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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 12:57 pm
The old saloon doors swing open with a sicking sound causing all eyes upon the figure. So after the music and laughter fill the air with the aroma of whiskey and cigars. An old fella playing the piano with tunes forgotten by the young, old bones and dried skin skillfully move across the keys without any error. Few meters away from the aged man was those younger, cocky, and no wits.
The young fellas were playing poker, loosing and earn money, one turns and beckons you over. Before the chance to think it over, someone roughly grabbed you by the back collar of your shirt. Dragging you towards a more quieter area of the saloon, hardly any soul, strange, usually the place is filled everywhere. Unless..you were thrown into a chair, barely able to balance yourself and almost hitting the floor. Frantically looking for the son of a b***h who this, not noticing that the one who did was carefully sitting down in the chair front the other side.
Finally seeing the one, you struggled to point the gun, but beaten to it. "Listen squirt," the voice belonged to an old woman, " the reason your here is because of the position of town sheriff." She smiled and withdraw the gun, placing it back in it's holster. "Now," old frail looking hands cupped together on the small table, fumbling as if trying to find the right choice of words. "This ain't what it's like in the city kid. The people here are law, your here to balance and keep the peace of this town. An let me say this...your easily disposable and the fella who will kill you will piss on your grave and laugh. Trust me squirt, I been here since the town first built and saw many sheriff die over the years. But," she lean back, taking the cupped hands behind the messy gray head of hair. "This is your choice and hopefully you will live for more than a week. Good luck squirt."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:20 pm
Rules
~Send profiles to me with the title of "What happens in the west stays in the west"
~~There will be only one part open for sheriff, everyone else, go crazy
~~~I will grant unlimited amount of characters, but only have enough that you can handle
~~~~Fallow the Ole mighty rules of Lost in hopes, I do not want to sacrifice my pants
~~~~~Be nice in OCC, again, I do not want to sacrifice my pants
~~~~~~Place keep this thread alive, normally I don't makes these, don't give me a reason not too
~~~~~~~It's going to be muilt-race, but no god moding of it
~~~~~~~~((New)) Please let me you in the absents that you're not going to be on for a certain period of time, otherwise I'll think someone (Lost in Hope) might have killed you.
~~~~~~~~~~~Have a nice deary day
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:14 pm
Open. (profiles will be in the profile tavern)
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:41 pm
 * Miss Crystal Oswald * Crystal trotted into town on Smokey. She mother always insisted she ride side saddle and usually did, until she was out of her mother's sight. She pulled up to the Local Saloon. She knew the bar tender, Henry, he was a friend of the family, though he never told her parents about her drinking. She thanked for that too. A 'proper lady' didn't drink and if they did, it was something sophisticated, not a beer. Crystal hopped off Smokey and stood before him, gently petting his head. "Thank you boy." Crystal knelt down and waved her hand inches above the ground. Then, through the dust, a large and think patch of grass grew. "There you go Smokey. My treat."Crystal laughed lightly as she turned and entered the Saloon. As she opened the doors, all eyes were on her. A few new faces, but everyone knew what it mean when Crystal walked in the door. "Next round's on me Boys!" She called out. There was a cheer throughout the saloon as Crystal made her way to the bar. "Can I get a Beer Henry?" Crystal asked with a sweet smile. She only looked innocent and everyone who really knew her, knew it wasn't true. Crystal's Mother refuses to believe what Crystal dose and no one has been able to 'tame' her. When Henry laid out a beer for her, she took a large drink, letting the cool liquid run down her throat, followed by a burn from the alcohol. "That hit's the spot."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:25 pm
Shirley got up from her spot, powdery messy hair over her. She slightly grumbled as the men cheered when the young lass came in and orders rounds for everybody. "I better get free rum then Lassy Cry." Shirley yelled over the cheering of morons. She pulled the short hair back, showing her pale face with golden eyes. She hunched over as usually and walked towards the girl and the bartender. She quietly sat on the stool next to Miss Crystal, giving Henry the 'mother hen look'. Henry looked at her and went off to get her drink.
"So what junk is it this time Lassy Cry? The last time I bought something from your father I got back aches for weeks. My daughter Hazel wouldn't quit bothering me." Shirley grabbed the bottle of rum before Henry could put it in a glass.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:50 pm
* Miss Crystal Oswald * Crystal smiled when she hear Ole Miss Copperwood. A regular to the Saloon. And a regular for Rum. "Of course you can." When Shirley came up and sat beside her, Crystal didn't flinch. She liked to watch the mirror behind the bar and know who was coming in and out and who was behind her. She listen to Shirley talk, and waited till she was finished to respond. "You must be mistaken Miss Copperwood." Crystal turned and smiled gently toward her with a sigh. "My father deals in Cattle, not pain killers." Crystal turned back to the Mirror behind the bar and sipped her beer. Usually, Crystal would be more casual about who's in the saloon, but she noticed some unfamiliar faces and didn't trust them, then again she had to reason to. It had been spread throughout the area. Crystal was one of the fastest gunslingers in the entire land and would only join a gang when she was beaten. She had to always be ready for someone to surprise her, and she was. Even sitting next to Miss Copperwood, Crystal had a gun trapped to her upper thigh. "Maybe you should go see Doc." Crystal spoke softly before sipping her beer once again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 8:05 pm
Shirley nearly choked on the rum, she beat her chest and slowly let it slide down her throat. "Naw, the docs here are nothing but trouble." She looked are the rum with her old golden eyes. "Damn old age, I keep forgetting who's who know." she moved the hand that wasn't on the bottle to middle of her brow. Titling her head back, she glared at the ceiling. "God I'm getting old." Old age was new to her, normally she can lift heavy boxes with help, but after Hazel took over that changed. Back aches, forgetting certain things, letting newcomers at like the top dog, What the hell? she thought, moving her head back to normal in a hunch like pose. Her old gun laid against her old hips, her white coat was covered in dust, making it looked old as her. Removing the hand from her brow to her pocket, Shirley pulled out a candy bar. Handing it to the younger girl.
"Here Lassy Cry, a small treat for a free round. Hazel Eve herself made it, almost as good as mine." Shirley looked behind herself, normally she wouldn't sit up here where all the morons are, but she couldn't like Miss Crystal be all by herself. It was the mother in her that wouldn't allow it.
"Tip for you lassy Cry, when someone walks up and place a hand on your shoulder, use the glass cup or bottle to smash their face. That will stun the idiot which will give you time to point the gun, hell or loot the b*****d." she smirked as the bottle covered her pink lips, taking a deep drink.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 8:18 pm
* Miss Crystal Oswald * Crystal reached around and pulled Shirley closer. "No one makes as good of chocolate as you, and no one ever will. Hazel may come close, but it will never be the same." Crystal opened the candy bar and took a bite. "It's not age or back pains that make you old Grandma Copperwood." Crystal joked. "It's the wisdom, wits, and things you're able to pass on. I don't know anyone half your age that's in as good of shape as you." Crystal smiled sweetly as she took a sip. "And you don't need to worry about me." Crystal said, looking at her with a smirk. She slowly pulled up one side of her dress, over the knee and up to her thigh. She knew no one could see except for her and Shirley. Crystal showed the holster and the Gun, upside down, pointing behind her. "I'm ready for anything these days." Crystal lifted her glass to Shirley. "Cheers to your elderly wisdom." Crystal laughed lightly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 8:35 pm
Shirley simple chuckled everything off with a shrug. "Hopefully my children will settle down and make me some grandbabies." she reached down again in her pocket for another candy bar. The bottle made a clank sound against the counter. The hell with old age, she still the same since the day her husband died and nobody is going to change that, well...if her kids get married. But no one wants Shirley Morgan Copperwood as a mother-inlaw, being unlady like. That might be one of the reasons why Miss Crystal's mother doesn't like her, being counter opposite and older than the other mother hen.
"Hope that's not a way to get a man wed" She said, mentioning when Crystal show Shirley her thigh. She knew she was joking, but some people didn't know when she joked. "Oh yea..." she know remembered.
"We got a new sheriff in town, told em straight off. Betting that (he/she) will quit before the week ends." saying out loud for all the hear. Now a days when sheriff comes, people in the bar bet how long or how the sheriff stays.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 8:44 pm
* Miss Crystal Oswald * "Me? Get a man? Ha!" Crystal laughed out loud when Shirley spoke. She took a sip from her bottle to turned towards Shirley. "Men are weak. They can't even stand against me, and I'm only 19."Crystal spoke softly, not because she was afraid of someone getting mad, but because there was a whole brawl in the Saloon a couple weeks ago and Henry was still making repairs. "The day a man can beat me, is the day he sweeps me off my feet and marries me." Crystal laughed. She took the last sip and called Henry for another. While he was waiting on her, Crystal looked Shirley over. "You, I can defiantly see you being one of the coolest Grandmothers ever." Crystal smiled, knowing it was true.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 1:23 pm
"Ha." is all Shirley said, already finished with the bottle of rum. Her eyes felt heavy, after all she ditched her afternoon nap in the candy store. She heard that some people will be coming over to the shop, business talk, stuff she doesn't like since it often has lawyers in it. Damn blood suckers trying to steal every cent she has. Shirley decided to leave and come here, easy for her and Hazel, knowing that her daughter can handle it. Plus with her there the men might feel 'weak' as they called it, seeing an old woman, who is supposed to be lady like and totally a bliss to things. But instead they have to see an old grumpy woman who knows how to shoot, which not good if they say the right words.
The last time men came to the shop about business, Shirley almost went to jail for assault and voilenting the peace. Luckily her the men dropped the charges, but unfortunately Hazel did not. Her daughter, her own flesh and blood, took money and sweets away from Shirley for two months. Trying her like a child who misbehaves. It was embarrassing that she didn't show her face to ANYONE. Making some believe that she was dead and the murderer was Hazel with the help of the younger brother. Now when every Shirley goes to church for something the priest sprays holy water at her and calls her a demon from hell. Then she went to jail after shooting the local priest, and that priest transfer to a different place. And the cycle start over when she got out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 2:19 pm
* Miss Crystal Oswald * Crystal smiled. She didn't pay much attention at Shirley went off into another world, more like the past. Crystal was to busy opening up her beer and getting a nice first taste. "Henry, you always have the best beers." Crystal looked over at Shirley as she took another drink. "So, you said something about a new sheriff? When is.....'it' supposed to be here?" Crystal had an excited expression on her face. It was always fun to mess around with the sheriffs in this town. They never expect anyone like Crystal or Shirley.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 7:50 am
"Met em a few days ago Miss Cry." Shirley finally getting out of her head and back to reality. She looked at the bottle of rum, seeing that it's empty and placed it on the far right of her. Making sure she won't knock it down easily.
(((sorry, but there things happening at my house, so don't at surpise if I don't post or post little. ^^; ))
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