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Shot 01 - action / audio
May. 12th, 2012 01:33 pm[During the first night he was in this place, despite the wet ground, he had walked the perimetre of the village, as far as the houses extended in every direction. His findings agreed with what he'd read: the civilisation here extended for about a square mile.
From the exact centre, there would be about eight-hundred-and-eighty yards in each cardinal direction. There was no building in that spot, of course. He couldn't be that fortunate. Community House Four was the closest place to claim a room, and its height helped make up for its less-than-ideal location. The abdunance of trees was an annoyance, but it wasn't a rainforest. He'd been in worse terrain, certainly.
He didn't have his gun, but he could hope for it. Even without it, a good vantage point could not hurt.
Wings, Journals with writing appearing and voices and images, far from London, the business he left unattended...
He knew what to watch for, at least. The faces, voices, and handwritings would be distinct enough. Until he saw any of those, he would bide his time, wait and watch and learn what he could. That could be all the difference if anything happened.
He stood on the roof of the building, one foot on the ledge so he could lean forward a bit. He smoked his cigarette, content to have found his favourite tobacco. His Journal was open on the ledge, near his foot. The feed was, as best he could figure it out, on. He'd know soon enough whether or not it was working.]
Afternoon.
[It's warm enough, friendly even, spoken with a Cockney accent.]
Queer place, this. Don' know wot to really make of it. Wings'll take some gettin' used to, I bet. Done my readin', though.
[A mixture of cultures, times, and things Moran hadn't even heard of.]
Still settlin' in right, but I figure not much harm in askin' now: Got much 'round here in the way of huntin'?
Don' have a gun yet ['but this is half of the perfect excuse for why I want one'] but still curious, just so I know.
Would be grateful, though, if anyone could point me to where I might find a rifle. Even a pistol, though I'm not as fond of those, I admit. Don' like to be without somethin', old habits and all.
Good place to play cards wouldn' go amiss either.
From the exact centre, there would be about eight-hundred-and-eighty yards in each cardinal direction. There was no building in that spot, of course. He couldn't be that fortunate. Community House Four was the closest place to claim a room, and its height helped make up for its less-than-ideal location. The abdunance of trees was an annoyance, but it wasn't a rainforest. He'd been in worse terrain, certainly.
He didn't have his gun, but he could hope for it. Even without it, a good vantage point could not hurt.
Wings, Journals with writing appearing and voices and images, far from London, the business he left unattended...
He knew what to watch for, at least. The faces, voices, and handwritings would be distinct enough. Until he saw any of those, he would bide his time, wait and watch and learn what he could. That could be all the difference if anything happened.
He stood on the roof of the building, one foot on the ledge so he could lean forward a bit. He smoked his cigarette, content to have found his favourite tobacco. His Journal was open on the ledge, near his foot. The feed was, as best he could figure it out, on. He'd know soon enough whether or not it was working.]
Afternoon.
[It's warm enough, friendly even, spoken with a Cockney accent.]
Queer place, this. Don' know wot to really make of it. Wings'll take some gettin' used to, I bet. Done my readin', though.
[A mixture of cultures, times, and things Moran hadn't even heard of.]
Still settlin' in right, but I figure not much harm in askin' now: Got much 'round here in the way of huntin'?
Don' have a gun yet ['but this is half of the perfect excuse for why I want one'] but still curious, just so I know.
Would be grateful, though, if anyone could point me to where I might find a rifle. Even a pistol, though I'm not as fond of those, I admit. Don' like to be without somethin', old habits and all.
Good place to play cards wouldn' go amiss either.
