From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Reamer] Repost: a noisy entrance
Date: 7 Jan 1993 01:06:16 GMT
Organization: American Cyanamid Company
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ADMIN: Around the holidays, I posted an introduction to one of my minor
       characters.  It was one of those type of posts which I had expected
       some feedback on.  I have since found out that many News Administra-
       tors cleaned up the backlogs over the holidays, so I'm reposting the
       intro of Reamer.  Also, this takes place prior to Quig leaving the 
       bar.  Sorry, reposts can cause time paradoxes.

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"It had been a hell of a night" mused Quig, as he sipped his beer and
listened to the "battle of the bands".  He wondered what he'd gotten
himself into and whether he might regret his actions.  This was a rare
thought for Quig since regret was something he usually had during dire
moments, not while relaxing in a bar.  "Musings of an old man" he
muttered, as he relaxed and settled into his surroundings...

**************

The youth who 'crashed' through the pub's entrance caused everyone in
the bar to look up.  'Crash' was the appropriate term since the kid
had kicked the door open, and his grande entrance was punctuated by
a loud shout --

"YYYYYAAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  New dive... Man, that's dudin"

Quig almost dropped his beer when he saw the apparition that was making 
all the noise.  There stood a guy, no a kid, dressed in multi-colored
skin-tight pants, black leather vest, biker's boots, chains, wearing
wrap around sunglasses.  He had blonde hair, cropped close to his head
was topped with a spiked mohawk and tattoos.  The kid was arguing with
the robo-guard.

"No can do droid... it's all me" laughed the kid as he skipped away from
the robo-guard.  Naturally, the restraining arms went to grab him and ...
passed...right...through...him.

Viewing this, Quig took a large gulp of beer, closed his eyes real tight,
and shook his head to clear away this apparition.  But the kid was still
there and was now doing somersaults across the room, laughing the whole
time.

The bar's murmuring died down as most of the patrons gaped at the youth in
shock.  At least the humanoids did.  It's hard to say whether the aliens
found this in the least bit strange.

The kid stopped briefly, almost letting the robo-guard catch him (or at
least try).  He quickly scanned the bar, looking at each patron, ending
with the band.  Shaking his head, he jumped towards the jukebox while 
shouting "Bolts you slow, Reamer flies..."

The kid punched up a selection, and LOUD, EAR-SPLITTINGLY LOUD noise
(music?) erupted from the machine.  Quig and a number of other patrons 
had to clap their hands over their ears to alleviate the pain they were
experiencing from the noise.  The kid just whooped louder, laughed, and
started to dance.  No matter what the robo-guard tried, it could not grab
the kid.

**************

There was a limit to what Anthony would tolerate and what this kid was
doing had passed it.  Ignoring the robo-guard, Anthony rushed the kid and
grabbed him with one of his huge hands.

While trying to hold the kicking kid immobile, Anthony said "Crush not like
noise" and he kicked the jukebox into silence.  He then proceeded to go to 
the bar's door and throw the shouting youth out into the street.

**************

Reamer jumped to his feet and looked back at the bar's door.  A large smile
crossed his face and he yelled "WWWAAAAAYYYYY cool... and big!"  With that 
he turned and ran down into an alley, towards the lower-level access elevator.

Reamer stopped by one of the ventillation shafts, looked both ways, and
then popped the grill.  As he climbed in, closing the grill after him, a 
quiet voice asks "He in there, Reamer?"

"Nope.  Cartel's stashed him..."

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ADMIN: Reamer is not going to be a regular.  (With an entrance like that,
how could he be. ;)  He's currently involved with one of the threads, but
if you would like to use him in the future, contact me.

ADMIN: Also, I was unable to contact the author of Anthony, so I hope he
doesn't get upset with my using him.  My other character (Quig) was in-
appropriate for muscling Reamer out of the bar.

Carl Fogelin (fogelinc@cyanamid.com)
     "Sushi!  That's what my ex-wife called me.  Cold fish."  -- Blade Runner

     "Stilgar!  Is there worm-sign?"
     "Usal, there's worm-sign the likes God has never seen." -- Dune



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