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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm interested in this as well, leaning towards the sage or thief, or even taking the initiative and making my own class.
I'm still here
Outward district - Outside the remainder of apartment 14 - 6:26
The whirr of the sentries grew louder as they began to close in on Chess, He could see from a distance that they were already arming themselves to stun and apprehend whomever cause the fire, namely Chester. With that it mind he began running, he didn't really have a direct destination in mind until he received a message he blinked a few times and-“I know whats goin on. Meet at the spot.”- scrolled in front of his eyes, it was from Kipper Dulorme, he must've sent it through some private channel or something. One of the few actual friends Chester had. He began running towards the strip joint they frequented, but then turned sharply nearly falling over and ran towards main street instead. Why would he go there? Unless it was spaghetti night there was no reason, he must've meant the old bowling alley, he could lose some of the sentries on the way at lest but Kip had better be waiting for him otherwise he'd have a nice stay at the H&W center...again.
Outward district - Main street and 33rd Bigpin Bowling Alley - 6:31
Chester had lost one or two of the sentries by taking a few narrow paths, and eventually made it to the old bowling alley. He ran around to the back and for the second time that day jumped through a window, He rolled to a stop and looked around, he was in the small office in the back. Oddly enough this is one of the first places Chester robbed when he came to Byzantium, and he had been in this office before, he had been masked that time though, and managed to get away. He probably ended up putting more money back into the place than he took from it once he and Kipper came here so often. Dune walked out of the Office and into he main room of the building and let out a low whistle, it wasn't necessarily a call, but it was something Chester did often enough to be recognized as him if Kipper was here, and that way if the sentries were listening they wouldn't get a name.
The whirr of the sentries grew louder as they began to close in on Chess, He could see from a distance that they were already arming themselves to stun and apprehend whomever cause the fire, namely Chester. With that it mind he began running, he didn't really have a direct destination in mind until he received a message he blinked a few times and-“I know whats goin on. Meet at the spot.”- scrolled in front of his eyes, it was from Kipper Dulorme, he must've sent it through some private channel or something. One of the few actual friends Chester had. He began running towards the strip joint they frequented, but then turned sharply nearly falling over and ran towards main street instead. Why would he go there? Unless it was spaghetti night there was no reason, he must've meant the old bowling alley, he could lose some of the sentries on the way at lest but Kip had better be waiting for him otherwise he'd have a nice stay at the H&W center...again.
Outward district - Main street and 33rd Bigpin Bowling Alley - 6:31
Chester had lost one or two of the sentries by taking a few narrow paths, and eventually made it to the old bowling alley. He ran around to the back and for the second time that day jumped through a window, He rolled to a stop and looked around, he was in the small office in the back. Oddly enough this is one of the first places Chester robbed when he came to Byzantium, and he had been in this office before, he had been masked that time though, and managed to get away. He probably ended up putting more money back into the place than he took from it once he and Kipper came here so often. Dune walked out of the Office and into he main room of the building and let out a low whistle, it wasn't necessarily a call, but it was something Chester did often enough to be recognized as him if Kipper was here, and that way if the sentries were listening they wouldn't get a name.
Same here
You saw an exploding building and I saw a golden opportunity, worked out pretty well I think.
Chester Dune - Outward District - 5:42 AM - apartment building 14
The sound of a glass bottle smashing was the first thing Chester heard that morning it came from behind him, somewhere in the kitchen. He jumped slightly from the noise and tried to look over his shoulder from the torn up recliner he had been sleeping on seconds ago. it was too dark to see anything behind him and once the familiar soreness and splitting headache associated with heavy drinking the night prior began to sink in, he realized that this wasn't his apartment. He kept his eyes towards the kitchen until he noticed the poster of a naked woman hanging upside down on a wall and then he knew where he was suddenly. This was that shithead Francis apartment, he had been here before in pretty much the same exact situation, he regretted it almost every time but he almost always paid for the booze so who was he to say no? Dune made his was towards he kitchen slowly "Hey man, I'm gonna go back home, but uh..you got anything for the head...ache.." Chester began to slow down once he saw Francis standing a few feet from him holding a broken bottle in one hand and what looked like a human ear in the other.
Francis didn't make any moves but it looked like he was trying to say something, that's when Chester saw that he had a large piece of gauze taped to his right ear. "You stupid fucker! You did this, I know it was you!." Francis suddenly started shouting at Chester, it had become clear from his voice that he was on something, and not just drunk. "Dude, hey man you're fucked up on something I didn't touch you!" Chester said slowly backing up from Francis, he was in no state to fight him, and somewhere deep down he didn't really want to fight him. Chester started acting as fast as he could, he threw the closest bottle in Francis general direction, and then booked it for the door without seeing where it landed, as he was running he took a sharp inhale through his nose and noticed all he could smell was gas, he slammed into the door and reached for the handle only to find that it had been knocked off at some point. Things just kept getting better.
Francis showed up in hot pursuit of Chester and took heavy swing with the broken bottle right at Chester's face, his movements were blunt but he somehow managed to avoid the bottle. He retaliated by kicking Francis in the stomach hard enough to knock him over, hopefully giving him enough time to find a window to jump out of. Sure enough Francis crumpled forward and dropped both his ear and his bottle, Chester took this time to make it to the window across the room and began trying to lift the window open but the wood around it was so warped it wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Chester cussed under his breath and turned around to look at Francis who was holding something new in his hand. He began talking incomprehensibly and shouting at Chester waving his new item violently at him, a glint of morning light had come through the window and Chester saw that it was a shiny new lighter. Francis began to drunkenly attempt to light it either touching the striker but his finger sliding off of it or just missing all together.
Outward District - 6:12 AM - apartment 14
Chester Dune was falling out of a window from the third floor of apartment 14, a split second after he exited the room it burst in brilliant flame, subsequently destroying it. Chester landed roughly on a bums house, fortunately made of old mattresses and what he could only assume were rugs at some point. The bum who lived there apparently wasn't home currently as the little shack was completely empty. Dune stood up, his head killing him him, which was the least of his worries at this point as he could see the faint glow of sentries in the distance coming towards him. This time it honestly wasn't his fault, but he had this strange feeling that they wouldn't believe him. He looked up at the artificial morning growing slowly in the artificial sky with a crumbling, burning building in the foreground, today was not going to be the best day, but at least it wasn't raining.
The sound of a glass bottle smashing was the first thing Chester heard that morning it came from behind him, somewhere in the kitchen. He jumped slightly from the noise and tried to look over his shoulder from the torn up recliner he had been sleeping on seconds ago. it was too dark to see anything behind him and once the familiar soreness and splitting headache associated with heavy drinking the night prior began to sink in, he realized that this wasn't his apartment. He kept his eyes towards the kitchen until he noticed the poster of a naked woman hanging upside down on a wall and then he knew where he was suddenly. This was that shithead Francis apartment, he had been here before in pretty much the same exact situation, he regretted it almost every time but he almost always paid for the booze so who was he to say no? Dune made his was towards he kitchen slowly "Hey man, I'm gonna go back home, but uh..you got anything for the head...ache.." Chester began to slow down once he saw Francis standing a few feet from him holding a broken bottle in one hand and what looked like a human ear in the other.
Francis didn't make any moves but it looked like he was trying to say something, that's when Chester saw that he had a large piece of gauze taped to his right ear. "You stupid fucker! You did this, I know it was you!." Francis suddenly started shouting at Chester, it had become clear from his voice that he was on something, and not just drunk. "Dude, hey man you're fucked up on something I didn't touch you!" Chester said slowly backing up from Francis, he was in no state to fight him, and somewhere deep down he didn't really want to fight him. Chester started acting as fast as he could, he threw the closest bottle in Francis general direction, and then booked it for the door without seeing where it landed, as he was running he took a sharp inhale through his nose and noticed all he could smell was gas, he slammed into the door and reached for the handle only to find that it had been knocked off at some point. Things just kept getting better.
Francis showed up in hot pursuit of Chester and took heavy swing with the broken bottle right at Chester's face, his movements were blunt but he somehow managed to avoid the bottle. He retaliated by kicking Francis in the stomach hard enough to knock him over, hopefully giving him enough time to find a window to jump out of. Sure enough Francis crumpled forward and dropped both his ear and his bottle, Chester took this time to make it to the window across the room and began trying to lift the window open but the wood around it was so warped it wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Chester cussed under his breath and turned around to look at Francis who was holding something new in his hand. He began talking incomprehensibly and shouting at Chester waving his new item violently at him, a glint of morning light had come through the window and Chester saw that it was a shiny new lighter. Francis began to drunkenly attempt to light it either touching the striker but his finger sliding off of it or just missing all together.
Outward District - 6:12 AM - apartment 14
Chester Dune was falling out of a window from the third floor of apartment 14, a split second after he exited the room it burst in brilliant flame, subsequently destroying it. Chester landed roughly on a bums house, fortunately made of old mattresses and what he could only assume were rugs at some point. The bum who lived there apparently wasn't home currently as the little shack was completely empty. Dune stood up, his head killing him him, which was the least of his worries at this point as he could see the faint glow of sentries in the distance coming towards him. This time it honestly wasn't his fault, but he had this strange feeling that they wouldn't believe him. He looked up at the artificial morning growing slowly in the artificial sky with a crumbling, burning building in the foreground, today was not going to be the best day, but at least it wasn't raining.
I'll have a post up tonight for sure. Had a busy morning and am going to work soon, but I will definitely post when I get off.
Woohoo, looking forward to getting this off the ground.
Sleepwalking by Mariachi El Bronx
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