Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 7:52:54 AM)
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Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 7:54:04 AM)
The suitcase was one of those rolling ones. It was great for her back and arms because she didn't have to tote this beast around, but it wasn't so great for any manner of stealth. But hey, it wasn't like she needed it. Sure, it was dark. Sure, it was an unfamiliar environment. But she had a map printed from mapquest that wouldn't steer her wrong!
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 7:56:31 AM)
**New Orleans sells itself as the big easy. The flavour of the month for prime time shock television, the images of the southern bayou and 'gator' stocked swamps has been spiced with the pseudo erotisicm of a raw untamed land on the edges of forgotten rural culture. Since you've arrived however, every sight has been the same. The same homeless bums hold out the same beaten paper cups for change, the same taxi drivers race past extending the same bored expression as they ignore your waving hand. The night air is balmy on the side of uncomfortable and the mississippi breeze tastes sour to the outsider**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:01:10 AM)
It was warmer than the Northwest. The Northwest? Rainy. Cold. Windy. This time of year, it was already sideways-rain season. And Amanda already loved the weather in New Orleans comparitively. Hard to breathe, sure. But worth it. And away from all that... suffering in the West. This was a new life. A new chance at something better. And already? Just hours off the plane? Her veins were hungry. But hang in there. She had a little stash in that suitcase from her agent who hooked her up with a little somethin'. Eeeven though he wasn't happy that she was going out. See? See how nice he was?
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:01:49 AM)
**As you head from the bus station down toward the French Quarter now, something of the postcards begins to emerge. Street side cafe's built in the old brick style stand aside of iron wrought two-stories with wood panel double doors and warm lights from within. A small jazz quartet play on the street corner in the middle distance to a small crowd while the sidewalk traffic begins to pick up here and more people walk along the street, cjaywalking cheerfully in and out of stores and bars. It seems every third store has a neon sign sellingthemselves as the 'voodoo' bar' or 'Crawfish Gumbo' to ensure the tourists know where they are. It's not just New Orleans here, but a concentrated dose; music, lights and colours to match**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:04:08 AM)
"Hey!" she called to one poor, random fuck she found waiting for a stoplight. She waved the printout of the map in his direction. "Hey. Y'wanna tell me where this street is? I'm lookin' for it and I don't think I zoomed up well enough on the map before I printed, y'know? Not showin'."
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:05:25 AM)
**The target of your shouts smiles warmly but simply shrugs in his attempt to escape the begraggled goth and moves on... however. As you pass along the sidewalk, sometrhing catches your eye to your right and you glance down a small service road. The street is empty but is a slice of a world away. The two story townhouses are all behind tall wrought iron gates, and large white blooms are everywhere**
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:07:01 AM)
Maybe four doors down, a young coloured boy runs out into view chasing a red rubber ball which bounces to a rolling stop in the gutter. He appears around ten and has short pants and a grubby white shirt. He looks up toy appraise you**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:08:17 AM)
"Jerk," she muttered as she was brushed off. When she turned to look for the next idea of where to go, she saw it. Aha! That had to be the right direction. All these neon signs were looking incredibly commercial, and she was looking for something residential. The wheels of the suitcase rolled along the sidewalk behind her as she strolled on down the side road toward those townhouses up ahead. As she began to walk toward the townhouses, she saw this boy ahead. It seemed late, but he sure was up well past his bedtime chasing a red ball. Her eyes met his as he looked at her. "Hi. Uh. Hey, kid. Y'wanna help me with this map?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:09:54 AM)
**He cants his head to one side** Sure Miss lady ...**he sits on the ball and waits for you to come over, his large walnut eyes watching you cautiously**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:11:06 AM)
She continued forward and paused just before him. The map was lowered so that he could see it, and she used her other hand to point out where she thought they were. "Y'see? This is where we are, right? And I want to be riiight heeeere. Whereabouts is that from here?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:15:17 AM)
Hmmm ..*the boy looks over it thoughtfully* You ain't far from it, though you outta be careful juss walking around at night without your Mr... This can be a pretty dark part o' town. For a sovereign I can take you right to it
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:16:39 AM)
"Without my mister? What the fuck you think this is, the fuckin' fift-" she cleared her throat, catching herself. "I mean. What the fuck-- I mean, what the.... eff... is a sovereign, eh? Like, cash or somethin'?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:20:40 AM)
**The boy looks confused but a deeper man's voice cuts anyb responce short** Samuel, Have I not told you that the street is not for you... away with you now. **The boy looks fearfully toward the voice and immediatly ups and runs off back down the street. Stepping into view seemingly frmo nowhere, the voice belongs to one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. Six foot and broad, his chocolate skin almost sinsg to be released from the white shirt he wears loose over dark pants and polished shoes** Good evening Miss.. the boy has good intentions but should not go against the words of his father. Now.. You seem more lost than you know.... where have you come from?
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:23:35 AM)
There was a good moment where she was both surprised at the man having come from seemingly nowhere, and then another moment where she'd looked at him and was rather quietly stunned by his handsome appearance. After she collected herself, she offered something of a coy smile, pulling her hair behind her ear. "H-hi. Hi. I uh. He was trying to help me. Don't be upset with him. It was my fault. Nice kid you have. Y'know your way around here, yeah? Local? I just got here. Came from Seattle. Well, Spokane originally. But recently Seattle." Oh, god. Rambling. This must have been how some people felt when around her.
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:26:45 AM)
**The Man smiles, and his warm resonant voice rolls from his chest** Seattle his far and gone from New Orleans Miss and yes, I have been here a very long time. Show me on this map where it is you were hoping to go
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:28:54 AM)
Amanda neared the man a little closer and held out the map with one hand and pointed with the other once more, as she'd done for his son. "Y'see? That dot? I want to be at that dot. Up here is the address. You familiar with that area by chance? Good thing you folks are a friendly sort. Seattle, you'd have either been offered Starbucks or robbed. One or the other."
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:32:36 AM)
**The scent of the blooms suddenly fills the air as a fresher breeze picks up from the river. There is something dream like about the moment and you find yourself wishing you could be looking for this street. The homes are warm and inviting and as you glance further down the street, you see the suggestion of old style chandeliers in one upper window, candlelight in another. ** The lonesome traveller rarely fonds ytheir destination without tinkers on the road trying to sell or sway you **he chuckles** As it is, you are not far from home. In fact there is a shorter way if you head through this street and onto the old Collander road. It is not far and I would be happy to take you
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:36:13 AM)
She took a quiet breath in, breathing in the scent around and the breeze rushing through her entire body. And then the subtle tremble of her hand that held out the paper. The crinkle of her eyebrows. God, she was running low. She just needed a bathroom to use for just a second, and she'd be so happy again. That familiar rush. In the meantime, she had to focus. Now, what was he saying? Oh, right. "Yeah. Uh. Yeah. Please, show me the way? If you don't mind, y'know? You sure are nice. Who knew a goodguy shows up to play guide to me on my way home, right? I must have done somethin' good to deserve it."
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:38:59 AM)
No good deed ever went unpunished so they say **he grins and indicates with a gentlmanly wave of is hand that you should step with him. You cannot help but notice that samuel ahs indeed retreated to one of the houses and looks out with his face pressed to the glass alongside another; a youngcream skinned girl with old fashioned copper curls that roll about her doll like face**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:41:46 AM)
A wave of her hand of goodbye to the kid and the girl inside the house she could see with him in goodbye, she headed onward with this gentleman. "S'what's your name? Nice of you to be helpin' me like you are. I at least ought to know your name, right? I'm Amanda Reimmer. I bet you have a French-sounding name. Go on. I bet. Everything's French here. Can't read a goddamn thing."
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:43:21 AM)
**It is then you notice that the lights flicker as you walk. Glancing up, the streetlights are styled like gas lamps and burn against aged windowed cages.. The man continues** I am Rene' Gautiier now... as you say, those that live here demand a little of France to stain everything
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:45:23 AM)
**The light breeze is blowing cooler now, edging on uncomfortable**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:47:37 AM)
"Y'know? It's gettin' pretty uncomfortable out here. And weird. Flickering lights. Cold breeze. Is it always like this? Y'know? At night? It's like the start of a horror flick." She brushed off the notion. Everything was fine. Just fine. Don't worry. No problem. Rene seemed nice enough. "See, though? I knew you had a French name. Knew it. Psychic, y'see?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:49:01 AM)
**Each perfect house you pass now seems to have someone glancing out from behind darkened windows..some from behind drapes while others simpley stand before the windows, emotionlessly staring out. The street somehow begins to become less inviting and somehow fey.. and dark...** Yes, you are clearly a woman who has known the world. Just a little further and you can find what you are looking for
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:51:04 AM)
A lot of Seattle was like this. And where she lived before? Most people would shy away. But that was her life. Why be scared of this? Why was it getting underneath her skin when most things didn't? Suppress it. It's fine. Everything's okay. He might have heard the quietly taken ragged breath of rising distress. "Right. How much farther?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:52:01 AM)
**However, Rene remains charming and his voice and demeanour are like a warm fire in a cold room, somehow attractive and exotic and you feel almost drawn to him against the street's souring ambience** Many have come from all over the world, but I must warn you... New Orleans has it's darker corners and you are wise to seek out family here..... ONly a little further and you will be safely on your way
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:55:41 AM)
**An old black woman steps out from behind one of the railings, coloured head scary concealing any hair she might have while the loose end of the knots curls down and over her shoulder. She wears along coffee dress that brushes the tops of her sandled feet and holds a handful of a wooden beaded necklace, looped in one hand** Rene! YOU have no rights takin' dis girl trew our strit! 'ow dar you act widout the people in your taught's eh!
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 8:56:53 AM)
**Rene steps partially in front of you as he glances at you** Don't talk to her.. whatever you do don't talk directly to her!
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 8:58:48 AM)
(AH! Sorry! My Digi stopped scrolling because it hates me! )
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:00:20 AM)
Old Woman - I'm talkin' to you Rene'. Don't you tin'k dat jus cos you're all in da know now dat it makes you spe-shal. Old momma Jassman knows when dey slip onto da strit and she knows when da bell iss ringin'
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:00:32 AM)
((thats okay :) ))
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:02:04 AM)
"Seems kind of a tourist spot. Just a few blocks away, there were like, a thousand neon signs that were trying to get touri-" and then the woman stepped out, her eyes turned and inspected the woman with a curious gaze. More curious in that her guide specifically forbade her from speaking to the woman directly. An overreaction, assuredly. She waved off both of them. "No need for concern, ma'am. We're just passing through. He's being a gentleman. Showin' me the way."
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:03:22 AM)
**The old womans eyes blazed and she locked her attention now to Amanda** Do you see me girl.. do you?
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:03:55 AM)
"Of course I see you. What you think, I'm blind? Relaaaaaaax. S'all good, okay?"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:04:00 AM)
Rene - Momma Jassman, come on now, let this go
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:06:52 AM)
**The old woman grins and as she does so, you feel a cold shift in your stomach lke a hand slipping inside of you and making a fist around your internals. The pain is sharp and real and as you lurch forward in pain, you glimpse another street around you, one of broken pavers and ruiined houes. Overgorwn gardens with nothing but long dead vines and leafless stalks for greenery. The air tastes of dust and misery and that cold breeze is a moaning sigh of the dead and damned**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:10:27 AM)
"Ffffffffffffffuck!" was the groaning, clenched-jaw utterance as a vice took hold of her stomach and twisted it up in knots upon knots and folds upon folds. And down she went. Hands and knees, and looking up with tearing eyes at the shifting images and surroundings before her. She had to be losing her fucking mind. "Yf...I....ffffff....kill...." Somewhere in that, she was saying that she'd fucking kill that bitch, but it got lost in the helpless murmurings of agony. The houses. The dead land. The dread of death. Never before had she been so lost!
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:10:46 AM)
Rene (shouting) - Samuel! I command you to see her back to 'her' side. **He stands fully in front of you now as the world about you feels dizzying, though the pain subsides** Momma Jassman, let her GO!
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:12:14 AM)
**The old woman hisses** YOU DARE! You no match fer me Rene' **he laughs then, a revolting sound of hacking jibes** Now give it up to me, dis girl is far lost from da world now.
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:13:26 AM)
**You feel Samuels small hand wrap around yours, his skin icy cold to the touch** run with me Miss Lady, I owe samuel once last boon and so I'll take you back
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:15:47 AM)
It was hard to focus on what they were talking about or make sense of any of it. Her side of what? Let her go of what? From what? What was happening?! The pain was fading as Rene stepped between her and the old bitch of a woman who she blamed (without necessarily understanding how) for doing this to her. Her hand was taken, and she clung desperately for the help, pulling herself up. It was an afterthought that she grabbed for the suitcase as well. It was important to her. Part of her life was in there. Maybe all of it. It was difficult to stand and to move, and nothing around was familiar. Nothing made sense. If ever her guide was to guide her, this was the moment of truth! Away from that old woman. Away from... what... ever that was!
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:20:29 AM)
**There is a ... blurring.. about The Old woman now... a feint border of confusion that seems to surround her and as it grows, it too begins to grow about Rene. The blur becomes a darkness and his makes the air taste of tin foil and sparks. Samuel drags at your hand now with suprising strength and together you flee past the two and onward toward Rene's destination. From somewhere behind you, the Old Woman screams in frustration and is quickly followed by Rene's inhuman screams of pain. Before you have a chance to question it however, samuel stops at a dark alleyway between two tall and immaculate white town houses. The white washed bricks fade into stygian darkness as the alley appears disspears ahead of you** YOU go now Miss lady, this aint no place for you
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:21:53 AM)
You just lucky one of the bright ones seen that you fell through a crack. Thats how Rene knew to come lookin'
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:24:42 AM)
She held onto Samuel tightly even after they stopped. While Amanda caught her breath and he spoke, she looked back to the area behind them, where she could hear those awful cries of pain and suffering. The wince was visible. The half-step was visible, too. She considered going back to help. Maybe she could. Maybe she couldn't. Something just happened. Something weird and uncertain and something that broke her whole sense of what was possible. Or maybe she was really, really high. But yet her veins were itching for more. Couldn't be. "You tell me what you mean, huh? What you mean? Who is that woman? Who is Rene? How's he know me? What you mean I fell through a crack? C'mon, talk to me. Please, I need answers. I... I don't understand!"
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:33:11 AM)
**Samuel glances back to Rene desperatly and then looks at you with sad and strangely old eyes ** Theres not time... Look, The life you have, well its like walking a finger of moonlight. You don't see much, other then where your goin'. Sometimes.... Sometimes in places like New Orleans, you step sideways by mistake and that's when you find yourself in a place where there is no path. In that kinds darkness, theres only a few who can make their way. It's not for you and me to have that kind of gift.. but lucky for you, you got seen by someone who does, I think you should jump back on your moonlight why you have the chance Miss lady
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:34:43 AM)
**Another scream** You have to go
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:34:50 AM)
"But Rene? He's still back there. Who will save him?" Now, Amanda wasn't a hero. But she understood, at least in part, the seriousness of this situation. Dire. Perhaps life or death. Or maybe worse. Was there worse than death?
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:39:37 AM)
Go! **Samuel shoves at you sharply and you stumble back into the alleyway. There is a momement of wrenching dizzyness as you feel the world spin away and you stumble to your knees...only to find yourself on the same street corner you first started on. You look around waiting for the dizzyness to calm and instead of the old gas lit street, you now see a clean modern street awash with people. A smartly dressed man in his early thirties steps to you and extends a hand. His voice is deep and confident, brushed with kind concern** Are you okay miss?
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:43:16 AM)
This was the sort of thing no one would believe. The sort of thing she'd never be able to tell anyone ever. And if she did, she'd just end up in some padded cell. Some padded cell without her vice there with her to keep her happy and alive. She'd probably just die there alone and sober. With the shove, she fell and partially caught herself but ending up on her hands and knees once again. Between one moment and the next, it was all different again. Back to the way it was. And the next hand, even though offered in such kind generosity? She reeled back and clambered to her feet without an ounce of grace. She was shaking. Waves of nausea. But it was dying quickly. Things were okay. "What the fuck," she muttered under her breath, staring at the good samaritan and the busy street around them both.
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:44:39 AM)
**The man nods and reaches down to upright the suitcase** You look fine enough...well take care now
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:46:28 AM)
"Thanks," she said quietly as he lifted up her suitcase for her. Okay. That was nice. Everything was fine. Okay. She just needed to sit. For a moment. Process. And so she found herself the nearest bench to take a seat and digest what the eff just happened. There wasn't any explanation for what she just experienced. There was no excuse. There was only confusion. It had to be some kind of dream. Hallucination. She could have had laced drugs. It wasn't impossible. But it was so real.
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:47:38 AM)
**the man watches her as she struggles to the bench and sits** You want to watch where your going going in future though miss.. it's too easy to slip through the cracks **he smirks and he offers a lazy salute and makes his way back into the crowd**
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:50:07 AM)
**He turns then, taking a few steps backward as he calls out over the sidewalk traffic** Welcome to New Orleans! **he then grins and mills into the crowd**
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:52:15 AM)
"Wait!" she called out as he said those final words before he turned away and naturally made his path away from her. He'd not stop. He'd leave her to wonder. Slip through the cracks. That's what Samuel had said before. If it was a hallucination, it hadn't really ended. And if it was real now, it was real the whole time. Wasn't it? Fuck. It was time to get to somewhere safe. And her brother's house seemed like the place to be. She wouldn't ask for directions this time. She'd make her way there on her own. And maybe avoid alleys. And... old women who fucked with her body and mind. Welcome to New Orleans? Some fucking welcome.
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:52:27 AM)
((and thats the scene. :) Thanks for playing along with me. I hope you like the venue, we have some great players and some fun people.If you have any questions at all, just hit me up in fpms))
Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:55:21 AM)
( Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! : )
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:55:52 AM)
Take care and see you soon
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:55:54 AM)
ta ra
Legion (Oct 14, 2011 9:56:07 AM)
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Amanda Reimmer (Oct 14, 2011 9:56:15 AM)
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