>>289024
Stand there quietly, open body language. Get your hands out of your pockets. Listen to her. Be available to comfort her, but don't foist yourself upon her.

>>289046
Yeah... After the next bit of news hugging her would be extra super creepy.

Apologize, be gentle if possible. But time is not on our side; remember that there's more at work here tonight and we can't waste too much time. Tell her the rest.

>>289024
Be prepared to catch her should she decide to faint.

TK 2011/03/25(Fri)19:25 No. 290843 ID: 543aa6
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>>289046
I take my hands out of my pockets.

>>289230
I take a step closer, but I don't think she's going to faint.

>>289157
"There's more. It's not going to be easy for you to hear. They think I killed him."

She looks me in the eye. Hesitates. "Did you?"

"No."

>>290843
More details. It was in your room, someone happened along at the perfect time to 'discover you' and they were an excellent shot, presumably they would kill you in 'self defense'. The timing doesn't work out though, at the time when you would have been killing him you were blind drunk.

You don't have to mention the bartender as your witness yet, but it should be important to stress the frame-up, and even more importantly, make sure she believes you. Because if she thinks you're the one she could call the cops the second you turn around. You need to be sure.

>>290843
It may also be a good idea to ask for help about that gunshot wound. Might be able to open up some dialogue there while she's treating your wound, or at least get to sit down for a moment, as you are likely going to be running again soon enough, there's no way someone won't suspect where you are now.

TK 2011/03/25(Fri)22:04 No. 290875 ID: 543aa6
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>>290851

She sees the blood.

"You're shot!"

"Yeah." Funny thing is, I'd almost forgotten about it. For all the pain, it seems like the least of my worries right now. "I guess I am."

She reaches for me. She touches my shoulder, gently. She looks into my eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

I'll manage. What about you?

>>290875

Ask if she has a bottle of booze on hand. Tough guys usually down a couple shots to numb the pain of flesh wounds.

TK 2011/03/29(Tue)19:40 No. 291742 ID: 543aa6
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>>290884

"I'll manage," I say, "What about you?"

"I'll be okay." She leans in,

"I'll be okay..."

and then she kisses me.

>>291742
Um. Be in shock for a little bit.

Stammer out an awkward "thanks."

KISS HER BACK DAMMIT

>>291782
BEING THE REBOUND MY HUSBAND IS DEEEEAD FUCK IS NOT CONDUCTIVE TO A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. ALSO IT LOOKS GUILTY AS HELL. ALSO WE MUST ENTERTAIN THE POSSIBILITY THAT SHE IS THE ONE SETTING US UP, AS UNPALATABLE AS IT IS.

Femme fatale alert. Probably. Maybe. So confused.

Fuck, well played, TK, giving them a history like that. Now I don't know what to think!

TK 2011/03/31(Thu)18:31 No. 292341 ID: 543aa6
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and then she kills me.

WHAT.

what

Eh, I've been on worse first dates.

welp

>>292341
Told you she was the one masterminding it all man.

Well, we fucked up. Oh well. Nice try, guys.

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)14:44 No. 293246 ID: 543aa6
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I fall to my knees. I feel cold. I'm bleeding a lot. There's blood on my hands, on the floor... but not a drop touches her.

The bullet's gone right through my heart. How utterly proper.

>>291778
I go into shock.

She doesn't gloat. She doesn't laugh. She doesn't tell me her master plan. Why she set me up.

I'll never know if she killed her husband, or had him killed.

The kid with the gun - a hired killer? Or just another sucker? I wonder what she promised him.

Maybe she came to me because she needed a patsy with a motive. Maybe she's covering her tracks.

Or maybe she just wanted me dead.

rage mode, take her down with you. get up and snap her neck before dying.

>>293279
All due respect but the guy's shot in the goddamn heart and he's in shock.

Reach out and grab at her dress. Smear some blood on it as a little something for her to remember you by, at least.

Try to croak out a "why?"

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)16:22 No. 293296 ID: 543aa6
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I know I'm dying. It's a hell of a feeling.

It's quiet. She doesn't say anything.

>>293283
I try to speak, but my mouth is full of blood.

>>293281
>>293279
I reach out, but I can't touch her. I wonder if I ever could.

I look up at her. I look her in the eyes. She always had the most beautiful eyes. But now there's nothing behind them. I wonder if there ever was.

She puts the gun to my head. The barrel's still hot, enough to sear flesh. I try to savor the pain, the smell of my own burning skin, while I can. But she won't do it. Doesn't pull the trigger. Can't finish me off.



It doesn't matter.

The rain has stopped.

void bowels, let her smell your rage snake.

>>293296
Time to die...

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)16:34 No. 293301 ID: 543aa6
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>>I always thought

The sensation of dying is impossible to explain. Nobody who has experienced it is in any state to describe it.

>>I would fade to black.

>>293298
I die.

>>I never expected

It happens to everyone. Everybody dies.

>>it would be so

...cold?

>>293301
...Candy filled, because you've actually been a pinata?

>>293301
Bright?

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)17:02 No. 293313 ID: 543aa6
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>>blue.

But not everybody wakes up again.



I don't know where I am or how I got here.

I don't even know who I am.

And I can't see a damn thing

except the sky.

wait what? how do you get up after getting hit in the heart?

Get on your feet. Look around.

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)17:32 No. 293331 ID: 543aa6
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"I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

>>293314
That's a very good question.

>>293315
I feel too weak to stand. I look around.

I'm in a hut of sticks and straw, with a dirt floor. There's a bed (upon which I currently repose), a table covered with assorted beakers and flasks half-full with various brightly colored liquids (and a few crude medical implements), a door to the outside, and a single window

through which I can see that it's a beautiful day.

"You were in pretty bad shape."

Besides myself, the only inhabitant of the hut is a doctor, of sorts.

My doctor has a manner which is stern but not unkind. He has a brow creased with middle-age and with worry. He dresses in subdued, earthy tones. He moves with brisk but deliberate energy. He studies me with curiosity and mild concern.

"You're... not from around here, are you?"

He is the best kind of doctor a man in my present state could hope for. He is attentive, experienced, levelheaded, and professional.

That depends upon where 'here' is. Ask him where you are.

awww man, did you teleport?

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)17:52 No. 293340 ID: 543aa6
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He is also decidedly not human.

>>293340
Wait... whuh?

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)17:59 No. 293343 ID: 543aa6
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Where the hell am I?

>>293343
Certainly not Kansas anymore Toto...

How did...

Where...

What the hell is going on?!

yep, you teleportaled into another dimension. good job.

TK 2011/04/02(Sat)18:06 No. 293348 ID: 543aa6
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end chapter 1.

>>293347

By getting shot in the heart?

I feel like I'm in an indie movie...