He reached and shook Cranston's hand. "Just like seein' even odds, is all."
He took a look around, catching someone calling for a bit of help in moving particular items around. He turned to the others. "You guys stay here, I'll help whoever that is out."
Og made his way inside, intent on moving all the items Dale had mentioned were littered about the house.
The hits keep rollin'!"Yeah," He said turning to go inside. "I'll get some stuff from the attic. He then gabbed the box of photos and and the other items then came back down stairs. "I almost wish we had a car. Or a wagon or a wheelbarrow. I bet there was one in the barn." He sighed. "Well as soon as we're ready, let's torch the house."
"Somebody barbequin'?!""I'm Og," said the big man simply. It wasn't that he wasn't proud of his name or his heritage, it's just he didn't feel like explaining his very folksy name. "And it's not like I had anywhere else to be. I'm glad I turned out where I was needed."
He had begun piling items into his arms and hauling them to the porch for the group to go over. Og had an eye on the helmet and put in on his head for a few minute before leaving it with the rest of the items.
His eye caught the little envelope. That's mildly interesting, he thought as he picked it up and held it his gaze before putting it on top of a pile of clothes. The big ex-con continued hauling things to the porch.
edited 9th Nov '12 4:08:00 AM by mantlemask
The hits keep rollin'!Between the various bounty hunters helping to loot the house, it went by very quickly. Most of the food from the cellar as well as much silverware from the kitchen made it out, along with the box of memorabilia in the attic and the items already grabbed.
Once they had gotten everything they wanted from the house outside of it, it was seen to that the house began burning to the ground courtesy of Nathan. (With perhaps some help from Red as well.) Then, after anyone wanting the crowbar grabbed it, likewise happened with the animal pen.
Then it was a matter of moving everything they wanted to take back to the town. Between all of them, it would be fairly straight forward, just a bit harder than the trip out to the farm. This time, the trip took over an hour and a half, but it was still only just after noon by the time they got back. The same policeman who let them out of the gate was waiting on one of the rooftops next to it, and waved as they approached then headed down. Shortly after, the gate slowly opened and the policemen ushered them in.
"Everything went well I hope? Uh, bring anything you don't want?" The policeman asked somewhat hopefully. He tried not to sound pushy, since he knew that this salvage was essentially the bounty hunters' down payment.
Just a few minutes earlier, someone had been let in on the far side of town after confirming that they weren't burning in the sunlight or anything.
edited 9th Nov '12 4:40:05 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Steph watched the group walking around town, over the trip she'd introduced herself to the others and learnt their names, put apart from that the group stayed relatively silent for most of the trip. She was most suprised however at the presence of a young girl, when she enquired about it to Eve she was met with a staunch determination and claims that she could handle herself. Steph let the matter drop and was content in the groups acceptance of her. Apparently the large swede named Og had only moments before met with them.
Upon arrival Steph took the oppurtunity to speak and clarify the groups purpose.
"So you're here to kill a Vampire?"
edited 9th Nov '12 4:56:24 AM by Icarus24
It obviously isn't fast eough"I would like that helmet," Og whispered to himself as he eyed the item he'd been fooling around with.
The hits keep rollin'!Having asked the gate guard if the town had some pest that needed killing and finding out that a group of bounty hunters had just left a few hours ago was a bit distressing. Supplies were a bit low and he didn't have much to barter with. Still they had only been sent to burn down a farm, and the problem was apparently bigger than what was ever at the farm.
Either way talking to the sheriff was the smart thing to do. Seeing a large group of people, most likely the bounty hunters, entering through a different gate made him decide to talk to the sheriff right now before they had the chance to.
Stop caring and embrace nullness.Steph looked to the replier, Jerry if she remembered correctly, ex-military, that's right a 2nd lieutenant. "Huh," Steph pondered the information briely, "So working togethor to hedge your bets...I'm in."
She recalled them telling her they were burning down a staging area in the form of a barn and house and assumed the mentioned vampire was part of it. Apparently it was all postulation....
Upon hearing the short man's quick dismissal of the food, Steph was about to speak up in defence of keeping it incase of a more extended stay than expected. However she held her tongue and knew she had never earnt a can of it, it wasn't her place to speak.
Trying to ignore the matter Steph engaged Jerry in conversation, "Ex-military, huh? US forces I assume?" Underneath her shades Steph was eyeing off the Katana jutting out of his pack.
edited 9th Nov '12 4:26:04 PM by Icarus24
It obviously isn't fast eoughAt the gate where the group had entered, the policeman perked up a little. "Food? Well, Shevon said we're supposed to be letting you guys eat what you want while you're here. If you don't mind though, we could add that to our stockpile and see what can be cooked up with it" the policeman offered, extending a hand as an invitation to help carry said food.
Meanwhile, the as of yet nameless newcomer would find himself in a small sheriff's office, speaking to a woman in a brown police officer jacket with a badge, and a baseball cap that read 'sheriff' on it. She looked to maybe be in her early thirties, and had short brown hair sticking out beneath the cap. "Yeah, you could say we've got a bit of a monster problem" the sheriff said, leaning back and putting her boots up on the desk between the two of them. "We've already got some bounty hunters; they took up the work earlier this morning. Always good to have more hands on board though, if you want a cut. You can call me Sheriff Shevon" Shevon explained to the newcomer, despite the fact that the nameplate on the desk clearly read 'Sheriff Blark'.
"Of course, we're short on cash until a caravan comes through. You'd get a room and food for free, but no money until then" Shevon finished the simple offer that had been given to the other bounty hunters, and waited for a reply.
At the motel, Dale would find that he basically had his free pick of any of the rooms. It was one of those simple roadside motels, only two stories tall with all the rooms facing the former parking lot and a walkway/balcony in front of all the second story rooms. At one end there was a small lobby with a counter, where once upon a time people would've gone to pay for their rooms. The glass doors and windows of said small lobby were broken, probably long ago, and inside a door to a back room was currently open. Dale would be able to hear someone doing something in that back room; something mechanical or involving metal was about all he could tell though.
edited 9th Nov '12 5:40:45 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Getting to the motel, Dale headed towards the lobby, looking for where he could get a key for a room. As he walked towards the lobby to see who was in charge, he saw no one, but heard something coming from one of the doors. He approached the door and peeked inside as he called out "Hello? Anyone here?"

With not much else going on at the bottom of the stairs near the kitchen, Dale and the computer went right on down to the cellar for a brief moment. Seeing what was down there, he went to the front door and called out to everyone out there, "Hey, there's still tons of stuff in here, I don't think I can carry it all out myself. I'll try to get some food out of the basement, but there's still some boxes of fancy crap up there."