Western RP: play thread

Originally posted by <Tidus>
(Missouri?? Feck my memory is bad... Well ok... Now the plot will be....)

((ahh... no... You asked where cowboys live. I said that they live pretty much anywhere west of Missouri. I did not say that the story was going to take place in Missouri. In fact, if I have to make a choice, I'd say southern California or Nevada 👆 ))

Maybe as I said someone organizes a group of gunners/bandits to rob banks, I dunno avenge someone and stuff. And California it is!

((Go for nevada.))

((Y'know what... I really don't like planning a storyline out before we start... Let's just start playing and see where it goes))

Roy was behind a barrel with two revolvers in his hands, there were a few holes in the barrel he was behind. "COME OUT LONE GUNNER!" shouted a rough voice "You asked for it" said Roy as he ran out and pointed both Revolvers at the sherif, And shot him in the head. Roy came up to the dead Sherif and smirked. Roy took out the sherifs hankerchief and came up to a paper on the wall which said "ONE MILLION DOLLARS FOR THE HEAD OF THE LONE GUNNER" Roy polished the paper with the hankerchief and then let the hankerchief fall to the floor.

Name: Hikamano
Age: 26
Reputation: indian villager
Nickname: n/a
Appearance: Brown eyes, black wavy hair to waist. It's loose. Wheres typical villager dress.
Identifying Marks. A small scar across her right shoulder blade. A blue wold like print on her left cheek.
Bio: Hikamano's tribe lives just forty miles south of the city. She is avery well known peace keeper between tribes. She can be considered cruel, but is often wisw

Jim was in a bar having a drink and admiring the dancers when he heard gunshots outside. Having had only one shot of whiskey (he had built up a near immunity to the effects of alchohol from all the years of excessive drinking), he stood up and went to see what all the fuss was about. He stepped out into the dust-covered street to find Roy strutting around. "One of these days you're going to get yourself killed, buddy," he said in an unconcerned voice.

Roy put his revolver in his holster and then came up to the sherif again. Roy took out the sherifs wallet and took the sherifs money. Roy started to walk toward the ball as he put his hat on which was ont he ground, And he tilted it down so his face wouldnt be seen.

Hikamano walked inbetween the two as she made way towards the general store. She had come to talk to a whiteman about something.

Originally posted by <Tidus>
Roy put his revolver in his holster and then came up to the sherif again. Roy took out the sherifs wallet and took the sherifs money. Roy started to walk toward the ball as he put his hat on which was ont he ground, And he tilted it down so his face wouldnt be seen.

"Fine, don't talk," Jim said with a chuckle. "Don't expect to impress any women that way, though."

((Appearence of Sarah: medium brown hair that drops to her shoulders and dreamy blue eyes))

Sarah was hanging out the laundry when a shot split the air. She turned around and looked around herself. "What's going on?" asked Sarah. Her hands trembled as she dropped the sheets onto the hard caked ground. "Shoot." Sarah scooped up the fallen sheets and stuck them back into the wash basin. Hurriedly she let them soak in there as she wiped her hands on her apron before peering around the corner.

"I dont have time for women..." answered Roy as he threw enough money for a drink to Jim "Jees... This is all a sherif gets paid? Wasted my bullets" muttered Roy to himself.

"Keep the money, tell you what, you seem to be nice enough, I'll buy us both drinks," Jim said, throwing the money back to Roy. Nutjob, Jim thought to himself. Not too bad with a gun, though. Jim stepped up onto the boardwalk that stretched all the way up and down the street, and turned before going back into the bar. "If you want one, of course."

Sarah looked around sheepishly and caught sight of the criminal that had drawn so much attention over the last few weeks. "What is he doing here?" she muttered to herself under her breath.

. . .and Hikamano gets shot in the chest and dies a horrible and painful death.

Roy turned around to see Sarah. Roy quickly tilled his cowboy hat down again so his face wouldnt be seen. Truely Roy didnt really like killing a huge amount of peaple, twenty, threety is okay, but if the whole town finds out his here, more then one hundred peaple will come after him. Roy quickly followed Jim in and put his money on the table "whiskey plz" said Roy

((Tela> I'm not ignoring you... It's just that you didn't really post an attempted interaction with anybody else 😕 ))

Jim sat down in the same place and poured himself another shot. "Y'know, there's a rodeo tomorrow, they have a sharp-shooting contest. Grand prize is 500 dollars," Jim said to Roy as he knocked his drink back.

(What's wrong Tela?)

"Of course, he's the criminal. They're always sneaky and steal from our town, one time or another," said Sarah. She shuttered to the thought of her papa colliding into the cold ground with a bullet buried deep in his chest. She had knelt beside him and only stopped crying when her nana had brought her in. She shook that thought from her mind.

"Interesting... Ill be there" answered Roy

~Yeah what Darth Revan said 😄~

A woman walked in the bar, with her black hat tipped low, wearing a brown leather long trench coat, old rusted cowboy boots and black pants and a black t shirt (or whatever lol). Her red hair tucked up in her hat, and he guns holstered at her hips. She made a small sneer, and moved to the bar.
"Get me a whiskey, dry on the rocks." she told the bartender.