Storm left first period and really didnt feel like talking to Gunna right now eveybody would be staring at him and he didnt feel like he needed that kind of attention.It was a 15 minute brake before next period so he and his buddy Tom.He and Tom went to the gym and both ate ham sandwich.
They talked
"Hey what was with those notes you and that girl....whats her name?"
"Gunna"storm replied
"Right Gunna ...what was that all about?"tom asked
"I dont know"storm replied
Tom looked at him unconvinced
"Look its just a fling I dont really like her or anything"storm said with an unsure voice
"Ok because she been hanging out with that loser punk boy Serj and we cant have her in are crowd bro if shes not gonna show some decency"Tom said sound snottie
"Believe me its nothing'
"Ok"tom replied
they sat there eating there sandwiches
10 minutes till class
I'm joining too!
I'm going to be Uddy Eno, he's a cowboy from the wild wild west, but he is in no way related to the Buddy Reno character from the Unhosted Western.
Stormy Day says we can do whatever we want, use the same characters over and over again and it's perfectly OK, because this is unhosted and no dictator can tell us what to do!!
yay!!
so...
Name: Uddy Eno
Age: 30
Physical Appearance: Caucasian, 5'8", 145 pounds, scruffy brown hair, gray-blue eyes, 3 days growth of stubble, deep nasty scar on left cheek from when he forgot to bring his gun to a knife fight
Personality: quiet and stand-offish, even shy, unless you get to know him, he can be your worst friend, or your best nightmare, or something, he can shoot the spots off a rattlesnake's back at 300 paces, and can spit chewing tobaccy 35 yards, against the wind
Crush: DIBWILLPAY'S character (and NOT just because she's my girl in the Western either, no matter what you think!!)
House?/Family: I don't own a house and all my family died in 1880 Texas, but that is just a funny coincidence NOT part of the Western!!
Friends: No one, and anyone who will pay me. Now I'm a jack-of-all-trades, blacksmith, wagoneer, pistoleer, body-guard/bounty hunter... the MacGyver of Sunny Day Valley, except without paper clips and duct tape, I have to be even more creative and imaginative with my solutions to day to day problems that come up for me and for my employers...
Horse/other animals: 3 legged mutt of a dog named HobblyWobbly (call him Hobbs) not really owned by me, but we share the same back alley whenever I find myself broke or busted up after a hard night drinking/gambling... except he dies in 1860s Texas too... long story, but NOT part of this RP (not part of the Western either)
Sometimes I have a (car) too, whenever I can afford to buy one and keep it gassed and garaged. Never owned one long enough to name it since I lost my ranch. Just call them by number, currently up to 'Twenty' and always hopeful that 'Twenty-One' will be lucky for me, at the tables and in the stables
Background: One-time cattle rancher, fairly well-educated and intellectual, for a wild-western type dude. But, as a small-time gambler, lost my land and farm to a wealthy land baron over a hand of Texas Hold 'em, so I left the old west to get an edumacation in Sunny Day Valley high school!! Turns out he's only got the education of the average modern day teen, so he fits in good, even if he's 30 years old!!
Lost my ranch, lost my woman, lost my horse to a string of cold cards one night 124 years ago. Moved to the new territory, to start a new life, using intellect and guile whenever cold steel and gunpowder fail me. Fairly good shot with a rifle (hence the nickname), little less patient, and less accurate with pistols, but scrawny and quicker on my feet than the usual bar-belly badass buckaroos. Just trying to get along, little doggies, to get it all back and be a happy man again...
Scruffy-looking hombre, Buddy Reno--- uhh Uddy Eno--- swaggered through the swinging doors to the bar--- I mean the school!!--- patting a layer of dust and white powder from his tattered vest and breeches. He was in the company of another man, a short, round, bald, bespectacled sort, who was well-dressed in fine suit pants and silk shirt. A striking contrast the the rough-and-tumble Eno.
"That was a fine day's labor, young man..." the well-to-do doughboy commended, passing a leather pouch to Ruddy as they approached the bar, or the cafeteria.
Uddy nodded to the stout fellow, and accepted his payment graciously.
"Much obliged, Mr Smith... let me know when you reckon you will start construction, and I'll be sure to make myself available..."
"Will do, son..." the elder man promised, tipping his bowler hat to Ruddy before making a graceful exit from the saloon.
Uddy shrugged and continued to the bar-- I mean cafeteria, ordering up a glass of milk, then eying the entertainment.
Originally posted by Darth Revan
Serj was in the same hall and spotted Gunna. "You want to come over to my place after school? The band won't be there, I just thought you might want to come hang out," Serj said, ignoring Storm.
Gunna looked at Sej. "Of course." she said. "At least you aren't embarrassed to be around me when your friends are around." she glanced sideways at Storm and shook her head.
Originally posted by SlickRick69
I'm joining too!I'm going to be Uddy Eno, he's a cowboy from the wild wild west, but he is in no way related to the Buddy Reno character from the Unhosted Western.
Stormy Day says we can do whatever we want, use the same characters over and over again and it's perfectly OK, because this is unhosted and no dictator can tell us what to do!!
yay!!
so...
[b]Name:
Uddy Eno
Age: 30
Physical Appearance: Caucasian, 5'8", 145 pounds, scruffy brown hair, gray-blue eyes, 3 days growth of stubble, deep nasty scar on left cheek from when he forgot to bring his gun to a knife fight
Personality: quiet and stand-offish, even shy, unless you get to know him, he can be your worst friend, or your best nightmare, or something, he can shoot the spots off a rattlesnake's back at 300 paces, and can spit chewing tobaccy 35 yards, against the wind
Crush: DIBWILLPAY'S character (and NOT just because she's my girl in the Western either, no matter what you think!!)
House?/Family: I don't own a house and all my family died in 1880 Texas, but that is just a funny coincidence NOT part of the Western!!
Friends: No one, and anyone who will pay me. Now I'm a jack-of-all-trades, blacksmith, wagoneer, pistoleer, body-guard/bounty hunter... the MacGyver of Sunny Day Valley, except without paper clips and duct tape, I have to be even more creative and imaginative with my solutions to day to day problems that come up for me and for my employers...Horse/other animals: 3 legged mutt of a dog named HobblyWobbly (call him Hobbs) not really owned by me, but we share the same back alley whenever I find myself broke or busted up after a hard night drinking/gambling... except he dies in 1860s Texas too... long story, but NOT part of this RP (not part of the Western either)
Sometimes I have a (car) too, whenever I can afford to buy one and keep it gassed and garaged. Never owned one long enough to name it since I lost my ranch. Just call them by number, currently up to 'Twenty' and always hopeful that 'Twenty-One' will be lucky for me, at the tables and in the stables
Background: One-time cattle rancher, fairly well-educated and intellectual, for a wild-western type dude. But, as a small-time gambler, lost my land and farm to a wealthy land baron over a hand of Texas Hold 'em, so I left the old west to get an edumacation in Sunny Day Valley high school!! Turns out he's only got the education of the average modern day teen, so he fits in good, even if he's 30 years old!!
Lost my ranch, lost my woman, lost my horse to a string of cold cards one night 124 years ago. Moved to the new territory, to start a new life, using intellect and guile whenever cold steel and gunpowder fail me. Fairly good shot with a rifle (hence the nickname), little less patient, and less accurate with pistols, but scrawny and quicker on my feet than the usual bar-belly badass buckaroos. Just trying to get along, little doggies, to get it all back and be a happy man again...
Scruffy-looking hombre, Buddy Reno--- uhh Uddy Eno--- swaggered through the swinging doors to the bar--- I mean the school!!--- patting a layer of dust and white powder from his tattered vest and breeches. He was in the company of another man, a short, round, bald, bespectacled sort, who was well-dressed in fine suit pants and silk shirt. A striking contrast the the rough-and-tumble Eno.
"That was a fine day's labor, young man..." the well-to-do doughboy commended, passing a leather pouch to Ruddy as they approached the bar, or the cafeteria.
Uddy nodded to the stout fellow, and accepted his payment graciously.
"Much obliged, Mr Smith... let me know when you reckon you will start construction, and I'll be sure to make myself available...""Will do, son..." the elder man promised, tipping his bowler hat to Ruddy before making a graceful exit from the saloon.
Uddy shrugged and continued to the bar-- I mean cafeteria, ordering up a glass of milk, then eying the entertainment. [/B]
((OMG ROFL 😆 😆 😆 💃 ))
Originally posted by DIBWILLPAY!
Gunna looked at Sej. "Of course." she said. "At least you aren't embarrassed to be around me when your friends are around." she glanced sideways at Storm and shook her head.
"Alright, I have to get to class... Talk to you later," Serj said, continuing in the same direction. He could feel the occasional sideways glance from somebody in the hall. It made him laugh.
Class Time for Storm MATH
Storm didnt bother to say bye to Gunna he just turned around and walked down the hall till he got to his math class.He walked in and sat down by his buddy Tom he slumped his head on his desk.
"Hey what the matter"tom asked
"Nothin"was storms reply
Tom didnt want to nag storm so he just dropped it and listened to Ms Hoover
Uddy thumbed through the contents of the leather pouch the fat man had given him, recovered a few coins from inside, then stuffed the pouch inside his vest. He tossed the coins on the cafeteria service line and nodded as the cafeteria food service lady tendered the payment and slid a carton of milk across the bar to him.
Uddy scooped up his carton of milk from the bar and strolled to a table.
It was quiet in the cafeteria this time of day, probably because Lunch was over, but Uddy didn't care; he was a rootless wanderer who didn't follow the ways of the law (not like his reat reat reat reat rand appy from the wild wild west)
He reached into the other side pocket of his vest and pulled out a faded and ragged pack of playing cards, beginning a rousing game of solitaire, while drinking his milk.
Mid-way thru a round of solitaire, Uddy realized his mind was on poker, and he was none too happy to be having those thoughts again.. He had also felt the piercing blue eyes of the fat nasty ugly cafeteria lady on him, while she stirred the 3-day old mashed potatoes, and he watched her as she sweated and drooled into the huge vat. He tried not to acknowledge her in any obvious way, but still wanted to check her out at the same time.
What did she see in him? his large wad... of cash? Was he an easy mark sitting here all alone, drinking milk and playing cards? she was probably into the 'bad boy rebels' and would do horrible things to him if he let her She DID seem that type of girl, and since he was relatively new to this school, Uddy didn't need to take those unnecessary chances.
He now felt stupid sitting in the cafeteria all alone, drinking milk and being the object of lust for the fat cook. He thought he might try to pay her off or something, bribe her to stop drooling, but he'd needed money to keep his room at the hotel, and $14 would go a long way... dammit! He couldn't lose this money!
Too many thoughts raced thru his head in those few minutes, causing Uddy to panic, scoop up his cards, toss back the remainder of his milk, and bolt from his table.
On his way out of the saloon, he attempted to avoid all contact with anyone who might be connected to the fat cafeteria lady, staring at the floor directly ahead. That's when he noticed the sparkling shimmer lying on the floor ...a bracelet... hmmm... the clasp was broken, but the bracelet was otherwise still in tact.
Uddy collected the delicate jewelry and wondered if the cafeteria lady would know who it belonged to. Maybe there would be a reward for its return? Rather than question the lusty cook or any of the few slacker squares in the cafeteria, Uddy pocketed it casually, hoping to learn of a reward or any other information before parting with the piece.
Wondering if his new friend the metal shop teacher could fashion a clip or clasp of some sort, Uddy made his way from the cafeteria, always alert to trouble, be it from dancers, handlers, savages or thieves...
Uddy arrived at the metal shop class, and smiled and greeted the short stocky balding teacher warmly.
"Back again, my friend?" Mr Smith smiled. "I told you I would gladly come for you when it was time to begin class... was there something else you needed?"
Uddy nodded. "I could use a hapenny nail... and a plier..."
The teacher, Mr. Smith was perplexed. "A single nail? and a pliers? Let me see what I can do for you..."
Uddy nodded and tinkered with some of the shop teacher's other wares while Smith tended to the nail.
When Uddy fixed the bracelet, he made his way to his next/first class of the day, and luckily it was Math class!!
"Can I help you find something, young man?" the math teacher asked quietly.
"I think I'm in this class..." Uddy said, shifting uncomfortably in his cowboy boots. "And I think this belongs to...." he looked around the classroom then stepped up to Gunna's desk and slid her the bracelet he had fixed. "YOU!!" Uddy smiled at the girl and winked, as though he was happy to see a familiar face again... for the first time...
"This bracelet forms a circle when worn properly, a sacred hoop..." he said softly, fishing the jewelry from his pocket and draping it gently over the girl's wrist. "But, the sacred hoop is incomplete, something is keeping the precious ends from coming together, from staying together for all eternity..."
The girl squirmed slightly at the tender touch of the white man who bowed before her, and Uddy continued, quietly.
"Somehow, some simple thing brought the 2 ends of this precious thing together, here in this math classroom and the metal smith's shop..." the gringo held the bracelet ends together and slid the tiny nail between the loops.
"Some force, some kind of 'magic' even, brought these two dangling ends together, to complete the sacred hoop, bringing new life to the precious thing started there that day, in the small classroom..."
he twisted the nail tight, but still very gently, locking the bracelet back in place against the small savage's skin, then smiled up at the girl, lifting her freshly-adorned arm to his lips, kissing the back of her hand once, charming her...
"Name's Uddy Eno..." he greeted. "Enchanted to meet you..."
he was going to like it here at Sunny Day Valley high, it was so easy to make friends and posts... almost no work at all really!!
Originally posted by DIBWILLPAY!
(((Slicky, I'm asking kindly. Why are you somewhat copying and posting from one rp to another? Just wondering?)))
((Thank you for asking kindly DIBs, I am joining other RPs with my cut-and-paste stylings of other great and wonderful characters from the Western to illustrate the point that cut-and-paste rehashed characters, although quite a clever and witty little trick, are really pointless and lacking in all creative and constructive areas of each specific universe...
now, your choices are, to ignore the inclusion of this cut-and-paste character, thereby fortifying my position that such characters are weak and lame and pointless to include in 17 different RPs, therefore only worthy of being overlooked and ignored...
OR, you can do as Stormy Day has so eloquently alluded we are all allowed to and continue to interact and live and learn and grow along with my cardboard cut-out western character, and prove that point, while still allowing me to continue to cut-and-paste to my heart's content and to the enjoyment of all who participate in this Sunny Day Valley RP
and hurry up, Uddy's getting anxious to get to some book learnin' and cypherin'... not to mention his palm is getting sweaty holding up the class while holding up Gunna's hand to his lips like that!))
remember: if you ignore Uddy, you are helping prove MY point,
if you respond and interact, you are enabling me to continue to play by Stormy Day's rules...or non-rules... of RP