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| OnTheCruze | Dec 17 2009, 10:17 AM Post #16 |
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A small boy in the back with short red hair and freckles, made his way to the front of the group. He looked a bit older then the others and had recovered a little quicker from the shock. His wide eyes looked towards both of theirs, scanning them with insecurity. The oldest of a children, a small boy with red hair and freckles moved to the front of the group. “Are you here to help us?” Before Jorell could answer Reeve’s said, "Ugh.. No I aint here to help ya kid... I'm here to take down a murderer. You all better stay here and hope he doesn't know where that scream came from." Jorell could sense the awkwardness about him; this guy hadn’t spent much time around kids before. Jorell patted the kid on the head, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here safe and sound.” Jorell scanned the town from the windows. Still no sign of life caught his attention. Reeve noticed the same thing. "Oh shit... Jorell we gotta get out of here, he aint coming to the houses cause hes movin on, he never stayed in one area remember?" Jorell nodded. He didn’t want to leave the kids, but if they didn’t move no they might lose their chance to catch Death Vine before he visited another town. Jorell turned back to the red headed kid. “My names Jorell and I’m going after the man who did this. The man isn’t in town anymore, but just to be on the safe side I want you all to stay in this house until I get back, ok?” Looking around the room Jorell spied a water barrel. He took a few ingredients from his back pack and some coco bean resin and poured into the barrel. After lighting the fireplace Jorell beckoned the children over to his location. "This is my famous fuzzy lumpkins chocolate dream syrup.” Jorell procured some cups and scooped up some of the warm, bubbling, chocolaty drink and handed it to the kids. “Drink this, it’ll make you feel better.” Jorell had come up with the drink as a way to calm down noisy kids in his father’s restaurant. Not only did it taste wonderful, it had the side effect of making one extremely sleepy. “I’ll be back shortly, so just stay in the room, ok?” Jorell followed Reeve’s out the door and helped him put it back on his hinges. Hopefully those kids won’t wake up until this mess is finished. I don’t want them wandering around town just yet. Jorell scanned the barren town. "If we are lucky he'll still be on the road, but where gonna have to move fast." If they were going to catch Death Vine they would need to move quickly. “I saw a horse stable over there. If we’re lucky the horse will still be alive. We can use them to catch up to Death Vine.” |
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Dec 24 2009, 10:56 PM Post #17 |
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Jorell had an obvious knack for dealing with children, and quickly came up wit ha solution to the problem. With a few steaming glasses of chocolaty delight, the kids were no longer sobbing, but sitting quietly with each other, savoring the drink. Reeve was beginning to become impatient, when Jorell spoke, "I saw a horse stable over there. If we’re lucky the horse will still be alive. We can use them to catch up to Death Vine." Reeve had nearly forgotten the mans blood lust, even for animals. "Your right, we'll be lucky if a horse survived. But if my memory serves me right, horses tend to keep pretty quite in storms unless the thunder frights'em." he said, already on the move towards the spot Jorell motioned. The rain continued to pour without any sign of letting up. "The weather sure has been crazy, cant remember the last time it rained this hard on Wild West. Maybe its an omen." The building had to large sliding doors, lined up on a metal track. A thick chain was wound around the handles, making a knot. Reeve quickly walked up and pulled out his gun, "Good thing I didn't send a round towards those kids," he said pulling the trigger on his gun. It had been covered until now, but his gun was obviously custom made, housing two over sized barrels and 4 triggers running down the handle. He put his hand on them all and pulled hard aiming for the chain. The sound of a small explosion was heard, blowing the chain into small fragments and leaving a bowling ball sized whole in its place. "What do you think of my explosive shells? made'm myself." The handles no longer were usable, and so stuck his hands in between the doors beginning to pry them apart. "Give me hand with this will ya? Its rusty." Reeve said, groaning slightly from the strain as the door slid a few inches. (Sorry for the lack of posting, some serious events have thrown themselves at me recently and had to be taken care of.) |
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Dec 26 2009, 10:21 PM Post #18 |
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Jorell sighed. He had hoped that the rain would have let up but it still was obstinately falling down. As they made their way towards the building Jorell could finally get a good look at its features. The large sliding doors of the barn were tied off with a thick chain, firmly secured with a padlock. Jorell inspected the padlock. This is a heavy duty padlock; no way we can break it down. Going to have to find another way in. Before Jorell could search the barn for another entrance Reeve’s pulled out his gun. Jorell’s eyebrows arched ever so slightly as he took a good look at Reeve’s gun. That’s a curious looking gun, I wonder what it can do. Jorell’s question was soon answered as the explosive power of the gun was unleashed. "What do you think of my explosive shells? made'm myself." Jorell stared at the massive hole left by Reeve’s gun. “Most impressive…” Jorell stated, still in awe at the guns explosive capabilities. "Give me hand with this will ya? Its rusty." Jorell nodded and joined in Reeve’s effort to pry the door open. Man, this door is jammed in. Jorell dug his heel’s in and pushed the door with all his might, creating a gap big enough for them to go through. (No worries, glad to see you back) |
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Dec 29 2009, 03:04 AM Post #19 |
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With a loud screeching sound the rusted frame began to let up, opening the gap large enough for a horse to pass through with little difficulty. The inside smelled of manure and hay, and the walls were lined with saddles and stirrups. Reeve stepped inside taking a look in the first stall. It was empty, and the gate to release it on the opposite side wast locked as well. The next stall held a horse, brown with white spots painted over it. It was saddled quickly then the reins handed over to Jorell. "Just ride West as fast as you can." Reeve said, holding out his hand in a shake. "Ill catch up with the next horse." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rain had beat upon his back for hours, but he was not sure if he felt pain anymore. It seemed to all be a blur, but what made him like this? He couldn't remember. His ghostly white image stood out like a sore thumb. He walked, what seemed like a small crack could be heard in the distance behind him, it was ignored. Moving by road now he followed the path, not knowing where it lead. It had been a while since he knew exactly what he was doing. Although from the distance it looked like a drunk murderer staggering around, in fact it was only innocent man. Gun shots were now routine for him, ever since him and his brother planned the heist. He could remember small blips of it now and then, what else did he have to do after all? |
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Dec 29 2009, 11:37 PM Post #20 |
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Jorell shook his hand and nodded. “I’ll hold you to that sir.” He turned the horse towards the direction of the road and gently prodded her hind legs with foot. “Time to go.” He lowered his body onto the horses neck and gentle goaded her to move ever faster. Death Vine had a head start but he might be able to catch him if he moved fast enough. This rain might be a blessing in disguise. With all this rain he won’t be able to move quickly. I should be able to catch him on the road still. Jorell struggled to see the road ahead of him. The rain was still coming down as heavily as it was before; the dark skies obscuring his vision. After what felt like hours but only a few minutes Jorell spotted a long figure walking on the road. He pulled the reins of his horse. “Whoa girl. Slow down.” As the horse slowed down from a fast paced gallop to a slow trot Jorell hailed the stranger. “Hey there, where are you off to?” His fingers grasped the hilt of his gun, his eyes carefully watching for any sudden movement. I have to be prepared for anything. He thought to himself. Alert and braced for fight, Jorell waited for the man to respond. Edited by OnTheCruze, Dec 29 2009, 11:40 PM.
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Dec 30 2009, 03:35 PM Post #21 |
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Reeve continued down the line, throwing open the gates and looking inside quickly. After the fourth gate he looked inside and was able discern the jet black horse staring back at him. He quickly saddled him up and rode after Jorell, hoping he made it in time to claim his prize. "C'mon girl, lets catchem." Reeve whistled to his horse, whose black sleek fur became dampened as they left the stable. It had been a while since he rode a horse, but it was just like riding a bike right? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A voice came from behind him, although he didn't understand the words he spoke. The sound of a young man under the heavy purring of the rain. He was not sure if the rain was hot or cold, but he was positive it was raining. His arm began to lift itself, and a hot vibration called for him. He could not help but move his hand, the burning feeling taking over his arm and taking the gun in hand. He turned around and looked at his next victim, who stood tall. The horse beneath him was beautiful, and the rider looked proud. His arm was limp but held the gun firmly, creating a whip like effect when he threw his arm forward. He pulled hard against the force, he didn't want this. The bullets shot off in an odd direction, away from horse. |
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Dec 31 2009, 12:22 AM Post #22 |
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Jorell scanned the man as for the response. As his gaze centered upon the man’s face Jorell’s eyes narrowed. That mask, it’s the same as his bounty poster… The man stopped but gave no other indication that he had heard Jorell’s statement. Jorell’s eyes narrowed as he watched the man quickly turned around. He was holding an object in his arm. Jorell instinctively dove off the horse and pulled out his gun. As the shot rang out both of Jorell’s pistols were centered on the man. The horse neighed loudly and ran off back down the road. Jorell missed the comfort of having a friendly soul with him. Now it was just him and Death Vine. Humph, no time to waste being mad at the horse. I've got to take him down or stall until Reeve arrives. Jorell wiped the water that had accumulated on his face with the back of his hand. An unconscious but futile effort to clear his vision. He doesn’t look as vibrant as in picture, but he seems to be Death Vine. Jorell quickly glanced in the direction of the shoot before bring his gaze back on his target. Odd, back in town he seemed to be the expert shooter. One shot one kill. His hand jerked just before the shot was fired. Seems like he couldn’t make up his mind about killing me. Jorell studied his surroundings. The land was pretty much flat and muddy. The rain continued to beat down, the water continuing to obscure his gaze. This rain is going to make it hard to aim. I’ve got to move closer. Also have to keep my guns dry, don’t want them to fail because its raining. I’ve got to make these shots count. As a large lighting strike illuminated the sky for a split second Jorell addressed the man again. “Jack Vine the dead eye, aka Death Vine. Wanted for thievery and murder. Already creating an infamous resume for yourself.” He stated coldly, slowly inching forward while he talked. “I’m giving you one chance to come in quietly. If you refuse this chance…” Jorell’s mind traveled back to that small cottage where the family lay slain. His grip on his pistols tightened. “You will find that I am not as merciful as the marines would be.” This should be close enough, Here goes nothing. Jorell took aim and fired his pistol at the man’s weapon, and steeled himself for a retaliatory shot if it failed. __________________________________ Disarm - 6 Type: Defensive Range: long Stats: N/A Jorell quickly unhoslters his weapon and fires at the enemy's weapon to in an attempt to knock it out of their hand. |
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Dec 31 2009, 02:23 PM Post #23 |
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Reeve raced on with his horse hoping for the best. It had not been easy coaxing her out of her warm bed and into the cold nights rain, although a few sugar cubes cured her resistance. He nearly forgot how to get on, throwing his large body over the seat several times before balancing successfully. His brow dripped and his socks felt like their collectors, cold feet making this night all the more enjoyable. Gun shots where heard ahead but he couldn't tell how far. Until for a brief moment the head of a horse was visible under the torrent. He rode forward encouraging his horse. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Suddenly he no longer was in control, and his body began to move. The bullet from the enemies gun rang out, and a violent pain took his right hand. He looked down at his right hand calmly, measuring up the wound. A hole through his hand, yet he held the gun tightly. The pain had been too much for him, he raised his arm and tried to fire back at the man. NO! His body screamed for it to stop. His movements where fettered and unorganized, firing his gun at random intervals. The bullets aim was obvious though. |
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Jan 3 2010, 05:48 PM Post #24 |
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What madness is this? He didn’t even flinch… Jorell dove on the ground, the cold muddy ground sending a slight shock down his spine. The man began firing sporadically. This is the famous Death Vine? How did he manage to kill trained soldiers and bounty hunters with skill of this level? Still, he’s a dangerous one, Got to keep my wits about me. As Jorell lay still in the mud, rain still pouring down as Death Vines random shots echoed across the barren land. Something’s off about this. Is this really the man who killed those people? Jorell shook his head. Doesn’t matter, a mad man firing a gun randomly is still dangerous, time to take him down. Jorell took aim with both guns and fired. _______________________________ Twin Snakes - 4 Type: Offensive Range: Long Stats: N/A Jorell quickly unholsters his guns fires both guns once and quickly reholsters them. Edited by OnTheCruze, Jan 3 2010, 05:48 PM.
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Jan 4 2010, 09:58 AM Post #25 |
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The gun shots rang through his mind as his horse carried him to the enemy. He feared the worst for Jorell, having heard several gunshots already, he knew that Jorell must have survived the first ones. He approached from the rear, then cut into the field as he drew closer, making his way around the side for a surprise attack. His horses hoofs made small squishing sounds as he walked in the mud. "Gotta make sure he does what hes been told." Reeve said, watching the scene unfold. Jorell shot twice more at him. It was hard to make anything out underneath the rain, which when combined with wind created a sort of cold splash across your eyes. His horse pawed at the ground nervously, feeling the tension in the air. He was slightly surprised by how cool the horses acted around the gunfire, though they were in the Wild West, and gunshots were likely common to hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All at once it seemed, the pain stopped. The burning feeling left his arms and his head, leaving only a cold heavy throbbing. The vision came back, letting him once again look around at the world, although it was darkened and raining. A warm trickling cascaded down the from of his arm, and he looked to find where the bullet had struck true. A hole about the size of his pinky dropped him to his knees. Looking around for the perpetrator, he found the man riding on his steed. It had been too long that he sat by, and watched himself commit heinous crimes. So much death had been on his shoulders, and now all of it could be washed away. He feeling of relief was short lived though, as the hole in his hand and body now ebbed away at his life. With his last bit of strength, he was able to stand. He looked at his hand and found it to be clutching the gun with white knuckles. "Aghh!" He moaned, throwing the gun to the ground. He felt the connection between himself and it break, like a mirror shattering inside his head. No longer was he to be a puppet, so maybe now he could rest. So many days he walked, without rest or food, and it could finally be over. His head turned slowly towards the one who saved him. "Thank you..." He said, allowing his body to crumple under him, sprawling himself on the ground. |
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Jan 7 2010, 11:39 PM Post #26 |
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Its…over…? Jorell thought silently to himself as Death Vine threw his gun into the mud. Jorell was surprised. Going into battle meant facing death but he had escaped this without so much as a scratch, physically anyway. His thoughts went back the slain family he had encountered earlier. Here he had defeated the murderer, ready to take him to justice. Shouldn’t I feel…happy? The cold rage that had enveloped him earlier had melted away. He had imagined this battle on the ride over. He would confront their killer, ask him why, why he had slain them. He would fight this man in a one on one duel to the death, each using their skills to eliminate the other. Instead Jorell was treated with a silent man, who couldn’t seem to attack head on. A silent antagonist, who seemed so weak and frail now that the fight was over. Jorell wondered if this was the man who was responsible for the slaughter back in town, all those dead people. His thoughts wandered to the children sleeping, not knowing if their parents were still alive. Finally, his thoughts settled on the murdered child. His anger resurfaced, but as Jorell focused his attention on Death Vine it slowly melted away. Though injured Jorell guessed that the man had a chance of survive his wounds. I could finish this right now…No one’s here but Reeve. I could eliminate this monst… "Thank you..." Jorell watched as the man said thank you, barely audible over the heavy rainfall. Thank you? Since when do mons…murders like him thank the people bringing them to justice? Jorell walked up to the man slowly, his eyes on the lookout for any surprise attack. When he reached Death Vine Jorell knelt down, checking the man’s pulse. It was faint but at the moment he was still with the living. Upon closer inspection Jorell saw signs of fatigue and malnourishment. His skin seems unusually pale, and these bags under his eyes…Walking in the rain for a few hours wouldn’t do this to a man. Jorell felt the smooth wooden handle of his pistol. Weak or not this man is still guilty, the blood of many innocent rest upon his head. If he wanted, this would be his best opportunity to eliminate him. His last chance to wipe this murderous bastard off the map. The man who had killed that girl, who had made orphans of those children who were now left to experience the world…alone… experience…Jorell looked into the sky. We are the sum of our experiences Jorell. One of his father’s favorite phrases. Your born in the world much like a blank slate your experiences shape you, mold you in ways that are both predictable and unforeseen ways. People come here because they like to have a good time. A friendly face to cheer them up when their feeling down, a place for celebration, a place to hang out with friends, and a place to drown your sorrows. It all happens here, in this restaurant Make sure you mold the customers with a positive experience. The customer will pass on that goodwill to others, who will in turn come to this restaurant as paying customers! So always pass on goodwill son, always… “Hmph, sorry Dad, but I cannot help this man.” Jorell pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Death Vine’s head. He envisioned himself pulling the trigger. No….just because you can’t help him….doesn’t mean someone else can’t help him. Jorell had heard that phrase man times before, back when he was first learning how to wield guns. His first few gun instructors had deemed him unteachable, a fool with no skills at gunplay. If Mr. Rosetti hadn’t said those words, Jorell might of given up on gunplay. “That old man is always right…still...” Reeve's voice now enterd Jorell's mind. But most of all, when you shoot, and you do kill... Make sure you know how to handle it. Ive seen men break down after killin, not an easy sight. Jorell sighed and reholstered his gun. His minded seemed to be finding any excuse not to eliminate Death Vine. Even if it seemed to go against what he had been envisioning for hours, Jorell knew better then to come to a decision of this magnitude with his conscious in disagreement. He bent down and examined Death Vine’s wounds. Jorell bandaged the man’s wounds as best he could before lifting him up and placing him on Reeve’s horse. “Lucky that you arrived here to escort the bounty back to town.” Jorell said as he walked over to where the gun lay. Aside from the intricate designed handle it looked normal enough, certainly not high tech like Reeve's gun. “So this is the gun which steals men’s souls…” Jorell muttered to himself softly. Could it be cursed? But no, such things do not exist in this world. Jorell had heard rumors, mainly from drunken sailors, about men with devilish powers and abilities. Jorell had labeled such men as fools who couldn’t handle their liquor. Still he couldn’t make sense of the way Death Vine had thrown the gun away, nor his unhealthy appearance. Could it be cursed? Jorell sighed, angry at himself for believing in such things. I might as well believe those stories about devil men those drunken sailors went on about. Jorell bent down, his hand hovering over the gun. Even if it was cursed, Death Vine seemed to be able to resist it. Jorell’s thoughts went back to the recent battle, focusing on Death Vine’s indecisiveness to killing him. “Hey, Reeve!” Jorell called out, “If I start acting funny, use your gun to blow this gun to bits.” Jorell then turned to gun, half stuck in the muddy ground. His hand closed over it and pulled it out of the mud. ![]() 14 Edited by Edit, May 30 2017, 09:30 AM.
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| Norwegian Peasant | Jan 11 2010, 10:41 AM Post #27 |
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"Well now Jorell, I dont think you'll have to worry about that." Reeve said, his arm moving from behind his back and pressing the barrel of the gun up against the back of Jorell's head. "Now why don't you go ahead and give me that gun there?" He continued politely, though venom engulfed his words. Reeve had walked up behind Jorell without him noticing, and now it was time to take what was rightfully his. Looking down towards the body lying on the ground, Reeve smiled inwardly. He had finally managed to obtain that which he chased down for so many months. The white words scrawled across his shirt stood brightly against the darkened night, his legs though covered in hair seemed to give off a faint glow. The tattoos on his legs had become more vivid, detailing what looked like roots growing up the bottom of a tree. "You have my thanks for taking down my brother here, I would not have been able to do it myself. You see my brother there tried to run off with my prize, but he couldn't handle it." Reeve's voice was clear, and unemotional while talking of his brother. The cold indifference of death and life filled Reeve as he thought of the gun again. "There was a story once, of a gun that drew people in. A gun that was crafted by the finest maker across the four blues, but lost to the ocean for years. This gun supposedly gave power to those strong enough to wield it, but drained their life away if they could not control it." Reeve said, making sure his words were clear under the heavy pounding of the wind and rain. "I knew my brother would not be able to control it, that's why I had him steal it in the fist place. From the moment I lay my eyes on that gun I wanted it, and so I found a way." "It seems like a long time ago now, but not long enough to make me forget. Me and my brother were planning to steal the gun, and sell it to the highest payer. But things didn't go as we planned. The night of the robbery my brother started to get cold feet, saying that there had to be a way to make money without robbing anybody. He was a fool. He was completely oblivious to the real value of this gun, which I never planned on selling." The barrels of his shotgun where still pressed flat against back of Jorell's head, prodding it with inborn excitement. "His mind was weak, he never wanted power or much of anything. What a pathetic way to live, its a good thing he wont have to for much longer." Reeve continued, his eyes wide and anxious at the sight of his prize. "Now go ahead and hand that beautiful weapon back to me before the road has another idiot lying face down on it." Reeve finished, prodding him again. |
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| OnTheCruze | Jan 18 2010, 11:06 AM Post #28 |
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“I see, so that’s why you wanted to track him down.” Jorell stated, a bitter edge evident in his voice. "And here I thought brotherly love was one of the strongest bonds someone could have." Guess this is what happens when you think you know someone. In my current position I won’t be able to get a shot off with my guns. The cold, heavy metal of Reeve’s gun was placed firmly at the back of Jorell’s head. His only choice was a gamble. Judging from his position I won’t be able to get a shot off without turning around, but that movement will most likely cause him to shoot me. Jorell sighed as he examined the gun in front of him and then constructed a mental image of his own body. If he fired at himself just right a bullet would easily slice right through him and keep on going out the other side. It was his only chance to take Reeve by surprise. After all, who would be crazy enough to shoot himself? Guess this is my only option, there’s no way I’m letting him walk away with this gun. Jorell picked up the cursed gun and turned the muzzle towards his own shoulder. If this bullet doesn’t hit him I’ll have to think of another plan. Jorell fired, instantly feeling the pain as the bullet tore a path through his insides. His eyes teared up as he bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain. As the dark red liquid poured from his body and pooled in a small puddle around his feet Jorell looked over his shoulder at Reeve. |
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| Norwegian Peasant | Jan 19 2010, 11:37 AM Post #29 |
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A large crack came from the barrel of Jorell's gun, sending a twinge of pain down the left side of his body. A small trickling sensation and warmth left him cringing, holding tightly onto the gun with his right arm, he continued to stand strong. With a grunt he swung the barrel of the gun strongly over the top of Jorell's head. A large metal clang resounded as he did so, telling him his hit struck true. His breathing became labored, and he looked down to see his wound was more serious then he thought previously. Jorell was shorter then he was, meaning although his shoulder was obviously shot, the bullet managed to hit the upper portion of Reeve's rib cage. It had missed his heart, but a few coughs had told Reeve all he needed to know. He picked up the gun and began to walk back to his horse, holding his side with as much pressure as he could muster. It was obvious he was not going to be able to make it anywhere in his current condition, and slung himself onto the horse with a loud moan as the pain from his wound sparked his mind. The horse began to gallop forward in the muddy street, bouncing him up and down. "Man, looks like that little bastard got a lucky shot in." Reeve muttered to himself, the world around him becoming more of a blur than the rain could ever do. Leaning forward against the saddle of the horse Reeve began to feel like taking a nap, oh how nice it would be just to fall asleep. He was no longer cold, and started to realize his pain was subsiding as well. Dropping his custom made shotgun in the mud, he was soon to follow. Slumping from the side of the horse, a sick splat told him he hit the ground, but he didn't feel it. He held the gun up he had so desperately tried to obtain, looking at the holster and the intricate designs upon it. "This is really what I died for?" He thought to himself. The sun on the eastern horizon began to rise, giving the clouds an effervescent glow that he thought only he could see. His horse continued to pat on into the distance, ignorant of its dropped rider. Not that it mattered anymore, as the last breathe he drew was one of mixed emotions, anger towards himself, anger towards the gun, and love towards his brother. His thoughts raced for a moment before his synapses shut down, "Well I dont think Ill be joining you up there brother, but tell dad his gun is in good hands." and so he closed his eyes. Edited by Norwegian Peasant, Jan 19 2010, 11:39 AM.
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Tyler Brittlestone • No Position • Blacksmith • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 3,850,000 Location: North Blue - Hitsuji Archipelago Veila Viliquah • Captain • Doctor • The Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 10 • Beli: 1,150,000 Location: South Blue - South Amerigo Benny Cobble • No Position • Shipwright • No Crew • Rank: None • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location: Out at Sea | |
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| OnTheCruze | Jan 23 2010, 12:57 PM Post #30 |
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“Ugh…” Jorell moaned as he came too. The back of his head was throbbing horribly and his shoulder felt numb. The bright beams of sunlight made him squint. "Wasn’t just raining…?" He muttered to no one in particular. Jorell slowly sat up and used his arm to wiped the dry encrusted mud off his face. He inspected the damage he had inflicted upon himself. A hole though his shoulder still remained, the cascade of blood which had being pouring had slowed down to a small trickle. The combination of the blood loss, throbbing head, and bright sun were making him very light headed and woozy. The area around him seemed empty, dry and barren as always. Jorell tore some strips off his shirt and used them to bind his wounds. As he did so, his mind wandered on Death Vine and Reeve. Reeve is gone, my plan must have failed. Not only did I fail to retrieve the gun, my bounty is gone, my partner betrayed me, and I’m in the middle of the desert with no food or water. Jorell sighed and began to walk along the road. In his current condition he would probably pass out due to his dehydration and blood loss. He could only hope that he would run into some kind soul before that happened. As he stumbled across the desert his mind kept replaying the events of the other day. How could I have been so blindside like that? I thought I was a good judge of character. I should have been more observant and suspicious. That oversight is now going to cost me my life. After walking for what seemed like hours Jorell tripped over a metal object that had been obscured by the sand. As he hit the ground his should sent out sharp pain signals, causing him to moan in agony. He manage the prop himself up to look at the object. That design…its Reeve’s gun! Why is it here? Jorell’s mind flashed back to Death Vine, the gaunt, zombie like look he had before separating himself from the cursed gun. Was it really cursed? I’ve got to find Reeve! Jorell picked up the gun and hobbled along the road with renewed vigor. The dark edges around his vision began to creep up and cloud his sight slowly but surely. The throbbing pain in his shoulder and this head sped up the process. With each beat of his heart his head and shoulder twitched painfully. Still, Jorell pushed himself forward. If Reeve killed anyone, it would be on his head. As the sun reached its peak height of its travel across the planet Jorell spotted an object along the road. As he reached it he fell to his knees, then hit the ground, as the darkness he had been fighting ever since he woke up claimed him. His last thought before blacking out was Reeve…. |
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Jorell Rashan • No Position • Gunner • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 Location:West Blue - Wild Western Town | |
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