{Young Guns: Wild West RP} -Remade and Renovated- {OPEN}

[Liepi]

Sky watched silently, almost facinated as he worked on the watch. She smiled when he handed t back. She brushed the face of the watch with her thumb then looked back up at him. "I'm Sky by the way. My father owns the Muerto ranch." She said smiling. "And you are?" She questioned. She chuckled as his weasel climbed oto her shoulder. She glanced at him. "And who is this?" She chuckled. She brought her hand up and rubbed his head with a finger before returning her gaze to the man. Her green eyes shined as she glanced around the shop.

Worst post ever. x.x Didn't know what all to say.))

[Vask]

(It's okay xP)



Nathan flicked his eyes at her, running a hand through his brown hair again. "I'm Nathan. Owner of this junk pile." He said nervously, giving a nervous chuckle. He looked at Bennett now, what a little joker. He watched the girl pet his head gently. "That's Bennett. He's sure taken a liking to you." Bennett sniffed around, poking his nose around. He then sat himself down Sky's  shoulder casually. Nathan gave a nervous smile to the girl, trying to not be nervous but it was pretty obvious. His icy blue eyes met hers for a moment before he got uncomfortable again and looked down. He never wished so much that he wasn't always so nervous around people. Well...not always. Not around friends anyway. At least he thought so. He hadn't had any real friends for years. Since he tucked himself away inside his workshop and rarely talked to anyone. This was probably the longest conversation he's had in a week. "Sky...Very appealing name, miss...if I may say so." Nathan stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

(SHORT GAH)

[IndigoCloud]

Christine Abernando | Chrissie | Silver Heart
"You have one shot. Just one. So make it count."

After about ten minutes of waiting, Chrissie stood up and reached for her notebook. She loved to draw in her spare time, but she had drawn almost everything in the shop by now and she needed some more inspiration. She had a special liking towards drawing people, but it would be strange to just go around asking people if she could draw them. Sighing in exasperation, she pushed the notebook aside and made her way over to her sewing machine. She was in a creative mood, so picked a teal-coloured fabric that matched her eyes and got to work.

Chrissie was roughly 5 minutes into sewing when a loud scraping noise erupted from the once-quietly-humming-machine and it stopped completely. Exhaling slowly and frustratedly, she shook the device. "Stupid piece of-" the soft tinkling sound of the door opening interrupted her. An older woman, around the age of forty, came in. "I was wondering if you could make my daughter a dress. Top quality. I want it to be lavender, lace trimmed with the best silk money can buy." All of this was said in a rush as Chrissie fumbled for a graphite pencil and her notebook. She drew a rough sketch of her idea and held it up so that the woman could see it clearly. "Is this what you are looking for, ma'am?" She asked politely, smiling at the nodded reply. "I want it done by 6 o'clock tonight. Not a second later. I will pay you if I am happy with the results." She briskly turned and left. The young woman stared down at the broken piece of machinery before her. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Slamming a hand down on the table and causing Bella to raise her head in alarm, Chrissie picked up the sewing machine. It was heavier than she had expected and she was very close to dropping it. Mustering up all of her strength, she carried the piece of metal all of the way to the door. Kicking it open with the toe of her boot, she side-stepped to the next door 'gear place'. She pushed the door open with her shoulder and dragged her way to the counter. "Sorry for any interference. Nathan, right?" She greeted, "But I'm in a bit of an emergency and I need a hero like you." She said breathlessly, dropping the broken device on the counter with a dull thud. She turned her head to see another woman next to her, "Oh... Were you being served? I do apologise. I'm just in a bit of a hurry." She apologised sincerely, a stray lock of hair falling into her blue eyes.

[Vask]

Nathan was about to say something more when the door opened. The lady from next door pushed herself through the door. He listened to her words, and he nodded. "Oh, yes. Of course. I'll uh, speak with you later Sky." Nathan turned himself towards the sewing machine. He nodded and went over to take a closer look. It shouldn't be too hard. Nathan went back behind his counter. Taking a few tools he easily opened the top of the machine, looking through the gears and such. His icy blue eyes spotted the issue. A long string of thread managed to find its way into the gears, causing it to back up. Nathan sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out his dagger. He reached in and cut the string loose. He then went in with a few more tools, for good measure. This thing was like a dinosaur. It took him a good five minutes before Nathan looked up again. "There was a thread caught in the gears. After I got it out I uh, upgraded your machine a bit. I do hope that is okay. It can now run itself faster and with more accuracy, so you won't have to go back and fix loose threads as much." Nathan cleared his throat. He hated talking, but loved talking about machinery. THAT came easy to him. He swallowed, running a hand through his hair.

[Liepi]

"I've always wondered what this town would be like without those outlaws..."

Sky turned and saw another womn enter carrying a sewing machine. She smiled at her and reached up to set Bennett back on the counter. She made to the door looking back as Nathan spoke. "I'll pop in again sometime." She said. Sky exited the shop and pulled out the pocket watch to check the time. It was nowhere near noon and she still had money left over. Alot of it at that. Plus her father needed a couple more horses and she could easily tie them to the back of the wagon. She climbed up onto the wagon stumbling a moment but catching her self and slid up on the seat. She clicked her tongue for the horses to move and headed towards the Tobin ranch as she called it. She'd done business with Analyse or at least her father has. That's where she got Kala. She broke the horses into a gallop. It should only take her fifteen minutes to get there from her own house so about 30 she predicted. Sky sighed and continued on the rugged path towards the ranch. She decided she would stop home and unhitch the horses, change and saddle up Kala.

She saw the ranch in the distance and skowed to a trot as she got closer. After a couple of minutes she entered again and skid out of the seat, going into the house with the leather bag of stuff and setting it inside then going back out to the horses. She grab hold of the reins and brought them to the front, leading the horses towards the stable. She stobbed just outside, backing up the horses into a fenced in part with no gate at one part where the wagon is meant to be. She unharnessed the two bay horses and led them to the pasture by their bridles before bringing out Kala. She took a lead and wrapped it around the fence, hitching Kala up in a way so she could go get the tack. She walked into the stable getting a brown leather bridle and straddling it over her saddle. She put her arms under the saddle and lifted it up, walking back out and laying it over the gate. She got the bridle first, sliding in the bit and sliding it over her ears. She pulled her forelock over the top part of the bridle then went back and grabbed the saddle. She threw it over her back and tightened the girth, making it sure it wasn't going to slide off. She then took the reins and led her up to the house, tying her reins on the hitching post there.

Sky walked inside to be greeted by her father this time. "Where ya headin'?" He questioned. "It's a surprise pa.," She said with a smile as she went up the stairs to her room. She opened up her wardrobe and pulled out her jeans, a black blouse and her black cowboy hat along with her boots. She quickly stripped to her undergarments and then got dr4essed once again. She walked to her nighttstand and opened the droor, pulling out her revolver and hunting knife. She holtered her revolver aand slid the knife in her belt before going down the stairs and past her father without another word. Sky stuck her right foot in the stirup and threw her left leg over the mare's back. She pulled the reins loose and grabbed hold and she dug her heels into the mare's side, sending her through the gate at a gallop. She had her lasso on the horn of her saddle where she usually had it as she made her way to the other ranch.

After nearly fifteen minutes she had mde to the ranch. She could see Analyse not too far away and trotted towards her, pulling her hat off her head and restung it in her lap. "Mornin' Analyse," She said politely. She steadied Kala as she climbed off and grabbed her reins. "O know it's such short notice but do you have any horses for sale? No need for them to be trained. My pa is capable." She chuckled.

[Chunky_Squirrel]

Alright, done with the application! ^.^

[sparticles]

Analyse Tobin

"This isn't something I love to do, this is something I live to do."

As the 32-year old woman continued across the dusty track that lead through the middle of the ranch she came to a sudden halt - now standing atop a large hill that overlooked the small town below. Her long lashed fluttered as she glanced down at the slow-paced filling streets. Her blue/green/grey gaze rested upon the small silhouettes of people beginning to fill the dusty-town. Everyone seemed like ants from the view she had, hurrying by exiting and entering buildings - the obvious being ontop an equine or sided with their canine friends, it all looked so peaceful despite the buildings and poles covered in wanted posters and the bandits and theives lurking around the corners - it was a great place.

But, her attention was soon pulled from the small town below - loud, bellowing 'choo-choo's' rung out from the distance causing her eyes to run across the land. Her gaze rested upon a wooden track, her head slowly moving to the right follwing the track - the rails seemed to rattle and the sound of chugs began to get louder. Lifting her gaze from the wooden track she glanced up, realising the familiar steam train that passed through delivering goods and often people would hitch a ride in the few coaches at the back. For a few seconds Analyse watched as the steam train began to draw closer - fascination filled the fairly young woman as she watched it swurve around a easy corner and nearer the town in seconds - letting out more echoing sounds.

As soon as the smile had grew on her face it quickly faded, feeling something press against her leg she turned - the pack of cinids standing, starring at the woman ready. She couldn't help but chuckle at the looks on their faces - glancing up at her with their tails wagging and heads tilted, although it was rather cute. Smilign she turned around "Alright gang, let's go wrangle those broncos!" she smiled as she headed towards the stable to grab Stantion and her equipment - her canine group getting food and a drink ready. A medium-sized party would soon arrive and help the group wrangle some Mustangs to tame and auction off.

[Jane-Doe]

William Iero

William unlocked the front door to the small town of Ridgewood's current and only bookstore. It was passed down through the 'Iero' family since the town of Ridgewood was founded nearly a century ago. The bell hanging above the door jingled lightly as Will pushed open the large mahogany door, and let it close behind him. He trudged over to the wall covered in a green and white wall wallpaper where the switch was.

He flicked the light switch on before heading over to the wooden counter where the cash register was, as well as a stool behind it for sitting. He hoisted himself into the chair- still half asleep. Despite the "No Smoking" signs hanged outside and inside the shop, William lit up a cigar and placed it in his mouth.  He rarely listened to signs- especially his own. If he wanted to smoke a cigar this early in the morning- damn right he was going to.

He inhaled and exhaled a puff of smoke, before letting out a tired huff. Hopefully, not too many customers would come in
today so that he could close up shop and leave early. Will forked his fingers through his mess of dark brown locks, trying to wake himself out of 'zombie-mode.'

[Jackkdaw]

((Hey guys I'm sorry for my absence. I don't have a computer or very good internet out here. If anyone posted an app. please let me know, as it's quite hard to navigate on this phone. I will have to wait until Saturday to type my first post because I'll have a computer then. Sorry again y'all!

[Liepi]

I believe TinyTail finished her application on the first or second page. Also, I'm gonna restart my last post from leaving the ranch. On my phone so nothing fancy right now.))

Sky trotted out of the ranch on Kala, her hat atop her head and her lasso on the horn of her saddle. Once they exited the gates she dug her heels into Kala's sides and got her to a gallop as she made h way back into town. The area was dry and rugged, mostly cactus, dirt and more dirt. She sighed and turned her attention back up ahead. The town came into view in the distance. In a couple minutes she made it into town, slowing to a trot then to a walk as she made it to the stables. She knew there were ought to be horses for sale. Sky threw her left leg over the side of Kala as she dismounted. She grabbed the reins and got them over the mares head before securing it to the hitching post. Her eyes drifted inside as she glanced around. She could see the owner in there and had met the tall man before. Sky walked In through the stable doors and was met by him instantly. "Can I help you?" He questioned. "Oh yes, do you have any horses for sale?" She asked. He motioned for her to follow as he led her down the stalls to the back left. A black stallion was inside. She smiled at the stallion then looked at the owner. "How much?" He furrowed a brow and scratched his chin. "I'll give him to ya for two dollars. Only cause yer pa used to come here and do business often." He muttered. She huffed. That still was way more than she hoped to spend for a horse but she forked it over and open the gate to his stall. "Does he have a name?" She questioned, not taking her eyes from the beautiful horse. "Aye, Fala. Least that's what the old red skin that sold him told me." He muttered. She smiled and took her lasso from where she had attached it to her belt and tied it to his halter. "Thanks." She called back as she made her way out of the stable. She tied the lasso on the horn of her saddle and mounted Kala, pulling the reins free and digging her heels into the mare's side, immediately getting her to a gallop. She soon exited the town for the last time that day and headed back to the ranch.