The Docks of Margate

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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Twilight on Sat Sep 15, 2012 4:11 pm

The lounging feline rolled his eyes and decided that his face and the palm of his hand would get along extremely well.

Why did drunks always have to ruin everything? This had been a perfectly successful stalk and it was crashed to a halt by a rambling looser.

Observe.

Suspicious subject expressed a volatile reaction to a dumb hobo even after it had spotted him up on his makeshift hammock; evidence of quick temper and fragile focus. Easy to distract perhaps. Stance and tone indicate potential violence toward drunkard.

The drunk on the other hand showed evidence of destitution. Homeless in all likelihood. Loud, obnoxious and long gone from his own brain. Diagnosis: Idiot.

One way or the other, Emerald Eyes seemed likely to give him reason for an arrest, though the drunk was just as likely. This should be fun to watch. He brought his arms behind his head and chilled out as the events unfolded.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:19 am

Devin's attention was stolen away from the store in front of him by a loud racket coming from a nearby alleyway. After a moment's hesitation, the baker stepped away from the store and over to the alley way to peer down it.

Three dreamkeepers.

A woman, who seemed put off by another dreamkeeper playing loud, annoying music. The music guy also appeared to be extremely drunk.

All of this was being watched by a third who, oddly enough, was sitting atop a wire.

"What in the...?", was all Devin managed to say to this.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Wreckeronezero on Sun Sep 16, 2012 1:09 am

Sov suddenly heard loud music being played, and close by. Mir gave a startled jump and quickly raced into the back of his trenchcoat, barely sticking her head over his shoulder to watch what would happen. Sov peeked around the corner, a woman stood, yelling at a man who was obviously drunk, as one could tell from the bottle in his hand. A third person, a man stood across from him, obviously as confused by the situation as Sov was, and finally a man lay above them all on some clothing wires. He turned the corner and looked around at the group of people "Uh...whats going on here?".
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Twilight on Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:07 am

The overhead spy opened an eye to look at the source of this new voice. Not one, but two new people had chosen to **** into other people's business.

The market visitor from earlier. Too curious for his own good, perhaps. Loud noises command attention. Understandable.

The big and red one was a different story, decidedly ramming himself into matters not of his concern showed either impulsiveness or almost complete ignorance of social privacy... loud noise and screaming aside. Build and outfit were indicative of military background or at least a military fascination of some sort. Coarse appearance to both his clothes and skin showed signs of extreme dehydration. Very similar to that of folk who spent time around the deadly, all humidity annihilating Diony Dessert. a Diony seed farmer, then? Fermentae was popular in Margate, so perhaps a trader. So why stick his nose where it doesn't belong?

He grimaced. The randomness of these encounters was complicating things, fast.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Mr Aerospace on Sun Sep 16, 2012 4:04 am

Nape and lore feathers ruffled instinctively. Adrenaline slammed into the unsteady drunk like a sledgehammer, knocking him off balance and sending him tripping face first into the sidewall of the bakery. The unconscious buteonine body slumped backwards onto the cobbles. A strike to the back of the head combined with the still coursing adrenaline helped him regain consciousness.

He awoke covered in wet sand, it was dark. But his eyes continued to adjust until it was bright as daylight...but he was certain they were attacked at night...
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh..." he groaned, but was instantly alerted to his own voice. No, I definitely did not groan, so I'm not in the dunes, this is not the war, where the hell am I? His mind was racing faster than he could possibly articulate."...h.hhhhhhhhhggggg" quick thinking allowed him to draw out the groan. Whatever danger he was in, it was something new and sure as hell hadn't passed yet. Faking would buy some time.

The veteran quickly tensed and released all his muscles, nothing was numb, so he excluded any serious torsal or limb damage. He clutched his throbbing head with both hands, something tasted funny. His hands moved down to his beak. "Aaaooow!" He screamed and winced as the broken and bloodied section of his beak fell off in his hands. It wasn't a critical injury and there was no time to worry about it, so he moved on. He masked a number of miniscule functional and reactionary tests while slowly staggering to his knees. He concluded that he was sluggish, probably drunk, but could fight or run if necessary.

He shifted focus to the danger. He was still fuzzy, so as he propped himself up, he collected and arranged all his last memories as well as possible. The effort of standing up hadn't cleared his head, but a quick little bit of rocking and swaying stopped the sensory overload, and let him know his music was still blaring.
All in all, not much more than fifteen seconds had ticked over since he'd hit his head.


He peered down the side lane towards the street, something just wasn't adding up. There were two more people, but that wasn't it. He dismissed this new data, focusing instead on the dark silhouette at the end of the lane. This keeper had definitely been the source of that hiss, but he couldn't understand why he wasn't perceiving it as the threat. There was something else. It was bugging him, a glimpse, a half memory. Something out of place. The piece of washing! He grunted in pain and annoyance at being caught out like he had, but carefully refrained from looking up at the keeper above him. Whatever happened next, he had to avoid being identified. Helping the girl lose this tail was secondary.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Avolendi on Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:10 am

Letting his mind wander, the man enjoyed the silence, which was suddenly and brutally interrupted by the coarse noise of a bad speaker, blasting away at the sky. It was hard to pinpoint with all the buildings, but after walking to an adjacent overhang it seemed to come from a alley across the street.

His curiosity was engaged, but with the cold of autumn he preferred to avoid getting soaked. Not to mention running about on dark, rainy evenings wasn't a good idea in general. Going for a compromise instead, the green feline skipped to an overhang closer by across from the alley and looked inside. It wasn't easy to see, but after his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the poorly lit alley he could make out a silhouette.

Apparently looking at the situation from aside, he didn't see the baker, the woman or the man on the wire. He did however see a drunkard stumbling about, who apparently caused the ruckus and had turned his attention to something out of sight. Leaning back against the window frame of a tailor the feline sipped some more of his warm beverage.

Suddenly the drunk seemed to fall down without any reason. Though it looked painful, it did seem to sober him up to some extent. For a moment the feline considered offering to help him, but even despite the weather that might not be a good idea. Light wasn't the only thing that didn't reach far into the alleys of Margate. For now it was probably best to do nothing. If something bad happened he could always alert the guards patrolling the docksides.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Nyxira on Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:34 pm

To the dark, shark featured one's further irritation, the commotion was starting to draw a crowd. Just her luck, exactly the thing she preferred to avoid. Well, looking around she could see that they were at least all male. Better than a bunch of chicks, to be sure. And the guy with the boombox seemed to be sobering up a bit, so hopefully he wouldn't be much more of a pest than he'd already been. The one whom she took the most issue with was the one who watched.

She shook her head swiftly to free her hair from the weight of the droplets which clung to it before glaring back up at the orange furred cat on the wire. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but kindly knock it off with the creepy stalker staring. Capiche?" With that, she turned on her heel and started off again, eager to leave the growing number of people behind her.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Twilight on Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:50 pm

He rolled his eyes. Damn it, he was doing so well too.

He looked down at the rest of those present. "You all suck!"

He gave all three of them the finger and sprung from the wires back onto the roof, tailing Emerald Eyes once more. He knew she was up to something. He just hoped he could pin it down before it came down to an unnecessary fight.

There was another civilian in his way. A green one. He seemed to have also been watching the scene. As he passed close by, he shot him a glare, "what are you looking at, butthole?"

The feline did not take kindly to being foiled in a mission.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Wreckeronezero on Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:53 pm

Sov watched as the woman spoke to the man on the wire. Mir crawled up ontop of his head and watched "see Mir, this is why we dont live in the city, the people here are just weird." The Ryuu-neko responded with a quiet mew and they watched for a few more minutes before turning around the corner and heading down the same alley way as the woman, an unfortunate turn of events in his opinion, but it was the only way he knew of to get out of the back alleys. To avoid looking like a stalker he slowed down and pulled out his data scroll and started to analyze the pictures he took earlier of the boats. Mir continued to sit on his head and watch the woman ahead, staring at her with an intense gaze for a few moments before looking at the data scroll with Sov. "I think this one may be a fishing vessel, notice these features here,here, and here." he pointed on the datascroll.
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Re: The Docks of Margate

Postby Mr Aerospace on Wed Sep 19, 2012 2:03 pm

As the small crowd dissolved with the rain, so too did the danger. "What in the name of the spirits was that, Dave?" he started mentally self-recriminating, "Ok fine, you gathered and repulsed a crowd in under a minute, that's a record...just why did you have shoot that Ryuu for?"

Shock had set in, but the experienced 56 year old quietly sat himself down safely in the pile of bags before his mind escaped completely, again.
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