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Note: You do not have to be particularly literate to join this Rp. Hopefully, this will be long-term so we can all can make up the plot as we go along.
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Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high..
Welcome to the West!
A place where not all land has been discovered. A place where only a few towns exist. A place where the law does not come first.
Living in the Old West of the late 1800s, people are discovering new land that is full of danger. Whether it's bandits and Indians to coyotes and bears, this place is not fit for a chicken. The human race is just beginning to adjust to these harsh environments, building small towns and earning money. Here, it doesn't matter what you work as. Life is cheap out in the Wild West.
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Rules
1) Please stick to the usual FeralHeart rules. Pwetty pwease?
2) I will allow mild cussing, but nothing too extreme like the F-bomb. This is why you must include the word 'canter' somewhere in your app.
3) Of course, there will be a minor amount of gore, but alert me through pm if you want your character to receive anything more than a minor injury.
4) If you want a character of yours to... take it to the bed... please take it to pm.
5) As I said before, this will not be a very literate rp; just try to post an understandable 2 sentences as a minimum.
6) For goodness' sake, have fun!
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Application
Name: What is your character's full name?
Alias: Does your character have any nicknames?
Age: How old is your character?
Appearance: What does your character look like?
Personality: What is your character like? First impressions?
Companion(s): (Optional) Who does your character travel/stay with?
Job/Occupation: What does your character work as?
Family & Friends: Who can your character turn to if they need help?
Enemies: Who does your character not get along with?
Extra: Is there anything else about your character you want to add?
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Name: Kathryn Ryder
Alias: Kat, Katie
Age: 29 years old.
Appearance: Kat is most likely to be seen wearing a white blouse covered by a light brown waistcoat accompanied by a dark leather pleated skirt with her gun belt. Her boots are knee-high and made of leather, her Steston hat is cream coloured with a daisy perched on the brim. Her hair is long and blonde as well as poker-straight. Her eyes are a light blue, sometimes seen as icy and her complexion is pale and flawless when not dusted with dirt.
Personality: Kat tends to be very outgoing and flirty, but also quite a ruthless young woman. Underneath her first impressions, she is careless, sweet and humorous. When it comes to talking about herself, Kat prefers not to open up unless she fully trusts someone. Although she does like to flirt, she is a bit of a hopeless romantic when it comes to love and is quite vulnerable to heartbreak.
Companion(s): Her horse, Eddie. An all black American Quarter Horse with an uncommon white mane. He was tamed by Kat at an early age from the wild. He is loyal to her, rarely leaving her side.
Job/Occupation: Kat is a proud full-time bandit.
Family & Friends: As a young girl, Kat was made an outcast so she is alone with only Eddie to rely on.
Enemies: People that follow or work for the law, so basically everyone.
Extra: Canter.
Note: I have noticed that getting a character picture that's suitable for a Wild West Rp is quite difficult, so a picture isn't needed :)
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Characters
Male: 2 Female: 4
Kathryn Ryder~29 years old~Female
Billy James~32 years old~Male
Bonnie McFarlane~Early 30's~Female
Dorothy Burrett~27 years old~Female
Tiffany-Jane Tobin~31 years old~Female
Keenan Vogue~29 years old~Male
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@lunathequeen: Just incase you hadn't noticed, the title requests for you not to post in this thread at the moment.
If you're wanting to apply, I will be accepting applications very soon :)
This roleplay is open to applications!!!!
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Teehee. time to bring this duo back. <3 ]]]
Name: Billy James
Alias: Earned the nickname "Young Gun" from his early aged start as a gunslinger.
Age: Roughly 32, though he doesn't really keep track.
Appearance: Rugged looking man with brunette hair and a pretty heavy five-o-clock shadow on his face. He wears a leather trench coat, chaps, and a white stetson hat along with spurred boots and a belt strung with bullets for use. He usually has a shotgun strung over his shoulder on his back, as well as two side arm pistols, and a rather large hunting knife kept in a side holster as well.
Personality: Bill definitely lives up to his big reputation as a notorious outlaw. While he's very smart, charming and sarcastic with a sense of humor and an eye for the ladies, he's quick to turn dangerous and doesn't grow close to anyone. He's always on the move and only looks out for himself. He is the first to make a snappy comment or joke, and usually the first to draw blood as he provokes fights seemingly wherever he happens to go. It just comes naturally. He's rough on the outside and the inside, and he is strong willed, never willing to give in or cut corners on a task he's given himself. He is quite covetous, always having an eye out for the quickest way to make a buck- which is usually by stealing from establishments like banks or trains, guns blazing. Wherever he happens to target, he is not known for mercy, and would sooner kill everyone who intervenes than to take hostages. While he is a wanted criminal, he likes to show off, and often makes his raids in broad daylight simply to show what he's capable of. He has a short fuse, so don't get on his bad side. c;
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Westwood, a feisty pinto mustang he hand-tamed, and is since then completely loyal to him.
Job/Occupation: Outlaw- Bandit
Family & Friends: Hah. None.
Enemies: Makes one everywhere he goes. Who's counting?
Extra: Canter. ouo
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Haha, you're of course accepted. Thanks for joining, we'll maybe wait for a couple more members to join and then we can start :)
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Name: Bonnie McFarlane.
Alias: Prefers to be called Bonnie.
Age: Early 30's.
Appearance: Bonnie is a slender yet strong built woman. Her skin is a peachy colour, yet can be mistaken to be a very light brown when she is out all day in the sun. Her hair is a dirty blonde, shoulder height, yet never seen out of a pony tail so it does not bother her when she works. She has light blue eye just like her mothers. Her preferred outfit is a white (often dirt covered) cotton shirt. She always rolls the cuffs up to her elbow. Accompanied, she has a beige cotton waist coat with no buttons. Underneath she wears a yellow corset. Finally, Bonnie owns a ankle height pleated beige skirt and brown western boots.
Personality: Bonnie is a feisty young woman that enjoys a good day of work. She likes to be horse back riding around her ranch in her free time, admiring the beauty of the secluded area. When first impressions come into order, she would probably be classed as a enthusiastic working ranch girl that disapproves of all sorts of cockiness. Her work life has lead her to not be that confident when love comes into the question.
Companion(s): She stays at her ranch with her father and ranch workers but often goes out to towns for supplies and to sell. She rides no specific horse, since she has a choice from the ones in the coral, but she favours a Blue Roan Tersk mare with a black mane and tail she caught and broke in herself. She named her Braylet and loves her for her obedience and smooth gaits.
Job/Occupation: Ranch worker. Co-owner.
Family & Friends: She has her father, the main person she turns to. She had six brothers but five of them died from an assortment of illness and foolishness. Her remaining brother has moved to New York to be a banker. She has in the past had many friends but they have either died or moved on in life.
Enemies: Mainly bandits and cattle rustlers.
Extra: Bonnie is a character from Red Dead Redemption (My all-time favourite game). For references, you may look her up and see what her farm is like. She also owns a western field model 30 shotgun for the coyotes and rabbits that eat livestock and growing food. And Canter!
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Oh em geh, I love Red Dead Redemption :D Bonnie is accepted! I was worried that the Rp would just be full of bandits and outlaws, I love your application though!!
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Name:
Dorothy Etna Burrett
Alias:
Madam Burrett
Miss. Dorothy
Heiress to the Burnett Railway (or BRE)
Age:
27
Appearance:
Dorothy has the typical colors for those born away from the Midwest with earthly brown and a lighter shade of brown to adorn her face. The common misconception is that Miss. Dorothy has extremely short hair, but in all truth, the blistering Western heat had forced her long curls to be drawn up and kept away from her face in order to cool herself off faster. Her figure is tall, standing at a 5'7" and can be often seen in shorter heels to avoid towering over other women and sometimes the suitors that come to greet her. Several freckles can be spotted along her arms and at her neck.
Attire:
Personality: The contrast to the Old Western and the frankly popular Chicago lifestyle is noticeable when knowing Dorothy. Being a woman of city life, it can be seen that she is fast-paced, living up for the moment and taking a grasp as to what she may have. This ambitious nature makes her notorious to any local businessmen trying to outdo her work and win over a settlement or a purchase of a property. It can be seen odd that the well-dressed woman has a bad name to those of the higher classes but do not doubt what she is capable of as vengeance can easily be served to one that knows the way of money or especially to one that knows how to use a firearms!
The much more 'feminine' side that she was raised with is definitely courteous but of course, due to her role in the family, this does not ensue a weakness to her or a feeble nature to be told what to do. Any ideas she knows or anyone that tries to insult a name that she knows (and on good terms with) will be given a direct yet calm warning in a form of a question, doubting whether the person was in fact thinking properly for having said it in her presence. Still, all others are treated as her equals and can kindly given greetings with a simple 'hello," or a tip of the hat much like a man depending on what mood she can read off of their faces as there isn't any need to start a fight.
Though, it can believed that she a compassionate yet down-to-earth person that takes tasks about the town whenever she can (as her father is often careless in what either of his daughters do).
Companion(s):
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A 4 year old Belgian Shepard Malinois by the name of Ruger. He always accompanies her t the town and can be seen walking by the carriage (and owner beside him) as it was common to see that mother, father, and their youngest daughter in it.
Job/Occupation:
As her mother is off at Washington, she has been dictated as the temporary accountant for the BRE. Still, it will be no surprise to see that her work often engulfs in comprising and making business deals to the small companies, saloons, and businesses that live in the town in order to get higher approval ratings and finally, encourage the mayor to tolerate the coming of a new technological advance into the aged town.
Businesswoman
Accountant
She has experience working on the farm when much younger (sorting, picking crops and etc) and will often go to farms/ranches that know her and she will ask to help (not for pay, she just enjoys being given a job).
Family & Friends:
Hugo Burnett - Father - Late 40s - Alive (Lives on estate)
Jamie L. Burnett - Sister - Late teens- Alive (Lives on estate)
Petunia Burnett-Knightley - Late 40s - Mother - Alive (Currently at Washington to get settlements for company)
Mayor Hugh McGomery - Late 60s - Friend
Workers of the Burnett Railway Enterprise - Friend
(Willing to add)
Enemies:
Private railroad companies (Competitors)
Bandits that try to harass her employees
(Willing to add)
Extra:
*Faceclaim is Anne Hathway as Jane Austen from "Becoming Jane."
*Canter!
*Has rode horseback but she prefers being on her own two feet and walking alongside Ruger.
*Owns a Colt 45 that she keeps hidden under her coat when doing outings to the town. The Spencer Rifle she also knows how to use is at the Burnett manor and kept with her while walking around the railway yard to oversee the construction.
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@Sherlolly: The fourth rule goes against FH's child friendly policy. Just leave the mature matter to go to PM. ^^ (Spoilers will still make it visible to guests and members that click on it.)
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Done!! c:
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Oops, I'll make sure to change that. I totally forgot xD Thanks for the reminder <3
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Soo. When can we start? XD]]
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Feel free to start anytime, I'm busy with schoolwork so I'll be posting later.
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Was I accepted?]]
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Yes ^^ I'll add you to the characters list now <3 Beautiful app
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Name: Tiffany-Jane Tobin
Alias: Tif, Jane, Tobin or anything you can think of really.
Age: 31 years old
Appearance: Tiffany is a beautiful girl standing around the height of 5'3 and weighing about 106 pounds, around 9 stone. Tif has beautiful blue eyes that stand out with her tanned complexion of her skin-which is rather smooth and soft. Her hair is long and origionally wavy unless being straightened or threw up in her usual pony-tail or bun, although her hair does have a few different shade of brown here and there. A tanned, skinny yet medium in height young girl-who doesn't look a day over thirty. Tiffanys mouth is lines with beautiful pearl white teeth and rouged, round lips.
Personality: Tiffany is a hard working girl who always tries her hardest, rarely putting a food wrong. Ever since she was younger Tiff had a lover for animals great and small-which made living in the west a bonus. Although at times Tiffany can be quick to snap and sometimes a little bitter Tiffany is a great friend to have, as she is very loyal and friendly always there to help others. This young-girl doesn't really interact with folk in the saloon or around town but often keeps to herself unless spoken to. Once you get to know Tiffany you'll see she's an outgoing young girl with a lot of experience and knowledge.
Companion(s):
Tiffany does infact have a comapnion. A 6 year old horse that goes by the name of Cheyanne, this mare stands around 16.2 hh so she is pretty large. Ever since Chey was a filly, Tiffany has owned her. Taking her through her paces of hard work and training her, making her the acceptional companion she is today. A very loyal and gentle horse indeed.
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Job/Occupation: Works on her dads ranch, usually wrangling cattle or going out and capturing mustangs. It all depends on what needs doing around the ranch.
Family & Friends: Her father Hank, her mother Sue and her brother Jack.
Enemies: Well she doesn't know many folk so she can't really say she doesn't get on with anyone, apart from those who cause harm to animals.
Extra: Canter
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Name: Keenan Vogue
Alias: Ken, Vo or Ven.
Age: 29 years old
Appearance: Keenan is a tall masculin standing around the height of 6ft-6"1 and weighing around 200 pound-but most is muscle. Spending all his time wrestling with horses and loading heavy weights Kens body structure has increased rapidly giving him the muscles and abs he has now. Fair skin he has that looks slightly skin kissed, his hair is dark more on the 'black' side but does have tints of brown, following around his face with a light stubble the same colour as his hair-Keenans eyes are a beautiful bright blue and his teeth are beautiful and white.
Personality: Keenan is a hard working male who takes his job serious, not usually messing around-unless taunting others. Yes, Keenan gets a joke out of teasing some of the towns folk when out on the job or on his daily wonders. Eventhough he is hot headed and often can't control his temper Keenan often is a good person to joke on with as he doesn't take life to serious. His job makes him pretty daring and unphased by much stuff, along with him being bitter and saying what he wants when he wants-not really following the rules.
Companion(s):
Keenan travels around with two different companions, the first being his horse Red who stands at around 16.5hh and is a pretty muscular stallion. A beautiful chestnut stallion who has a wide blaze across and up his snout, a long silky tail. Red is a very loyal companion of Keenans. Another one of Kens companions is a beautiful Australian Catlle dog mix , male, who goes by the name of Bando,who is 3 years old so still quite the energetic young dog. Both are loyal and faithful also often he'll Keenan out with his work when ordered to-very obedient they are.
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Job/Occupation: Bandit
Family & Friends: He can't really remember his family, after leaving home they lost contact.
Enemies: Keenan has many enemies since his job is a bandit.
Extra: Canter
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Accepted! Both lovely characters! I'm just going to add that if you already have a character and are wanting to add another, they will have to be male. If you are interested in joining, however, you can have one female character.
I've decided to add a picture since most of you girls and guys have xD))
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[Great, when do we start?]
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Feel free to start now, I'll be posting very soon!
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Tiffany-Jane Tobin
As the brunette lightly shuffled in her sleep the sound of the ranch animals from outside wondered through her open window, the smell of bacon drifting under her door. Slowly her eyes opened revealing her cyrstal blue iris' and a smile krept across her face. Now rolled onto her back Tiffany began to glance around her room, that was now lit from the sunlight outside-a steady breeze blowing her curtains. Parting her jaws in a yawn Tif pushed herself into the bed and extended her arms and legs-allowing herself to strech and a few bones to crack. Throwing the blanket from ontop of her the brunette pulled herself out of bed and shuffled towards the window. Jearing bolts clanking and chains rattling she turned her head to see the mustang pen-with all the Mustangs. Quietly Jane watched as the wild Horses charged around the closed pen, making quite a racket, shaking her head a little she sighed. "Well, gotta wrangle a few more then start brakin' em' " she spoke quietly to herself. Then wondered off the get ready. After showering and combing her hair Tiffany began getting dressed, a black cowboys hate, red checked top tucked in, blue/denim jeans and black boots. Once ready she left her room.
Wondering downstairs Tiffany was greeted by her mother who was standing at the counter making breakfast "Hello sweetie!" her mother spoke softly as usual with her all to familiar smile on her face "Hey mom" Tiffany smiled setting herself down at the table. "Morning Tiff" Her father spoke, with his head in a paper as usual "Morning dad" she replied slouching back in her chair. Soon Jack walked in with a smile on his face "Aren't you guys up early!" "Nope, just you're up late..." "Heh just kidding with ya squirt" the dark haired male smiled tapping her on the shoulder then sitting down. Chuckling she shook her head, and breakfast was ready. Their mother came around putting the plates, cutlary and drinks infront of each, then setting herself down. All thanked her and they began to eat with a flowing conversation about what was to come in ther day.
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Keenan Vogue
As Keenan lay agains a rock with his hat over his head to block out any sunlight he allowed the stallion to graze, and Bando to rest before they set off again. Hearing continuous tweets of birds and the heat from the sun caused Ken to grow quite tired-but not enough for him to drift off. With a piece of corn sticking from the side of his mouth Keenan slowly lifted the hat from his face and glanced at the now awake Cattle Dog who seemed to have shuffled into a sitting position, then looking at Red who seemed to be heading their way. Lifting his right arm, Ken pulled the corn from the side of his mouth and let out a raspy cough-then spitting behind the rock. Placing the corn back into his mouth. Kneeling down next to Bando he began rubbing the grey dogs head "You ready to go boy?" he mumbled to his companion who barked back in response, then lifting to his paws and trotting a few steps forward. Nodding "Alright...Red!" he qhistled and the horse came trotting over. Fortuneately the horse was already tacked up and ready to go. Keenan lifted himself onto the stallion.
Looking down at Bando who was now at the horses side looking up at him with wide eyes and a wagging tail, smiling at his canine companion he dipped his head and the Dog shot off. Kicking at the chestnut Horses sides they soon set off in a slow trot Bando a few steps infront. It surprised Keenan how that Dog never seemed tired and could actually keep up with a horse? But he just brushed it off, besides Bando had been running along side horses since he was a pup. Kicking at Reds sides they sped up now along side the Cattle Dog. Keenan rode with one hand on the reains and one dow by his side, bouncing lightly in the saddle it was a perfect picture of the three bandits.
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The small bustling town had been amuck in the early morning! The young heiress to the Burrett estate and fortune was in the irritating heat that came down every weary travelers' backside and seemingly roasted their skin to a ruby shade of embarrassment for those of the fairer skin. Thankfully, the traditional curls were picked up in an orderly fashion and a cool large shadow casted over her face due to sporting an obnoxiously wide white hat. Ruger had been at her heels and barking ecstatically at passing folks that greeted with a simple "Morning," or the rather personal touch added, "Morning, Dorothy," or "Morning, Miss. Burrett to his master. "Good tidings," a small quaint chime escaped her lips as she dipped her head and at those walking by the duo. Large wagons came in with their heavy steeds throttling on in hopes of getting to Oregon and claiming a dip of the new Western or even to California to discover the new prospects of the assembled state.
"Ruger, honestly, the whole town seems to be getting ready for a sandstorm!" Dorothy laughed as she slid off her hat and lightly fanned herself for the breeze to give some temporary euphoria. Ruger's tail wagged and he barked, padding around her. The dog's head snapped upward, his nostrils flaring. He caught a scent as Dorothy could see and his nose buried in the ground and left a slobbery trail for her to follow. "Honestly, boy? You need to track down everything?" Ruger's head snapped up. He barked several times while spinning on the spot. Dorothy could only scratch the back of her head and wrinkle her nose at this peculiar but familiar happening. The dog charged on without her! His master rolled her eyes and slightly kicked her boot heel into the ground and acted as her companion's lackey for once.
Brown eyes wondered throughout the small section where the inns and pubs were neighbors or even story's above or below another. Horses lined up at their troughs nickered and neighed as there was fresh hay and drinking water were replenished for the true settlers and carriers to the explorers of the West. solo riders eyed in suspicion through the murky window at her passing but she kindly tipped her hat and went by. Until, a husky voice bellowed, "Miss. Dorothy," with an Georgian accent only ripening in sweetness like peaches ready to be forged.
A larger man with a black vest and a white apron tied to his bulging stomach stuck his head through the farthest left window at the "Silvery Injun" where the bar station was located. A gingerly smile rekindled social need for her as she picked the ends of her khaki skirts and walked over to the wooden porch that thankfully had a hanging roof with boots tied to the roof by their shoelaces. The sight was so common that residents of the area heed no attention, not even did the owner publicly complained about this deed of mischievousness.
"Mr. Jenkins!" She excitedly called out. Mr. Jenkins, the bartender, nodded his head and held out a sweaty hand. Her brows furrowed together as she glanced at the palms and back at his face out of respect. Quickly but efficiently, she began to peel back one silk glove. Not once did she look away to the scenery but the shifts of vision came and went from the man. Still, she hadn't noticed his lips quivering and his face slightly reddening much like the bricks that made her home stand.
'Bwahaha! Missus, you know you mustn't need to do that!" The bartender laughed. Dorothy shook her head, giving a cool sigh. but a soft chuckle escaped from her. "It's a bit hard teaching an old dog new tricks," she admitted while gently sliding the glove back onto her hand. Shortly, Ruger came running back and yipping happily.
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[[Sorry for my absence. There's a lot going on in life right now, so I haven't really had much inspiration to go online & whatnot...
Anywho,
Couldn't find a decent picture that I liked, so y'all 'gon have 'ta deal with this one. X3
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Billy James
The lone traveler sat lazily in the saddle of his black pinto mustang, the reins loosely clutched in one hand as the other hand dangled at his side. It had been a long day of travel- of putting distance between himself and the town he'd just left and its law enforcement. Inside his large saddle bag, a decent sized cloth bag filled with gold coins bounced and jingled with every stride of the stallion. It was another pay day prize Bill had... "borrowed" from the past town's bank. The steed beneath him, Westwood, walked slowly along the cracked dry ground with his head drooping, signs of his obvious exhaustion made quite clear.
Billy wiped some sweat from his brow and casually reached around to grab his canteen that was strapped to the bag along with other supplies. Swaying a bit in the slowly dipping and rising saddle, he unscrewed the cap and lifted the canteen to his cracked lips with the hopes of quenching his parched throat, only to find the canister was indeed empty. "God dammit." He cursed hoarsely to himself as he roughly put the cap back on and dropped the canteen, letting it swing back to its place strapped to the saddle. Fortunately, though, the sun seemed to be slowly receding below the horizon, and the coolness of night would soon be upon them- though not being hot anymore did nothing for his thirst. Squinting, he could barely make out the silhouette of a small town, it seemed, in the distance. A smirk crept across his dry lips and he tugged Westwood's head around to begin heading for the town.
Before too long, the duo had meandered into the town- a small dusty place with many wooden buildings and a single dirt road running through the center of it. It ain't much for money, but it'll be a decent place to have a drink and get some rest, I suppose. Billy thought to himself as he nonchalantly dipped the brim of his Stetson at a few passing women in a subtle greeting. In a town as small as this, it was unlikely people would recognize the outlaw- just what he wanted. Lightly pulling his steed to a halt before a hitching post, Billy removed his boots from the stirrups and hopped out of the saddle, wobbling a bit upon landing due to the fact that he'd been riding for a day straight. Running his hand across the pinto's neck, he swung the reins over Westwood's head and proceeded to tie him to the post. After double checking to ensure he had all of his weapons just in case, he started up the wooden steps of the town's small saloon, his spurs jingling on every step.
Nudging the double swinging doors open, he slid inside, doing well to- for now- not draw any attention to himself. Nodding a hello to a few people, Billy made his way to the bar and quickly slid into a stool, resting his arms upon the counter. "What can I do 'ya for?" Asked the bartender as he stood in front of the man whilst drying a glass with a rag. "I could go for a bit 'a whiskey." Billy replied, his voice rough like usual. The barkeep nodded and disappeared below the counter for a brief moment before returning with a bottle in hand. He poured the alcohol into a mug and slid it towards the grateful traveler, who in turn slid him a coin.
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[Has anyone seen RainbowPass and Sherlolly?]
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[[Nupe. :/
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[D'aw. I hope they're both okay. We're sitting ducks 'till then. x3 ]]
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Sorry for my inactivity guys and girls, I've had to deal with some personal stuff recently))
WIP
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Chassidy and Jasper are both accepted, welcome!
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Thanks! I'll postt when I get home
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Bonnie Macfarlane
"Bonnie, left, turn left! Wait...I-I ment right...Oh i'm sorry!" Bonnie pulled tightly on the reigns for the two driving horses to halt. She turned her head to look at the girl sitting next to her, a young teenager, possibly thirteen years old sat there, concentrating hard on a map Bonnie's father had drew up. "Give the damn thing here!" Bonnie said in a thick Texas-like accent. She snatched the dirty parchment from the girls hand and followed a finger of the route they where taking to get to town. "Darn kid, do you even know your left from your right? We were meant to turn right to the town, not the damn graveyard!" Bonnie shoved the paper onto the lap of the young girl and took the reigns of the driving horses. She turned them around and got them back on the track before whipping the reigns to get the pair into a canter. "If you miss this train down to that stupid error I'm the one getting the blame and the telling off, and I aint havin' any of that!" Bonnie shouted over the horses thick thuds on the dirt road and the banging of the wooden wagon as it went over bumps.
Bonnie quickly jumped off the wagon along with the young girl and raced to the train with her, just as it was pulling out of the station. "Go, go! Get on that damn thing already" Bonnie said hoisting the girl up and onto the side of the train. "Sit down and tell your father I'm gonna ride to ya farm soon!" Bonnie shouted after the large train, the thick black steam surrounding her as it drove away. Bonnie crinkled her nose at the smell of the burning coal and walked out of the wall of fog waving a hand in front of her face. She listened to the loud ringing sound of the trains horn being pulled as she walked away, the leather boots whipping up the dust from the road.
Bonnie, if you are wishing to know, had just signed a contract with, yes, a thirteen year old farm worker. Bonnie and her father has purchased twenty cows, aswell as two bulls for breeding and meat. All of their previous livestock had been out grazing when they where rounded up by a group of cattle rustlers, hours before they where due to be guided back to their pens. Bonnie and a few farm workers had gone out with guns to find them but had found out through gossip that the entire herd had been killed when they got spooked and fell from the side of a canyon. Unfortunately, the bandits where already long gone before Bonnie's father, Drew had attempted to get his revenge.
Bonnie Macfarlane looked into a nearby Saloon where several men where talking and some staggering around outside from far too much whisky. Bonnie had no money on her at the moment for a quick drink, but as she walked back to her wagon, she remembered about the bags of corn in the back that needed to be sold to a food store across the road. "Me and my stupid brain. Swear my memory is getting worse. Figures with me hanging around with uneducated farm workers all day long." She whispered to her self. The young woman lifted herself up onto the back of the wagon and picked up two sack and cradled them in her arms as she got down and walked to the shop. She entered through the swinging doors and dropped the two sacks on the counter. "Miss Macfarlane, how nice to see you again. How many sacks of corn do I have the pleasure of attaining this month?" Said the man behind the counter. He was in his fifties but looked like a seventy year old with a large ginger moustache as thick as a gorillas thumb. "Got ten bags sir. And I don't need no help with 'em either." Bonnie spoke, walking back out of the store and back to the wagon. "There there girls. I'll get ya some water when we get back home," Bonnie spoke to the two driving horses, both of which where a dark bay in colour. Bonnie walked back to the back of the wagon and started to remove the sacks of corn two by two.
(I was so inactive and i am really sorry but hopefully this will make up for it? C:)