[IK] Dead Man Walking | ходы игроков | Party IV: Steven and Jordan

STEVEN

You did well. You knew it.

You did not only well, but the right thing, too - and that’s much more difficult.

You wanted to be chasing the Man with Two Guns, but… This town needed you.

Sadly, you died during the Great Defence of Ellinwood.
Not really great, not really a famous thing - but for your, and everyone in the town, it was more important than half the wars in the world.



JORDAN

Oh man… Such a bastard he is.
Such a fucking bastard.

You fell on the floor with eyes wide open.
You didn’t expect Ed to be so mad, so furious, so fucking silly and greedy.

Fuck.


BOTH

A coyote was howling in the darkness.
Only the moon was shining over the Saint Maria’s Cemetery not far from Ellinwood.

Rows of grave stones stood silent, but there were two fewer of them, than yesterday.
The graves were dug up. They were next to each other, and there were people in them.

One of them was a hero called Steven. He opened his eyes and looked up from his opened casket. He was alive - but he didn’t know why or how.

The other one was a dancer called Jordan. She was in a similarly opened casket, looking into the sky.

And there was no other man on the cemetery.

Ooooo-kay.
Just ok.
Can't say nothing more right now. Two fckng hands just stronger than one, it's a fact. Or he and his brother wouldn't be so dead. Yeah, sure, he must be dead. Not so fckng alive! Steve raised his hand up. There is, his hands, absolutely. Okay. That wasn't a stupid dream. The graveyard, and his... yea, his grave. Steven Ingram. Unlucky, man.
Steven rose from the ground. They didn't take his boots? Nice people, very nice. (Or not?)

Nobody around? Steve han not been wanting someone see him.
Unlucky, man. Again.But this woman didn't look scared. More like, another living dead. Two dug up graves. Two people. Coincidence? Steve doesn't think so.
Should he asked her something? Like hello, or say a stupid joke?
Nah. Behave yourself as a live Steve.
- Miss? Should i call you Lady Midhnight or maybe not?

It was a strange dream. Or not a dream.

A strange man called her "sister", but Jordan didn't accept him. His manners caused the rejection.

The Ghost had been talking fully nonsense.

Why should she suddenly get mad or other stuff? She was shot down and she was angry. Who wouldn't be?

But this does not mean that now she will change because some rich guy from a dream want to make her better or insane. Thanks. Fuck off.

Now she was lying in the grave. It was cold and dark. The full moon was shining. Jordan tried to overcome anger and resentment, but she can't. In a dress from Paris stayed a hole.

Suddenly from the dark thoughts the girl was distracted by the voice. Jordan didn't know what meant this guy about the name of "Lady Midnight", but she had almost said rudeness. Too ambiguous meaning.

- What? - the only question the singer was able to squeeze out. - No! - she abruptly sat up in the coffin. Her answer was as sharp as the rise.

- Call me Jordan. Ehem... Are dead too? I'm a little bitchy right now and I wanna to get the fuck out of here to some warm and nice place.

Steve checked the revolver on his belt and then scratched his head. This miss said intresting thing. Intresting question. Get out of here? For real.
- I do not think that people will be happy see me inthe nearest saloon. Me, or you, Jordan. So, maybe not so warm and nice, but safe place?

- Coffin is a good safe place. Not nice and warm. Do I want it? Nooo. But the more important thing why you can't go to the saloon? And why you think I can't do it. O, I can. And I"ll be fine. Well... I can give you one of my dresses so you can too, - Jordan giggled, then gave an understandable wink.

- Dresses? You mean - your dress? No, thanks, maybe next time.
Steve looked at the woman appraisingly and sighed. It seems she was having fun, so there was no reason to start a row.
-Okay. Let's go and find something
On the way, the shooter planned to look under his shirt. It seems that he was shot three or four times.

Every cemetery was alike: lots of graves and empty silence.

Quite often you can find something useful here: maybe a box of matches, a ring or, maybe, some problems.
Today the Saint Maria’s Cemetery was depressingly empty, but with an addition of two dead human bodies.

You walked aimlessly for several minutes, until you saw a small light: it was shining in a window of the cemetery keeper’s hut, which stood not far from the cemetery. Not the best place to live.

When you approached it, you felt something terribly wrong.
Not saw, not heard - but felt.

Maybe it was just that the door was open in the middle of the night, or the fact that it was colored red. And, probably, not with paint.

The guardian's fate did not bother Jordan at all. She just passed by. The singer kept in mind her personal goals, so didn't bothering about any strangers.

"I just don't care. Blood. Whatever", - was her thoughts.

Steve looked at Jordan, and nodded. Indeed. Women like she, not really like go to such houses. Unlike curious gunfighters, which have six sense for troubles, like Steve. At least, she won't go far, while he check this.
- Lady, wait for me a second.

So, Steven came closer to the window and looked inside

- If you get shot I won't be crying so... be careful.

Jordan was bitchy and selfish, but nice time from time.

Blood.
It was everywhere. And some body parts, too.
The trunk of the body was still chained to the table in the middle, along with some candles and skulls, probably human skulls.
The whole room looked like a fucking butcher’s backyard.

The most horrifying thing was that there was a man sitting in the corner with a plate of some food, and he was eating it, while humming a somewhat cheerful song.

What the fuck is this? For real? He just eating, when the whole room looks like a blood bath. Steven went to Jordan and described, what he saw.
- So, we havn't got real weapons, or a bottle which can break of someones head. But i just want know, what happend. And also want kick his ass, cause it isn't normal. So i'll go and have some serious discuss with this fucker. You can help, it will be great, but don't go ahead. Let me first.

This was fucking madness! When Steven told his story Jordan felt herself sick. She closed mouth with palm so not to suddenly vomited when started imagining a nightmare's scene.

- Fuck it. Let's kick his ass, - whispered she. The lass looked around in searching for some weapon as a stone or stick and only then she silently followed Steven. Jordan stayed at the wall near to the entrance so she can perform fast and hidden attack. If necessary.

- Ok.
So, his companion agreed with the offer. So Steven returned, and kicked the door open with force.