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Title: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 05, 2015, 11:03:35 am: Stuff (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZF1KRnkKNlc)

The rising sun lapped over the lazy tall-grass that blew gently with the wind in the prairie. You could hear the roosters morning call, even with your pillow covering your head; underneath was your muffled snoring as your dear mother called, "Ya'll best be coming down now, or else your food goes to the cattle!". Her sweet voice echoed up the dusty flight of splintering stairs. Below you could hear the usual rustle and bustle of your parents, and their parents scrambling to get plates. Glass plates clinked together as they pulled'em from their home in the cupboards, you hear the heavy thunk of the milk jug being set on the table, and you hear the sizzling bacon's scent protrude from the cracks in your wooden floor.

It smelled so good. Best be getting out of bed now before grand-papa takes all the flapjacks.

[[The intro is going to be very broken up, more details of the ranch, town, your life, etc... etc... will come into play with each update.]]
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 05, 2015, 11:05:04 am: Quote from: Furaotic on February 25, 2015, 09:53:17 pm
Amy groaned, feeling exhausted from watching the hens so late last night. Recently, Amy could see coyotes out on the horizon and at night their deep howls kept her awake and worried. Amy slowly rose from her bed like a vampire from a coffin. The light was already piercing through the slits in her blinds lighting up her tanned, freckled face. Amy blew a strand of hair out from her tangled rats nest, and slipped out from the sheets onto the floor. Amy stretched as the roosters cooed from the barn, her arms felt sore from putting in the extra mile of work, and her feet felt blistered from walking around in those boots all day. They were starting to get a bit too small for Amy, but she loved them too much to get rid of them.

The clacking of silverware and dishes was inviting to Amy as she stepped down the stairs wearing her blue blouse. The color was amplified by the bright, morning sun. She wore some patchwork cozies, that weren't all that comfy, but great for not having to get dressed so early. Amy walked into the kitchen with a loud yawn, her hair piled high, uncombed and leaning like the tower of Pisa.

"Mornin' Pa, Ma." Amy said as she morosely pulled out a chair. She watched her Ma cook and her Pa reading up on something. "C'n I get a lil' extra bacon this mornin'?" Amy asked fiddling with her fork. Her stomach growled at the smell of delicious pork sizzled. Her favorite.

Quote from: Lorknis on February 25, 2015, 09:58:43 pm
John grumbled as he lifted his head from his warm pillow. The Sun was piercing through the veil of his window onto his blackened eye which he then instictivly covered with the hand not under the pillow. He eventually rose from his bed and got dressed quickly. Grandpa always took the flap-jacks and if he wanted any, he'd have to hussle. He tried his best to hurry, but the most he could muster up was a slow shamble down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He let out a quiet, "Morning." Before shuffling over to the seat next to Sis.

Quote from: Furaotic on February 25, 2015, 10:07:15 pm
Amy watched her half-dead brother walk into the room. Amy wondered who was looking more ragged this morning. "Late night for you two?" She greeted John with a quaint morning smile. A puff of her hair slumped to the side touching her face which she put back up.

Quote from: Lorknis on February 25, 2015, 10:11:17 pm
"You could certainly say that." He said quietly to her as he felt on his person what he had. Last night was rough when another bar fight started and someone said just how cute Amy was. He quietly poured a bit of whiskey from the bottle he saved into his morning coffee and sipped.

Quote from: Furaotic on February 25, 2015, 10:20:39 pm
Amy rolled her eyes as John poured the whiskey. He was already going at it this early. No wonder he's so tired... She looked back to her parents to see if they saw him, as if they would mind very much. Maybe Ma, but Pa.... He wouldn't mind that much. As Amy looked around the room aimlessly to the sound of cooking food, she noticed a small bruise on her brother's neck. "Didja run into a door or sumpin again, John?" She giggled as she hovered a finger dangerously close to poking the sore.

Spoiler: ooc (hover to show)
((hope you don't mind I'm assuming there's a bruise on John. Just tryna keep things interesting))

Ma' turned around from the stove, holding a hot skillet with two mitted hands, waves of heat emanated from the bacon inside. "Careful now its still- oh, Lord." Ma' looked at Amy with a stern look that could make a coyote stand at attention. "Amy, you know what I dun' told you about sitting at the table with out your hair done up. Now go back upstairs and straighten yourself up, thank ya' hon." She set the sizzlin' skillet right at the center of the table, with it resting on her oven-mitt.

"Yeah, we don't want them slavers out in the south to take ya' away." Your Father cackled from behind his newspaper, before quickly being swatted by Nana. "Hey! What did I say about them jokes?", she said pulling down his newspaper as he rubbed the back of his head. "Alright Ma', you don't have to hit so damn hard." She then swatted him again for cussing at the table.

"Now you two knock it off. No wonder your kids dun' turn out like they did." Your pappy said grabbing three flapjacks onto his fork and plopping down on his plate. An awkward silence so thick you could cut it with a knife, loomed over the table as everyone silently gathered their food, and hopefully Amy got up to gussy herself up.

Quote from: Lorknis on February 25, 2015, 10:58:44 pm
John was about to tell his Sis, but before that could happen, Ma got to her first. He smiled and said, "I'll tell you later Sis. You better hurry up though, else your food will pull a magic trick and disappear."

Quote from: Furaotic on February 25, 2015, 11:07:42 pm
Amy pulled her finger away from John. "Awh but Ma...." Amy lightly thumped her nimble hands on the table. She looked to Ma, pouting her pout. Her eyes glistened, but Ma wasn't budging. Ma nodded her head to the direction of the stairs and got back to cooking. She glared at grandpa as he stacked up the flackjacks. This morning she could vividly taste the grossness of morning mouth, but now she could taste something bitter.

"I hope you choke, you ol' coot..." She grumbled to her self as she stomped up the stairs and into her room where she would roughly, and quickly, comb her hair to modest perfection.

Spoiler: OOC (hover to show)
Where is small text when you need it :(

Quote from: Jakers on February 26, 2015, 03:42:19 am
Flynn's head was tiredly slumped against his pillow, and it was a huge struggle for him to get up. Last night was... quite a night. He'd only just started to go into bars and stuff, and his brother was always starting fights. Flynn tried to help last night - nobody talked about his sister like that - but bar fights weren't really his strong point... he wished he was a good brawler, and tough... like his brother.

"Guhhh..." Flynn groaned, but his eyes widened as he smelt bacon. Breakfast! Crap - he wasn't going to miss it again! Jumping out of bed and quickly and roughly making himself look somewhat presentable, Flynn burst out his room, almost bumping into Amy as she stormed up the stairs.

"Y-yikes! Sorry, Sis... did ma... u-uh..." Flynn began, but his sis had already gone into her room, looking somewhat annoyed. Flynn would have thought on the matter more, if bacon wasn't available for eating!

Flynn stormed down the stairs, slowing down once he entered the kitchen with a concerned look.
"S-Sorry ah' slept in a bit... last night was... u-uh... busy!"

The skies were a deep blue, with only the thick fluffy pure-white clouds hovered way up in the skies like ships sailing in the sea. You could smell the sweet aroma of flowers as your boots creaked the floor panels of your porch, looking out at your lay of land you took a deep breath savoring the scent of pine and oak that surrounded your house. Green grass with patches of dried grass grew in front of your house and stretched all the way to the front gate way up wonder, it stood boldly against the yellows and golds that surrounded it.

You squinted, the sun was especially bright today, causing heat to rise out of the dirt path leading to the barn. Crunch, your footsteps echoed throughout the prairie as you walked down the dried out dirt path towards the barn; where your mother was, preparing the wagon for your trip into town.

Light poked into the barn through the small cracks and holes that littered the barns roof, causing beautiful sun-rays to shine over the wagon and your mother who was preparing it. More sunlight was let in as you and your siblings pushed the large wooden doors open, startling your poor ole' mother.

"Heaven above!", she jumped back clutching her heart. "I didn't think ya'll would be out here so soon," She paused as she looked over Amy. "You look beatiful, see what happens when you take care of yourself. Here let me straighten up your hair... no, no.... stop moving. I gotta get it up under your hat- boys, would you finish getting the bulls hooked up to the wagon?" Your mother asked helping Amy with her hair.

Quote from: Lorknis on February 27, 2015, 10:23:52 pm
"Ya Mama, it shouldn't be a hassle. Flynn, grab the other please." John said in his usual stern voice as he grabbed the reigns of the other bull and led it out in front of the wagon. Today was going to go to shit quick and it wasn't his hang-over talkn'.

Quote from: Furaotic on February 27, 2015, 10:42:00 pm
"Ma! M' hairs fine!" Amy tries to push away the brutal, protruding fingers of Ma, but they're no match for her unskilled hands and Ma pecks and pokes at Amy's head from under her hat. Amy is silent and takes the abuse as she watches her brothers do all the hardwork. Secretly, she felt like doing all the heavy lifting with'm, but not, it was just the 'look-pretty-sew-neatly' life for her.

Quote from: Jakers on February 28, 2015, 02:14:59 am
"Gotcha," Flynn said, taking the reign of the other horse, briefly petting it before moving leading it to the wagon. "C'mon, girl, over ye' come." Flynn cooed to the horse, following his brother as he squinted in the sunlight. T'was a dang good day today; perfect for travelling, and no matter how long he stayed here, Flynn had always loved the captivating aroma around his home.

Either way, Flynn wanted to get this outta' the way A.S.A.P. He had some moolah to win later, after all.

"Alright, ya'll remember what ya' need to pick up in town?", she asks you. Making sure you have the list.

Flynn pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with pencil markings showing their "chore list" of things to do in town, while his brother takes the reins of the cattle and helps his sister into the wagon. She knocks John's hand away as she climbed into the seat next to him.

*insert your responses here* [If you wish, just RP your responses. I really want to get the ball rolling, also I might make some bits more fictionalized. I might need to look it up, but I'm going to have parts of the railway already complete; but only in very busy parts of California.

"Alrighty, supper should be done by the time you get back home. Now git goin' I want you guys back before sun down." You both spanks the Bulls on the behind, spooking them and causing them to dash out of the barn full-speed. Pulling the reins left, you all swing the wagon out of the yard and into prairie, with a large cloud of dust trailing behind you. Behind you, through the thick clouds of tan-colored dust: you see your mother, hands over her chest slowly waving goodbye. Before walking off back towards the house.

Far Away (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IkvAb6THQY)

A Ennio Travels Production

Your wagon rattles across the rocky dirt path, dusty clouds trail behind the worn-out wagon wheels. Tall grass gently flows with the California breeze that blows throughout the prairie this sunny afternoon. The smell of leaves and sand punctuate the air, with your nose slowly becoming clogged as dirt kicked up by your bulls flies into your face.

Screenplay By: Vinny Jackson and Marty McDonald

Past the kicked up dirt, and through your squinted eyes you see it: The Town of Lockjaw. The rickety sign pointing towards the town, collapsed as you passed by it. On the side of the road you see some men, all dressed in bright blue and red clothing. All armed to the teeth with rifles, shotguns, and large bundles of dynamite are strapped around their waist or across their chest. Must be damn prospectors.

Starring: Furaotic as, "Amy Ricochet", Lorknis as, "John 'McShale'", and Jakers as, "Flynn Ricochet"

You fly into town, John pulls back on the reigns causing the bulls heads to jerk back. They roar but slowly begin to stop. A few people jump out of the way as you stop in front of the: "Fat Pioneer Saloon". Reaching into his pocket Flynn pulls out the list of "chores" and shows it to everyone in the wagon.

Music By: Flint Westwood and Geoff Crossings

List of chores:

-Pick up a case of ~~malk~~ milk
-Drop off the crates filled with Deer Corn over at Mikey's
-Stop by your aunties and tell them we'll head down to Jackson by Friday
-Head into the saloon and tell the pianist there that his money is coming
-Make sure to grab sugar and salt by the general store, and if Marley is there; tell 'em I said HI
-Then pick up some axles from the smithy, then replace the ones on your wagon before you head home

-XOXOXOXOXO Mom

PS: Don't tell your father this but, I'm picking him up a surprise from Marley

Quote from: Lorknis on February 28, 2015, 03:34:43 pm
"Alright you two, in order to make this quick I want both of you to grab the malk, drop off the deer corn, and head by Aunties. I should be able to cover everything else." He said as he hopped off the wagon and picked up the Case of Deer Corn to hand it to Flynn.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 05, 2015, 11:10:05 am: [[I quoted everyone's old posts, and had to reformat some stuff. Where Furaotic wished the small font was back (when Amy muttered under her breath) I gave that a 8pt font. So yeah, we're all set.]]
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: Jakers on March 05, 2015, 01:47:26 pm: "Yeah, yeah... I remember what to go n' git, ma..." Flynn lies, squinting under the sun at the list of chores. He wasn't the strongest reader that ever existed, so it took him a while to look through the list. The sun was beating down on his back, causing sweat to drip down under his broad hat.

"Well uh... I wouldn't mind poppin' to the saloon to git' that out the way real quick." Flynn says with a somewhat nervous tone. The truth was that Flynn wouldn't mind going to the saloon to get the chore done, and to quickly win another game of Five Finger Fillet to earn a few bucks... it wouldn't hurt! He'd just return to the gang later as if nothing ever happened.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 05, 2015, 07:54:35 pm: Amy looked at the bustling morning town. The sun was now directly overhead and Amy's hat created a nice, cool shade for herself. "I go 'n grab the suger 'n salt!" She said with enthusiasm, as her fine boots started to move across the rugged, dirt road. "Now don't you get into any trouble while I'm gone, you two!" Amy turned her head and gave her precious brothers a smile, and then refocused her attention to getting to the general store.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 05, 2015, 11:25:21 pm: Duncan

Grabbing the heavy crate full of what is essentially toxic deer bait, you go to hand it to someone. Nearly dropping the crate on your foot. *THUD* the crate shouted out as it slammed on the hard sandy path. Luckily it didn't shatter, behind you, you see your brother head into the saloon, and over in the distance you see your sister head into the general store.

And then there's you, with a crate of bait at your feet with a dumb look on your face. People are starting to stare at the beautiful Ricochet boy as if he'd become mentally handicapped from tonic abuse.

Flynn

Sunlight flooded the musty and dusty saloon, with the light revealing the thick dust particles that floated through the air like calm snow on a cold November day. It smelled of stale malt liquors, piss, with a hint of dried blood permeating the air. Upstairs you heard "escorts" whistling towards the more drunker patrons to a nice night with them, the slamming of piano keys boldly stood out against the loud chatter of its patrons, then there was the sound of the town drunkards pissing their time away in the small corner of the bar:

"Ja' fukn' wetalds you *hic* arre. I meahn I spent maih deys in dis ere' bar and what'd I git, no-tin' not a go-*vomiting*. *burrrp* n-nnot a gooshdurn ting!"

"Shit yer' mouth larnny, I don' wanna git toss-d ourt agave!"

"Baah, fuk you all."

He drunkenly stumbles towards the entrance, colliding into you before falling flat on his face as he passed through the doors.

On the other side of the bar there's some men and women gathered around a smelly and bloody table, with a man sitting on one side. Quickly stabbing the table, with his hand spread out where he is stabbing, barely missing his fingers and showing great control over where that knife goes... even without looking. He looks like he's chatting up some of them girls that pa' don't want you hanging around.

This man's opponent, looks pretty tough but his hands tell all. He's jittery, afraid, and before you know it- "GAHH FUCK!" blood leaks off the table, amassing other deep-red puddle around the table's left legs. The butch man then gets up from the table, sobbing and holding his gashed open finger, shaking violently as he walked out.

"Hey you, over at the entrance. You look pretty tough, wanna go a round!?", he arrogantly shouts at you holding up the saloon's Five Finger Fillet knife.

Amy

Swinging open the door, followed by the familiar ringing of the bell, you enter the quaint general store with a little bit of everything for day-to-day existence. Taking in it's dusty wooden smell as you walked past the small shelves containing: "Mr.Pooties Beans" "AJ Brand Health Tonic for Gingivitis" and "Sweeney Toad's Blood Candies: For Soar and Dry Throats".

In the back behind the counter you see Marley, a man with a handle bar mustache and the hair of a fancy pugilist. He looks up and a smile begins to emerge from that bushy blonde mustache that graces his well-chiseled face. "Well if it ain't [Ma']Mary-Ann's daughter. How is she doin' anyhow?", he politely asks you in that charming voice of his. He reaches under the counter, what ever he's grabbing at it sounds like its in a brown paper back. It might be your father's surprise.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: Jakers on March 06, 2015, 04:16:07 pm: Weaving through the drunk people, Flynn grins a little to himself as the butch man walks past. This game sure did get to people who weren't ready for it; even the strongest around.

Tilting his head up slowly at the challenge, Flynn pretended to look surprised. He'd done this more times than he could remember; this guy was either new around here, or pretty damn good. Either way, Flynn wasn't going to turn down a challenge. Flynn has gambled before though; and he knew bluffing your opponent was a good start to a bet.

"Huh? Uh... I ain't played much..." Flynn mumbles, pretending to look nervous as he tilts his hat a little. "But... I ain't gonna refuse a challenge now, am I?"

Flynn sits by the table with an unsure look on his face, swallowing hard as he looked at the blood coming from the table. But this was all just acting; Flynn knew damn well how to handle a knife - and he was used to seeing blood round this spot.

"Uh... should I go first...?"
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 06, 2015, 05:01:23 pm: "Gah... god damn it. I swear on high that boy doesn't listen..." He mumbles to himself as he picks up the crate and begins to where it needs to be dropped off.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [Furaotic you gotta post mang!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 12:16:23 pm: [[bump]]
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [Furaotic you gotta post mang!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 07, 2015, 04:12:11 pm: Amy smiled at the family friend and tipped her wide hat. "She's doing very well, Marley!" She said as she walked past the short, stubby shelves with goods on them. Amy glanced for moment at the bubbling tonics on the shelves. Her Ma didn't believe in the damn things, and that's where Amy got her prejudice against them. Amy looked back to Marley. "Ma says hi, by the way!" She said walking to the other aisle and grabbing the bag of sugar and salt. Amy carried the hefty bags and placed them on the counter. Slightly out of breath, she pointed to the brown bag. "Is this for Ma too?"
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [Furaotic you gotta post mang!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 05:17:21 pm: Flynn
Saloon Ambiance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPZEwDKpOW4

You know you shouldn't, Ma' is starting to worry if you got a gambling problem or not. That and you have the errand to run- bah! One quick game can't hurt, you push the seat back it scratches across the wooden floor, scraping off some soft wood fibers from the rickety floor panels. He slides you the knife and smiles with his crooked tobacco stained teeth, so arrogant of him.

The music begins to pick up as you lift the knife above your fingers. You quickly begin to tap in rhythm, dancing the knife in-between the thin spaces where your fingers aren't, tapping out a song as catchy as the one the pianist is playing. You increase in rhythm as the song's tempo begins to pick up, with the final tap you flip the knife around in your right hand and throw it into the table. Looking across from you laid a stunned man who was but a minute ago making jokes at your expense. "Well I'll be fucked sideways. You sure do know how to handle a knife." He says jerking the knife out from the table, giving it two good pulls before it finally rips out, taking some pieces of the stained table with it.

With his tilted smirk back on his face he takes the knife and begins to tap out a rhythm as fast as yours. After two good taps into the table, you hear a sickening slice! You see that the man across from you has chopped his index finger through the bone, he winces in pain, tears forming on the edges of his eyes. He lifts the knife from the table and his hand is no longer pinned to the table by what was left of the fingers tendon. Blood oozes from his stumpy finger, and he quietly gets up clutching his hand. With that you defeated a man's ego today, you feel like that one feller... who was it? King Appleseed? Or was Arthur... nah, its definitely Appleseed. Impressed the crowd disperses to their regular shenanigans in the bar.

Duncan

You heave one of the heavy crates and slowly proceed across the road to Mikey's Hunting Lodge. Ice cold beads of sweat roll down your arm and ribs. "Oh Georgie, go help your nephew!" You hear a woman with a shrill voice call out, you tilt your head to the side with it being jabbed by the crate in the process. You recognize the woman as Aunt Fay, what your Pa' calls 'eccentric' doesn't even begin to describe your aunt. She's dressed head to toe in bright purple dressing, with a coon' cap on her head, and strange patterned boots that look like a mix of some jungle cat. She doesn't even look like she belongs in this era, no, no, this universe.

You see your nephew George running towards the wagon and grabbing one of those crates, struggling to get a good grip around it. It looks like he's making out with the dang thing; Hell, you're shocked his sickly little things he calls arms can even muster the willpower to lift a crate, let alone themselves. Grunting he runs up to you, his face redder than a ripe tomato. "Huff, huff... hey D-*huff*-Duncan how're you doings?"

You begin to feel a bit cooler as you step into the shadow of the Hunting Lodge, you can smell the gunpowder and seasoned meats from out here. Your spirits begin to lift, as you hear the jerky inside the shop calling to you through the power of scent. And you must answer it's call!

Amy

He helps you lift the heavy bags on the counter, taking hold of the tops of the bags and lifting them onto the counter with a deafening thud. "Well technically, it's actually for yer' Pa'. He placed an order for this particular thing, said not to tell anyone in town about it. I don't know if he told you or not, but... nah. It wouldn't look in the bag if I were you, for yer Pa's sake.", he says ringing you up. "Alright that'll be twelve-dollars total, miss."

The store begins to settle around you, the beams brushing off some dust as they creak, the walls begin to moan under the weight of the roof, and the floor panels lift ever so slightly as the weight of your boots come off them. You smell something sweet outside, inside of the store is engulfed in shade as you hear the rickety sounds of a heavy coach wagon pull up outside, obstructing any light to enter in through advertisement covered windows. "Come one come all!" You hear someone faintly calling passerby's over to them, outside the store.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers on March 07, 2015, 05:53:18 pm: "Heheh. Nothin' like a lil' o' that to get the veins flowin'!" Flynn announces with a pleased grin, clapping his hands and getting to his feet again. He winces a little as he looks at the remains of blood splattered on the table. Poor bastard. Should've known there ain't barely anyone around better with a knife than he was.

Blinking a little and remembering his task, Flynn swerves past the tables of drunkards, narrowly dodging some staggering fool blathering about someone else's mother being a tart. Jeez, this place sure was the pits - but at least the music was good... music... ah! Right! The pianist.

Trying to be as casual as possible as he walks up to the pianist, Flynn's eyes narrowly dart around before he slides next to the man playing the piano. Discreetly, Flynn tries not to interrupt the pianist's playing as he whispers in his ear:
"Yer' money's comin'. S' from my old lady, I think ye' know what I mean."

Flynn then slides away as casually as possible, although his interpretation of 'casual' looked like he was trying to perform a high-end drug deal.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 06:20:16 pm: Flynn

The pianist stops playing and shouts at you over the crowded noise, "Aight' then! I guess that means your Ma and Pa are enjoying their new kitchen table!" You push out of the saloon and see your brother and your nephew hauling crates to the hunting loge. "Come one! Come all! See the miracles, the mercy, and the excellent progresses of science!" You hear someone calling out near the general store. A large sleek orange stagecoach is parked out front, with a man in a finely dressed black suit holding up two glass bottles of fizzy and brightly colored liquids, the horses that pulled his coach along look beefy and very healthy; with their hides gleaming in the high-noon sun.

A small crowd of various shapes and sizes begins to form around the stagecoach with the suited man dancing atop it; Like a puppet being drug across a stage. You don't recognize this man at all, he looks so familiar with his mannerisms and the way he acts. But you just can't put your finger on it.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 07, 2015, 06:24:10 pm: "Gonna 'ave to get me some a that action real quick." Duncan thought to himself as he lifted his crate through the hunting lodge. He would place it where ever it needed to go then Grab Georgie's crate.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers on March 07, 2015, 06:38:37 pm: Flynn rolls his eyes as he walks out of the saloon, watching the suited man wave about two bottles of... whatever the heck that was. Science never interested Flynn, it wasn't like the world was going to get anywhere after this. haha irony

Flynn watches with an emotionless face as the suited man busts some moves atop the stage. Ok, now he was just showing off. Blowing a strand of hair from his face, Flynn decides to watch the show, his face somewhat bitter. After he'd watched this little show from a distance, he'd carry on with the jobs again... uh... what... what are they again...?
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 07, 2015, 07:15:54 pm: "You can count on me!" Amy pulled out some money from her pocket and placed it on the table with a smile. Amy hardly noticed when everything stopped, and then looked behind her at the people staring out through the dusty windows, and the strange wagon blocking up the street.

"Uhm... keep the change..." Amy said pulling the bags off the table and carrying them with her left forearm. The special bag was cradled in her right arm, and her hand fidgeted the bottom of it. Truth be told, she was trying to feel what it was in the bag. The curiosity was definitely taking hold of her by the ominous way Marley presented it. Amy stood next to another store goer and watched as a strange, but familiar man danced atop the wagon like a goof. In his hands were those same bubbling tonics that were in the shop.

"Is that the fella AJ?" Amy whispered to herself to no one in particular as she pushed up her hat with her shoulder.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 07:40:35 pm: Amy & Flynn

"Yeah it is, I heard he's on a quest to cure the west.", a woman whispers to you, her gaze not breaking away from "AJ". "Now, you down there. Good sir, what ails ya?" Leaning over the other side of the coach, giving you a nice view of his flabby seat. "Well sir, I'd like to impress more people. But unlucky for me my eyesight is poorer than a one-eyed mole." You hear a whimpery voice squeak out. "Ahh, poor eyesight. Well I have just the tonic for you good sir, in the great flavor of mint no less!"

He turns around letting you get a full-view of his face, its fatter and much older than you expected for such a "young" entrepreneur. He pulls out a vial of bright-orange liquid, giving it a good shake he turns and tosses it down to the man on the ground. The man with many ailments takes a long swig of the medicinal drink, licking his lips and giving out a satisfied, "Mmmmmh! Hot dang that was tasty, and I feel rejuvenated!" The weak looking man, tosses the bottle up in the air, puffs his chest and whips out his gun. Blasting the bottle into glass shards, with it raining down over the General Stores roof. "See the power of AJ's Own Tonics? They'll cure you of what ails you, syphilis, flu, the runs, dysfunction, and they even have the power of restoring your sight and giving you the youth and vigor of a enraged youngin!"

With his final sales pitch, the crowd buys into it and immediately they all start requesting bottles of all kinds.

Duncan

You put the Deer Corn in the back corner of the shop, Mikey would come in tonight to start getting its contents out. You go and grab the crate from your cousin, whose plaid shirt is now dripping with sweat. "What *pant* kinda action Duncan?", he says exhaling for a while before cracking his back and stepping inside the shop.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers on March 07, 2015, 07:54:09 pm: Flynn cringes at the performance, groaning and putting a face into his palm as the crowd goes flying in to purchase what was most likely orange soda for a couple bucks per sip. Spotting his sister, Flynn puts his hands in his pockets as he walks over to her. Flynn was knucklehead, but that didn't mean he was guillable.

"Ye' don't buy this baloney... right Sis?" Flynn asked his big sis nervously. The chances were the thing was staged... but even if Flynn hated to admit it, he wouldn't refuse a sip... b-but no; he wouldn't risk any of his family's cash on some miracle tonic. It wasn't like Flynn was that ill... apart from his kind of dumb nature.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 07, 2015, 07:54:32 pm: "Gonna get me some of that Jerky Georgie though I suppose I should go make sure that my two youngers aren't goofing about. Thanks for the help." He said with a tip of his hat as he heads back outside. He had a feeling Flynn would be off to the Saloon, no doubt playing with those damn knives again. On that note, he decides to head over in that general direction.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 07, 2015, 08:00:23 pm: "Not one bit, Flynn." Amy squinted, scrutinizing the person handing out the strange tonics. The man was racking in the cash, and after that performance, she worried he was about to drive everyone into bankruptcy. "Now that ain' right!" Amy said puffing and stomping away back to the cart. "I'm just happy Ma gave us some common sense." She fumed thinking about how something so unrighteous could pass muster with these hard working folks. It frustrated and flustered her to find that someone could ride of and make an easy living by putting some dye in water and shooting a gun. Feeling so angry, Amy forgot all about the mysterious bag and what she felt inside.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 08:04:45 pm: The Ricochet Siblings

Duncan: You head outside and immidiately see your brother heading behind some miracle cure wagon, with your sister standing outside the general store. Both your brother and sister are in the cure wagon's shade, and both look stupefied and amused at something they just witnessed.

But before you can react your sister emerges from the shade and stomps up to the front of the wagon.

Amy: The group gasps at your sudden outburst, and most start stepping backwards away from the wagon. "Hrm? Oh, what ain't right little missy?" He says grabbing more tonic and handing it out to the few stranglers that weren't taken back by your courage to speak out.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 07, 2015, 08:14:35 pm: Amy stopped in her tracks; cool blood ran up her body. She may have said that a little bit louder than she had meant. Her body turned around and her boots scraped on the ground with the pivot. Amy put on her big girl, 'I'm defiant in my opinion' face and spoke. "I'm jus' sayin' I think it ain' right to be taken all these people's money." She stated and saw the look of the crowd. Feeling intimidated, she rebounded. "Who's to say that dyed water even works? I reckon it don't"
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 07, 2015, 08:16:55 pm: "What's all this fuss about?" Duncan said in his usual gruff voice. He made his way through the crowd easily to take his place next to his sister. He then asked again, "What're yall yelling bout?"
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers on March 07, 2015, 08:25:10 pm: Clenching his fists a little, Flynn twiddled with his Stetson hat to better adjust it, eager to join the side of his big sis' as he faces the suited man. Unfortunately, Flynn wasn't as half as threatening and his voice was by no means intimidating, but he still pointed an angry finger at the suited man nonetheless.

"Ah' think this magic tonic is a buncha baloney! Sure it may taste good, but any ol' chump could pay some fella' to act like he's been cured! Yeah, thas' right, you over there!" Flynn adds, pointing to the guy who shot the bottle. Folding his arms, Flynn pouted as he held his ground next to Amy and his big brother.

"This suited scammer, thas' what!" Flynn whispered to his brother in reply to his question, not breaking eye contact with the man in the suit: 'AJ'.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 07, 2015, 08:33:55 pm: Ricochet Siblings

"W-well I-I uhhh...." The salesman stuttered. Slowly tucking his tonics in the top compartment of his wagon, he shouted, "BORRIS THEY'RE UNTO US, GET IN THE FUCKING WAGON NOW!" The once wimpy man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, "Feck, I knew you'd blow it. You don't even look like AJ." Borris jumped and got a good grip around the handle on the coach, and "AJ" swats the reigns against the horses. He plows through the crowd, sending his would-be customers flying out of the way or being trampled under the horses' hooves and the coaches' wheels.

"Well sonofabitch! THIS SHIT IS A SCAM!" One bystander calls out after scraping off the label, revealing it was some knock-off tonic that was probably worse for you than the real deal. "Mine tasted like horse piss." Another disappointed customer says shattering the bottle against the dirt street. Slowly the crowd disperses, their arms hanging low at their sides.

Maybe false hope is better then no hope at all.

Amy: You remember what you felt inside the paper bag. It was something akin to a Whiskey bottle, it smells nice and sweet. Like a sarsaparilla mixed with maple syrup.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 07, 2015, 08:55:36 pm: Amy smiled as the fake was run out of town. She put the bags that were cradled in her arms on the ground, and pointed to the rising dust with her hands now shaped like guns. With a quick 'bang bang' action in the direction of the wagon riding off into the distance, she pulled up her smoking guns and gave them a quick blow. "Another fox shot down at the chicken coop." She holstered her weapons and picked up the groceries. "Let's get out of here." She said with empowerment, and each step she took with her boots were proud and meaningful.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 07, 2015, 09:00:13 pm: "Yes, there are things that we still need to do. Flynn, I'm going to trust you to take the wagon to the blacksmith to get the axle changed. Amy, please grab the malk. I need to head to the bar real quick." Duncan said with a sigh as he went to the saloon.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers on March 08, 2015, 06:44:35 am: Flynn watched blankly as the wagon sped off into the distance - why'd they go through so much trouble just to sell some bottles of 'horse piss'? They must have thought everybody around was guillable fools. Flynn then shook himself out of thought, blinking to attention at the voice of his brother.

"Huh - wha.... oh, right... axles." Flynn mumbled, heading to the smithy with his hands in his pockets. He noticed how some people said about this guy being a 'fake' AJ. Flynn couldn't help but wonder what the real AJ was like. Did he have real cures... or...?
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 08, 2015, 07:11:34 am: Duncan

You pass by some drunken lout pissing himself right next to the entrance, making sure you don't disturb the clearly "sober" man. You swing the bar doors open and are greeted by the sights and sounds of a dusty old bar that has clearly never seen any better days. The barman is working a full counter of saddened cowboys drinking their troubles away, the upstairs is filled with lonely guys looking for an eventful night, and finally the pianist in the far corner is slamming away on those keys like this were his last day to live.

Flynn

It started to cool down in town, you could see people beginning to light their oil lanterns outside their homes and stores. Clanking could be heard even from two blocks away, dark smoke poured out of the open barn doors like an evil gas pouring out of The Gates of Hell. You take one last breath of clean air and head inside. You see a large butch man hammering away at a long jagged stretch of glowing hot metal, chunks of burned mineral flying off in every direction. He looks up and spots you, without saying a word he points the hammer to two axles laying on the table, makes the 'OK' sign and then gestures for you to skedaddle after you grab the supplies.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 08, 2015, 04:07:04 pm: Amy dropped off the cargo and went to go get the precious malk!
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers 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..
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 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.

Flynn

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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Jakers 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 11, 2015, 11:24:07 pm: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EujDcc2xEUI

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}

Transport

Wagon

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

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

Group Status:

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)
Overall Health: Healthy!
Cash: 12 Dollars
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: ajwilli1 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.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [New Post!]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 12, 2015, 12:30:57 am: "Y-yer fine... Thanks." He said in a half-ass slurred way. He holstered his pistol as he grabbed the tray from the frightened lad. He nodded him off and placed the tray on the table. He then shut the door slowly before sitting back down and grabbing his glass bottle again, leaning back in his chair.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 12, 2015, 12:36:35 am: Georgie stood in front of the door, arms dropping like wet noodles at his sides. He kicked the ground in defeat and slowly walked back to the house hands in his pockets. "Dammit. I wish thems' would cheer up, it ain't right feeling this sad..." he slowly turned back towards the shed, before quickly turning on the heels of his boots and darting back towards the house.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Jakers on March 12, 2015, 06:19:15 am: Flynn was slumped against the ground, his eyes bloodshot and staring into the notes - little clues from the murderers - he'd managed to collect. Ever since the burning, he hadn't talked much, and his face was emotionless and empty. All that was on his mind was to avenge his Ma and Pa... Jesus... he didn't even get a chance to say goodbye...

Lowering his hat over his eyes, Flynn idly took a small piece of the food on the tray before going back to staring at the notes, the sharp blade of his knife sticking into the dirt next to him.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 12, 2015, 10:34:01 am: It was quiet almost inaudible, but overtime it punctuated the silence of the room. It was a light rapping on the doors, followed by the sorrowful but soft muffled voice of your (sane) aunt, "There's some men at the house that wish to see you."
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 12, 2015, 12:53:15 pm: Amy looked to Duncan, and then looked to Flynn. Was any of them going to answer the door? It sure as hell wasn't going to be her. She cleared her throat and looked to the door, trying to tell the boys to answer it.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Jakers on March 12, 2015, 01:58:57 pm: Getting the message from his big sis, Flynn drearily got to his feet, opening up the door with a hanging face. He looked at his aunt for a few seconds before speaking, his voice unsure and definitely not the voice of the usual, loud and goofy Flynn.

"What do they want..."
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 12, 2015, 07:33:18 pm: "They're lawmen from outta town, they said they might have something regarding what happened.", ending the sentence with more pain and sorrow in her voice. She looked like death, pale, sunken-in eyes, her emotions being flat, and her eyes though puffy and red from crying, looked stiff and glossy. Down by the house you see some movement in the kitchen, with your nephew coming into view as he opened up the kitchen curtains. Inside the rustic, wood paneled kitchen, you saw two men in dusters sitting at the kitchen table both holding mason jars filled to the tip with your aunt's tea.

You didn't even notice her leaving, out of the corner of your eye you saw her slowly sway back into the house. Probably retiring back to her bed.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 12, 2015, 08:10:26 pm: "Come on you two, we have to check this. Wipe those tears off, we've got business." He said as he put the cork top back on his glass bottle and put it back into his Duster pocket. He adjusted his hat as he stood up and opened the door slowly and held it open so everyone could walk out.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Jakers on March 13, 2015, 11:33:18 am: Flynn's face seemed emotionless as he watched his aunt retire, and Flynn placed his Stetson hat firmly upon his head before walking out the door, his body somewhat tense and his eyes a little... twitchy. Some evidence towards the killers at last would be more than helpful... more than helpful to find and gut those pigs who sent the Ricochet family name into ruin...

Flynn entered the kitchen, not even acknowledging a greeting to the men as he promptly pulled up a chair, facing the men in dusters with serious expression.
"So then. You fellas' have some idea what happened...?" Flynn muttered in a straight-to-the-point tone, leaning on the kitchen table a little.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 13, 2015, 06:46:17 pm: Amy didn't want to move. She willed herself to just lie in bed and never ever get back up... though of course she couldn't do that. She couldn't just give up when they had a shot at finding out who did this. But Amy was conflicted and fighting her own internal battle in that moment. It'd been a while of just thinking about nothing, avoiding the reality and having to find the people, but now with the opportunity, her mind was a war zone.

With some tossing and turning, and just a tad bit of groaning, she got up with John's comment. Wipe off the tears, huh? Was it that easy for him? Amy glared at him, feeling bothered that he could just get over this so soon. He was already ready to get to action, like he didn't even care that they died but that because of their death he gets to drink whisky all day and punch people. Amy thought of it as an excuse to be his usual, hard ass self. Amy didn't see him sob, didn't see him cry, he's just been like that this whole time. When he changed his last name, he really changed entirely. Not the same brother she loved. At least Flynn had shown some compassion and tenderness.

Amy left the shed. The sun blinded her as she avoided mouthing off to her brother. She knew better than that. Her emotions were getting the best of at the moment. Or perhaps that was real, raw emotion as she stepped out into the crispy sun. She lifted the hat from around her neck; she'd sewed on a string after it blew off running for her Ma, and shielded herself from the sun. Then, she walked with Flynn to get the scoop, but remained quiet and distant.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 15, 2015, 12:08:50 am: Ice rattled in the lawman's tea glass, putting it back on the table and wiping the beads of left over tea off his bushy mustache. "No time for introductions I presume? Bah, that was rude of me to say-" He stopped as the other lawmen lifted up his oddly-soft looking hand. Both of them were odd looking, one of them looked like your stereotypical "rugged sheriff" while the other looked more like some city-slicker from the East Coast. "What my partner meant to say," he started in his 'official' tone. "was that there is evidence that the people whom raided your farm, are linked to the people we're currently after." They both took another sip of tea. "You see the people that killed your Ma' and Pa' are apart of a large group that have been raising nine-kinds-a-Hell all over the frontier. Originally there were four of-em' but now there's so doggone many of them that we can't keep them all in check."

"They go by the name: "Red River Riders". Its believed that they're a group of claim-jumpers looking for the next plot of land to pan gold out of. And it just so happens that the river your property is built on, is one of many untouched gold veins-", ironically he was cut off by his partner.

"Did you get the land deed before coming out here?" He said taking a long drink of ice tea.

>When looking through the papers from earlier, you never found the deed to your property

Your nephew came into the kitchen holding a large glass pitcher, filled to the rim with tea. Quietly he refilled the lawmen's glasses, and left out of the room without saying a word.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 15, 2015, 03:50:54 pm: There was silence between the siblings, but Amy knew that they hadn't found the land deed. Must've burned up in the fire, that or the bandits took it. For the first time in a long time, she spoke to them. "No. We got no deed." Surprised by the depressing tone of her voice, she leaned up against the pillar holding up the roof of the small porch.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Siege-Loli on March 15, 2015, 03:59:29 pm: "Probably took it... the bastards." Duncan said as he heard his sister finally speaking after three days of silence. He couldn't blame her since she was the most connected to their parents.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Jakers on March 16, 2015, 08:33:18 am: Flynn's hat covered his eyes as he listened to the men, and his fists slowly clenched at the sound of the 'Red River Raiders'. Flynn's teeth clenched a little for a few seconds, but he slowly lost his furious frown and looked up at the men, his eyes hollow and sunken.

"So I'll take a wild guess. We both have someone we're after. You want us to help you." Flynn muttered, tightening his belt and standing up. "And these.... Red River Raiders... decided to blow up our house n' kill ma and pa for a little gold, right?"

As Flynn stood still, anger was bottling up inside him, and his arms were shaking with fury. He couldn't stop thinking about revenge... he just wanted to find these bastards... find them... find them!

Whirling around, Flynn smashed his fist against the wall in anger. The bastards took the will, so now they had no leads whatsoever. Unless... Flynn turned around, eyeing the two men.

"If you have any clues at all, tell us now. We want those bastards dead ten times as much as you fellas do."
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on March 26, 2015, 12:49:14 am: The two lawmen looked at each other with their eyebrows raised, silently conversing with one another. "Not exactly, we came here to tell you that there's a lead in a town up in Sequoia; the woodlands.", the sharply dressed lawman states getting up from the table thanking your aunt for the hospitality. "As for that Land Deed and what the town is: That land deed will most likely end up in the hands of some Mexican General "immigrating" to the US to grab some gold, and with a few rewrites the land is properly his. So I'd suggest not heading back to the farm for a little while. The town where we heard word of "Red" activity is a small location called Jameston, small frontier town much like this one, only more wooded and shadier." He too got up from the table and thanked your aunt. With the tip of the hat and the rugged lawmen promising to return soon, they darted off on their horses down to the south.

As if she had just seen the Grim Reaper claim another one of her kin, she takes a seat at the table looking at you three. "... Now... I-I know that you three wanna head out, I know you do. I know that there's no point in arguing. So I'll just say this.... be careful." With a sigh she buries her face in her hands. You hear stomping coming from the other room, your nephew appears to comfort your weeping aunt.

He looks at you guys, then back to her. All goes silent in the house.

Now you can either:

A. Prepare for the journey the next morning, hastily getting supplies today and packing the wagon. You'll only get a few supplies to start with and very little rest to start out with.

B. You can take a few days to get a plan going, choosing what you'll mainly grab from the general stores and smithies.
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on March 27, 2015, 09:12:38 pm: Amy, even with the lukewarm news that they had a chance to find their parent's murderers, revenge ringed in her ears. Ringed true like funeral bells. The men walked away leaving behind a bitter taste in her mouth and a sudden revelation. She had done enough crying. Amy wiped her eyes and sniffled lightly with the wind. There was still grieving to be done, but with her brothers' beaming determination, she felt it build up in her as well. The grieving process was getting a new section called Justice.

"We're leavin' tomorra." Amy said in charge and with unyielding confidence.She started down the railing of the short and stubby porch chairs. "Maybe if'n we find them it'll bring us a lil peace."
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: ajwilli1 on April 17, 2015, 03:41:43 pm: [[I feel like we should finish this, so El BUMPO!]]
Title: Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP [The Legend of Blood and Revenge]
Post by: Super Level Furaotic on April 20, 2015, 12:43:10 am: [Please...]