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Post by alexharvey on Dec 23, 2012 21:11:41 GMT -5
It took all her effort to regain both her hairdo and composure. Her cheeks were still flushed and her hands were shaking a bit, either due to the shock or the eat or their effect combined. Anyhow Pru found it near impossible to tie her hair up in it's usual loops, let alone tie a bow. She managed to make the knot after the third try, only she tied two of her fingers in too and half her hair was still hanging loose around her head. She heard muffled noises from behind her, but didn't dare to check. She would concentrate on this one thing. For once she would keep her focus on one thing and do it right.
While attempting to free her fingers from the mess on the back of her head she glanced up to the Doctor. She could tell he was consciously averting her and that made her feel even worse. She sincerely wondered how on the bloody earth she managed to bring such chaos upon strangers every time she simply attempted to be nice.
She supposed it would be best if she just excused herself from the men as soon as possible, before she might end up re-breaking Reinhardts nose or worse. She tugged at the tie but she had somehow managed to pull the knot really tight around her fingers and she just couldn't untangle herself. Growing unbearably uncomfortable she glanced up again, contemplating whether to ask the man for help or just scurry about and find Perry, when something about the man's look caught her eye.
He was not just averting her, he was staring off into nowhere with glassy eyes. And didn't he even sway a bit? Her brows knitted together in worry. Hand still tied to her bow she asked "Mister Doctor, Sir, are you alright? You look a tad bit pale. Mister Doctor?"
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 23, 2012 21:40:16 GMT -5
Hindrick blinked and looked back over to Pru. He had to admit he was feeling a bit light headed. When was the last time he got sleep? Did he even sleep last night? He frowned and saw that the girl had tangled her hands in her hair, how did she mange that? The man furrowed his brows and run a hand over his face, displacing his glasses. What was it he was trying to do again? Everything had gone wonky since that girl showed up, and now he couldn't thing straight.
Alaois sensed his master's slight sway and cheeped loudly as he hopped off the man's shoulder. Fionuir lifted her head and let out an inquisitive and worried grumble. The microraptor landed in a heap on the dirt ground and flailed about in an attempt to right himself. Hindrick looked at the girl and then over to the where the brothers were. Where had they gone? Why was he worrying about this? Trying to fix his sunglasses he answered Pru, " I am fine, 'ah have something ta' do.."
Fion stood up quickly, tail lashing about as she sniffed Hindrick and let out nervous noises. "Excuse me-" the man mumbled and took two steps past Pru before he felt the heat get to him. His head swam and the light suddenly became too much. He took one more step and felt himself fall forward. Oh dear, he was really passing out in the middle of the street. This was terribly unbecoming. The dirt puffed around the man as he hit the ground with a hard thud. The two dinosaurs let out a panicked noise at the same time and both stared intently at Pru, as if asking her to help.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 23, 2012 23:11:31 GMT -5
Reinhardt wasn't sure if he realized that Hindrick had fallen because of the sound or the plume of dust that went up between his brother and himself. Both looked down at the same time and blinked at the fallen scientist. There was an odd length of silence while they gauged the situation, seemingly waiting for him to get back up; the two shared a horrified glance when it finally became obvious that he wouldn't. "Sir, are 'ya a'right?" Reinhardt asked cautiously, reaching down in what began as an offer to help Hindrick up, but turned into a gentle prodding of the fellow's shoulder when he made no response to the question.
As the realization that Hindrick was totally unresponsive dawned on Reinhardt, he shared another glance with his brother and then said aloud, "Christ above, he's dead of exposure. Ah knew we should'a offered water n'stead'a help," "Well t'ain't our fault he didn't want no help," "T'is our fault we didn't n'sist on-nit," as the exchange carried on, the two worked systematically and with no real talk on the procedural aspect of the situation as they each hauled Hindrick by the arms nearest them. Glancing over his shoulder at Pru, Reinhardt tilted to one side to accommodate his brother, whom was less accustomed to heavy lifting and was alraedy beginning to waver under Hendrick's dead weight. "Miss, could you ah, help us with this here..." he didn't really want to say 'body', that was jumping to the worst possible scenario... "Situation," that was as good a word for it as any.
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Post by alexharvey on Dec 25, 2012 17:22:25 GMT -5
The Ginger jolted in surprise when the Doctor simply dropped flat on his face mid-sentence. She stared wide eyed and didn't move until Fion nudged her hard. That kicked the life back into the girl.
"Yikes, what happened? What'd I do? Did I do it? What happened?"
She noticed distantly how Rei and the blonde picked up the lifeless form of the doctor. "What are you doing? What are you- is he really dead? Oh nooooooh." Pru felt like she was on the verge of bawling herself out any minute soon and she still couldn't free herself from her own hair tie! She kept staring at the picture before her, until Reinhardts voice tore her from her uncoordinated thoughts. Although taken aback by his request she mustered the smaller of the two, struggling under the....dead weight as well as wondering whether either had even noticed that she was still rather immobile, her arm slowly drained and going numb. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, took a long breath she hadn't realized she had been holding and tore her fingers out the tie, yelping at the pain of tearing half her hair out. She took a quick look at the red stripes on her fingers. She reckoned even if she couldn't tie a bow properly, she sure had secured it very tight.
Needlessly she beckoned the two Dinosaurs two follow them, right before she slipped between the blonde and the lifeless Hindrick in order to support them.
The question what they were going to do with the Doctor formed on her lips, when another thought crossed her mind.
She stared at Reinhardt, wide eyed and panicked, when she remembered what her uncles used to say, "Oh God, did I talk him to death??"
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 26, 2012 14:28:03 GMT -5
The doctor did not wake or shift as the three huddled around him and discussed his fate. A mixture of exposure, hunger, thirst and sleep deprivation had broken the man. Now complete dead weight he leaned heavily on the trio that decided to pick him up and drag him elsewhere. Unknown to the brothers and Pru, the man was still alive, not dead. it seems Ambrose was too lazy to check for a pulse or do a mirror test.
Fion and Alaois trialed behind the group, whining and chripping. The two were visibly upset and had no clue if these people were trying to help or making things worse. The xiongguanlong shuffled behind while lashing her tail about and rumbling. Though her noises did not wake the scientist. They did nothing but annoy his helpers.
It was probably ten feet or so from where the man initially collapsed that he let out a soft sound. It would have been impossible to hear over the sound few three people struggling and two dinosaurs whining. But it was a sign the man was alive. The soft sound eventually morphed into a light snore.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 26, 2012 15:27:36 GMT -5
In an effort to reassure her, Reinhardt shook his head and offered up an only half-certain "Nawh, he ain't dead... ah don't think so, at least..." pausing to think on that and add "It warn't no fault o' yers either," as an afterthought. From his other side, Ambrose made a sound accompanying the effort it took for him to keep his side of Hindrick afloat. "'Ya can't talk someone to death anyways," he huffed, wobbling slightly and glaring back at Alaois and Fionuir as the two began to get too close to him for comfort, trying to get them to shoo without the use of his hands. It proved ineffective at best. Giving up on this, he turned back to his fellow 'rescuers' and whistled at Reinhardt to get his attention. "What do you plan to do? Ah don't know anywhere we can put 'im down and ah sure as hell ain't draggin' him all the way back to O'Saka's," his demand brought up an issue which Reinhardt had not fully considered. They'd been carrying Hindrick off without any destination. "Ah... well, ah ain't settin' him down in the Bronco," Reinhardt mused. He didn't know Hindrick well, but leaving him in a place which (from what he'd heard) was probably a brothel of sorts wouldn't be seen as a courtesy. "What about the Inn?"
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Post by alexharvey on Dec 26, 2012 16:47:40 GMT -5
Pru felt relief wash over her when Reinhardt assured her she had not done wrong. She pushed against the weight, keeping the man upright even with that Blonde as an aid was really hard, she wondered how Reinhardt could lift him so easily. The more she pushed against him the more she could tell the man was actually breathing and alive. And snoring, for Christ's sake, she shook her head, angry at herself for being so oblivious.
The ginger's shoulders dropped when Reinhardt decided the Bronco was not an option, it would have been her first suggestion.
She presumed not everyone felt as homely in the Saloon as she did.
"Well, Mister Perrys isn't an option either", she murmured, "I think he is still digesting the....new window."
Shooting an apologetic look to the taller ginger she nodded empathetically, "He might have a room there, maybe the receptionist knows. He is kinda wealthy, wouldn't he be? He looks like that. Does he look wealthy to you?"
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 26, 2012 17:47:39 GMT -5
The two dinosaurs didn't understand why Ambrose was so intent to shoo them away. Fionuir, being a creature of intense motherly nature only moved in to sniff the blonde thinking he was trying to get her attention or was hurt. Alaois chirped angrily and fluffed up, though he continually eyed his fallen master.
If the Russian had been away he would have thanked Reinhardt profusely for not bringing him to the Bronco. But he was unconscious, the gratitude would ave to wait. As the trio hauled this deadweight towards the inn the microraptor cheeped. They were going a way he remembered. The xionggunalong had fallen back a bit by this point. She had never been in the inn and told not to come it. The managers simply wouldn't let a dinosaur of her size enter. Alaois chirped and cheeped as Fionuir stopped and did his best to try to force her to move. But the larger dinosaur was stuck steadfast staring at the building. She let out a whine at the sight of her rider, but knew she's get in trouble if she went closer.
Alaois finally gave up and hopped off fion's snout, which was a great launchpad. The large saur scrunched her eyes and jerked her large head back as the tiny feathered creature pounced off. He landed in a heap behind the four and cheeped angrily as if to get their attention.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 26, 2012 18:36:07 GMT -5
After spending your entire life doing manual labor, lifting unconscious Russians was an inconvenience at worst. If there was any advantage Reinhardt had over his more educated sibling, it was the ability to drag a man of Hindrick's size along without wobbling under his weight. Of course, strength didn't really help with making a logical solution to the issue at-- or rather on-- hand. "Well ah don't know, ah guess he could be rich. He don't look as healthy as a rich man ought, though." he argued as they lugged Hindrick along through the streets, trying not to play the situation off as casual under the witheringly judgemental glances of those passing by. The inn seemed a lot farther away than a few yards.
For Ambrose, however, the distance seemed longer still, as the beast the Russian had brought with him began sniffing at his hair. A wave of duck-blond curls fell in front of his eyes, one somehow making it into his mouth and forcing from him the most irritated of muffled snarls. If his brother noticed, or was concerned by this event in any way, he would never know. Even when the theropod finally backed off and let him be, he struggled to get them all moving towards the Inn just a little faster simply to end all this trouble.
Of course, he made the mistake of assuming getting to the inn would end things, finally unblinding himself as they all reached the door. "Ah hadn't thought about this part..." his brother said just as he finally noticed the issue. It was physically impossible for them to fit through the doorway with Hindrick. "Let's just drop him and roll him in," Ambrose suggested, gaining from his brother a dispassionate "Nuh." "Aw'right, let's just set him down and drag him in from inside." "Nuh." "Well fah'n, let's just leave him outside the door, maybe someone walkin' out'll trip o'er him n' know what to do." "That is the worst idea."
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Post by alexharvey on Dec 26, 2012 18:56:32 GMT -5
Contemplating on whether to join the discussion of the two guys flanking her Pru watched the argument, turning her head towards whomever was talking. She decided to wait if either came up with a proper idea, which seemed not the case as the dispassionate argument ended with both men huffing loud and clueless.
"Umm, why don't we just go in sideways?", she suggested.
Pointing at the taller ginger she said, "You know, you go first, and you just go sideways..."
The girl earned an empty look, making her shift uncomfortably.
"Well it's a bit unhandy and difficult, but I think we can manage...."
When she saw the others glancing toward the door, she shuffled, lifted her right leg and simply kicked the thing open. It crashed into the wall with considerable noise.
She waited for Reinhardt to move, when nothing came she looked up to him. He stared a bit ... what could that glimpse of emotion be, surprise maybe?
Lifting her foot only slightly she grinned and explained, "They're good boots!"
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 26, 2012 19:20:24 GMT -5
The door hit the wall with such force that the noise caused a majority of people to jump and look in their direction. The feathered dinosaur that stood behind them fluffed at the noise making him look much like a large ball with a tail and eyes. After Alaois got over the shock of the door being kicked open he chirped again. But he got no reply. The small beast snorted and took a small step forward. He'd get their attention.
With some effort he manged to zip past them into the inn. They had yet to make up their minds on how to drag him master to his room so he had his chance to get their attention. The little raptor plopped down in front of them at a decent distance that he would not be trampled and let out an angry cheep. The little raptor snorted and lashed his tail, hoping they would finally notice him. He actually knew where the room was and where the key was.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 26, 2012 20:52:12 GMT -5
Go in sideways? Reinhardt wasn't so sure about that, and from what he could tell from the brief look he shared with his brother, neither was Ambrose-- although to look of distaste on his face was more like than not due to simply being angry at everything at present. In theory, it was a good idea. In practicality, it was impossible with the door being closed, and for a moment Reinhardt questioned the fact that every other door in town was a saloon door save for this one. Still, there wasn't anything to be done about that and- BLAM, there went the door. The cogs in the heads of both Kaufmann boys turned extraordinarily slowly as they observed Pru bust the thing down altogether. Alright. Problem solved.
Before either man could move to turn their little group around and begin the slow process of entering the inn, Alaois came out of virtually nowhere. Sure, Reinhardt was sure he'd been somewhere in the background, there was a good chance that he'd just been tuning the little creature out up until now. Now that it brought itself to their attention, he finally realized that Alaois was remarkably imposing for such a tiny raptor, what with its determined stance and visible attempts to command the three humans to do its bidding, whatever that was. "What's it want?" Ambrose asked from somewhere behind him. "Dunno, but ah don't think that this fellow'd like it much if we trampled his dinosaur, kin someone shoo it off? " Reinhardt observed, giving a single heavy sigh as he began an attempt to maneuver around Hindrick's pet, taking slow and uneasy steps while a growing amount of concern formed within him once it became obvious that Alaois had little to no intention of getting out of the way.
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Post by alexharvey on Dec 27, 2012 11:29:50 GMT -5
A little too quick, Pru leaned forward in order to get a proper look at the short pet, the action was instantly followed by a hollow bump when her head hit the narrow halls' wall. It was nothing that hadn't occured before, in fact she hit her head quite regularly now and then, in this case it might even make for quite a dent, but she would just cover it with her fringe like she always did. She made only a short mental note to suggest the Inn's owners to widen the passage, what if they got a really fat guest one day? It wouldn't matter from which side he entered then.
She mustered the fluffs demeanor with a frown, trying to decifer the squeaking, fluffing, gesturing and sharp grunts. She soon figured the grunts were a sign of annoyance, possibly due to the three's lack of understanding whatever it was trying to tell them.
"Maybe it knows where the room is?", she suggested earning yet again uncomfortable looks.
"Well", she nudged the deadweight, "He is smart, the other one stayed out, so apparently it is smart too. Maybe that" she gestured toward the now jumping fluff, "Is smart too?"
"We could give it a try?" She glanced up between the other two in hope to actually receive an answer of sort for at least once. They were so apathetic it hurt, especially Reinhardt.
"Aaaaand if it doesn't work", she added slowly, "We can still set him down somewhere and ask. Is that a plan? Is it okay? Did I....recommend somehting plausible? Come on just nod or something!" Pru noted that it made her considerably nervous not to get an answer, she would have to change that. But not now, they were in a narrow hall, they were carrying a stocky short man-deadweight and those two were taking things a little too slow for her taste and she was going to evolve claustrophobia if this carried on for much longer.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 27, 2012 13:14:00 GMT -5
Alaois puffed his feathers up when the boys continued to ignore him and try to scooted around him. Were they dense? Maybe they just didn't hear him over all the bickering. Though the did see him. Maybe the where trying to ignore him. He snorted again and backed up so he didn't get trampled. The little raptor looked over to the girl, who seemed to know what she was talking about. Of course he was clever and of course he knew where the room was. The ones that needed help were the idiots carrying his master.
He let out a loud cheep and stomped his little feet and lashed his tail as the group started moving towards the wrong side of the inn. For such a small creature he made a hell of a lot of noise. The little beast turned to try to lead them towards the room. He continually turned to look while chirping angrily. He was a tad impatient with them, but for good reasons. Eventually, with his guidance, they would get to the room.
The Doctor during this was still very unconscious and being held by the three. It was probably for the better he was not awake for this, otherwise he would never leave his room from embarrassment.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 27, 2012 15:28:25 GMT -5
Both brothers studied the dinosaur for as long as they could without beginning to lose their balance. Ambrose didn't see how a dumb beast could actually be able to comprehend the situation (much less attempt to problem solve) and Reinhardt didn't see how exactly the dinosaur would be able to show them much of anything, what with the obvious language barrier and the massive visual impediment that was Hindrick Rospev. "Aw'right," the ginger gave in with a quiet huff. They might as well try anything at this point. In what could only be described as one of the most painfully slow procedure this side of Gwangi had seen in a while, the two (with the help of Pru) managed to reangle the whole system towards Alaois and edge in the general direction of the raptor.
"That's a mighty impatient animal, considerin' it's got no reference level fer the passage of time," Reinhardt remarked after the fourth or fifth commanding 'cheep', just about the same time they got to the door. He and Ambrose, whose silence was owed largely due to the strain of keeping Hindrick upright and his inability to get any words out between heavy pants, stood aside to give Pru some space to get the door open. The second she'd done so and was safely out of the way, they kicked into high gear and got Hindrick to the rickety inn bed as soon as humanly possible, dropping him ungraciously onto the mattress. With a literal burden taken off his shoulders, Ambrose flopped down onto the floor of the room and laid back, making a few sounds of objection to the amount of exercise he'd just gotten while his brother leaned against a bedside table to rest a moment.
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