Blood & Magic: Gas Station
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				Title: <strong>Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 07:33:46</strong>
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				Blood &amp; Magic: Interest and Recruitment (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132044.msg5866553#msg5866553)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132611.msg5897417#msg5897417)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897461#msg5897461)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Reedland (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132617.msg5897564#msg5897564)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132621.msg5897645#msg5897645)<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Blood &amp; Magic</span></span></strong></span></div><br>On a long stretch of Highway called I-70, 105 miles to be exact, there is only a single gas station and six exits. Between two of those roads, County Road 912 and County Road 923, a single sign boasts a gas station. As there are rarely many customers, this gas station isn’t very big. With only a single pump and a unisex outhouse, the gas station barely pulls in enough service to keep standing, let alone make repairs.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Gasstation.jpg)</div><br>As you pull up from the dusty road, you’ll see a gas station that you could swear was abandoned, if not for the shirtless potbellied hillbilly sitting outside in the rocking chair. <div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FloydChester-1.jpg)</div>He looks to be in his late 40’s, dons a pair of unwashed and bleached jeans, a pair of old suspenders, and a backwards baseball cap advertising Sal’s Fishing Hole, covering the man’s scraggly few hairs. A hound dog lays by the man’s tattered tennis shoed feet, while he slowly rocks, whittling away at a mangled piece of wood.<br><br>The dog raises his head as you approach but the man says nothing. Finally, he puts down his knife and wood, shades his eyes, and looks up at you. With only a few teeth, he grins.<br><br>“Well, howdy there, Stranger. We got gas for sale, cold beer inside, broiled peanuts to yer left, and an outhouse ‘round back. Diesel’s ‘round back too.”<br><br>If you approach at night time, you’ll see no lights, the single pump covered, and a sign on the door that states ‘Sorry, we’re closed.’
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 11:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br>Human<br>Day 1, Early Evening<br><br><hr><br>The expansive desert around her was more soothing than any radio station. In any case, she wasn't familiar with the dial in Utah. Dianna had purchased a rusted blue Honda from the early nineties for seven hundred dollars last week. The wheels made no noise as they spun against the asphalt. The car was traveling at forty miles an hour, the windows were down and the speakers were silent. Her brunette curls danced with the sound of the whistling weather. <br><br>'As long as this car gets me into a place that I can call nowhere... I will be happy.' <br><br>It was an escape pod, a last resort. Her willingness to run away from her family and friends had come from a deep place within herself. Nothing had scared her. No evil pursued her. The 'trapped' sensation that she felt in Texas had much to do with her father's lifestyle. He planted himself years ago, an aged man, a smart man. Dianna felt like a sapling, forced to live seventy feet underneath the canopy. There was no sun where she had been placed. There was no room in the ground for her roots to spread. At Twenty One years old, she had grown exhausted of feeling like a wife without a husband, a ribbon without a hand to knot it, a pet with an owner that's grown tired of her hunger. Leaving home wasn't a choice, it was the only foreseeable path, every other route that she could have taken all led to the same 'bat shit cave. Just mold and rotten water under creatures with no sight or smell' Different roads to the same place. Her old life would always be laid out for her to live. This way she could never harbor regret. This way, she could really find out if that 'bat shit cave' was fated or not. <br><br>The wheels slowed down as she swerved off of the highway. 'mission accomplished', she thought as she came up on the gas station that highlighted a half mile of highway in every direction, she couldn't spot another structure. She couldn't quite tell if the establishment was closed or not. The sun had not set yet, the sky was still yellow and blue. Her Honda found an an empty spot just south of the pumping station, fifty seven feet from the front door of the store.<br><br>At first, she couldn't see Floyd sitting in his chair. She was too excited, actively finding herself to be lost, finally. <br><br>'History shan't follow me, this time. I've disappeared, now. I'm a legend to my home and a crusader in this new land. Her whole body seemed to smile as she lifted herself out of the car. The far reaching attention of her gaze looked far over the power-lines and determined plant life. The horizon at the end of the Earth contained her, and she felt godly, finally spotting her company: The overweight attendant of the gas station, who had deceived her. He appeared to be a large piece of tanned leather under the shade of an awning. His shape failed to tune in to her perception. She turned around instead and looked out again toward the mountains in the west.<br><br>A soft wind rolled through the dry dirt, and lifted her skirt three inches up her thigh. The form of her breast the edge of her ribs folded against the clinging fabric of her blouse, moved by the wind as well. She failed to react. Her feet were bare, and her hair seemed to wave like the rebel flag of a justified militia. She was more alone now than she had ever been. Before, she'd travel with friends, or go on road-trips with her brother, Alexander. It was them, her companions who used to pump the gas, and go inside to buy what ever else was needed. She didn't need to be waited on. A patient soul, Dianna never had to ask. In stead, she would space out and ponder, exactly as she did now in Nowhere-Utah. 'Paradise. I get it.' She briefly compared herself to the settling Mormon's of salt lake. 'I'm not Mormon, but i get it.'<br><br>'My old life does haunt me. My real beliefs need space to grow. I seek refuge, and comfort, new friends, and passion. I will locate myself here like the dying beast, comfortable in my own mortality, focused and fleeting at the same time. I can appreciate the elongated moments, a single ray of light that the stars have found bright enough for life to show, or the patch of grass beneath my feet.' It was weeds, her toes squeezed against the Earth, and her body smiled brighter. She stretched her arms toward the sky and melted her back into a different shape, wheezing in the bliss of her own freedom. 'I'll find my own spirit here. I'll contest myself, and grow.' <br><br>She relaxed and turned around, toward the gas station. In need of fuel, she decided to approach Floyd, stepping away from her car with determination. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 19:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FloydChester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Floyd Chester (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gas Station<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, early evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dianna Emerson<br><br>Floyd seems not to notice the pretty little thing right away. He continues whittling on the hunk of wood in his hands, whistling a tune with a slow melody. His old hound dog perks its head up as the young woman approaches and lets out a soft whine, alerting its master of her arrival. As she gets closer, the pot bellied man stops the rocking of his chair. He puts his knife away and places the wood on the ground beside him. He takes off his hat, rubs the sweat from his forehead with one his chubby forearm, then replaces the hat. The wind picks up once again as he looks up at the woman and grins a toothy grin.<br><br>"Howdy there, Miss. We got gas for sale, cold beer inside, broiled peanuts to yer left, and an outhouse ‘round back. What can I do ya fer?" The shirtless hick hooked two thumbs under his suspenders and waited for her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 00:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br>Human<br>Day 1, Early Evening<br>Tagged: NPC Floyd<br><br><hr><br>Dianna tried to be friendly. She was repulsed by the smell of this man, and the way that he spoke forced her skin to crawl up and down. He was gnarly from head to toe, and she couldn't help but feel angry about his shirtlessness. her lips curved upwards though, and she let out an honest smile. "Thank you, sir. I just need some gas though."<br><br>She stood comfortably, putting equal weight on to both of her heels. Her right arm curled behind her back in response to his festering gaze. It didn't help to conceal her heavenly shape, but it did advertise her coy sense of nature. Her left elbow became wrapped up in the sure fingers of her right hand. She swiveled her head and tried to draw attention on to him. "I'll move my car, naturally" She exhaled and her smile grew wider. "I just wanted to make sure that the station was operable first." That just wasn't true. She hadn't thought for a second why she hadn't parked her Honda directly in front of the pumps. But it sounded valid as she spoke. Something told her that this man wasn't exactly keen, though. His face implied simplicity or daftness. Hardly a confrontational frame, as well. Floyd didn't intimidate this woman. She could probably rip is balls off of his fat little tummy if he tried anything. "I've been driving for a long time. Just came in through Arizona. This place is absolutely gorgeous. How long have you lived out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 02:52:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FloydChester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Floyd Chester (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gas Station<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, early evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dianna Emerson<br><br>Floyd was almost as dense as they come and wouldn't have known whether if she was coming on to him, let alone repulsed.<br><br>"Oh I done lived here all mah life, Miss." Floyd took a moment to shield his eyes as he stood and looked around the wide open area. "I guess she is a perty place. I hadn't never thought none about it before. Grew up in that little town yonder. Reedland. Ever been?"<br><br>Floyd walked over to the single rusty pump. "If you wanna pull yer car up, I'll be happy to pump this fer ya, Miss." That toothy grin reappeared on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 22:48:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That Jack Nixon was stupid was a given William thought, did he really think that his little off the radar harem would not be noticed? William had liked the look of surprise on his face when the door had slammed open and he had gone in to invite Jack to a little talk with the Justicar. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But Jack had proved to he a right hero, he has shouted for his little harem of turned Vampires to attack whilst he went out of the window. And the stupid bitches had obeyed him, probably thinking they where Vampires, strong and powerful and there was three of them and only one of him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time William had reached the window, bloody sword in hand Jack was peeling rubber out of the car park. Which left William with two problems, one to go through Jack’s stuff and find out where he was going. And the second problem, three dead Vampires, three bodies, three heads and which sodding head went with which body?<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The only thing William could find was a map with this back of nowhere shit hole ringed in red ink. It was probably a dead end but Jack was nowhere to be found so rather than go back empty handed to Melissa he had to check it out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So here he was driving a 4X4 through a dusty nothing as far as he could see. Parts of it reminded him of the middle east which he had been too twice. Once when men had rode horses into was and the second time when they had rode in tanks to war.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he caught up with Jack he was going to get a right good kicking for brining William out to this shit hole.&nbsp; He had a reservation at the tavern but first he needed to fuel the 4X4.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Life hated him William thought as he pulled in, the gas station was a big a dump as the town. There was only one pump and a fat slob was getting ready to fuel a human woman’s car. By the look on her face tubs was trying to chat her up, as if. Just look at that stomach, how could anyone let themselves get that out of shape.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still he pulled up behind the woman’s car and go out to look around whilst he waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 08:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br>Human<br>Day 1, Early Evening<br>Tagged: NPC Floyd and William<br><br><hr><br>Dianna looked at Floyd sideways, with half dis-content, and half pity. "I see." He had been sitting in front of this desert for so long, he couldn't even fathom it's vibrating power. 'Texas is different,' she thought. "Thanks, I'll scoot it over, then." She made way back to the car with a sense of urgency. The way he had used his words, it was honest, but it made her feel like an idiot. She still couldn't quite figure out why she hadn't just pulled straight into the gas pump. <br><br>As the Honda moved slowly, Dianna only needed to release the brakes. William's 4x4 parked itself behind her. She looked back to him, the vehicle seemed to have come from nowhere. Waving, she turned back around and parked the car so that Floyd could pump the gas. Exiting the car, she handed the shirtless man a twenty and a five, "That should do fine, thanks." <br><br>William caught her attention immediately. He was the only figure on the horizon with a presence of being. Her eyes focused on him and within a few seconds she was walking away from her car, and directly toward him. She wasn't sure why, but she trusted him more than she trusted Floyd. In reality, both of them were strangers, 'I probably should have just stayed in my car,' she thought. Taking a moment to look back at Floyd, she started quickly with an indirect attention on William. "I should probably have a truck... My Honda is too small, things i need it for." Dianna wasn't exactly sure of what she was getting at, only making conversation as safely as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 00:13:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;William by habit examined Dianna as she walked towards him. Human female, no obvious weaponry seemed to be the result of him looking at her He glanced past her to the slob of a petrol attendant as he started to pump fuel into her car.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was it simply that the slob was hitting on her so she came over to get away from him? A knight in shinning armour, which he had been a long time ago but now not an image he recognized in himself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dianna started going on about her car and William nodded, “Or a 4X4 given the terrain round a bouts here.” Then he smiled and produced a picture of Jack with one his now dead harem.<br>“Are you local? Recognize this man? Only I am a private detective and Jack Nixon here skipped out on his wife and kids without paying his alimony.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If she asked he had the license and I.D to support it along with those things necessary to prove he was an agent for Homeland Security and a few other agencies. He just mixed and matched according to the needs of the mission.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he looked past and shouted to the attendant, “You seen this man, Jack Nixon, heard of him or any family around here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 00:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FloydChester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Floyd Chester (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gas Station<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, early evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dianna Emerson and William D'Arcy<br><br>When the young man pulled up, Floyd whistled inwardly. This was more action than he'd seen in two days. He waddled over to the gas pump and began prepping it. He stuck the nozzle in her tank and began the pumping process.<br><br>He looked up as the man spoke to him and scrunched up his face, displaying quite clearly his toothlessness and beady eyes, trying to get a better look.<br><br>"Can't say I seen him or heard of him but there's some bustle in town about lots of dem outsiders showin up. More than usual, folks say," Floyd watched the pump carefully and stopped it abruptly at 7 gallons.
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 09:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br>Human<br>Day 1, Early Evening<br>Tagged: William<br><br><hr><br>Dianna's eyes narrowed. This was an omen. In not five minutes after she had first heard about this town there was already this... 'this... inconclusive... panicked, innately urgent...this- mystery.' Her mind was racing, and to attract some one like 'this man' to town looking for a rotten little criminal. 'Daddy's an ass, but he's not a snake.' She related her own past to the situation. There were so many ways to say no to this man, she couldn't seem to come up with one right away. 'this... assertive force.' Her thoughts kept babbling in the midst of her whirling anxiety. It must have been the expression on her face that prompted William to call toward the attendant. <br><br>"No." She finally spoke, and her cheeks pulled upwards into a natural smile. "I just pulled into town. Well, I just pulled... into. Gas station." She nodded and stopped smiling, trying out the wit that she had just produced. Her body was still sideways, she could see Floyd in her left peripheral. It was obvious, he had finished the fueling of her car.<br><br>Still, She allowed a moment to pass, staring longingly across the desert. Unintentionally, the wind was in a fluid breeze, and she was still enough to appear as an oil painting. <br><br>Two distinct concepts came to mind... First, for a quick moment, she wanted to ask if William wanted to trade cars with her. But his truck looked much more valuable, in addition, she didn't even know his name; and, She thought to ask if he wanted any help with the investigation. She was very good with people and she'd played a good cop often in odd social circumstances back home. 'No, not after I <em>just</em> earned my freedom.' She had weighed her decisions, she was gone. "Good luck finding him. I've <em>heard</em> the town is pretty small." She paused for comedic timing. The absolute quiet of the desert around them made her eyebrows pop upward. Floyd burped in the subtle background of wind and twirling metals. "Buh-bye, now." She smiled at him and turned on a dime toward her car.<br><br>"Did I pay you enough, sir?" She shouted at Floyd, still six or seven paces from the Honda. The gas station attendant was standing near the pump still, awaiting William's truck. He nodded to her and she walked passed him without much of a gesture. "Ok. Make sure you drink enough water." She climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.<br><br>The fat man was unsure of what she had meant by the comment about water. He stood confounded, unable to respond. Dianna laughed to herself privately, making an honest attempt not to smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 21:14:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was this female on some kind of drug? She seemed to be having difficulty in organizing her thoughts. William hated druggies, their blood often tasted like shit, and quite why people would pump that stuff into their bodies was beyond him. But they did, stupid humans, really one day they should thin out the human herd of these druggies and those that sold it. Not for any moralistic reason but like any herdsman one wanted a good food animal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Goodbye.” He answered automatically smiling as he did so and then watching her walk away. Nice body, shame if she was on drugs. Although nice body could not be said about this fat turd standing by the pump waiting to serve him with fuel, “Fill it up.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;William stood as the pump clicked and whirled watching the desert idly wondering what the woman had seen out there.<br>This was a shit hole and for brining him out here Jack was going to die. He would just stick the little shit’s head in a freezer box and take it back to Melissa, tell her that he resisted. Not that she would care, Jack was dead either way.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He paid the fat turd the money and then stood for a moment, maybe he should thin the herd out right not, a slash across that fat gut and watch him die. But that would attract attention so instead he swung into the truck and headed into town.<br>
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