The Warring States of NPF - View Single Post - Shining Dawn, Part 1: A Promise of Wealth

Krylo · 06-30-2010, 08:28 PM

Jim looked up at the sky as he entered the city of San Francisco--one of the largest metropolitan centers in the US, and not a place he particularly savored the thought of entering. The law in cities like this tended to look down on men like him. They prided themselves in their 'civility' and 'safety', but Jim knew better than all that. Men were men, and men killed. To survive. To eat. For fun. The only difference in 'civilized' men is they were more likely to shoot you in the back.

It was with that thought that he reached into his duster and pulled out the letter from one Mr. Watts, giving it a once over before tucking it away and reaching up to pull down his hat, shadowing his face from the harsh morning sun.

With a sigh he entered the city, his ears ringing with the bustle of activity and the low roar of thousands of people all conversing, and working, and yelling at once. For a man who preferred the quiet outliers of society the place was quite a shock, and the hustle and bustle threw him off his character for the moment.

So much so, in fact, that it wasn't until he heard the loud ringing of one of San Francisco's prided cable cars, that he realized he was about to be run over, and quickly stepped aside. Thinking fast, however, he grabbed onto one of the bars that ringed the platform, and swung himself up and onto the vehicle, doffing his hat to a female rider he had obviously shocked with his hasty arrival in mid movement. "Ma'am," he said simply.

Jim took a moment to glance up at the cables the car traveled upon. This system was the first of its kind and had only been in operation for roughly ten years now, after some failures in Europe and the East Coast, if the newspapers were to be believed, and so, though he normally wasn't the touristy type, Jim felt he could take a moment of levity to inspect its workings a bit. And he did his best to avoid the stares of the other riders, no doubt expecting him to wrap a bandanna about his face and commence a train robbery at any moment.

Not that it meant much to him. He'd get to Mr. Watts's office much quicker this way, and, indeed, it wasn't long before he was walking through the doors just behind a chinaman, who spoke with only a slight accent.

Tipping his hat a bit toward the woman from behind Bushe, Jim spoke, "Jim Narstrom. Same as Mr. Han."

06-30-2010, 08:28 PM	#3
Krylo The Straightest Shota Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: It's a secret to everybody. Posts: 17,789	Jim looked up at the sky as he entered the city of San Francisco--one of the largest metropolitan centers in the US, and not a place he particularly savored the thought of entering. The law in cities like this tended to look down on men like him. They prided themselves in their 'civility' and 'safety', but Jim knew better than all that. Men were men, and men killed. To survive. To eat. For fun. The only difference in 'civilized' men is they were more likely to shoot you in the back. It was with that thought that he reached into his duster and pulled out the letter from one Mr. Watts, giving it a once over before tucking it away and reaching up to pull down his hat, shadowing his face from the harsh morning sun. With a sigh he entered the city, his ears ringing with the bustle of activity and the low roar of thousands of people all conversing, and working, and yelling at once. For a man who preferred the quiet outliers of society the place was quite a shock, and the hustle and bustle threw him off his character for the moment. So much so, in fact, that it wasn't until he heard the loud ringing of one of San Francisco's prided cable cars, that he realized he was about to be run over, and quickly stepped aside. Thinking fast, however, he grabbed onto one of the bars that ringed the platform, and swung himself up and onto the vehicle, doffing his hat to a female rider he had obviously shocked with his hasty arrival in mid movement. "Ma'am," he said simply. Jim took a moment to glance up at the cables the car traveled upon. This system was the first of its kind and had only been in operation for roughly ten years now, after some failures in Europe and the East Coast, if the newspapers were to be believed, and so, though he normally wasn't the touristy type, Jim felt he could take a moment of levity to inspect its workings a bit. And he did his best to avoid the stares of the other riders, no doubt expecting him to wrap a bandanna about his face and commence a train robbery at any moment. Not that it meant much to him. He'd get to Mr. Watts's office much quicker this way, and, indeed, it wasn't long before he was walking through the doors just behind a chinaman, who spoke with only a slight accent. Tipping his hat a bit toward the woman from behind Bushe, Jim spoke, "Jim Narstrom. Same as Mr. Han." __________________ I am very tired.