Numerian Gunslinger

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14 posts. Alias of david barker.


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i have been working doubles and triples for the last week or so


shakes his head, this is like a bad horror film. he gazes at those gathered in thought

i think ivan might be on to something.


inclines his head slightly in greetings greetings miss i was given a message to come here. i didn't mean to bother anyone


shakes his head slightly as he speaks
names Michael, i have lived in porter my whole life and use to play in these woods and never remember seeing this place before


Michael stands up and looks at ivan. before ivan stands a 6'3" man with grey eyes. he seems well toned with stubble on his head and face. he seems to stand at attention Thank you sir i was just slightly light headed. you're not from around here are you?


i am still here working my post


he lowers himself to the ground placing his hand on his head rubbing the front of it


he stares at the house something is familiar about like he has been here before, but when he can't place it


he runs down the left lane without stopping he seems to have the map memorized


shakes his head and begins down the path, pulling his cell phone out as he runs and hits play, as he does so metallica begins playing thru the speakers. he picks a steady pace as he goes. he let's his mind wonder back to his thoughts this morning. what did the dreams mean? when will they let him return too duty?


he makes his way to the boy, when he gets to the boy he kneels beside him.

are you all right, looks like you had quite the fall. here let me help you

takes his shirt and wipes the boys leg


puts the note in his pocket,slightly curious about it. he decides to put his shoes on and go to the forest for his fault run.
this might be your worst idea yet

he says to Himself as he climbs on his bike


at the sound of the knock on the door, he pulls himself away from his thoughts. he goes and pulls a blank t-shirt on over his head as he goes to answer the door. web he gets to the door he pulls it open

good morning how may i help you


Michael rolled out of his bed and looked out the window at the fields below, he hasn't slept well in days. he wasn't sure if it was the bad dreams, the forced leave he was on or just being in his parents house for the first time since they passed. he joined the air force to get away from porter but here he is again.