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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
« Reply #30 on: March 08, 2015, 04:10:36 pm »
Duncan will find a spot at the bar and get himself a drink cause he needed one after that little show. He'd order the same thing he always did: Whiskey.
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« Reply #31 on: March 09, 2015, 04:27:16 am »
"Uh... right." Flynn mumbles nervously, watching the hot metal spew after each strike of the man's hammer. Grabbing the axles from the table, Flynn was careful not to drop them as he began to head back to the wagon. These lil' jobs were taking no time at all, which was always a bonus.

"Thank ye'..." Flynn mumbled nervously to the blacksmith, before hurriedly getting out of there; back to fresh air..
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« Reply #32 on: March 09, 2015, 06:58:32 pm »
DUNCAN

You take up a seat and knock on the counter, "The usual?" It was her working the counter again tonight, damn "Yellow Fever" probably has the bartender still in a death-grip. You order a whiskey and she tightens her blood-red corset, pushing her bust up; hoping she can squeeze a few extra tips for her beauty, outta your wallet. She bends over suggestively and picks up a bottle of drink, several of the more 'joyful' patrons whistled like wolves as they get a full-moon shown at 'em.

Slamming the shot glass on the table, filling up your glass of the strong beverage, she looks at you with her wide-eyes and places her elbow on the counter, gesturing for you to pay her.

Amy

After setting the grocer bag in the wagon, you'd headed towards Farmer Dave's little produce stand in the center of town. It was quaint and makeshift, with oranges and watermelons all piled in bins, behind these bins was a napping Farmer Dave with a sign around his neck: "Jus' take wat ya ned!" painted sloppily on the piece of plywood. Quietly you grabbed the pallet of jars that all contained the opaque beverage, with the jars having an emblem reading "MALK" molded into the glass, in stylish cursive no less.

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You walk out of the blacksmiths to find its gotten a ton more darker, the sky is now a beautiful array of oranges and deep hues of blue. The clouds begin to fade into the starry night sky, and the crickets begin their orchestra of night. The gentle patters of footsteps as people walk by break the stillness that has come over Lockjaw. In the distance you hear the merriment and shouts of drunkards breaking the silence.

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« Reply #33 on: March 09, 2015, 07:12:52 pm »
Duncan will quietly place his nickel on the counter and take his drink, keeping his stoic expression. She was beautiful, indeed but he wasn't the kind to show his emotions around Her. He'd then quietly down his drink and sit there, giving her the same stare right back into her eyes.
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« Reply #34 on: March 09, 2015, 07:46:29 pm »
"Jus' take what ya need, huh?" She said carrying the jugs of malk away. That meant she didn't have to pay for it, right? Awkwardly she tried to make eye contact and ask the question, but then she began to doubt herself and felt dumb for thinking about asking. It was obviously free to take. So she turned right around and took the malk back to the wagon.
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« Reply #35 on: March 10, 2015, 05:04:11 am »
"Dang alkies..." Flynn mutters under his breath. The view was outstanding tonight; darkness' shade was starting to be cast over Lockjaw, and the stars twinkled like cat eyes amidst the blackness above. Flynn gave the slightest of a smile to himself, before adjusting the stetson hat atop his head.

With that, Flynn went to took the axles back to the wagon. They'd gotten the job done pretty quick today; Flynn's mouth was already drooling somewhat at the thought of dinner.
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« Reply #36 on: March 10, 2015, 11:35:22 pm »
Gone

The ride home was quiet, eerily so. With only you riding home in the dwindling hours of twilight, telling how much time was left by how far your shadow stretched. Before you knew it, the prairie grasses turned their deep shades of midnight blue before being engulfed in total darkness. There was no mood out tonight to light your way home, only a lantern you kept lit on the board of the carriage. The remainder of the ride was spent in deafening silence.

Something caught your eye in the distance, it was bright, very bright. It illuminated the night sky in bright orange light... you felt your nerves begin to tense up. Slowly you go numb as you cross over the hill revealing what was left of your homestead. Slowly your mouths open producing the most stale of breaths, you felt the back of your head begin to buzz and your eyes wouldn't focus on anything. Duncan jerked the reins and sharply turned past the gate.

Up ahead in front of the house you saw your family, all lined in a row. Pools of their own blood soaking deep into the California soil. Ma' was the one closest to the house, her hand resting on the stairs to the porch, gripping her locket. Your father was in the very center of the homestead, perched up against a tree, head tilted downwards, one hand on his gun, and the other gripping his bullet wound. You could smell cooked flesh emerging from the houses busted windows.

You hop of the wagon, finding your dead family. On the ground you see papers scattered everywhere, all with various scribbles of hand writing on them. Along with many discarded shells and casing, with the burns of exploded dynamite sticks dotted around the homestead.

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« Reply #37 on: March 10, 2015, 11:41:10 pm »
"Both you, stay here and don't move." Duncan said sharply as he drew his gun from his holster. He hops off the vehicle and runs over to his Pa and made sure to grab his gun. He would take cover behind the tree and make sure the place was clear.
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« Reply #38 on: March 10, 2015, 11:51:55 pm »
Amy stared in disbelief. She smiled not because there was even a glimpse of happiness or the thought of ever being happy again, she smiled because she couldn't believe this was really happening to her. Amy's shaky hands were going numb and pins poked at her skin leading up her arms, and it grew in the back of her head. The feeling in her head was lost as her breathing hastened. Her brother mumbled something, but it came as a ring to Amy's head as she looked to the waste.

"No!" She cried out in a sudden burst, eyes reflecting the burning house, the image of her mother singed her corneas. "No! No! No!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs practically jumping out of the wagon. She'd lost all inhibition and ran to the burning house. Her hat flew off of her head, but she didn't notice at all. Amy jumped over patches of burning wood, flew over carnage and cried out the whole time, "Ma! Ma!" The heat of the blaze singed her tan face as she pulled Ma close to her. She looked around at the wreckage as she gripped Ma tightly, gently kneading her hands through her hair. Blood seeped into her, but her numb body couldn't feel the blood nor the tears puddling in her eyes; the tears couldn't survive in the heat.

The little cowgirl's eyes looked at the burning house as something fell down inside, the crackle and intense heat elevating. Her family dead, and the coop she held and protected so dearly, fire. Feathers and lumps of black carcasses lying in the dirt. Amy hugged Ma tightly, closing her eyes and wishing for it all to be a dream as she sobbed with no restraints into her mother's chest.
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« Reply #39 on: March 11, 2015, 05:06:56 am »
Flynn was as still as a statue, the orange light that burned his home and the flesh of the ones he loved being cast over him like some cruel spotlight. Flickers of light reflected in Flynn's horrified eyes, and all he could hear was the roars and screams of the inferno in front of him.

Embers and ash blown onto Flynn's face to awaken him from his state of paralysis, and he could vaguely hear his brother say something, but Flynn couldn't concentrate while his dead family were looking back at him. Shells. Used dynamite, and oh, the casings. The mere thought that one of those casings held the bullet that shot his dear Pa sent Flynn down to his knees, clenching his teeth and fists as the brim of his hat covered his wincing eyes. The cries of his sister sent Flynn's hands numb and uselessly laying by his sides.

Slowly looking up into the sky, huge tears rolled down Flynn's cheeks, and he screamed into the taunting night sky as far as his voice could let him. He didn't care if anybody knew - he didn't care at all any more.

But he was going to find who did this. And they would pay the debt of his family's lives and his sister's cries in blood.
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« Reply #40 on: March 11, 2015, 11:24:07 pm »


Red Rivers

Whether it was clutching those who passed on, swearing vengeance, or riding in the surrounding fields making certain that no scum were making a break for it. One thing was certain: Revenge. It was in those early hours of the day when you buried your folks out on a spot behind the hill, it was within those hours that one of you had to tell your remaining family in Lockjaw that their sister and husband had passed on, it was when the fires died down and you had to scrape out the charred remains of your grandparents out of the smokey wreckage of your house.

Tears were shed over the past couple of days, you've resigned yourselves to living in the small tool-shed behind your aunts house. Eating very little, gathering what little info you can find, and sleeping in crowded spaces on small beds of hay. Your only clue was the papers that were left on the dirt. You haven't got a penny to your name, and all you own are the clothes on your back, and everything inside the wagon.

They were covered in death threats and jokes at your family name's expense. Like this whole job was done out of spite. The only thing you've been able to figure out is that someone with or in a gang pulled this off. There's a symbol at the top of each corner of the paper, a mess of lines made to look like a crudely drawn river.



You're all sitting around your table that is situated at the center of the small tool shed. It used to hold all sorts of objects and tools, but now has a table cloth in the middle of it and a steel jug containing sweet tea that your aunt made when you arrived. The shed reeks of sweat, and the floors are covered in spilled booze or dirty clothes.

You hear someone give a gentle knock on the door.



The Trio (Ricochet)

Amy: {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Sewing Kit} {Keys To The Hen Coop} {12 Dollars In Change!}

Duncan: {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Half-Bottle of Whiskey} {Map} {Compass}

Flynn {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Trusty Hunting Knife} {Empty Leather Wallet} {Good Ol' Brass Harmonica}

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Wagon

Pulled by 4 Healthy Oxen, has plenty of storage space, nothing is broken on it.

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Trunk (Clothes Storage): {} {} {} {} {} {} {}


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Food: Okay: Eating at least three meals of day, not eating enough due to current events
Hydration: Great: Well nearby, clean water source
Hygiene: Poor: Not bathing, not doing laundry, not cleaning surroundings, outhouse (clean)
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« Reply #41 on: March 11, 2015, 11:41:47 pm »
God damn it, damn it all to hell. Stuck in a damn shack with only the sullen looks of his brother and the tears of his sister to constantly remind him how he's fucking failed. Failed as a man and as a protector to those closest to him. He took his bottle of whiskey and sipped quietly in his shame. But most of all, he was angry to those that did his old man in.

When the knock came at the door, he waved for his brother to get the damn door.
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« Reply #42 on: March 12, 2015, 12:00:16 am »
Amy stared from her hay bed at the short roof. It was dull, brown, and unlivly. Amy stared at the roof and kept herself lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't talked since she buried her Ma's grave, but even then it was grotesque sobbing mixed with mumbled words of goodbyes. She laid down looking up and fiddled the keys to the hen coop. They were useless now, but the only thing she had left of the old home and what life was before. Sometimes she'd tear up and cry a little bit more as she rubbed the coppery metal, and other times a fire would burn through her and jab at the side of her hay bed with the keys screaming revenge in her mind. Things had slowly become more like this. Simply, and calmly staring up at the roof. Not moving much, not saying much. Just thinking.

The knock phased her not. It was probably her Aunt, who she couldn't bare to look at; she resembled too much like her mother. She glanced at his brother to see what he would do.
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« Reply #43 on: March 12, 2015, 12:05:34 am »
Between the way her sister looks from the bottom of his whiskey bottle and his feelings for her, he stopped drinking. He stood up abruptly and sat his bottle on the table. He then pulled his pistol from his holster and kept it behind his back as he opened the door and peered out to see who was knocking.
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« Reply #44 on: March 12, 2015, 12:25:36 am »
At the door you saw your thin nephew carrying a dented steel tray, on it was some freshly baked bread, sweet smelling honey ham, and a few slices of yellow cake with homemade frosting coating the top. "M-Ma told me to bring this out to you guys. She's been real worried as of late. She's asking if you're okay.", he kept his eyes on the honey ham that was still sizzling and how the gloss on it, sparkled in the hot summer's sun. It all smelled so sweet, putridity so. Even with its delicious rustic simplicity, the whole meal felt like some insulting apology cake. "I-I'm s-sorry bout' yer' Ma'...." He sounds almost afraid, as he looks up he just stares at the table. Hoping that you won't lash out at him.

 

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