Utterly Mad

Flynn
Saloon Ambiance


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.