Western RP: play thread

Originally posted by Tela
Mry sat at the bar. Her hat covering her eyes as she down her whisky. She paid the bartender before accidently bumping into Jim.

][ALREADY MAKING THE MOVE ON JIM BEFORE I LEAVE HUH TELA! thats it.][

((No, just trying to actually get in the game. 😛 don'tcare if she even gets anyone or not))

][i was KIDDING!][

Originally posted by Tela
Mry sat at the bar. Her hat covering her eyes as she down her whisky. She paid the bartender before accidently bumping into Jim.

"I don't suppose you're one of them sharpshooters, too, eh?"

Mry look towards the two others. "Maybe, but I don't like to brag about it." she said turning back to him.

][before i go. id like to explain the ice thing. USUALLY they would get there ice from winter, and save it in this freezer thing they usually have under ground. The rich people had ice in the summer and the poor had it in the winter. it does snow in NEVADA ie the rockies HELLO.... okay Im good now][

The woman looked at the others. "Who's braggin lady." she said harshly. She put her hand on her guns. She didnt like people putting her down, and talk about her as if she wasnt there.

((Sierra Nevadas, not Rockies 😛

j/k j/k j/k))

Mry blushed slightly not liking the fact the other woman had brought unwanted attention to her. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded, miss." she said.

"By the way your gun is placed in your holster, where your holster is on, and your close probably means your a bounty hunter" said Roy. "Most of us here got a reward for our heads, and we do not want a bounty hunter"

Sarah cocked her head as the criminal gave a lecture. "Please can I have another round of mead?" piped up Sarah. Reaching into her belt for the money her shiny shotgun fell out of its holster.

Originally posted by <Tidus>
"By the way your gun is placed in your holster, where your holster is on, and your close probably means your a bounty hunter" said Roy. "Most of us here got a reward for our heads, and we do not want a bounty hunter"

"If you're going to shoot her, quit talking and do it already," Jim said, thinking Roy was even more insane than he had originally estimated.

Mry seeing how very unimportant she was to these two outlaws and the bounty hunter started back outside. What purpose could she have in life(or this rp)? She walked slowly towards the hotel.

Quickly Sarah scopped up her gun and lay her hands onto the foamy drink. The doors to the bar were wrenched open as her step mother entered with a growl. "Is Sarah Louise in here?" barked Sarah's mum.

Roy looked at Ivory. "Poison Ivy Red!" muttered Roy.

Sarah shrunk against the counter as her mother looked for her.

Mry came back. She sighed. She hated this place. Especially when she was suppose to meet for business.

"Sarah Louise, what do you think you are doing here? You were supposed to do the laundry." Sarah sighed and hung her head.

Mry gave Sarah a pitying glance. She actually had no parents. They had died at a very old age. She didn't hold a grudge of it. She smiled as she saw the tall savage walking towars her. She recognized him from a fellow rancher's hands.

"Sarah Lousie, I have told you time and time again to never leave your work abadoned and head toward the tavern. You're to young for that, you know. Your mother would not have wanted you to turn out like this," said her step mother with a scowl.