The following amounts to the very first meeting between Neetlemyre Knickerbocker and Blackwater Jones. (If the transcriptionist had been a little more intelligent in the early days, she'd have saved the first one.)

Both characters have developed quite a bit in the interveneing months, both from an artistic standpoint and a maturity standpoint.

They also went in rather unexpected directions. (Which I'm sure is news to you. *Snicker*)

Anyhow, enjoy. Or Something.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11281 Wed, Jul 16, 6:03PM PST
*A young man, early twenties at the most, enters the room... He's nothing special, save for his clothing...and even his clothes aren1t that out-of-place. His feet are encased in utilitarian workboots, a worn brownish-gray in color, his baggy gray pants are held up by suspenders, a plain white T-shirt tucked into the slacks. Over the shirt is a fisherman's-type vest, the pockets bulging with one of everything. Well, okay, so they're not -that- full, but he does have a lot of stuff crammed into them... And the vest is the oddest part of his attire, since the words 'West S'Harrah Trading Co.' are stenciled neatly across the back. Who can fish in a desert? His thumbs are hooked into his beltloops as he saunters to the bar... He removes his bright yellow Panama hat, runs a hand through his middling brown hair and sits on his chosen stool, soft gray eyes roving the room...* ((*Waves to Neetles* Hello! *Whimper/winces at a certain handle* Oogh...))

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11309 Wed, Jul16, 6:04PM PST
((*grins* THERE you are Elvis!)) ~~ The wind outside doesn't howl, the candles don't flicker and there are no flashes of lightning. No. Get real people. This is a -modern- age. Instead, a figure appears rather quietly and unnobtrusively in a corner of the tavern, tapping his wristfader with apparent annoyance as he looks around. His clothing is, of course, a stark, stylish black, which accents his lovely emerald green hair. His eyes are yellow, calculating and shifty, looking almost like a wolf's. As he stands there, watching the tavern, his hand falls from his 'fader and delves into his pocket, clenching around something in it.~~

Elisabeth Van De Haan : . . . . msg#11327 Wed, Jul16, 6:05PM PST
[[ She notes the appearance of Nettlemyre Nickerbocker and raises an eyebrow, slightly. ]]

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11378 Wed, Jul16, 6:07PM PST
Elisabeth: ~~Giving her the once-over, he shrugs, and moves towards BLACKWATER.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11419 Wed, Jul 16, 6:09PM PST
*Catches sight of Neetlemyre, recalling him... Jones winces slightly but raises a hand in greeting anyways* Hello... ((*Bows* Had to reboot just as the hour struck *frowns* I hate that! *grins at Neetles' intro again*))

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11477 Wed, Jul 16, 6:11PM PST
Blackwater: ~~Ignoring averyone, he stalks towards the man with a feverish glint in his yellow eyes.~~ Hav' ya' still got 't fer me? Th' knife I mean.((*grin* You like it?))

Elisabeth Van De Haan : . . . . msg#11519 Wed, Jul16, 6:13PM PST
[[ She stares at Nettlemyre Nickerbocker and smiles, non-commitally at him, then turns her attention back to the other patrons. ]]

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11540 Wed, Jul16, 6:14PM PST
~~He does spare a glance around, arms folded across his chest, not showing the heat at all despite the black silk he is swathed in.~~ Damn place gets stranger'n'stranger e'vry time I c'min.

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11565 Wed, Jul 16, 6:15PM PST
Elisabeth: ~~Not overly interested in anyone he doesn't have to be as a rule, he shrugs and returns his full attention to the trader.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11623 Wed, Jul 16, 6:17PM PST
Hmm? Oh! The knife... *Fishes around inside the vest, the inside pockets seeming larger than pockets have a right to be... He finally extracts a rolled-up pouch and presents it to Neetles* Yessir, I do... *Unrolls the canvas, the matte-black stiletto dominating the array of knives...* ((Yep... *nods* Simple and to the point. *grin* Not to mention unsettling for a couple other Cs...))

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11680 Wed, Jul16, 6:20PM PST
Blackwater: ~~Nimble fingers dart towards the knife, intense yellow eyes fixed on Balckwater's face.~~ How much? ~~He appears rather unnaturally relieved that the trader did indeed keep it for him.~~ ((*grin* Do you want to swap rooms? If you're running slow, I don't mind...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11779 Wed, Jul 16, 6:24PM PST
((Umm... I dunno. Part of it is the number of people, part of it is that I type slow... Lemme see how it goes for a few more minutes.)) How much...? Ah.... *Contemplates Neetles, giving his outfit, demeanor and hair careful consideration...* Fifty...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11853 Wed, Jul 16, 6:28PM PST
*He flips a linty grickle to the barkeep, quietly ordering two S'Harran wines, one red, one white* ((Catched up, methinks...Me -Hopes-.))

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11882 Wed, Jul16, 6:29PM PST
Blackwater: ~~Yellow eyes narrow, but his thin fingers curl around the hilt of the knife, feeling its heft...practically made for him...~~ Suits. ~~A twist of his fingers pulls a purse out of nowhere, and he tosses it deftly to the trader.~~ Count 't 'f ya' like.

((Gah! Meant to tack this on. No problem... Um...I know you said you wanted to work some blackmail into this...what could Neetles know about Blackwater to blackmail him WITH? *grin*

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#11993 Wed, Jul 16, 6:33PM PST
Blackwater: ~~He looks up from the dagger in his hand, gesturing towards the wine with a thin finger.~~ Ya' gonna' drink both o' tem? Er' ya buyin' a round t' seal t' deal? ((*grin* nifty!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#12006 Wed, Jul 16, 6:34PM PST
*Mildly surprised at the man's prompt acceptance of the price, fumbling his catch of the purse* Well... If you say so, sir.. *Slips the purse into a pocket* Anything else? *Gestures to the glass of red wine, lifting his own white*

Nettlemyre Nickerbocker (You can't -always- be watching...*evil grin*): . . . . msg#12086 Wed, Jul16, 6:37PM PST
Blackwater: Oh, nothin' jus' now I'm bettin'. But I'd say t' two 'f us 'r gonna be havin' dealins' in t' future. ~~Grinning slightly, displaying teeth that could belong to a barracudda, so pointy and sharp, he reaches for the glass and takes a hefty swallow.* Mmmm. S' good vintage there.

Actually, I think it was extortion... which might be the same thing. Hmm... He could threaten to tell everone that Bj cheats customers unless he gets a piece of the action or... I dunno, make something up about Beej's past! I don't have any background for him beyond whats on his page, so any idea you come up with, I can work with. 'Kay? *Grin*
*grin* Sounds good to me! Cool...I just didn't want to screw anything up. Hey...BJ still has the map right? ((Send the next pm to Neetlemyre Knickerbocker ))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#12252 Wed, Jul 16, 6:46PM PST
*Arches a brow at Neetles, Deliberately finishing his sip of wine and carefully setting the glass aside* Future dealings? I can obtain more OtherWare, if you like....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#12308 Wed, Jul 16, 6:50PM PST
Blackwater: ~~He looks slightly taken off-guard, mouthing the word 'OtherWare' with a questioning look, but he shakes his head.~~ S'not t' sort a' dealin' we'll be doin'. You suuuuure got an in'trestin' past there trader. Gets downright -nasty- 'n some places'. ~~Still grinning, her runs his tongue over his teeth, then sips his wine again.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#12524 Wed, Jul 16, 7:00PM PST
((By the way, no one gave Beej the map chunk in question, but Neetles doesn't have to know that...)) *Blinks at Neetles' allegation, his only adverse reaction to the news... He shrugs and has another sip of wine* OtherWare... Like the knife I sold you. *Shrugs again, looking over the rim of his glass* Pasts are indeed interesting... Who cares about mine?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#12632 Wed, Jul 16, 7:06PM PST
Blackwater: ((Ohhhh...hmmm...I thought they had! *laugh*)) ~~He nods, as though any fool would know that, and leans against the bar.~~ Oh. Ah dunno. Mebbe som'a yer' suupliers'd like t' know ya' tend t' skim offa the top. Mebbe someone'd like t' know 'bout som a' them guys ya' 'removed'. Stuff like that, ye' know.

Alrighty...um...is murder too far-fetched? *blinks* I should go read his page again..*grin*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#12782 Wed, Jul 16, 7:14PM PST
((Ah, there you are! *grins* Now I have to revamp my mental image of Beej, thanks to Neetles...*Doesn't mind, giggles*)) Oh? *Thinks things are beginning to look very very bad... Which persona to adopt? The simpleton...* This is the first I've heard of this...skimming...and 'removing of people'? I've never done that... *Finishes his wine, voice dropping* How much to keep you quiet, leech?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#12889 Wed, Jul 16, 7:21PM PST
Blackwater: ~~He looks at the other man, grinning.~~ Eh? Nothin' much. A few favers' now'n'then. Pays t' have a friendr'two inna tradin' biz. I swear, nothin' outta yer' league 'tall. ((*grin* Hehe...I think I could REALLY get into this guy...except TALKING like this all the time is gonna KILL me! *laugh*))

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