Tattaglia's father was in an over seas car accident. Tatt will be having to help care for his father, and wont be able to participate anymore. Emu will be our new barkeep.
Tatt, you always have a spot open here, and I wish your father a speedy recovery.
Tim happens to be walking by Ethan West as he mutters "lol,ok", Tim had never heard this sort of language before, was it a foreign dialect, or had Ethan simply gone insane?
when you don't use anything to indicate OOC talking, Kelethor.
I'll edit more into this post later, but for now, I need to do something else and work out my conversation with Freebie through PM.
Sighing, Amy pushed away the glasses. "Some day..." she thought, placing the glasses inside her personal "To be Washed" cupboard. She leaned against the counter, watching the variety of men wandering into the bar and order drinks. Dully, she dealt them their poison, her mind not on the task.
And the men knew it. Normally she was so bouncy, so cheery, even when old Wickett had passed last summer. But now... now her sorrow permeated the room. Even the most intoxicated of men were quickly shushed by their compatriots as the night drew on.
At last, Amy could go no longer. She rapped a glass against the table, loudly proclaiming "Sorry, boys. Bar's closing early tonight." Waving away the groans, she continued in a cheerful tone. "Boys, boys, boys, drinks are half off tomorrow! You'll get your fill then!"
They left her with a rousing cheer. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Bar is now closed to patrons! Night folks!
Although that guy who went up to talk to Ace is still there.
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Nah Edwards meeting with his contact now can we just say that ace let him be part of the town gaurd?.... Oh damnit the post above me is there anyway to delete it?
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Minutes after closing and as nearly immediately after everyone else'd left, Ol' Jimmy stumbles over in a stupor, waddling toward the bar's entrance. Mostly intoxicated already, he beats on the bar door with weak fists.
"Openuh... Up...." He rasped in his stupor "Uhm Thirs..."
It was at this time that Jimmy collapsed into a lump, and fell asleep. He hadn't passed out, in the normal sense of the word, as he was snoring quite loudly.
As he snores, he utters strange words, mentioning "Bacon Bits" and "Tender Vittles" as well as "Connect Four" and "Potato Sandwiches"
after exploring the entire town, John finds the bar. he figured that he would get a drink and just stay there for a little while. He walks up to the door and finds an older man who appeared to be sleeping on the doorstep. he knocked on the door but there was no answer. He justed looked at the sleeping man who was mumbling names. John was confused by these names. Who were those people? Why does this town raise so many questions? John turns around to find something else to do.
Ethan finnaly made his way into the Barn, making sure all the animals were still there, and nothing was stolen, yawning, he walked upstairs, into his quarters. he looked around the old room, mementos from his parents cluttering the room. a closet full of his parents clothing, his fathers old Hat, and most importantly, a photo of all three of them in front of the farm, he was so young then...he needed another drink, but he knew the bar was closed. he sighed, and let himself fall into bed.
Dust floated off the ground in brown clouds, invisible in the night. A portly man walked around the well and faced Edward.
"Ah, Edward, good to see you showed. I was afraid you wouldn't."
Turning to face him Edwards eyes wer'nt completely adapted to the dark yet, a few secounds later and things were fine.
"Would'nt show huh? Well I can meet with ya all I want guess whos a town gaurd? I'm not bound by curfews, but theres one thing I want to know, how did you find out my name?"
"I have ways of getting information, connections everywhere, I know people from here to Shanghai, nothing escapes my notice. As for the job, big things are going down, I can feel it, I need protection. Pay is 3 dollars a day with a bonus of 5 of Saturdays, you in?"
Looking around Edward gave his response. "Yeah sure with money like that how can I refuse? Sure just tell me what needs doing."
"I need protection, and you are the most capable, unbiased man in town at this time. But, I'll need to hire you through proper channels so as not to arouse suspicion. Do you happen to have any special talents, or should I hire you on as a stockboy?"
Thinking to his gourment cooking skills for a moment Edward shook his head. "Nah no special talents at all just make me a stock boy yeah"
"Alright then, meet me at my shop tomorrow at 9Am, and don't be late."
On the desk in his office, Sheriff Drummond stretched out a crudely rendered drawing of the layout of the town. There was no way the town could be defended adequately - there were too many passageways and rat runs for any invader to sneak their way in.
No-one had volunteered to stay on watch, so it was up to him to keep an eye out. He checked his six shooters and grabbed a flagon of moonshine and headed back to the night air. His chair was set up on the porch and that was going to serve as his lookout for the evening. Drummond watched everyone go about their business, waiting until silence of night gripped the town.
Despite his best efforts, it wasn't long until a combination of tiredness and moonshine took hold of the sheriff, leaving him snoring his way through the dark night.
Amy left out the back door, wrapped in a thick leather jacket she had filched from Ace's closet a few days ago.
Wearing leather trousers and a billowy cloth shirt, Amy stepped briskly in the cold night air, her long crimson hair pulled into a tight tail. She passed the sleeping sheriff, the well where a pair of men stood chatting. She turned her head, specifically focusing on not eavesdropping.
She strolled quietly through the town, the moon's light illuminating her beautiful features.
After a long discussion with the priest, Jon stepped out. The Father's pacifist attitude angered him, and he felt force ws needed to help these people onto the right track. But no, 'this was not the christian way'
He considered going to the bar and getting a drink, just once, but his decision was made for him when he saw it was closed. Instead, he walked out into the town, hoping the cold air would calm his spirit. He turned his face up, to watch the stars. In this manner, he almost walked straight into Amy
"Sorry miss, I didn't expect anyone outside right now"
Jimmy sparked awake like a dim campfire doused with water. His stupor felt gone, the look on his face no longer awash with the dopey look of a hangover. He stood, looking around at the town.
"Why am I at the bar.." He muttered to himself. "I was just beside the.. Uh... Uhhhhhh..."
He puzzled, and grumbled to himself, trying to determine his former location. He couldn't. After a resounding sigh, he proptly surrendered to the mild amnesia and peered into the bar.
"Damn, closed already.. And... I think I'm sober... I hate this town...."
He wandered off into town, trying to determine his former location by examination, muttering explitives as he did. Gazing around at the peculiarly awake residents of the town. He avoided them all deliberately- The two men who stood chatting, and the woman chatting with the priestly man. Jimmy found his own narration innaccurate.
(Priestly man... More like Utter Fool. Yes, that's what I'll call him from now on... The Fool.... Yes, you got that, narrator? Chatting with the Utter Idiot or something.)
Right, so... Uh.
The two men who stood chatting, and the woman chatting with the priestly man The Worshipping Fool.
(Yeah, that sounds pretty good, but I would've gone with--)
Stop interrupting my narration.
It was then that Jimmy proceeded to kill himself up, out of town, onto one of the tall, brown-red mountains the protuded from the dry sands of the desert.
Turning a corner, Amy was mildly shocked by the sight of what appeared to be Jon's chin. A rushed apology reached her ears, and she smiled weakly. "It's quite alright, Jon. Would you mind if I walked with you? It's a bit lonely out here."
With his assent, she linked arms with him, and allowed him to lead her in a slow stroll. "So, Jon. What's the Father's plan? I know you're close to him; if anyone in the town would know, you would."
As the night air took over the scouts observed the village. From the safety of the rail road they could see everything. The young priest talking to a bar maid. Two men, one fat, discussing what may be business, and a drunk.Appalled at the fact that no one discovered the Dead Horses they had realized that obviously they hadn't made their point.
The needed to sacrifice someone. Yes... Sacrifice.
They slowly crept into town and looked around, their eyes searching the darkness for something. They then saw the bar doors swing open, and they ran back a little. A man started to walk towards them. He looked as if he had important businesses to conduct and a look of grief on his face.
As he got ever so closer, the raiders crept around him. As he approached the door of the Union Pacific one of them ran and clubbed him in the head. His blue eyes sank to the ground as he was out cold. Dragging him back the track they had their way with him.
As blood splattered and stained the railway they took their trophy. Pulling his long blade, the man who seemed to be the leader scalped him. Holding the head up high by his thick dark brown hair, the remaining scouts brought the body back into town and left it outside the bar.
Their point had to have been made...
Inside the mans pocket they left a small note.
Mre will die if we no recieve payment. We be n contact
[HEADING=1]Chapter 1: Payment[/HEADING]
OOC: This is taking place around the same time as the latest batch of posts. Let me know when you want time to skip to morning.
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