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| Pendrew | Jun 17 2015, 02:15 PM Post #1 |
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Wild Wild West was a textbook example of a one trick pony… or a one trick cow in this case. It was profitable but hard existence for the folks situated on this dustbowl in the West Blue, and the inhabitants were all too eager to hang onto their possessions, even dangerously so. All it’d take was a spilt drink or an unpaid tab, and the room’d erupt into gunfire. As bad as the civilians were, though, the beef barons were much, much worse. The kind of folk who’d hire the shadiest of characters to sabotage the other barons just for more land or more riches. To make this even worse than the previously stated times, the marines did nothing to curb it, only stepping in when cows were tampered with. Chaos and lawlessness were all fine until the food of the marines came under fire. In all, Saint viewed the place as a backwater island that no valuable resources, being played like the proverbial fiddle by the marines, doomed to feed them for the rest of their lives. A well-paying backwater island. Part of the reason she didn’t mind working there for a spell, as one of these hired shady types. Her task was simply protecting the herd from poachers. That was it; no other prerequisites, just that. Any method as long as it protected the precious island lifeblood. Hell, the baron and the citizens didn’t even discourage the use of guns! It was delightful to walk around and only be taunted for your freakish height, or that eerie sombre song that followed you with every step. Saint enjoyed being able to lug her rifle around, ready and loaded, and now she’d been given a chance to actually fire her gun! Fantastic news for her, and… well, not for the victims, the poachers. What she didn’t like was the lack of shade, the lack of water, and the million degree heat burning her whenever she sat on the rocky ledge of her perch. Lucky enough, though, people didn’t seem to want to touch the cattle, so she was getting paid to lounge around under a parasol and drink wine. Easy. Saint wore her most expensive shades as she scanned the horizon once in a while, filling her glass with wine, and feeding a trickle to her fuel tank, her metal leg sometimes unbearably hot to the touch whenever she lay back in her reclining deckchair. Her gun rested upon a stand a little way away from the parasol, fitted with its scope, ready to use if anything happened. Which Saint guessed wouldn’t. She was enjoying lazing around like a longing cat too much. She really, truly hoped for once she wouldn’t have to shoot anyone this time. |
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| Nixiv | Jun 18 2015, 03:32 PM Post #2 |
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It had already been a few days that Hatch set foot in the town called Wild Wild West, everything was hot and humid combined with the odor coming from the dried cattle secretion in which to Hatch's trained nose was quite unbearable. Looking out at the open window inside a room which he was given by a recent employer, a man known by the masses as 'Don'. This Don had been quite the powerhouse in the town, he controlled a large number of patch of grass used to breed the best quality cattle and gain the largest profit from it, and even using underhanded tactics such as taking other people's patches for himself. Hatch was hired by Don to remove unnecessary outlaws that would interfere with his plans, the promised pay was good and since Hatch had a few beli left out of his savings, he immediately agreed to the request hoping to get his pay soon. Well for the most part was his enjoyment of fighting, it gives him a great deal of pleasure just to be able to knock somebody's teeth off its place. Hatch had only been staring outside for just a few minutes when the door flung open, the bounty hunter slowly turned his head and saw two buffed guys with matching suits enter and stood by the door with their hands behind their back, Hatch could see someone following close by and a few moments later proceeded casually inside the room. The man was quite short but stubby, his hair is perfectly combed backwards revealing a greasy forehead. He wore a finely pressed suit with matching shiny boots. "So.. thiz izz the new recruit?" He spoke with a thick accent. Hatch was quite unsure of who the heck this guy is, but judging from his bodyguards, he figured that this must be someone important. Uncertain but still comfortable to be able to cross his arms as he shifted his weight to the other leg. "Who the heck are you, old man?" Hatch smirked. Then suddenly one of the buffed guys lost his cool as he tried to move forwards but was immediately stopped by the guy that looked like their boss. "Izzy Marco.." Motioning his hand for his underling to calm down as he turned towards the bounty hunter. "I'm zure you've heard of me, no?" He paused for a bit to catch his breath, "I'm am the one they called 'Don', now young man, I've got a job for you, do you sink you can handle zis? Ze pay iz good." Hatch casually smiled as he reached for his cleaver, his hand was itching to cut somebody up. "Seems complicated but interesting, I'll take up your offer." Edited by Nixiv, Jul 31 2015, 09:12 PM.
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| forgottenQuestioner | Jun 22 2015, 02:11 AM Post #3 |
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Ezra sat at the small window seat of his second story of the local boarding house. He looked over the bustling town, the slightly rough light tan wooden construction stood out starkly against the ruddy sand that lined the streets. Patches of grass grew sparsely, but most were trampled into the dust by the steady traffic. His gaze drifted up to the brilliantly colored red, yellow and orange painted mesas that towered above the town, encircling it partially. He thought about the last week as the sounds of the buzzing town surrounded him. After he had landed here Ezra had tried to find some way to scrape by, luckily he quickly found out that the local Doctor was swamped and couldn't handle the workload. Injuries from cattle herds to gunshots flooded his doors and the towns lax policies on pirate scuffles tended to send more than a few patients his way. It hadn't taken much for Ezra to convince the Doc of his acumen, the doctor begrudgingly using his help to treat cases that were non critical. Doc of course had a reputation to uphold, making people think he couldn't handle the work would do little to help it. So Ezra made enough to stay at the boarding house and get a hot meal by bandaging up a few minor cuts and pulling out a few bullets from people who hadn't had enough sense to keep their mouth shut in a crowded bar. He needed to save up enough to buy passage to the next town, and while it was slow going when you only got to work on the minor cases he thought he could do it in a few weeks. Leaning back he contemplated the ceilings rough boards, worn with age and tarnished with the soot of years of tobacco stains. Tapping his fingers on the back of his head he tried to come to a decision, was it really worth it waiting weeks to get to his destination? He had heard that working for one of the ranches was a cakewalk in comparison, AND it payed out big bucks. Hell, cattle was basically all everyone here thought about. It was rather tiring hearing snippets of conversation about the damn beasts. Ezra contemplated if he really wanted a few more weeks of the stink of manure and the incessant conversations. After a short whiles thought he stood up, grabbing his sack from it's iron peg beside the door and strode out. He'd try and find a place that was hiring. |
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| Pendrew | Jun 26 2015, 07:19 AM Post #4 |
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Lunchtime, and the sun was still burning the land without mercy, and in the closest town that combined with the constant stream of people around the snaking wooden roads to make the heat even more unbearable. To make matters all the worse, Saint stood out like a sore thumb. Under the shade of her parasol, she stood tall like a tower above moving trees, her body ringing out each and every time the wind picked up enough to course through her body. She casually took long drags on her cigarette, and gave no notice to everyone who looked up at her or tried to insult her on the way past. At least they weren’t looking at her like she was a criminal for having her gun slung over her shoulder for once. Déjà vu thoughts for an island where events repeated day after day. Finally, Saint found her favourite café and sat out on the tables in the street, parasol closed and down by her thigh, a cup of coffee going cold on the table, newspaper opened next to it. She read a page, and then took a long sip of her cup between each page turn, looking around for stuff to interest her. She couldn’t make out the figures in the crowd so far, but she hoped she’d find someone interesting. Maybe someone to offer her another job or give her a task much more fulfilling than babysitting a herd with her gun. |
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| Nixiv | Jun 27 2015, 04:17 PM Post #5 |
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A minutes before the clock strikes midnight. The moon was brighter than usual and at its highest peak, the wind was blowing quite subtly, along with it came specs of sand that were way too loose to have a good hold on the ground. Below was his target, an old tavern that had been there for quite a while. It was this place where big time ranchers negotiate for a fine quality cattle. Their meat is said to be one of the best steaks, if not the best in all of the blues. Looking out past the horizon, Hatch sits with his right knee raised while resting his right arm on it; on top of an old water tank, aged and parts of it had been eaten away by oxidation; the bounty hunter is casually waiting for the first signal to go off on his new job. He had been there for a few hours while enjoying the cool breeze while watching how life goes around the chaotic country, Hatch then comfortably lowers his right leg as he shifts to the other leg and had the opportunity to reminisce about All Blue. As a kid, it was this rumor that paved his way to become a chef. It is said that the mythical sea of legend is located to be the only place in the world where the North, East, West, and South Seas meet; a place where there is a bountiful amount of fish and ingredients at the chef's disposal, the ultimate chef's dream. Just the thought of it was enough to get the bounty hunter excited as he reached for the bottle of sake on his side and casually uncorked the mouth and raised it out to the horizon, 'Cheers' he softly whispers and took a quick sip. [Going a few hours back...] "Goooood..." Don said. "So how do we do this pops?" "Do not rush boy, I still have some more preparationz to do... You might need more comradezzz, zis job won't be izzy." Those words had struck a nerve on the bounty hunter, "Kukkukku." Hatch chuckles as he continued, "C'mon, are you kidding me?" Shrugging what the Don said, truthfully the bounty hunter was quite confident of his skill, more so his love for fighting and his non-hesitant nature gives him a good advantage in combat, "How hard can this job be?" The don simply turned his back towards the bounty hunter, "Quite cocky I zee." He then reaches for his right pocket and then the left pocket, "...wait by ze water tower west of the town... A signal will be set off wonce everysings ready." Taking out a cigar from his coat and motions one of his bodyguard to light it as he takes a puff and slowly exhales, the room was immediately filled with the smell of fine tobacco. "Wonce ze signal is set off, take out the guardz in front of ze tavern. We will take it from zere." Don said as he marched out of the room while his bodyguards followed closely behind him. Edited by Nixiv, Jul 31 2015, 09:13 PM.
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| forgottenQuestioner | Jul 3 2015, 01:50 AM Post #6 |
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Small clouds of dust erupted with each step, the soft pattering echoed in the now silent town. It was close to midnight and Ezra was stone tired. He had spent a fruitless day searching the town for gainful employment but he had unfortunately come up with nothing. Everyone he talked to was "full up" or "not looking for at the moment". Simmering with resentment he stomped his way toward the nearest bar, he needed a good drink and some time to think things through. There had to be an easier way to earn his way out of this place, it was just going to take a bit of figuring out how to be in the right time and place. Looking around the hushed town the buildings that were rather small in the daylight seemed to loom eerily now that darkness had fallen. The only buildings with any lights on were the bars and the dens of ill repute. Ezra sped up a bit as a shiver went down his spine. It felt like someone was watching him and he really didn't want to get caught out here by some idiot who got the bright idea into his head to rob him. Grumbling and looking around warily he finally reached a reasonable looking place. He approached the entrance, the double doors reached across the entrance, leaving a gap between them and the ceiling letting light spill out onto the street the sound of music and the drone of many voices talking following it. Looking up at the sign hanging over the entrance Ezra saw that the place was called the Card Shark Saloon, he thought it was a tad gauche having a name like that but who was he to tell the owner what to call their place. With a shrug he walked up to the pair of bouncers at the door, as he was obviously not drunk and looked little enough like a reprobate they waved him in when he asked to enter the place. Once inside the din washed over him like a wave, almost as if it was a solid wall of sound, gritting his teeth he walked over to the bar in the corner. He could feel the bees moving around inside, agitated by the noise. Sitting down at a wooden stool next to the bar he looked around while he waited for the bartender to appear. His eyes scanned the room, seeing the place was still pretty busy despite it being past midnight. Most of the red and white checkerboard tables had groups of people sitting around talking and drinking. In the back of the room he noticed the stairs that lead to the top floor of the place and next to it was a door that must lead to whatever a place like this called a kitchen. He let his eyes drift to the back of the bar where rows of multicolored and shaped bottles sat. As he was thinking of what he actually wanted to order the bartender slid into place and spoke, shaking him from his stupor. "So, what will ya have partner." Ezra tapped the bar for a second before deciding just to pick the first alcoholic beverage he could think of and damn the consequences. "Just.. Just get me some whiskey I guess, pick your favorite I don't care what kind." Rubbing the bridge of his nose he watched as the man scampered over to a bottle, took it down and poured a glass. Ezra tossed a few crumpled bills onto the counter before taking the drink. Tomorrow he'd have to have to find something, he needed to get off this sandy wasteland as soon as possible. |
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| Pendrew | Jul 7 2015, 11:35 AM Post #7 |
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The late night darkness suited Saint more than anyone she knew, walking around with a bottle of crimson wine clutched in her left hand, yawning and placing her delicate fingers to her lips to break the yawn, looking around the dimly lit streets and trying her best to ignore the breeze making her body ring out like chimes. She staggered around and carried on drinking from the bottle every time she saw a person scurry into a bar or a tavern. But she was quickly running out of wine, and therefore fuel. She needed to go somewhere with a lot of stock. The first tavern she saw was guarded by a pair of bouncers, a lot shorter than her but they’d be able to snap her like a twig easily. They still gave her a look over before she ducked into the establishment, coughing a little and putting her gun and empty bottle down on a small table, pulling her purse out of her bag. She wasn’t too fussed about the unusual décor, nor the rowdy merrymakers situated around the busy tavern. She was much more focused on the rainbow of bottles resting on large wooden shelves behind the bar, and the empty seat next to a rather strange looking cloaked man. Who even wore a hat like that anymore? Didn’t matter too much. Saint just wanted her fuel. Before she sat down, Saint gave a polite curtsey before she pulled a crumpled note out of her purse, which read ‘I require 10 bottles of cheap red wine’ and passed it to the barkeeper, followed by a shake of her purse. When the bartender gave her a nod, and started to speak to her, she tapped her lips and made an ‘x’ across them, instead of quickly writing about her muteness on the note itself. She sat down quickly as he went to find some of the leftover wine bottles, leaving her and the man at the bar to maybe drink in peace, or get along like a house on fire. Edited by Pendrew, Jul 7 2015, 11:35 AM.
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| Nixiv | Jul 8 2015, 05:25 AM Post #8 |
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Darkness crept up the streets, shrouding it in a thick blanket of gloominess that chokes out everything which cannot be reached by the dim light the lamp posts gives off; Hatch stares through his overly dark-tinted shades, a pair of crimson red eyes are locked upon his targets growing ever impatient by the second. Actually it was quite surprising that he was able to remain patient for so long, the alcohol in his system might also be a factor that was able to help calm the bounty hunter down. It didn't take long for the signal to be fired; breaking the cloud-filled, moonlit night sky, a small red glow slowly descends upon the sky, carried by the wind blowing westward. Hatch smiled, growing more and more excited as he replaces the cork back into the bottle and ties the lace into a knot on his sash and almost at the same time he leaps down to the tiled roofing of the tavern, rolling and leaps down to the ground below. He braces for impact as he reached the ground, bending his knees and relaxing his body to reduce the strain and preventing bone breakage. Using the downward momentum and compensated by his muscle strength, he planted his right foot behind his left while both his hands are firmly gripping the ground; Hatch swiftly dashes towards one of the bouncers and as soon as he closes the distance, launching himself to the air at the same time positioning his knee in front of him as he delivers a knee to the bouncer's jaw, sending him flying towards the back wooden wall and knocking him out instantly. Clearly he was seen by the other man, and as soon as the bounty hunter landed on his feet. The other bouncer took to the offensive and threw a strong right aiming towards Hatch's face, outbalanced, Hatch made no effort to evade the attack and instead braced for the attack. He threw his face nearer to minimize the damage, taking it head-on. But still the punch was strong enough that Hatch felt his brain hit the back of his skull, this caused a minor dizziness but still he was able to keep his balance and kept standing. "That was close..." Hatch whispered to himself, shaking his head in the process as he tried to grasp what just happened as he stared right back at the bouncer who was clearly content with his attack. Without a word the bounty hunter stepped his right foot forward, curled his hand into a fist and swung as hard as he could towards the man's mid section. The blow caused the bouncer to take a few steps back, his hand wrapped around his stomach while gasping for air. Hatch smirked, "Kukukuku... That's how a punch should be delivered." He then delivered a kick to the man's mid section, pushing him back into the door and inside the tavern. Edited by Nixiv, Jul 31 2015, 09:13 PM.
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| forgottenQuestioner | Jul 8 2015, 10:10 PM Post #9 |
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As he sat there nursing his drink a strange woman came up to the bar. She passed the bartender a note of some kind. When the man tried to talk to her she made some sort of strange sign, the man immediately turned and went to fetch something. She then sat down a few stools away. This all seemed rather shady to Ezra, he really didn't want to get mixed up in anything that would set the local constabulary on him. For the moment he thought that he should keep him mouth shut and eyes to himself, when he saw the woman look his way he raised his glass in a salute and then turned to face the back wall of the bar. They sat there in awkward silence for a bit, the minutes seemed to drag on interminably. The only real sounds that broke the silence were the occasional sipping of alcohol and the quiet thump of a glass being set down. Suddenly there was a commotion from the entrance of the saloon. It sounded like some sort of scuffle had erupted at the entrance, deciding he'd rather see what was going on than sit here in tense silence. After quickly finishing off the last of his drink Ezra rose and turned to face the door, with the door blocking the middle of the view he could just catch a glimpse of flailing limbs and shuffling feet. Resting a hand on his shoulder he made it look like he was quickly limbering up his arm, giving it a few experimental twirls. But in reality he gently pressed the spot where his attack pheromone gland was stored, prepping it in case he needed it. Grabbing his blowpipe he strode toward the exit. As he crossed the room he heard another loud noise, the murmur of the patrons increased. Ezra saw a few worried looks, and that a few others had risen from their seats as well. He passed by a stone faced man that had taken out a flintlock pistol, the woman by his side clasped his hand trying to get him to lower the gun. Reaching the swinging double doors Ezra reached to push them open. Suddenly one of the bouncers came flying through them smashing them off of their hinges. A showing of wooden splinters and shards of door came flying at Ezra, as well as a large burly man. Ezra was propelled backwards as he tried to protect his face with his hands. The wind was knocked right out of him as the two men slammed into a table, knocking it over and sending bottles and drinks flying in every direction. Sitting there in a puddle of cheap beer Ezra tried to get his breath back. After a few moments he managed to recover, picking himself up he pulled a few small splinters from his arm. Looking down he saw that the bouncer was out cold, a small red pool was forming under the mans arm. Looking up Ezra waited to see who would come through the door. |
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| FlipsyFlops | Jul 12 2015, 12:41 PM Post #10 |
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Close to the saloon was an unassuming Doctor's practice. It was a simple building; plain white with dashes of red, the typical colors associated with a place of healing. While the building looked comforting, the woman within was often regarded with some suspicion. Grazia had just... arrived at this town a few months ago, set up a medical practice, and that was that. She was rarely seen outside or far away from this building, her only exceptions being smoking, drinking and work. ...speaking of work, the saloon sounded like it was just about ready to call her in for some more of it. The woman sighed, flicking her emerald-green hair to one side as she slipped on her sunglasses. She checked herself in the mirror; was that a grey hair? She damn well hoped not. Everything else, though? In order, and fantastically so. Just because the job is messy, doesn't mean the worker should be. Shaking her head, she then went for her briefcase. Bandages, splints, anaesthetic, the works. Everything a good Doctor needed for a Saturday at the saloon. In this sort of place, this was Grazia's bread and butter; charge for healing at a slightly higher mark up than usual, and be the only doctor for a good few miles. Sure, once in a while you get a stubborn git who would rather keep his Beli on him than get his broken arm fixed, but when you've just had a bottle slammed on your head? The green-haired woman's prices sure seem reasonable then. There was a jaunty manner to the way she walked. Anyone would be happy walking right to their next big paycheck, after all. But it was accompanied by humming and a slight click of her heels on the hardened dirt, her briefcase lightly swaying with her arm as she made her way to the saloon, where already people gathered from the sound of one of the bouncers being thrown through the door. I'll still charge him, though. she thought to herself, shrugging as she shoved past the crowd. |
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| Nixiv | Jul 13 2015, 02:48 PM Post #11 |
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Hatch casually walks inside the tavern, pacing slowly as if he was enjoying his every step strolling on a public park, past the double door where the hinges has been completely torn off from the post. The smile on his face was getting more prominent as he was getting more and more excited by the second, and as soon as he entered the tavern, he could immediately feel the coziness and ambience of the place, without a doubt it was exactly the place where one would often think to go after the stressful working hours. The bounty hunter looks around and noticed the damage he's down; shattered glasses, broken bottles lying around, a wooden table smashed in half and laying on it was the unfortunate bouncer whom Hatch recently sent flying through the door. His mouth was frothing and clearly he has broken a few ribs but it wasn't really a concern for the bounty hunter who was only thinking of inflicting pain on his opponents. Without a word, Hatch walks past by the mess he made and shoots directly for the bar. Taking a spot directly in front of the bartender where a guy stood frozen in fear and was clearly shaken out of his wits as the bounty hunter moves in front of him, "Hey buddy, would mind stepping aside?" Smiling as he raised his right hand and reached for the guy's shoulder and forcibly pushing him aside, and with his left hand he reached for the stool and pulls it out and comfortably planted his butt on the seat, adjusting side to side to get the most comfortable position. Staring through his dark glasses, he scanned through the back shelf where bottles of fine alcohol were being displayed and was only given to customers willing to pay for its high price. Tapping the table, getting the attention of the bartender. "Pops, get me a glass of Fine Aged Old Ale. Oh and don't forget that Lemon Vodka Shot." Hatch looks intently at the bartender who was still visibly shaken and quite unsure of what has been happening, "...Chill out pops, don't worry, he'll pay." Pointing with his thumb towards where the door was supposed to be attached. And a few moments later, two buffed up guys came walking inside the tavern and each of them took a post just beside the door frame, the same guys whom Hatch met previously at the inn and following closely was Don entering with tobacco sticking in between his index and middle finger as he blew out an almost cloud-like smoke into the space in front of him. "Vell, vell... I do believe we have some business to do, hmm?" Don said in the usual thick accent, with sights fixed on the stone-faced gentleman. "You know I really dizzlike people who are sniffing behind my back, taking sheeee( Shit) from you every zingle day." His voiced changed from the usual composed tone in more of being clearly annoyed. The bartender slowly inched his way towards the back shelf to the left and grabbed a bottle on the topmost part, and immediately got back to the bar placing the bottle on the table and reached for a glass below as well as a shaker and dropped it beside the bottle. And again he went for the fridge and grabbed a piece of lemon and a bottle of vodka on the shelf beside it and then again went back to the bar. He then uncorks the bottle and removes the cap from the vodka and pours the contents of the bottle onto the shaker and combined the a few drops of vodka and lemon extract onto the shaker cup and skillfully puts the glass on top of the opening and begins to shake vigorously as he turned the shaker cup upside down, pouring the contents of the cup onto the glass and shaves of a few zest of the lemon and slides it over to the bounty hunter. Edited by Nixiv, Jul 31 2015, 09:15 PM.
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| forgottenQuestioner | Jul 15 2015, 07:46 AM Post #12 |
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Ezra watched as a tall man in rather garish pants walked into the bar of light streaming from the now cleared doorway. The man had an easy grace and a nonchalance that told Ezra that he was someone who really thought that they were in control, his gaze flitted about the room as he surveyed the damage he'd done. After a few tense seconds the man walked toward the bar in dead silence. On his way over he almost ran into the petrified Ezra. "Hey buddy, would mind stepping aside?" Without much pomp or circumstance and without waiting for Ezra to even reply the man shoved him out of the way. Sprawling on the ground for the second time in a few short minutes Ezra decided enough was enough. Pushing himself onto one knee he listened as the man ordered a drink. "...Chill out pops, don't worry, he'll pay." Turning to the door again Ezra saw two more burly men enter and take positions on either side of the now empty frame. As they stood there impassively another man entered, this one had the air of a man who called the shots and seemed pretty cocky for someone that short. "Vell, vell... I do believe we have some business to do, hmm?" Ezra looked to see who the short man was looking at. It seemed that he was staring at the man who had drawn a pistol. His target stood there impassibly, the hand gripping the pistol was white with strain shaking slightly. "You know I really dizzlike people who are sniffing behind my back, taking sheeee from you every zingle day." It crossed Ezra's mind that it was a tad odd for someone to do this in public. Whoever the target was he must have some sort of public dispute with the short man, this was a show of force to drive it home that he wasn't meant to be messed with. "This town has had enough of you Don." The man tensed as the woman by his side tried to hide behind him. "All you've done is line those fat pockets of yours, this place'll be dead or worse if you have your way." Raising his pistol he aimed at Don. "If I can't get the town to drive you out i'll have to do it myself." The two guards next to the door began to move toward the man, inching their way into a protective formation around the short man, who was apparently this "Don". Don sneered at the target "Zis is vat I vould expect from lowlife scum." taking another puff from his cigar Don continued. "It'z time I taught you zum respect." Their target began to back away pistol at the ready, his free hand trying vainly to cover the woman cowering behind him. The two bodyguards advanced, they kept their bodies in front of Don to prevent the cornered man from getting a clear shot at their boss. The burly men had their attention fixed squarely on the retreating man. Ezra really disliked this Don, he seemed arrogant and a scumbag. This whole situation really didn't sit well with him, and his lackey in the odd pants had really shown him what the man thought of people in the town. Rising from his kneeling position Ezra raised his right hand tightening his wrist so it released the pheromones he had primed earlier. The cloud sprayed out at Don covering him with the attack scent. "Vat is zis!" Don shouted as Ezra then quickly tapped his shoulder releasing a small swarm of bees. Bolting for the door Ezra heard Don's shouts behind him. |
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Feluctrogal Cal Zulthuran • N/A • Merchant/Martial Artist • Nameless Pirates • Bounty: 250,000 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 2,219,000 • Location: East Blue. Ezra Leone • Doctor • Doctor/Marksman • Purgatorium • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • Location: West Blue. Wilhelm Sveltznik • Entertainer • Doctor • None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • Location: . | |
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| FlipsyFlops | Jul 18 2015, 09:16 AM Post #13 |
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Grazia didn't question the internal politics of this place. Wild Wild West as a whole was very different to the Marines that she was used to. And yet, in its own little way, similar. Reputation, Rank, Bounties... all just different ways of saying the same thing. But even in a place like this, Rank doesn't equate to respect. The woman had never liked the Don. He was far too similar to men she had seen in her time as a Marine - the sort of man who treats power and rank like a toy, flaunting his reputation as though it were justly earned. Still, there had not been much chance to show her dislike... even in the times the Don had come for a surgery, his meatshields were just standing there, waiting for Grazia to fuck up. What she wouldn't give to just have them gone, and he'd show that man how she really breaks the Hippocratic Oath. She entered the bar, she waited by the entrance. Looks like Hans und Franz were busy trying to intimidate some man, looking more like living sacks of beef than people. Grazia casually smoked her cigarette, gazing around as the people watched. Poor bloke; it's hard to really make a change unless you have enough pull to keep the townsfolk on your side. Grazia wasn't a fan of martyrdom, especially since dying, not dead folk, are what keep her in business. Just when she thought she'd have to deal with another beatdown from the ignorant Luddites, she caught sight of a man rushing Don, blasting his face with a horde of bees. Good thing she was quick under pressure, because this was interesting. The woman grabbed Ezra's arm as he tried to rush out, holding him back. He seemed... a little on the weaker side, but he's got powers. Also got good looks, and Grazia does love a bit of eye candy. Would be a shame to lose that to Don and his cronies. "Need some help, kid?" she asked with a smirk, slipping her sunglasses off with her other hand, still keeping a grip on her briefcase and cigarette throughout. "I was waiting for someone to make a stand for once. Let's not let the whole thing die out just like that." she said with a light purr, winking at Ezra as she rolled her shoulders, her coat slipping off with ease. A click sounded out a razor sharp blade slid out from the side of her arm. "Besides, if there's one thing I love, it's finding new patients." she added, her cocky, sly grin turning into a small snarl. Even if she had long since quit the Marines, a thirst for doing the right thing never really leaves you. |
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| Pendrew | Jul 22 2015, 05:06 AM Post #14 |
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Saint still kept to herself drinking at the bar, even as the world around her quickly turned from a jovial weekend night into something out of a chessy western reel. Come rain or shine, despite the out cold bouncers on the broken table, and a large man with a funny accent covered in attack bees, Saint would finish her wine run. The one time she looked up was to see if the funny hat man was still sat directly next to her, and frowned when she realised he was out the door and on his merry way. At that point, a rather vicious looking man caught her attention. He was tall - though way shorter than her of course - and scruffy looking with eyes burning like an animal. He was intimidating to most, but she just held him in contempt. A lackey for a really shit mob boss, the kind of guy who used his money to win over people instead of loyalty and respect. Those bodyguards stationed at the newly open door would be rather difficult to turn away, so all she'd do was carry on drinking the one bottle of wine she managed to get. Then a thought hit her. The young man next to her forced his way in line! She was here first, and she needed her fuel. Disregarding anything like a power gap, she began to stretch, letting an eerie tune run through her body as the last wiap of a breeze blew through the broken saloon doors, across the room against her well toned back. She had to put on a show even when her life could be in danger. She looked over to him with a glare, and hastily wrote a note before showing it to the guy sat next to her at the bar. Hey sir. Wait for your turn. I asked for wine first. |
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| Nixiv | Jul 22 2015, 03:08 PM Post #15 |
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OOC Hatch choked as soon as the alcohol washed down his throat, a few had already gone through his wind pipe, causing a burning sensation from the alcohol. The bounty hunter tried his best to cough the alcohol and managed to get some out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he turned to the other side. Hatch was surprised to see bees came swarming out of the guy he shoved away earlier while also noticing the note that the girl had slipped under, "What the heck?!" Hatch almost shouts while trying to keep the bees away from him by vigorously waving his right arm yet his left hand was still tightly holding the glass. A few bees had successfully attached themselves to the bounty hunter's arm, leaving their stingers behind and falling off fashionably into their deaths. "Ooww! Damnit!" As he tried to shake off bees that had grew quite attached to him, at the same time he hears an eerie chiming sound which was actually quite irritating to the senses. Then suddenly he noticed the chick beside him sliding a piece of paper that reads 'Hey sir. Wait for your turn. I asked for wine first.' Hatch was starting to get fairly irritated with what was happening at the moment, he couldn't enjoy a peaceful drink and then a commotion, one after the other. The bounty hunter flicked his wrist and slowly reached for his cleaver that was strapped on his back, and swiftly swung it over the bar counter, splitting it in half while a hefty amount of wood dust filled the area. "Oi assholes, what do you think guys think you're doing ruining my peace and quiet?" Hatch said with an irritated tone to it, slowly turning towards the door he could see the bee guy darting towards the door and a few moments later another hot chick in black dress shows up and grabs the bee guy's arm. 'Now what?' Hatch slowly retracts his arm and replaces his cleaver on his back, and then turns his attention to Don, "Hey old man, you might want to add another half a million on my pay check, I'll take care of these clowns for ya." Smirking and visibly irritated as he crackled his right fist against his left palm. Edited by Nixiv, Jul 31 2015, 09:15 PM.
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