02-04-2019, 01:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]☁ she was tense.
anyone who looked at the twenty-three year old as she strode into the cafeteria that evening could see the tension flooded throughout her body, jaw clenched, muscles taut. jackson scurried along behind her, cradling hope in one arm, a concerned look in his eyes as he regarded the brunette, who looked as though she was on a war path. earlier that very same day, they'd found the body of one of their own murdered, and hayley was intent on ensuring she'd be the last.
❝meeting, now.❞ she called out, tone hard as she stepped onto the table with ease, glancing about. brown curls were still damp from the snow outside, and it was evident that this had been her first stop after the burial. several npc's had already spread word about the meeting earlier, informing everyone that this one was mandatory. hayley needed everyone to hear what she had to say.
❝earlier today, i found the body of one of our own dead, murdered on this very mountain.❞ she said, arms crossing in front of her. ❝she was newer, and i don't know who killed her. it might have been a targeted attack at the group, she might have had enemies from her past. she was robbed, so it might have just been someone who wanted what she had. the why doesn't exactly matter, the point is that she's dead, and she very well could have been any of us. i don't care how tough you think you are, how much of a badass, at the end of the day everyone one of us bleeds, and i refuse to bury another one of you.❞ there was a look in her eyes, a fire, a fury that resembled that of a mother bear, charging to protect her cubs. perhaps it was the hormones from the very recent pregnancy, perhaps it was a blanketed maternal instinct, but it was obvious that one of her cubs had been harmed, and she was ready to fight for it.
❝i don't want anyone, under any circumstances, leaving this building unarmed. i don't care how much of a pacifist you are, how you'd rather die then ever harm someone, if you don't prioritize your life then prioritize others. we have people here who are injured-❞ her gaze shifted to lucio almost subconsciously, the man having arrived half-dead ❝-and there's a baby who can't even hold her own head up. i expect anyone who is a resident or above to be armed, and if you're unfamiliar with how to work a weapon, come talk to jackson or i. knives are bare minimum, but we have some extra guns in the armory, and i have some extra shotguns for whoever wants one.❞ it was her weapon of choice, and frankly, she'd prefer to see most people wielding them. they were... effective.
❝next, i want someone posted on the roof at all times. we only have a couple of rifles, but whoever's up there is to wear some layers, and bring one on up there. if you see anyone who isn't a member of the lodge approaching, tell them to stop. if they don't, shoot.❞ she glanced around, and in that moment caught jackson's eye. he gave her a look that seemed to say you want them to kill? and immediately backtracked a bit. ❝i'm not asking any of you to kill anyone, posted on the roof or just armed on patrol. i will never ask any of you to take a life. aim for legs, arms, shoulders, even. it'll hurt like a bitch, but it's not often lethal, not compared to a head or chest shot. we're not the badlands, we're not a bunch of killers, but the fact that we don't kill or harm others for sport should never mean we're not capable of protecting ourselves, or this home.❞
she let the words hang in the air for a long moment, swallowing back the urge to break down. she wasn't sure why this death affected her so much; she'd lost people all her life, she hadn't even known this woman. but some part of her felt like she'd failed the woman, failed to protect her. if she couldn't keep grown adults safe, how could she protect her own child?
she let out a shaky breath, adrenaline pumping through her veins. ❝on a less gruesome note, i'd like to welcome lucio, holly, and jay. welcome to flintlock, please stay warm, and if any of you need additional coats, we have, like, a million in the closets by the front door.❞ running her teeth across her bottom lip, her eyes shifted about the room. ❝i'd also like to ask tomorrow to step up to representative, if you'd like, and brendan, i'd like to offer you the position of senator.❞ now, onto the normally uneventful part of the meeting that she... somehow felt would be a little busier tonight.
❝any questions or comments about anything we went over?❞
tl;dr
- an npc was killed. hayley doesn't know who did it, but it doesn't matter. what does matter is that she doesn't want anyone else dying, so from this point forward everyone is required to be armed at all times.
- she's giving away free shotguns, which pretty much means i'm giving away free shotguns. these can only be used for your flintlock character, but just let me know as an ooc note in your post if you'd like one!
- there's a new post available, if you ever want to note your character working it. at all times, someone is supposed to be stationed on the roof, armed with a rifle. i'll be sending the rifle item from the shop to the flintlock guide account, as it's "flintlock's rifle", but if you ever write someone working the roof shift, they'd have the rifle! however, under no circumstances can a character take the rifle away from the roof; it would simply be passed on to whoever takes it next.
- welcome to [member=9577]lucio[/member], [member=9595]holly[/member], and [member=9582]jay[/member]!
- she sent out a friendly little note to everyone to stay warm, and there's a bunch of extra coats in the closets by the front door, so no one has an excuse to not be bundled up.
- [member=9547]tomorrow[/member] was offered the position of representative, and [member=3586]brendan[/member] was offered the position of senator.
- anyone with questions or comments should speak now or forever hold their peace.
anyone who looked at the twenty-three year old as she strode into the cafeteria that evening could see the tension flooded throughout her body, jaw clenched, muscles taut. jackson scurried along behind her, cradling hope in one arm, a concerned look in his eyes as he regarded the brunette, who looked as though she was on a war path. earlier that very same day, they'd found the body of one of their own murdered, and hayley was intent on ensuring she'd be the last.
❝meeting, now.❞ she called out, tone hard as she stepped onto the table with ease, glancing about. brown curls were still damp from the snow outside, and it was evident that this had been her first stop after the burial. several npc's had already spread word about the meeting earlier, informing everyone that this one was mandatory. hayley needed everyone to hear what she had to say.
❝earlier today, i found the body of one of our own dead, murdered on this very mountain.❞ she said, arms crossing in front of her. ❝she was newer, and i don't know who killed her. it might have been a targeted attack at the group, she might have had enemies from her past. she was robbed, so it might have just been someone who wanted what she had. the why doesn't exactly matter, the point is that she's dead, and she very well could have been any of us. i don't care how tough you think you are, how much of a badass, at the end of the day everyone one of us bleeds, and i refuse to bury another one of you.❞ there was a look in her eyes, a fire, a fury that resembled that of a mother bear, charging to protect her cubs. perhaps it was the hormones from the very recent pregnancy, perhaps it was a blanketed maternal instinct, but it was obvious that one of her cubs had been harmed, and she was ready to fight for it.
❝i don't want anyone, under any circumstances, leaving this building unarmed. i don't care how much of a pacifist you are, how you'd rather die then ever harm someone, if you don't prioritize your life then prioritize others. we have people here who are injured-❞ her gaze shifted to lucio almost subconsciously, the man having arrived half-dead ❝-and there's a baby who can't even hold her own head up. i expect anyone who is a resident or above to be armed, and if you're unfamiliar with how to work a weapon, come talk to jackson or i. knives are bare minimum, but we have some extra guns in the armory, and i have some extra shotguns for whoever wants one.❞ it was her weapon of choice, and frankly, she'd prefer to see most people wielding them. they were... effective.
❝next, i want someone posted on the roof at all times. we only have a couple of rifles, but whoever's up there is to wear some layers, and bring one on up there. if you see anyone who isn't a member of the lodge approaching, tell them to stop. if they don't, shoot.❞ she glanced around, and in that moment caught jackson's eye. he gave her a look that seemed to say you want them to kill? and immediately backtracked a bit. ❝i'm not asking any of you to kill anyone, posted on the roof or just armed on patrol. i will never ask any of you to take a life. aim for legs, arms, shoulders, even. it'll hurt like a bitch, but it's not often lethal, not compared to a head or chest shot. we're not the badlands, we're not a bunch of killers, but the fact that we don't kill or harm others for sport should never mean we're not capable of protecting ourselves, or this home.❞
she let the words hang in the air for a long moment, swallowing back the urge to break down. she wasn't sure why this death affected her so much; she'd lost people all her life, she hadn't even known this woman. but some part of her felt like she'd failed the woman, failed to protect her. if she couldn't keep grown adults safe, how could she protect her own child?
she let out a shaky breath, adrenaline pumping through her veins. ❝on a less gruesome note, i'd like to welcome lucio, holly, and jay. welcome to flintlock, please stay warm, and if any of you need additional coats, we have, like, a million in the closets by the front door.❞ running her teeth across her bottom lip, her eyes shifted about the room. ❝i'd also like to ask tomorrow to step up to representative, if you'd like, and brendan, i'd like to offer you the position of senator.❞ now, onto the normally uneventful part of the meeting that she... somehow felt would be a little busier tonight.
❝any questions or comments about anything we went over?❞
tl;dr
- an npc was killed. hayley doesn't know who did it, but it doesn't matter. what does matter is that she doesn't want anyone else dying, so from this point forward everyone is required to be armed at all times.
- she's giving away free shotguns, which pretty much means i'm giving away free shotguns. these can only be used for your flintlock character, but just let me know as an ooc note in your post if you'd like one!
- there's a new post available, if you ever want to note your character working it. at all times, someone is supposed to be stationed on the roof, armed with a rifle. i'll be sending the rifle item from the shop to the flintlock guide account, as it's "flintlock's rifle", but if you ever write someone working the roof shift, they'd have the rifle! however, under no circumstances can a character take the rifle away from the roof; it would simply be passed on to whoever takes it next.
- welcome to [member=9577]lucio[/member], [member=9595]holly[/member], and [member=9582]jay[/member]!
- she sent out a friendly little note to everyone to stay warm, and there's a bunch of extra coats in the closets by the front door, so no one has an excuse to not be bundled up.
- [member=9547]tomorrow[/member] was offered the position of representative, and [member=3586]brendan[/member] was offered the position of senator.
- anyone with questions or comments should speak now or forever hold their peace.
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