First Entrance

[not_his_pa]

[OOM: Getting the herd in.]

William's expecting more cold when he pushes the barn door not warmth and sounds.

He's dressed for the trail with his hat, a jacket over two shirts with his collar pulled up tight and wool gloves and a thin layer of dust over everything.

As he looks around, he shifts the rifle in his hands so that he can be ready to fire as he says quietly, "The hell's this?"

Tiny tag with a rifle: William Evans
(OOC: Yes, William has a rifle, he probably won't fire but if you're not comfortable with the chance a gun might be aimed at your pup, don't tag. He'll be unarmed later.)

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[sleazeoverstyle]

"HEY."

It ain't quite yellin'. Just... talkin' loud.

"Close the friggin' door. It's cold out there." Wherever the hell the kid came from, it ain't Midgar.

[not_his_pa]

He closes the door then glares at the man who spoke though he's never seen anyone with hair quite like that,

"Fine, its closed now. Who are you and what are you doin' on my land?"

[sleazeoverstyle]

There's two possible reactions he could give to that. The first is to be all instinct and beat the crap out of the kid. The second is to snicker into his ale.

Gotta love the new ones: he chooses option two.

"Me, I'm Reno, and I got some sad, sad news for you. You might wanna sit down before I break it to you, and whatever the fuck you do, don't look out at that window over there." He nods in its direction.

Yeah, he's a bastard and he knows it, but it's part of his charm. He can't friggin' help it.

[not_his_pa]

William darts a glance at the Window and tightens his grip on his rifle, that's what all that artillery fire must of looked like during the war,

"Tell me what's goin' on."

[sleazeoverstyle]

He might just be feelin' a little friggin' smug, for absolutely no good reason other than he's a pain in the ass and likes it.

"Okay. So. You ever wake up in the middle of the night from a dream, and you could swear the friggin' thing was real?" Idly, almost, he takes a sip of his beer and without even lookin', he can feel the electricity goin' on out there at the end of the universe.

"You know what I'm talkin' about?"

[not_his_pa]

The dreams where he's able to save his Pa and can feel the sun of contention on his neck and the weight of his gun in his hands,

"Yeah, know what you mean."

[sleazeoverstyle]

That's cool. They got some common ground goin'.

"Well." Lifting his bottle in toast, he grins.

"This ain't nothin' like that." Left-handed, he gestures to the room at large. "You just found yourself the end of the friggin' universe, pal. And if you're lucky, you'll be able to walk back out that door you came through and wind up at home. If you ain't lucky, you're gonna be here a while."

There's reasons no one would ever hire him to be a tour guide.

"But the good news is that either way, your first drink's on the house. Just ask one of those rats runnin' around on the tables to bring you whatever the fuck you want."

And if he's feelin' nice, the guy's second drink'll be on him. Why the fuck not.

[thats-not-data.livejournal.com]

"'Hell' is about right, as far as I'm concerned."

Lore's sulking in one of the corners, arms crossed and legs up on the table.

[not_his_pa]

William turns towards him and adjusts the rifle so its almost aimed at Lore, no one should be that pale,

"Who are you?"

[thats-not-data.livejournal.com]

"What's it to you?" Lore shoots back, regarding the weapon with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.

[not_his_pa]

"You're the one who's talkin'. Tell me where I am and what the hell's wrong with you?"

Man looks like he must be dying of something.

[thats-not-data.livejournal.com]

Lore rolls his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with me. And they call this place Milliways, not that that really tells you anything."

[not_his_pa]

"Then why are you so yellow? Look like you've got jaundice."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Yekaterina probably isn't... at all what William knows. In denim jeans and jacket, in bangles and rings and her slightly frizzy curls all tied up in a pony tail. If one isn't looking closely, it looks like she's drinking water, with a bottle of it nearby.

(Don't be silly)

"Not really, there is very good food. Hello!" She sees the rifle just fine - she's just not very bothered by it.

[not_his_pa]

He looks over to her and shifts the rifle away from her, though he's not sure why she's dressed like she is,

"It has good food, ma'am?"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She smiles, a bright engaging smile, relaxed and open and without a seeming care in the world.

"The pelmeni is amazing." She assures him, "So it cannot be hell. I have heard it is a bad place, and certainly would not have good pelmeni."

[not_his_pa]

"What's pelmeni, ma'am?"

She seems safe enough though this place is odd and he walks over to her, unloading the rifle and slipping the bullet into his pocket.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"What is..." She splutters in her Muscovite accent, shaking her head at the disgrace of it all, not knowing what pelmeni is.

(Someone has a favorite)

"Here, you stay here, and I will get food, good food. Do you like vodka?" It takes conscious effort to not bound to not shortcut through the Gloom, but he's human (so obviously human, poor boy) and rattled already. She thinks of Yulia, and walks. She forgets to wait for an answer. She'll be back, and that is usually when her partner would deign to answer anyway.

[not_his_pa]

William blinks at her, he's not sure what to say and ends up answering the space where she was,

"Not sure what it is, ma'am."

[almosthonorable]

Ben's settled at a table halfway across the room, with dinner and a book for company.

When the Front Door opens and lets in an impressive gust of cold air, he looks up from his bowl of chili.

Putting down his spoon and rising from his seat in the same breath, he approaches William.

Quiet, nodding toward the rifle: "You don't need that in here."

[not_his_pa]

William spots him as he's doing a scan of the room and shifts the rifle so he can fire a little easier,

"Think I might if you're here. Now where's here?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben's expression flattens.

"Lower that thing before you get yourself tossed in the cells, son."

[not_his_pa]

"No. Tell me where here is,"

There's no reason for Wade to be honest with him, but he's damned if he's going to obey him. This all just doesn't feel right and he's not going to let Wade have the upper hand.

[almosthonorable]

"There's little ones runnin' around here, William," Ben says, inclining his head toward the bar at large.

"So I'll explain as soon as you put down the damn rifle and take a seat. Believe me, you're gonna need a chair."

[not_his_pa]

He glances around and lowers the rifle though he doesn't like doing it, but he can see children, which makes this place stranger. Sitting with Wade just feels wrong so William walks part of the way towards him,

"Why's that?"