a week had gone by and still the bakery remained shut. No superfluous pastries were to be scrounged from the lane-way windows, nor were there any signs of the friendly bakers in the back alley, kindly and talkative souls that brought him a small something to eat during smoko.
Not that the vagrant ever went that hungry, for more than a few hours, but today the culmination of the drenching rain, no nearby shelter, a newly located supply of the good stuff and the lack of his favourite coffee scroll lunch had heated Radio Dave past boiling point, and by the spirits, someone was going to know all about it.

"Plus," he reasoned to his bottle, "I haven't done the drunk Dave act in a while..." breaking into a wide grin as his dizzied gaze focused just long enough to find an appropriate weapon, "AAAAAnd he has got a reputation to uphold!"
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Wreckeronezero on Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:47 pm

Rain was somewhat of a phenomenon for him. He adjusted the goggles resting on his neck and felt his Ryuu-Neko climb out of his trenchcoat and onto his shoulder. "Enjoy the rain Mir, if nothing weird happens tonight then we'll be heading back home tomorrow". The Ryuu-neko gave him a sour face then looked back up at the sky as the rain continued to fall around them. Sov was enjoying the walk, he never really went to the docks, there wasnt alot of reason for him to come here. However today just felt like a good day to take a seaside stroll, he enjoyed looking at the ships too, stopping every so often to look at the docked boats and study their design, trying to guess as to why some ships had certain configurations and the others didnt, maybe he would buy a book on the different types of ships if he ever got any money. A man ran past him carrying a briefcase, a newspaper was being held over his head in a futile attempt to stop the rain. He stopped and watched the man for a few seconds before continuing on his way, he suddenly realized how alone he was out here. A shadow then seemed to move across the rooftops and Sov narrowed his eyes and began to look around himself cautiously as he walked "Hey Mir, lemme know if you notice anything strange". In response the Ryuu-neko climbed ontop of his head and looked around nervously as they continued through the docks.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Mr Aerospace on Fri Sep 14, 2012 11:36 pm

Bottle, boombox...weapon? The grin immediately evaporated from Dave's face. Clearly, he was more drunk than he wanted to admit, and energy could not be wasted on something unimportant like smiling; he had a very large conundrum to solve. Three things, two hands, "Houuuw?". His head jolted about as if looking around for some magical solution. "Mebbe I'm standing on somfing? Somfing daown dalley?" He squinted "Dees shops? Up dere?" His face scrunched up. "Aoow! Bright".

If Dave had been more lucid, he may have noticed something odd about the sole piece of washing hanging from the overhead lines. Had he had his wits about him, he would have wondered why no one had brought it in during the storm, and had he been sober he may have realized it was perching atop the line, not dangling from it.

"Meh!" he angrily conceded. He knew what he needed; "Music!" Stumbling over to the ancient sound box he had left in the lane way, he knew what he was about to do was going to require some logical sequencing, so he stood back a moment.
1. Take a swig.
2. Rest against wall with booze arm.
3. Push play. ...
3. Hrr, push play! ...
3. Push play gorammit!
4. Success! Now, volume up full!

Some decades old song came blaring out of the sole surviving speaker. Lifting the stereo off its trashcan perch, he shuffled in the direction of the weapon he had chosen. The music had done the trick. Carefully bending over, Dave gingerly placed the large device onto a frumpy black plastic bag then turned to pick up the weathered piece of timber which he placed carefully on top of the pile. Now he knew he didn't have to leave anything behind. He chuckled.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Nyxira on Sat Sep 15, 2012 2:55 am

The fur on the back of the dark one's neck began to raise as she got the eerie feeling that she was being watched. Turning her head to glare around for whoever was staring at her in such a creepy manner, a low growl rolled from her throat. Her cold gaze soon raised to the figure perched atop the wire, when suddenly the sound of music blasted from just below it, causing her to give a start and look sharply down to the source of the offensive sound. Hissing quietly in irritation, the female thoroughly considered approaching the drunkard and bashing in his boombox.

But the probably noise of the enraged shouting to follow would be equally as annoying, so instead she opted to harden her glare at the offender and raise her voice threateningly above the sound. "TURN IT OFF. NOW."
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