Landfall Basin. A large scrubland dip in the surface of the wasteland; crime has escalated. The disappearance of a notable bounty hunter acting in the stead of any source of security against the cruelty of men has given bandits and raiders the opportunity they need to fuel their ambitions.
Settlements situated near the few lakes decorating the basin floor have been victims of the evildoers thanks to their increased prosperity. Despite the attention turned away from them, the dwellers in the spotted farmlands, and drier towns and cities know that it's only a matter of time before they too are attacked.
Not only are these men and women taking advantage of others, but one in particular has seen another silver lining in all of this chaos. Pit Viper, as infamous for the deeds that his men have committed as his reputation for being cold-blooded, has begun his assault on other factions of bandits and the elimination of raiders. Some say that he has a master plan for his killings but if anyone has any idea of what it all leads up to, it would be the man hunting him.
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User: Strifer Garuwashi Name: James "The Kid" Logan (Often referred to as Jim the Kid) Side: Neutral Good Age: 21 Gender: Male Type of people/Job: Wandering Bounty Hunter Bio: Jim is very laid back, and is often found taking walks for no reason. He has a bad habit of taking very little seriously, and is often called lazy. Deep down Jim has a heart of gold, but his profession has skewed his views. He is also known to be a skirt chaser. History/Life: When James was a boy of ten his family farm was attacked by bandits and while his farm burned a Bounty Hunter caught up with the gang he had been chasing. James' parent died in the crossfire, and the Bounty Hunter took the responsibility of raising him in their stead. It wasn't very long before the Bounty Hunter discovered the natural talent hidden in James, and began to use his skills to their mutual advantage. Through the life of a Bounty Hunter Jim learned that life can easily be taken from you, and that things should not be taken seriously. When his partner and father died on a mission, Jim simply began to wander on his own, gathering his own fame. His ultimate goal is to get a bounty large enough for him to retire upon. While he's been Bounty Hunting on his own, Jim has quickly become a legend. There are rumors spread that his senses are honed to higher levels than Spirit Walkers, and that he once took down an entire den of bandits by himself. There's also a rumor flying about that his current target is Pit Viper. Accessories: He has two bandoliers across his chest, and his belt also holds additional ammo. He also has a silver necklace in the shape of a sloth he wears under his clothes. It was his father's and he uses it as a reminder to stay true to himself. Weapon(s): Four revolvers, two on his hips, and two in holsters under his arms which are hidden by his coat. He has a hunting knife that he keeps in a sheath on the back of his belt, and a rifle that he sometimes wears on his back, or keeps with his horse. The final weapon in his arsenal is a small gun hidden in his right sleeve. When he flicks his wrist with the correct manner, a spring pops the single bullet gun into his hand. This weapon is only useful at close range. Appearance:Jim The Kid
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User: Ty Gwynnia Name: Jack Nickolson, known as "Pit Viper" and referred to more often as Pit Side: Neutral Evil Age: 32 Gender: Male Type of people/Job: Spirit Walker, although while he leads everyone else to believe that he is only a wastelander he does not deny the rumors floating about/Bandit leader Bio: A sly and easy liar, Pit does what he needs to do to get what he wants. He allies with those he knows he can get rid of with little trouble and turns on his promises that he makes to men worse than him. He makes clear his less than noble intentions and hides what kindness he is capable of with secrecy, but under all that, he is a regretful man who knows that one day must answer to his sins. History/Life: Few know Pit's real name, but when he was still Jack Nickolson his future was bright. When his parents realized what he was, they sent him to one who would recognize and hone his talents as a serpentine Spirit Walker. He first disliked his Master, a slant-eyed man who had no arms. As such, he was taught to take advantage of speed and use of his legs and feet in a fighting style that normally relied on arms and hands. Jack grew tired of the methods and declared that if he had two good arms then he would teach himself. His Master relented and instructed him verbally on what to do, hitting him when he faltered. Jack grew stronger, underwent the harsh trial that rewarded him with his closest companion Sissa, and was present when his Master and the man's partner were murdered in quick succession by a falconer. This spared Jack much of the emotional trauma but hardened his heart, and so the bandit Pit Viper emerged. Although he took his revenge on the falconer, he committed an act in the process that he would love more than anything to forget and answer for. Pit waits for that day and has set his sights on the current prize at hand, eliminating raiders and his fellow bandits. Accessories: A string necklace with fangs of different animals strung along it. A leather ammunition bag around his waist that carries revolver ammo. A bandolier of repeater bullets also around his waist and over the ammunition bag. A wide pouch used for holding the sivir-scrub he chews. Weapon(s): A hunting and skinning knife in one boot, a dozen hollow throwing knives and various bottles of snake venom in the pockets of his vest, two revolvers holstered at his sides (one more worse for wear), a repeater that he normally leaves at camp but can carry on his back, his sivir-scrub venomous spit, a seemingly hypnotic gaze, a fighting style consisting of confusing hand movements and strikes of the hand to numb or paralyze pressure points, and Sissa (a 6 foot long western diamondback rattlesnake). Appearance: Pit stands at 6 feet and 2 inches with sandy blond hair cut short above the base of his spine and eyes that he can alternate between natural mossy green with normal pupils and snakelike yellow-green slit pupils. He wears a white button-down shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a dark leather open vest, dusty brown pants with a rope for a belt, and shin-high dark leather boots with the end of a rattler tail in place of where the spurs would be. He also wears a flat-brimmed hat with another rattler tail tied around the top with a strip of leather, and a large snakeskin tattoo spans his entire back and part of his neck. Three close-set scars like that from a bird of prey are carved into his left cheek, starting from the cheekbone and ending in ragged trails a few inches above his jawline.
Name: Ciaran Triel Side: Lawful Good Age: 22 Gender: Female Type of people/Job: Common person/Full-time ferrier of goods and people from town to town, part-time serving girl at any of those towns' bars or taverns Bio: A kind and compassionate individual, Ciaran believes that if people wish to do good then they should, and if someone is evil then they should atone for their actions. She often stresses over questions unanswered and becomes lost when plans go awry. Her nervousness is hidden by a brave front and speaking her mind has become a frequent aspect of her changing nature. History/Life: Ciaran was a rancher's daughter before she found an interest in traveling the open road during a trip from her home to town to sell goods. She left the ranch to her family and took the spare wagon to being her ferrying. She enjoyed the people she taxied around, their stories and their wishes, but she soon found that the pay wasn't enough for supplies for her and her horses. Between jobs, she would take up a second job as a serving girl in various bars and proved that she was capable of her independent life and fending off the advances of drunken patrons. Ciaran met Alex during that time, and despite his constant intoxication, they became friends. The two of them traveled even farther together, scaring off would be bandits until they both became tangled up in the life of a falconer. Ciaran grew close to Reign all the same, and was deeply distraught when one day he and Alex set off on their own on an adventure that would likely endanger her if she accompanied them. Now, she worries about the fate of them and when they will come back after leaving her in a strange area with unfamiliar towns. Accessories: Amethyst-stone earrings. A bracelet that braids a lock of her, Reign's, and Alex's hair tightly around a string of leather so that it doesn't fray. A sun-cracked leather journal that she keeps an active account in. An ammunition satchel strung across her torso that holds extra rounds. Weapon(s): A semi-automatic pistol on her waist, a revolver with an oak handle, a hunting knife in her boot, and a hidden blade somewhere on her person. Appearance:Ciaran Triel A pink sunburn, blush creeps across her cheeks and her nose. Ciaran's attire also includes brown, cuffed boots, a canvas rancher hat, and a long manilla duster coat. While she is working as a serving girl, most of her outfits are a white, low cut blouse, flat dancing shoes, a wide belt, and long, loose skirts that vary in color depending on the tavern.
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User: Rayne Engel Name: Kravin Wayne (known as "the Prairie Wolf") Side: Neutral Age: 21 Gender: Male Type of people/Job: Wastelander/ Bounty Hunter / Spirit Walker Bio: Very soft spoken personality and is withdrawn. He doesn't talk much and doesn't pay too much attention to others. He can be quite the trickster and for those that rub him the wrong way, he will lie, steal and bring ruin to them. History/Life: Is the younger brother of Lilac. Their home town was nearly wiped out by bandits. The bandits took his sister as a hostage and he vowed to find and save her at what he believed was his final thought. Before he slipped away into darkness, he saw the form of a dog, or maybe it was a wolf, he wasn't so sure. (continue reading if you want to learn about his journey finding his spirit familiar)
He awoke later in a cave, his body in immense pain. He heard a woman singing a luliby and he realized she was right there beside him. When she realized he was awake the stranger hushed him as he whimpered after she applied herb medicine to his wounds. She continued humming the tune and eventually he fell unconscious again. A week later he awoke, finding himself alone. He waited in that cave until a wolf came back to great him. After the wolf came the woman that had cared for him. She introduced herself as Tonectu, and her wolf familiar as Selic. She explained to Kravin why she saved him, and it was because she saw something special in him, saw that he was missing a very important puzzle piece. She also explained that Canine walkers were very rare, and she hadn't seen one in 20 years since her master. After she explained everything, he reluctantly agreed to searching for his affinity, his other half. After a a few years of training in survival and battle, Tonectu empowered Kravin to start out on his journey to find his counterpart. He started his new life in a small desert town, taking on small jobs here and there for the elderly. He kept quiet about his past and linage, not sure if he could trust anyone. Eventually he took on the job as a part time bandit hunter in close proximity to the town. One day while he was out in the desert gathering rare plants for a normal contractor, he stumbled across a caved in den with blood and bones surrounding it. From it he heard whimpering and he felt a pang in his chest. Some odd force pushed him to drop all he had and kneel and start to dig. He uncovered a small coyote pup who was covered in what Kravin assumed to be his sibling's blood. He hushed the puppy until it quieted. He took off his shirt and wrapped the pup inside before gathering his belongings and running back to the village. He raised the coyote despite it being difficult without the pup's natural mother. He did his best to teach her how to hunt, happy that she was able to catch on naturally. He was able to successfully raise her and they begin their own form of communication by eye contact and motions and vocal sounds.
When Kathina (his coyote spirit familiar) became a young adult, he decided to move out and become a wondering bounty hunter so that he could begin his search for his sister. Accessories: His eye patch to cover where he lost his eye from his childhood and the leather collar given to him by a young girl at the village he left for a farewell gift. Weapon(s): two, long range pistols that both have a longer chamber that he typically uses. He also has a silenced pistol for stealthy attacks. He also keeps stock of throwing knives and a dagger for extra weapons. Most of the time, no one can get close to him until he draws in for a close range attack. Appearance:Kravin appears this way, except has a "cut off sleeve" shirt that is dark black. His eyes are a deep green, and his hair is dirty blonde.
User: Rayne Engel Name: Lilac "Myst" Side: Evil Age: 25 Gender: Female Type of people/Job: Wastelander/ Bandit Leader Bio: Typically has a cocky attitude, as she is very confident in her leadership and gun skills. But she does have a softer side for her younger brother, Kravin. He is the only one she has ever loved and cherished. She believes he is dead and so she believes she has nothing left to live for. History/Life: After being taken by the bandits she was taken to their hide out. She watched carefully and planned it right, and she was able to free herself. She killed the guards that were looking after he and she continued to the man that was in charge. She snuck into his chambers and gave him the chance to fight for his life. She ended up killing him and the few other bandits that were left asked her to spare them. She thought a moment and declared herself the new leader. Though she had no idea what she was doing, she became a successful leader, and her followers have grown to respect her. Accessories: A jeweled necklace that she received from her mother at birth, and she has always had it with her for good luck. Weapon(s): With her small frame and being so agile, she carries many knives on her for a deadly surprise. Typically, no one can get close to her, because she is fast. She has her trusty rifle strapped to her back and two pistils sitting on her thighs. Appearance:Lilac appears like this, but her clothing is not so elegant. She wears a simple, yet clean cut hooded robe (dark brown in color) that can fully cover her face if desired, the hood material is thin enough to see through. It has one fastening place around the collar bone while the rest billows around her thin frame. She wears simple black leggings and dark violet corset lined in golden threads that is bullet proof, and long, dark brown boots that are slightly elevated to give her height. Her hair is bleach blonde and she has deep green eyes.
James Logan looked down upon the town from the top of the basin. It was the first on this particular journey, and in the rising sun the town didn't look quite so bad as it's reputation. Then again, Jim didn't look so bad for his reputation either. A hand went to the side of his saddle bad, brushing past the rifle and pulled his hat out and placed it on his mop of brown hair. Dark, determined brown eyes locked on the town as he kicked his horse into a trot and made his descent into the basin.
The sun was directly overhead before Jim had made it to the town, and the people treated him as he expected. Their eyes turned down towards the ground, not a smile on their face as the lone rider slowly made his way through the town. His horses steps slowly plopped upon the ground as Jim made it to the town saloon, located directly in the middle of town. Jim hopped off his horse, his light brown coat flowing as his boots hit the ground. A slight clinking noise was produced by his spurs with each step he made, and he tied his horse off in front of the water basin. From where he stood he could hear music playing joyously, and the sound of rough men laughing and drinking the day away. Bandits weren't his type of crowd, but he needed to find his new target, and the less law in the town the more information he could get.
Jim's spurs were noticed first, and as he pushed the door open many of the men inside turned to look at him, and it took only a moment before a man made a comment."Hey boy! You ain't old enough to be in this town, let alone the saloon. Why don't you run back home to your mommie kid?"This produced a round of laughter from the men at his poker table, shortly followed by jokes from all the tables full of men. Four of the ten tables were full of men, all of them playing a different type of poker. Five card stud, texas hold 'em, five card draw, and seven card stud. Jim's dark brown eyes took all this in in the moment he looked into the bar. In the far corner there were two men talking in hushed tones, and giving dirty looks to anyone who looked too long from the poker tables, and the rest of the tables were empty. The pianist looked like a bandit himself, and had two pistols hanging from his hips as he happily played his tune.
The Kid crossed the room to sit in the empty table in the corner. Most people always thought this was a disadvantage as he would be trapped should a brawl break out, but frankly that was how Jim liked it. He'd rather have his back to the wall than to an enemy. His right hand brushed the sweat from his brow, then gripped the brim of his hat to take it off and sit it on the table, letting his mop brown hair breathe for the first time since sunrise. Dark brown eyes continued to examine the room, he was directly across from the bar now, and the bartender stood cleaning spare pint glasses with a dirty looking rag. It was then that she caught his attention,and his dark brown eyes lit up with a sparkle. The beautiful blonde wearing a serving girls outfit. Her skin was burned slightly, implying that this wasn't he only job, but the one she needed at the moment."I bet he just crawled out from between his mommas legs just this mornin'!"Another round of laughter from all save the two men in the corner with their hushed conversation. Jim the Kid ignored them and kept his attention on the blonde, and when she looked his way, he raised a hand to signal her over.
Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:28 pm
Ciaran was personally proud of her ability to keep a calm face during her second job, especially when the behavior of the patrons of particular taverns was little better than wild animals. Making fun of others was a childish tactic in her book, not suited for grown men who had a respectable appearance or reputation. Unfortunately, she'd realized that this wasn't the best crowd to speak out of turn in when she talked to the serving girl whose shift she took over a few hours earlier. And even more unfortunate for her was the fact that she needed money for supplies and, in this spot of wasteland, she couldn't afford to skip town.
When the new arrival waved her over, she restrained her urge to shoot a glare at the overly merrymakers for their taunts and made her way through the filled tables to the lone customer. A few other patrons called for her attention or for more rounds but her fellow servers took care of most of the requests. Ciaran, upon approaching the table, dipped her head and curtsied politely, one hand lifting her maroon skirt's hem above the dusty floor as her knees bent for the moment. "Good afternoon, sir." She said with a friendly smile, a brief thought entering her mind that he looked vaguely like one of her missing friends. "Welcome to the Clinking Glass! My name is Ciaran and I'll be happy to assist you. Is there anything that you would like at this time?"
Pit leaned back lazily in the creaky chair he sat in, his green eyes half-lidded as he watched the man across the table review the terms scrawled on the paper placed on the table. If the air was warm outside of the small farmhand's shed than it was hot inside of it, and that made his blood feel as if it was running sluggishly in his veins. He repressed a yawn, glad that his facial expression only conveyed boredom and not tiredness. "Are we in agreement?" He said, startling the other bandit out of his obvious contemplation.
"How do I know that you're not just tricking me?" The man spat back, but not with venom in his tone. No, he said it with the biting annoyance of someone being interrupted rather than actual anger. Rubbing the bandit leader the wrong way was a sure shot to the grave. "For all I know, you could just be plannin' to kill me after I sign and get my men to believe I'm takin' a piss out back rather than comin' out with you." Pit smiled, his smirk not betraying that the plan voiced was exactly what he'd been thinking of doing. "And where would that get me?" He asked, as if the idea had come and gone in his mind rather than sticking. "I'm sure that course of action would be the wisest but honestly, what would that get me? More enemies at my back in place of allies, that's for sure." "You've been attacking all of the other leaders..." The man pointed out. Then he tapped the paper with a dirty finger. "Don't tell me that you've given them this same deal, too, Pit." "Of course not!" Pit laughed loudly and clearly. "Because they were the ones who had to be killed!" At the strange look in the other man's eye, he elaborated, splaying his hands to the sides as a sign of peace. "Think of my recent work as a culling of the weak. They would have turned on me, or barred me from my goal, and they had to be removed. But you, you're one of the ones that shows promise in joining with me. Both of us will be richer for it, if you trust me."
The man averted his eyes, thinking once again, before he raised them up. A nervous triumphant smile spread across his face. "Well, when you put it that way..." He made as if to reach for the pen to sign his name, but at the same time Pit saw the muscles in his other arm clench and heard the click of the hammer of a gun under the table. "But I'd like to keep my head on my shoulders thank you very much, and I'm thinking that maybe this "deal" would take it off."
As the woman made her way across the room to him, Jim eyed her with a twinkle in his eye. He practically felt her eye twitch in the direction of the men cracking jokes at him, and this only made him smile. When she got to him and spoke her formal tidings, the gunslinger at the table put his arms behind his head, as he leaned back in his chair and propped his legs up on the table, his left leg over his right. The left boot was now covering one of the men that had been obviously planning something devious in the bar. Jim showed his genuine toothy smile as her voice pierced through the hyena laughter like a beautiful chord of Beethoven's symphony.
"I'd like a glass of water, and the name of the diamond stuck in this rough and tumble town." Clearly the men playing poker only heard his drink order and burst into a heavy laughter, many doubting that James was even old enough to order a drink himself. The Kid continued to ignore them, as he had made his move already. The revolvers that were on his hips now out in plain view to the barmaid, but they were still hidden by the table from the poker players. James broke eye contact only for a glance to examine the hyenas, noting that the one with the wise cracks earlier now had a lit cigar in his mouth. Jim let his light brown eyes look deep into the ocean of her blues. As though her eyes were the water that made his lowly dirt eyes sprout with life, he kept his attention toward her, but focused on the burglars.
Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:34 pm
Kravin sat on the ledge or a cliff, looking down upon the most beautiful landscape he could imagine. "Nothing but dust and barren land huh?" He growled slightly and grit his teeth. Kathina was also looking out, not so say admiring, but she was keeping her eye out for the prey. Kravin lifted his hand to her head and rubbed her head between her ears. She glanced her eyes up and nodded, leaping off the cliff, finding her landing on smaller cliffs. Once she reached the bottom she ran off to hunt for the prey. He continued to sit on the cliff, gazing at the sun as it rose higher in the sky.
"What is the point? Is she even alive?" He gripped the cloth in his hands. It had been seven years since that night. It still angered him that he couldn't do anything. This spirit walker stuff and his new full time job had taken his attention away from his goal. Of course maybe it was all for the best because now he was more equip to survive. Kravin wiped his brow, sweat already forming in tiny beads. He stood and pocketed the cloth before he began his decent down the cliff, scaling it just with the same ease Kathina had. He started in the opposite direction of Kathina, running if full sprint. Once I get this target I'll be able to focus on finding her.
Myst sat sideways on her horse as she rode into a town she often visits. She smiled at the familiar buildings and familiar scene. This life was better than she thought it would be. Sure it was filled with blood and death but after the life changing even she has become very different. She's now stronger physically, mentally and emotionally. Myst got over the loss of her family and youth years ago when she killed so many men all within only an hour's time. Emptiness filled her as her eyes glazed over. She realized every now and then how much blood was on her hands, but she needed to not let it bother her as much as it did. That's the only area where she lacked as a leader is her over emotional outbursts. But her men understood that that was a part of her, as some of them were still around from when she first came into the group as a captive.
Her horse finally stopped by the saloon, her steed familiar with the town itself. She shook her head a little and fixed her hood to fit better. It was the secret to her perfect and pale complexion. Beauty was her greatest weapon after all. Myst has settled many deals simply by looking pretty. She smiled as she slid off her house and tied her horse to the post, brushing him for sometime before she left to go inside the saloon. Sh pushed the door open with her gloved hand and the rowdy men quieted for a moment to examine who came in. A few whistled "If it isn't Glorious Myst?" She stopped and raised her hood, smiling sweetly "Oh how could you ever so tell?" She already knew the type of answer that was coming. The man speaking to her was a man she usually saw here, and every time she came was a different complement. Most of the men returned to conversation. Those that didn't recognize her or those that didn't care about who it was. "No one else could rock legs like yours, sugar" She didn't hold in her laughter as she continued to walk by, shaking her head. "Better luck next time, buddy" Myst had to admit that he had a good imagination. Any normal girl would probably swoon over his words, but not her. She stopped found a seat against the back wall not far from a loner talking to a waitress. Myst noted the young girl was new and probably a roamer. She sat in her usual spot and waited for service.
Ciaran felt a warmth spread across her cheeks at the compliment and the look in the man's eyes. She was used to such comments, and heard many of them from other patrons when she was serving in the bars and taverns. But this time it seemed different. There was no look of greed in his eyes and no hint of suggestion in his tone.
"Ah," She started to reply, but stopped and swallowed. Her throat felt a little dry all of a sudden. "You're quite the gentleman, aren't you sir? I think I already introduced myself, but sometimes it's hard to hear your own thoughts in these places. My name is Ciaran." She kept her smile on her face while she noted the guns the man wore at his hips, and hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble between him and the bigmouthed customers. Out of the corner of Ciaran's eyes, she saw another person enter the bar and take a seat nearby. She turned and raised a hand to one of the other serving girls in the area, signaling that she'd take care of that patron as well. "I'll get your glass of water in a jiffy, if you'll excuse me." She smiled once again at his brown eyes and sincere grin before she bustled off to the newer customer, a beautiful blonde-haired woman. "Hello, and welcome to the Clinking Glass! Is there anything I could get you miss?"
Pit's easy smile never wavered even as the audible click echoed in the small space. "Now pal," he said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table in a friendly manner. The other man started in his chair, the look in his eyes that of a desperate animal that has gained the advantage, and the bandit leader returned to his laidback slouch in the seat, raising his hands again to show that he wasn't planning anything untrustworthy. "Let's not go assuming things, huh? I want to make an honest deal with you." The lie didn't soothe the man's frayed nerves this time, unfortunately, and he kept his eyes trained on Pit just as he turned his head to spit in the dirt by a table leg."You think I'm a damn fool, Viper?""And to make sure that things go the way I want them to, no foul play or whatsoever, for instance, your little gun under the table trick, don't you think I have my own way of going about that?"
A new sound broke the tense silence, the aggravated whirring and shaking of perhaps dried peas in a paper bag. The other man's eyes widened and a mixed expression of realization and fear overtook his anger. He moved his mouth soundlessly, trying to get out a word or two, but those movements stopped altogether as he practically froze in place. Something had slid past his boot and was coiling around his left leg, traveling upward just as he managed to glance down. The sweat that had beaded on his forehead fell freely as he saw the massive western diamondback rise upward and curl around his torso to rest its head on his shoulder. He gulped as the color drained from his face.
Pit's smile became a cold smirk as he allowed his mossy green eyes to shift to their normal albeit slitted pupil yellow-green in the afternoon light slanting from the small window near the roof. "They don't make no rumors for no reason, do they?
((Your bolded words are catchy.))
Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:45 pm
(( I like bolding them because it helps me notice where what they saying are. Like if it wasn't bolded I may blur the words and text together. lol ))
Jim smiled at her sincerity, this woman was not one accustomed to this town, so her second job must involve traveling. Of course he mentally cursed himself when she spoke about her saying her name already, but it was clear he'd made a good impression. The room quieted for a moment, and by the time his light brown eyes to catch the view of who had stepped into the bar the gorgeous blonde was already being hit on by a man at one of the tables. Her beauty would make most men think only with their engorged blood, but it was obvious that was her intent. As she walked her hips swayed, but not enough to hide the guns belted around her gams. When the new patroness sat down, not far from where The Kid was himself, Ciaran excused herself politely to help the lady. He let her go with a nod, and focused his attention on the woman.
James' light brown eyes soaked her in as Ciaran made her way over, and just by looking there were a few things to note. The way she held herself, coupled with the way the rowdy had calmed when she came in meant she was dangerous. Dangerous and a regular. Most likely a bandit leader, of no small posse if she was around. Rumors had that most of the small bands were being knocked out, and that was why The Kid was even here in the first place. While Ciaran introduced herself, Jim allowed his eyes a moment of free time from their scrutiny, and went from her head to her toes taking in the wonderful view allowed to him while her attention was focused elsewhere, before he went back to scanning the room. The men were still talking in a hush at their table, one still covered by Jim's brown boot, while the men had resumed their poker forgetting to mock Jim as the mistress had drawn their attention. The man who had been cracking the most jokes took a big draw on his cigar, and let the smoke out with a puff, and Jim kept his ears open, despite the piano resuming it's intensity to listen to the new woman speak. She was the biggest threat in this room, or so they thought.
((I've always been a fan of bolding the conversations. I've done it for a while now, and should have been a habit before I started here. wink ))
Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:48 pm
Myst darted her eyes quickly over to the young man that was eyeing the waitress. He seemed like the type that would chase skirts, and from his attire he was either a lone bandit or a bounty hunter. It was hard to tell which one specifically. Myst turned to the waitress and smiled sweetly at her. "Ah yes, I would like the normal please. A simple beer, lots of foam though." She placed her elbows on the wooden table and leaned into her hands, not letting her deep green eyes sway from the girl's face. She looked familiar. Maybe they had simply crossed paths in another place and time. "Oh and also, can you bring me an extra deck of cards?"
Myst leaned back into her seat and looked around in the crowd of men. The man she was suppose to meet wasn't here yet. They had known each other for a year now, and she trusted him just as much as he trusted her. A bond between to bandit leaders like they had was rare. This was because of his secret that he wasn't so attracted to women as his charade made it seem. She liked this about him. A man that treated her like a human despite her looks, not some sexual icon.
(( I'm not sure what to post for Kravin right now as he'll probably just be running through the wilderness most of the day. I'll update when he finds something important other than dirt and cacti. XD P.S. He is after a NPC bandit right now. ))
((What are your thoughts (both of you) to swearing in this? Up to sailor standards or not?))
"Of course, miss." Ciaran nodded accordingly and curtsied as well. "If you need anything else, just call for me, my name's Ciaran, or another waitress if I'm busy." She swept off, slipping through the small gaps between chairs occupied with patrons or tables pushed together to make a larger playing surface for their respective games. A few men lifted their empty glasses for her to take them as she went by rather than wait for the pitcher being brought around by another serving girl. She mentally cataloged their orders next to the first two she'd taken.
While the barkeep filled the empty ones up and poured the two others that differentiated, she glanced back over her shoulder at the crowded interior of the room. Her eyes passed over the newcomers specifically, and she found herself wondering why first such a young looking individual would stop by, and why such a pretty woman would even deign to enter the musty/sweaty atmosphere. Maybe they were just passing through town, or maybe they were regulars. She didn't know, and she probably wouldn't learn it anytime soon either. Her job here would only last a few days and at the most, a week. The barkeep rapped the counter with his knuckles and drew her out of most of her thoughts, and then she was back between the tables with glasses and mugs in her grip and a deck of cards under her belt. After she took care of the poker playing men, she set the glass of water on the table and made sure that the woman's drink wasn't dripping any of its foam. "Your water, sir. Probably more appetizing than anything else here." She lowered her voice down conspiratorially for the last part.
"Viper," Pit repeated slowly back to the other man. "A snake, or a cold-blooded dealer. Most people take the second when they think of me. I don't accept the rumors for the first, but I'm not denying them either." He leaned forward again, pleased that this time there was little reaction from the bandit. Small wonder. The beams of light shining on the table brightened his profile in the dim shed, three scars on his left cheek. "But let's not get off track. What about this deal?"
"I'll sign it! Damn you, I will! Just...don't let it bite me..."The man's capacity for boldness in the face of danger was amazing, actually, but the last vestiges of it trickled away when the snake flicked a lazy tongue at him and rattled its tail again. Pit used a finger to roll the pen on the table back to the other side. "Relax. Sissa won't strike unless I tell her to." Sissa rattled her tail again and Pit felt a tinge of annoyance from her in the back of his mind. Her shot her a meaningful look along with a fragmented image of a cat playing with a mouse to get his point across. As he did, the other bandit picked up the pen in shaky fingers and scrawled his name down. "There now, it wasn't that hard was it?" Pit stood and swiped the paper off the table in one smooth motion, and his eyes shifted back to their natural green. "Pleasure doing business with you." Pit bade Sissa to untangle herself from the man and he stood as well, glumly uncocking (?) his pistol and jamming it into a hostler. The pair stepped out into the sunlight in front of both of their respective men, Pit's bandits making up the majority of the group. He lifted the contract up for all to see, surreptitiously moving his other hand to his belt. "As you can see, we're both alive and well, and the better for it," He said aloud to them. "Any who stand in our way now, or who objects, will be killed." Pit turned to the man behind him and drew his gun. "Unfortunately, you objected. And you were wrong. I'll kill you in front of my men." The shot rang out and the gun back in its spot before the body collapsed to the ground. The expressions he saw as he turned back were half of joy and half of resentment and anger. The dead leader's men knew now that he'd take no insubordination or turncloaks among them and if they even tried to do anything, his own men would turn on them. He glanced up at the sun's position as if just noticing it. "My it's late. I should probably go check on the boys at camp and make sure they haven't burned anything down yet. Unless I've forgotten something."
Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 11:13 am
((Personally I like swearing, but it's up to you guys.))
Jim kept his eyes about the room, the woman had simply ordered a drink, and a deck of cards, presuming she was going to play solitaire, or perhaps even a game with a friend. The fact of the matter was, she was dangerous, and dangerous people attracted people of equal stature, he'd best set this place straight before he couldn't get away with it. His thoughts were interrupted when the Ciaran put his water down on the table. Fortunately, she was on the side closest to the bar, out of the way from the card playing men, and also the hushed men who were drinking and looking around the room now. Jim's eyes lit up as her voice entered his ears. "I do appreciate it my desert rose." He smiled at her, but it was interrupted as the card players realized his drink had arrived, and began their insults once more."I bet his whore momma taught him all his manners."At the words, The Kid's eyes lost their sparkle, and his smile became flat. "I do apologize miss, but I've got to take care of something. It'd be best if you stood where you were."
As the words left his mouth Jim turned his head, and lowered his hands to his hips. A quick examination showed that the man who made the joke was now smiling with his cigar in his mouth, so Jim decided to relieve him of his tobacco habits. With his left hand on his left pistol, Jim drew the right revolver, cocked the hammer and fired. The bullet hit the end of the cigar, first causing it to explode in the man's face, then forcing the cigar out of his mouth and to the ground. Jim moved his gun slightly to the right and fired once more, as the man next to him pushed his seat back intending to reach for his guns. The bullet hit the top of his hat, blowing it from his head to lay next to the cigar on the ground. One of the hushed men, the one that had been covered by James' boot, had been able to get to a full stand before Jim could act. With his left hand, Jim drew the remaining pistol on his belt in a smooth, but incredibly quick motion. Jim tiled his boot to the right to find that the man only had his gun half out of it's holster, so he pulled the hammer back and squeezed the trigger. The bullet flew quickly, only allowing the man to get the gun completely free from it's holster before it struck just above the chamber, forcing the gun into the wall, and then to the ground with an audible thump. The bullet ricocheted upwards, harmlessly passing through the roof. Jim then moved his left hand gun to the blonde sitting all on her lonesome, and cocked the hammer.
Now the room was dead silent, not even the piano player daring to move. "Now that I have all you rat b*****d's attention, I'd appreciate it if you could help me out." A smile found his lips, but it wasn't the sincere one he had flashed Ciaran. It was cold and full of malice. His eyes showed no sparkle, as though clouds had covered the night sky blocking all view of the stars. "My name is Jim. Many of you may know me as Jim the Kid." Many of the eyes in the bar grew twice their size at the mention of the name. It appeared that the bounty hunter didn't have to say anything more. "And if any of you rat bastards happen to work for Pit Viper, just let him know that I'm looking for him." His devoid eyes turned to the blonde woman once, before he brought his thumb to the hammers or his pistols, pulled them back just slightly as he squeezed the trigger, and slowly lead them back to their respective places. In a smooth, but deliberately slow motion he put his revolvers back in their holsters. With his right hand he grabbed the glass of water, and his left hand he crossed over his chest so that he may finger the hidden revolver under his left armpit. James turned to Ciaran, the sparkle back in his eyes, but his face showing little to no emotions, his light brown eyes meeting her lovely blues. "Thank you for the water Ciaran. I'm sure it'll be the best glass I've ever had." He nodded at her as he took a sip of the water, it's tasteless refreshment pouring down his parched throat, cleansing his traveling thirst. He set the water back on the table, and crossed his right arm over his left arm as the men settled themselves back down to their games of cards, and the piano resumed playing, even if it was now more quiet than before.
Myst patiently awaited her drink and cards, not in a hurry or rush. The woman couldn't help but roll her eyes at the boy's words. He was such a pushover, just like the other bandit that always complemented her. She was never fond of such pushovers. She had yet to found a guy that got under her skin, and she hoped for it to stay that way. Maybe she liked girls and just didn't know it yet. Whatever the case, love and relationships was the last thing on her mind. Her business deal coming up was very important for her and her friend. It would benefit the both of them and get them a few new buddies.
Her thoughts froze as her eye's turned to look down the barrel of the gun pointed at her. Myst's expression was impossible to read, and inside she was trying so hard to hold her laughter as the boy went on his speech. Of course she had heard of him, but she didn't really care. Reputation put up by strangers meant nothing to her. What mattered is what reputation the person held in her book, and right now his reputation wasn't a very good one. Myst thought about Pit for a moment then. She knew so much about the leader, but she never had the chance of meeting him. She heard he had special powers that put him above everyone else.
Myst leaned forward in her seat, even with the gun pointed at her. She trusted him not to shoot, knowing he was smarter than that. Once everything was settled down and back to normal a young man came in. The men around him looked up for a glance before returning to their games. His name was Pascal James, and he was known as "The Joker". He was a very known man for his specialty weapon that was always attached to his arm. Pascal looked around before spotting Myst, and his serious and dry face suddenly lit up with a huge smile. He rushed over too her before picking her up out of her seat. "Oh hello dear friend. It has been too long hasn't it?"Myst laughed lightly and hugged her friend back before they both sat down and began having small chat.
(( He is a temporary character as he will probably die soon enough ))
Kravin had been wondering for most of the morning before he picked up on some tracks. He sniffed the air again, the smell undeniable. Meat cooking... The young man's mouth began to water as he realized he hadn't eaten at all so far today. He licked his finger and held it into the air, and followed against the wind. Kravin was nearing rocky hills, and he assumed whoever was set up for camp was using that for cover. Smart, but also dumb at the same time. As he got closer to the land mark he picked up another scent, his pray. This was the man he was after.
Kravin knew he should make this as quick and clean as possible. The sooner he acted, the more likely he would get a free meal too. He smiled at the thought of food as he scaled the rocky side of the hill up to the cliff that he could follow to keep him in high ground. He pulled out his silenced pistil and readied it to fire as he creeped along the hillside.
