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Post by Luna on Aug 11, 2012 1:43:15 GMT -8
As the title reads this is a typical western.
The location is a dusty medium-sized town just outside of a desert in about the 1880's. About five miles west of town there is a large lazy river which occasionally floods during the winter and dwindles or dries during the hottest summer months. In the places were it floods farming flourishes.
To the east there are cliffs which tower over the town. Within the cliffs there's metals and other goods which miners mine and bandits try to steal from the miners.
But despite the wealth the land offers the town is relatively poor because of the lack of a railroad to transport goods.
There's the Mayor, of course, a sheriff, and various other town members which make the tight community. But there's also the criminals and the desert bandit groups which cause terror in the eyes of everyone who is not brave enough to stand up against them.
Striving for wealth and surviving are the towns biggest goals, but will these goals make the town turn to a group of bandits for protection, succumb to greed and corruption, or will they make their own way?
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So basically this will be about the life of an old western style town.
There will/should be DRAMA, realistic fighting (minor witchcraft... like.. deviation or voodoo type mind control would be OK if it makes sense for your character) and groups of bandits and corrupt police and the likes.
There can only be ONE sheriff/mayor at a time but the position can be passed on and such.
So yeah!!!!
I'll just.... put this here.
And just for shits and giggles... try to make the speaking western. Because it's fun.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 11, 2012 19:53:31 GMT -8
Name: Tommy 'Quickshot' Jones
Age: 23
Orientation: Heterosexual
Place of birth: Tombstone, AZ
Occupation: Bounty Hunter Bandito
Bio: Tommy's parents moved out west during the American expansion, dad got sick and died away, mom fell into a depression and Tommy joined a gang at the age of 13. He is known throughout Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. He is very good at what he does.
Weapons: Tommy carries a big hunting knife with him at all times, along with two six-shot revolvers, the one he has in a holster on the right side of his hip has a golden mermaid on the handle. Also has a pump action rifle slung across his back most the time with a clip size of 7.
Appearence: 6' 0" 180lbs 5 'o' clock shadow, a dark brown coboy hat and a duter, black cowboy boots with silver spurs, blue jeans and tan leather chaps. A brown leather belt around his waist with a belt buckle that had an ingraving of the letters TJ on it and a bullet dent on the left side of it. Grey button up which was usually untucked with one cuff buttoned the other undone. and a black bowtie
Tommy rides a grey clydesdale named Riot.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 12, 2012 13:25:39 GMT -8
As Tommy rides into town people stare and observe, him pulls Riot up outside of the Saloon hitching him to a pole outside. He steps inside and the room goes quiet besides from the sound of cups and glasses being set on the table.
"Billy McGregory." Tommy's words were as heavy as stone in the mans heart.
"Yes?" A long haired man sitting at the bar said.
"You have a $200 bounty on your head, dead or alive." Tommy dropped his duster on the ground. "The choice is yours."
The man grunted and brushed his jack back behind his back revealing the signature double pistol holster of his. "You sir reckon you can just waltz up in 'ere and demand from me to come with you?"
"I reckon I can." Tommy said with a grin
The man spun around and before he could he could draw Tommy lifted his pistol and put two rounds into his chest, on in the sternum and the other right in in the heart.
"I told ya I could." He said as he walked over to the man and put a bullet inbetween his eyes before sitting down and ordering a drink.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 12, 2012 18:59:59 GMT -8
Name: LueAnn Jeffries
Nickname: Lue the Gravefiller, or Lue for short(Dead men call her Ann)
Age:22
Origin:New Orleans, Louisiana
Occupation:outlaw
Bounty: $3000
Appearance: long brown curls pulled back into a ponytail and side swept wavy bangs. A nice oval face tan from the sun and light hazel eyes. She stands 5'7" weighs 145 pounds and has an athletic build. She wears red button up, black cowboy hat, black bandanna around her neck, She wears blue jeans black chaps. Around her waist is black belt with two holsters for her twin revolvers and around her left pistol is a whip. She rides a black stallion named Soul.
Bio:LueAnn was born a daughter of a very wealthy plantation owner. One who could afford two estates one in Georgia and another in Louisiana. She was bored with this privileged southern bell life and stole her fathers whip, and two of his revolvers when she turned 16. She then held a carriage driver at gunpoint and rode till she hit the midwest. She then killed the carriage driver and left him with what became her signature, a lipstick kiss on his jawbone. After that she had killed the major, the governor and 23 other men. With these kills she steals their money and lives a very posh life for an outlaw in the middle of nowhere in a cabin long forgotten due to fear of Indians.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 12, 2012 19:22:47 GMT -8
LueAnn sat at the other end of the bar with a bottle of scotch watching the bounty hunter make his kill. She pulled down her hat farther down her face to hide it. Her ponytail fell in messy ringlets halfway down her back. The bartender turned to look at her knowing she had a much heavier bounty and she blew him a kiss and he shut up and ignored her as she took a swig from her bottle.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 12, 2012 20:51:08 GMT -8
Out of the corner of his eye Tommy caught the women pulling down her hat, picking up his drink he walked over and sat down, leaving a seat inbetween them. "Now what brings a pretty lady such as yourself to a lousy bar like this.." his voice trailed off into a whisper only she and the bartender could hear, "Miss. Gravefiller." He slammed back a shot of whiskey and beckoned for another.
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Post by Cat on Aug 12, 2012 21:21:20 GMT -8
Popular name: Betsy the Rose Age: 25 Gender: Female PoB: Somewhere in the Mojave Orientation: Gold digger Occupation: Brothel and Dance hall Manager / Prostitute Appearance: A dark-brown haired beauty with hazel eyes. Betsy is a curvy in all the right right places, and never off from showing her stuff. She is 5'6". Betsy keeps her hair up in a in a high bun, with her hair parted in a middle and curls on the side of her face. Always around her neck is a small flower pendent, hung by dark red ribbon around her neck. Recent History: For the past couple of years, Betsy has been running the brothel and managing the dance hall inside the three story bar. She's a stern woman when it comes to her ladies but otherwise a playful flirter. Betsy spends quality time with only the high rollers, whom are mostly men but she doesn't stray from the high paying woman. Betsy has the reputation of being the "Mom" in her little group of painted girls. --- Popular Name: Abby Smalls Age: Sixteen Gender: Female PoB: Colorado Orientation: Straight? Occupation: Dancer Appearance: A small framed child with wavy black hair, usually kept in the fashionable tight curls. She has brown eyes. Abby reaches only about 5'2" in her dance heels. History: An only child whose parents were killed a few years ago. She fled her home of Colorado with no particular destination. Eventually she winded up collapsing in the desert, but was luckily found and brought to town. Abby takes up residence in the saloon as one of the newest dancers. Betsy is fiercely protective of her. --- Name: Nathaniel "Jug head" Smith Age: 24 Gender: Male PoB: This Town Orientation: Straight Occupation: Deputy Ahahahe not mine |
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Post by Cat on Aug 12, 2012 21:37:27 GMT -8
Betsy would come out from her room upon hearing the gunshot. The woman stood on the second floor, looking down from behind the railing. She watched as a few men picked up the body and took it outside. A frown fell on the woman's face followed by a sigh. The woman's hands glided across the railing as she headed for the stairs. Her other hand touched the flower pendent around her neck, covering her breasts as they bounced. Once she reached the bottom, her hand would fall to loosely back to her side. Betsy's gaze went across the front room of the saloon before she fled past the swinging doors next to the bar and into the dance hall. On stage was a couple of her girls, merrily dancing to the music being played on the piano. The room was curtained in smoke, but she'd grown to longer notice the smell of alcohol and tobacco that came with it. Betsy would waited near the swinging doors she entered, scanning the room once again as if searching for someone.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 13, 2012 6:55:07 GMT -8
Lue smirked taking another drink of her scotch and let out a small laugh. "Silly me, I thought someone like me can use the company of non wealthy people. They're too touchy for my taste." She said pushing back her hat. "Also I suppose there is no point point in hidin' anymore. Mr.?" She started not knowing the rest of his name.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 13, 2012 11:27:39 GMT -8
"Jones" He said extending a hand to shake, "Tommy Jones, a pleasure." He took half the shot, knowing how dangerous the woman could be he wanted to keep a clear mind. Tommy drew his pistol and casually placed the barrel against the womans ribs "I want no commotion here, if word gets out that Miss. Lue Gravefiller is here in this very bar well ma'am, every drunkard with a revolver will draw on the both of us. We don't want that do we?"
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Post by Lance on Aug 13, 2012 12:05:47 GMT -8
Name: Charles Tiberius Jones Nickname:Tibs Age: 24 Gender: Male Orientation: Straight. Occupation: Outlaw Appearance:  Bio: Charles or "Tibs" as he prefers grew up in a small town, working most of his life to help his father support their family he lived a pretty ordinary life until the age of 16 when his town was shakin up by a group of outlaws, the sheriff just so happened to be his dad, sadly enough he was one of the first to be gunned down right before Tibs eyes. He left his town after the shooting with a growing hatred in his heart for the ones who murdered his father. Years later at the age of 20 Tibs would have his revenge travelling into a town on his midnight black horse, the outlaws had entered the town long ago and had since grew a family of their own. When Tibs saw them the anger he had caged up was released at once, without questioning them Tibs shot the members who had attacked his town. Seeing him as the killer the sheriff of the town began to shoot at Tibs, only to be gunned down aswell. He placed the gun away and rode off leaving town, he had avenged his fathers death but only to become what he once hated most, an outlaw. Since then Tibs has went from town to town robbing banks, killing several and building a notorious reputation. |
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Post by Lance on Aug 13, 2012 12:18:45 GMT -8
Tibs made his way into the town riding on a midnight black horse. He stopped at a saloon, getting down from his horse as his back cowboy boots hit the dusty ground, his twin revolvers close by his side, he made his way up to a pole tying the horse off. "At'a girl..." He said patting the horse before walking around and up the steps, he tipped his hat down slightly before pushing the doors open and stepping inside watching as men carried a body outside. He smirked lightly making his way over to the bar and ordering a fresh one. He couldn't help but hear the man and woman speaking with one another.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 13, 2012 17:50:57 GMT -8
Lue smiled it was a dangerous smile one that showed her pretty white teeth a tip off that she had a pleasant upbringing. "Well Mr. Jones. I always liked a bit of commotion. If I didn't I wouldn't have left little New Orleans." She said leaning in toward Mr. Jones so he was mostly in between her and the other patrons. "Hate to disappoint you Mr. Jones, but I Lue the Gravefiller don't kiss on the first date." She said rather loudly as the bartender swung a sawed of shotgun from under the bar and jabbed it at Tommy. Giving Lue enough time to jump over the bar and the first ten bullets to race after her and toward Tommy. "Thanks Sugar." She said to the bartender positive that he will be dead in the next ten seconds as she dived for the cellar door and slipped in. She charged through the cellar and through a secret escape hatch that opened at the back of the bar.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 13, 2012 18:33:16 GMT -8
Tommy back handed the barrel of the shotgun up and to the left right before it fired, a ricochet bounced off the chandelier and struck him in the left shoulderblade. In an instant tommy's gun had changed direction and was now pointed at the bartender, three shots one dead center collar bone and one in each breast. As the man dropped suddenly the bar stopped moving. Tommy stood and loaded five shots into his revolver and drew the other one, holding them out at the room hovering from left to right. "I'll be damned, the bitch is getting away" He holstered his pistols, "Attention y'all I now have a personal vendetta against this fine lady. Anyone who assists me will have a cut of her $3000 bounty. I know some of y'all have families to support and I will be giving up my cut to add to the pot. I just want this bitch dead." A few jaws dropped at the mention of the price on her head. "Which of y'all are man enough to join me and which of y'all err just some yellowbellied cowards?"
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 13, 2012 18:39:37 GMT -8
LueAnn stood at the back of the bar and under the sounds of fire she walked around and fired at the rein tie that held her horse in place. The horse jumped, but a low whistle coming from Lue calmed the beast and Soul came clappiing to her. She jumped on the horse and gave it a quick kick in the ribs and the horse stood and turned and headed to the front of the bar. The woman leaned down as the horse slowed. Lue fired a shot into the bar killing one of the men dead. "Don't go on a dead man's errand boys." She warned and gave a wink at Tommy, "Seeya later Sweetie." She said as she rode off toward the west where the most residential cover was.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 13, 2012 18:42:16 GMT -8
Tommy sprinted out of the bar leaving his duster behind unhiched Riot and hopped on spurring it in the direction of the girl, "Oh Luuuuuuuueee, you gots some splainin to do." He pulled his rifle off of his back and took a shot, aiming for the horse, trying to hit it in the leg/ass.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 13, 2012 18:45:58 GMT -8
Lue saw the Tommy coming out the bar, she cursed and then kicked the horse again and it reared up and turned in the air and ran toward the alley ways for cover as a bullet zipped by and nicked the horse's rear and it charged wildly ahead as Lue struggled to control the horse as she whistled to calm it down.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 13, 2012 18:53:14 GMT -8
Now that the horse was injured Tommy redirected his shots to the woman "We can avoid all this you know! All I want is the money, I am not a man of morals!" He took five shots at the woman, hoping one would make contact or at least knick.
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Post by Jaziline on Aug 13, 2012 18:59:37 GMT -8
Lue clung tightly to the horse staying low, "Well Mr. Tommy. I am a woman who loves her freedom." She said as the shots zipped by her one catching her cheek and she rolled from her horse not wanting the stallion to take anymore damage. She clicked her tongue telling it to head back home. She would meet him there. She rolled behind a row of water barrels. She held her gun ready in her left hand and her whip in her other simply waiting for Tommy to sneak up on her.
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Post by Brendan on Aug 13, 2012 19:04:52 GMT -8
Tommy watched as the horse rode off without the woman. He dismounted his horse, stroked his mane and patted his nose pointing back towards the saloon and the horse left. "Now Miss, I reckon we can strike a deal here." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a bag of tobacco and some papers rolling himself a cigarette "I figure you're a smart woman, and I'm one hell of a shot. So lets think of a plan for that money, because if this carries on the two of us are either gon' be injured or shot dead on the spot."
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