Setting the old west

time is relative

I feel nervous as one of girls comes in looking for breakfast i mutter that i organized cupboards and that the pantry has been properly arranged. my voice is low and gruff intentionally and i see Dan shooting an odd glance at me trying to ignore, he nearly breaks a dish as i hand it to him and his hand isn't there.
 
Dan:

Smiling broadly at the kidd's nervousness Dan looks up at Ellie. "After you get a bite to eat Ellie, could you tend the bar for a few?" Dan asked as he shot a thin smile to the kidd. she was about to hand him one of the dishes but he was still drying one and it clattered back into the soapy water. Ellie and he looked over at her then.
 
Ellie

I looked over at the kid as one of the dishes clattered back into the sink.

"Hey, ya wanna be careful with them dishes, it takes forever to get more, so we try not to break any," I said, grabbing a couple of eggs to fry up for breakfast.

There seemed to be some kind of tension in the air as I stood there cooking my eggs. When I had finished, I put the eggs on a plate and sat the frying pan next to the sink.

"I'll just go up front and eat these so I can watch the bar too." I took my food out front, looking out the windows at the empty streets. Not many people came in early in the morning, maybe a few of the single cowboys or ranchers if they didn't feel like cooking. Though the stage was coming in today and there might be a few people getting off here for what ever reason. The last few days around here seemed to have been pretty exciting, I wondered what would happen next.

OOC: So basically the saloon is like a bar, grill & cathouse? (one stop easy shopping! ~giggle~) And the boarding house is a hotel with a complimentary continental breakfast? (Just making sure I got this all figured out! ~s~)
 
in a town this small everything has multi purposes

dan is also law, mortician (buries people), and a good hand with stitches.

I shrugged as dish fell back into sink, the tension was palpable. this wasn't going to work, i sneak out on afternoon stage and be out of here before Dan could convince me otherwise. i made plans in head to get my stuff and sneak out when he was busy with bar and wan't watching my ass.

when suddenly he snapped me out of my reverie.

"hey kidd," his hand on my shoulder like fire on my skin
 
Dan:

"You really need to loosen up kid... Or your gonna give your own self away..." Dan whispered in her ear as he squeezed her shoulders. He had dried his hands while she was thinking.
 
i shook my head and put the pan ellie had used into sink to soak, "you aren't making this any easier."

i murmur heading out to front room to wipe down tables and put down chairs before people started trickling through
 
The tension in this room was so thick, I coulda cut it with a butter knife, I think, as I'm trying to figure out where it's coming from. Close observations finally point to Dan and that kid. I decided to try and corner the kid, and see what the hell was up. This air needed some cleaning, and if I had to do it, then so be it.

"Hey kid!" I say approaching the young man. Er at least I still think he's a man, but I've been suspecting otherwise. He just didn't move right for a male, though I hadn't been paying real close attention. I did have a LOT of experience in this area, seeing as I'd had hundreds of men in my time.

The poor kid nearly jumped outta his skin when I spoke. I felt bad I'd spooked him, so I tried to apoligize.

"Sorry if a startled ya. You know, you look like you got some kind of heavy secret yer a tryin' to hide. If ya's need to talk to someone, please feel free to come to me...I promise I don't bite." I say. "At least not too hard."

Not wanting to intrude, but concerned, I leave it at that. I figure he'll come around, if he needed to. Meanwhile, I just give him a cheery smile.
 
Re: Billy and Sally

Friendly Dragon said:
Reaching the outskirts of town, we picked up a little speed as I guided us down towards the river.

OOC: Sorry....didn't see this post....guess we'll have to recount what we did by the river in our memories.....lol
 
da kidd

she spooks me, i was glad i was making plans to make tracks, he mention of biting, Dan was right, I'd never make it here as a boy and I refused to reveal myself, that would be worse. though my father woulnd't recognize me in red dress and heavy make up. it was near bottom of list.

I waited until things were just busy enough for me to slip away. I scrambled upstairs brushing past one of girls, a little too close for comfort. I snagged my saddle bags when a loud voice interupted me.

"Just what do you think yur doing?"
 
I watched the kid streaking upstairs, wishing he'd open up to me. There was definitely something going on that was underlying. But I couldn't do anything about it if I weren't consulted, so I went about my own business.
 
Da Kidd

REVIVE


*chuckle*

IC

I scrambled to regain my balance falling awkwardly on floor my heavy saddle bag landing on top of me.

"I'm gettin while the gettin is good." i huskily reply

(didn't specify who interupted me)
 
Dan:

"Well, I have news for you Kid, the getting ain't never good..." She tried to push past him but he refused to move. "I can't, in good conscience, let you go out on your own... If you really have to go I ask that you let me help you at the very least..." He shifted a little awkwardly and added. "But I really need the help here... If you leave I don't think I could keep these doors open..." Even though that wasn't completely true he hoped it would keep her here, at least for a little longer.
 
"yeah, like you said you just lost ginnie, you need another whore is this bar, and it ain't goin be me." tear rolls down my cheek, i was so tired of running.

"Stop dragging yourself down like that," he said his hand firmly on my shoulder stopping me from moving. "Please, don't go." he softly asks practically a whisper.

"there's nothing here for me."

"Is there anything out there for you?" he counters.

my skin feels warm the spot his hand is on practically burns as my body melts. what the hell was wrong with me? for thinking of him in such a way. Why in world was i imagining my bare body thrown on bed him over me.......My face was turning sixteen shades of scarlett
 
Peter South

The tall, confederate gray horse walks into town, the rider's hat pulled low over his eyes, his duster wrapped tightly around him. Reining in before what appears to be the saloon, he slides out of the saddle, loosely wrapping the reins around the post in front of him before stepping up to the door.

As he pushes his way through the swinging doors, he pauses to let his eyes adjust to the dimness and looks around. Striding over to the bar, he slides onto a barstool and asks for a whiskey.
 
Diving in with a Splash

OOC: Playing a guy'll be sumthang different and poor Sally n Elizabeth need something ta do. Please be gentle! IRL I dont have the equipment to be male ya know, so <grins> if Im too nice, well, wadda ya expect? <winks>

David T. Gray aka Silver Hawkeyed
Half-breed, 6'2" (er no clue where we are so he doesnt hafta be any particular type of ingin ;P)
tauntly muscled body, well defined
malnourished, cut, bleeding, shot??
Ink black hair down to waist
Steel gray eyes, thin upper lip n full bottom lip
rough, scarred hands

Er, <cross fingers> please let it be night? cuz it if aint well.. its night now!

And, uhmmmm... I cheated, so er, can someone tell me da name of da town cuz I dont member reading it... <ducks>

IC: Just a little bit more...just a few more steps--I stumble and a short grunt exhales from my burning throat as I fall to me knees. Dirt encrusted fingers dig helplessly into the ground as my trembling arms try desparately to hold me up. My galloping heartbeat and harsh breathing fill my ears with deafening sound. Squinting my gray eyes, I blink away the pouring sweat and crawl to a nearby tree. Collapsing there in the shade, I loose my body to rest for a while...

An animal loudly crashing thru the bushes wakes me up suddenly. I lie motionless and listen with wide ears. An owl calls out its eternal question from above, a haunting loon tries to make its move on a potential mate, leaves rustle carelessly in the night breeze-there's no danger near. Consciously relaxing my body piece by painfilled piece, I fall into a light trance as I try to keep myself from thinking about the past four months. Four horrific, nightmarish months.

Gingerly moving onto my good shoulder, I slowly get back up using the tree to hold myself steady. I see a clearing up ahead. That must be where the town is. The small desolute town that I saw a couple of days ago from the mountain. If I can just make it there. Some rest and food. Heal. Hide. Then vengence. With renewed will, I continue my way towards the town.

Towards midnight, I see the town clearly for the first time. The farthest building away was the largest building in the small hole in the ground town with lights blazing out its casual double doors. Voices carried out of it every once in a while. It looks like a saloon.

Breathing heavily, my right arm cradling my left close to my blistered chest, I stumble into the first building really hard. Air burst out of my lungs and I bit back a moan of pain. Bursts of pain streaked like lighting throughout my body as I leaned against the wall that caused all the agony in the first place. My vision doubles as I attempt to walk towards the saloon. My sight triples and spins wildly upon my third hapless lurch and I crashed into the backsteps of the building.

I'm not going to make it, I thought, as I crashed towards the ground.

OOC: Im in ragged, ripped up to hell and back jeans that are practically falling apart as we speak. Whatever cotton flannel shirt I had is tied up on various wounds(someone else choose where), I have no shoes cuz my moccasins fell apart long time ago, and I dunno if you want me landing on the boarding school backdoor or not, but I figured that wouldn't be bad. Er, someone pick it up from here? Heheh ;)
 
the town with no name

OOC town has no name....as far as I know...and I started the thread...*grin*

yippee a soldier and a injun (though we would always welcome a new working girl) and I'll ICQ the minister tonight when i get home.


The confrontation was stalled as horse pulled up and Dan headed back downstairs his hands brushing his gun under the apron he wore.

I took a few moments to compose myself and reapply dirt on my face before heading down. I freeze at top of stairs. A soldier sits there, reminding me of the mansion I left behind in the South. I shivered and sneaked back into kitchen fixing food and seeing to things as day wore on and whiskey flowed freely.

We were cleaning up at dusk when a THUMP startled us, we ran outside to see a Indian warrior barely alive it seemed in road, I hoped the soldier wasn't hunting Indians and to be on safe side we dragged him to boarding house waking up Miss Johnson. We got him cleaned up and sewn up a little before we left him resting in boarding house.

I was so tired by the time we got back to his room I took off hat tossed it aside and fell to bed and asleep before Dan could continue our earlier conversation.


OOC I'm thread starter and I can move y'all around if I want to....*grin* but if I'm taking too many liberties let me know...i just like everyone to sort of be on same page....so to speak....expect everyone to wake up tomorrow and sort things out. Capeche?
 
Dan:

After he had dealt with the two new arivals and found that the kid had disapeared he started searching for her like some love sick fool. It was all he could do to look calm under the eyes of his lady employies. He finally made his way back to his room. The last place he thought the kid would go to, from her attitude earlier in the day. Sure enough, there she was, sleeping in his bed. He sighed a breath of releif and left to finish the few chores he had left for the night before he returned to his makeshift bed on the floor.
 
da kidd

i slept the sleep of the dead tired. I wake up feeling well rested, stretching slowly feeling grit in my mouth wishing i had luxury of a bath. I stretched hoping not to wake Dan and wondering if I could slip off to stream or something and rinse off.
 
Sorry CelestialBody

OOC: Sorry, CelestialBody. I've been having some major connection problems for awhile now. I solved it just before Thanksgiving time, so I figured I'd wait till I returned before posting. I see you worked around my unfortunate silence. Let me know if you want to try again, or do something else. Again, sorry.
 
Ellie

OOC: ~Does a little dance of joy cause there are more men around~ (and no, the dance doesn't involve taking off clothes... ya gotta pay if ya wanna see that baby!! ~LOL~)
 
Da Kidd

Keeping the thread alive

I slip downstairs with a bar of soap a worn old towel and a comb, i manage to sneak past the early rising minister and Miss Johnson and head to farthest possible water. I notice it's nicely concealed and strip quickly and wade in ignoring the icy chill. i take the soap and begin cleaning myself up.
 
Ellie

Walks down stairs, sits behind the bar, doin the waitress thing.

OOC: Ok, I couldn't really think of anything more creative, just thought I'd get someone else awake. :)
 
David

I wake up with a start. Groggily, with pain shooting its usual shots throughout my body, I push myself up into a sitting position. I suddenly realize that I'm in a bed. A clean bed and that there are four walls around me. It's a simple room with nothing special, but it's more than I've had in a long time. Where the hell am I?

I grunted and frowned. Last thing I remember...it clicks. The town. If you can call it that. I must be there. I feel the bandages that have been wrapped around me. As I pull of the covers to look down at my body, I realize two things at once. One, I'm naked. Two, I need to piss.

Careless of my nudity, I slip my feet to the ground and try to stand up. I make it--barely. Grunting softly, I make it across the room. Just as I put my hand out to lean against the door, it comes open and crashes into me. Swearing, I lose my balance and I try to save myself by grasping the dresser on the side, but the damn cloth on it's top slips. I fall hard on my bare ass and I swear some more when I feel a splinter snag into me. Everything on the dresser top falls down with painful accuracy on my cracked ribs.
 
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