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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 2:34:14 GMT
Addison gave a slight chuckle. "Aye...sorta important, it is. Ohh," he built up a bit, tipping back his hat again and looking up at the clouds. "Honestly, it's only lonely in the minds of people on the outside. It makes you appreciate the land...almost like the range is a big friend, yknow what I mean? It's sorta like spending time with an old friend. We think deep thoughts together, talk about deep things."
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 2:47:47 GMT
Patience listened quietly as Addison spoke, glancing up at the sky as he did. "I wish I had that," she said quietly.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 3:02:18 GMT
Addison glanced at her sideways. "Wish you lived on the range? You live in a house, with real people that talk back, don't you?"
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 3:11:31 GMT
Patience shook her head. "No...I wish I had a friend." She cleared her throat, gesturing ahead. "We're almost there—I can see Ma. Ma!" She hurried forward to meet a smaller woman who was working outside a fairly nice-looking home.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 3:14:18 GMT
Addison frowned but did not have time to formulate a proper response before she ran off. He hung back and approached the house and came to stand a ways behind Patience.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 3:28:32 GMT
"Ma, this is Addison. Pa hired him to help with the barn," Patience said as Addison came closer. She glanced back at him, let her gaze drift down to his gun, then tapped her lips, a silent request to not bring up what happened in the saloon. Amelia wiped her hands on her apron. "Oh, goodness, and I didn't have time to clean myself up. Your father, I swear..." She grinned, stepping forward and offering her hand to Addison. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Amelia. Come inside, yes? I made a pie for dinner but I don't think Jeremiah will mind if we cut into it while it's still warm."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 3:49:12 GMT
Addison stepped forward with a smile and quickly wiped his right hand on his pant thigh just in case before shaking hers. "Pleasure ma'am. Ah, shore! I'd be honored." He grinned in anticipation of a home-made pie
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 4:38:10 GMT
Amelia smiled and nodded. "Of course! Patience, go on, the pie is cooling on the windowsill, I'll let you serve. Addison, if you'll follow me, I can get you a drink as well. Would you like some milk?" She asked as she stepped up to the front door, Patience darting in ahead of her.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 4:39:57 GMT
Addison removed his hat and followed Amelia inside. "Oh, water is just fine ma'am." He replied politely.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Apr 23, 2016 5:01:19 GMT
(( Arright. Ly hath tasked me with being the kidnappers, so without further ado here be ma first character: ))
Name: Sawyer G. McVay Gender: Male Age: 53 Occupation: Bounty Hunter Appearance: A grizzled, imposing man with an overly large, overly well groomed handlebar mustache. Wrinkles, scars and a missing earlobe indicate just how long Sawyer has been in the business. He wears a massive, leather belt across his waist, and packs a comically large revolver by his side. Personality: Sawyer is a gruff man of few words. When he does speak, he speaks his mind with no censor. Years of bounty hunting have warped him into an eerily uncaring man. Weapons: Modified Smith & Wesson Model 3 at his belt and a Henry Lever Action rifle slung over his back. Large, curved hunting knife used for scalping. Strengths: Expert shot with a rifle and pistol. A clever strategist. Weaknesses: Old age and his own bullheadedness. Can be shot in face. History: Hired to bring Chankoowashtay to an unnamed party.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 6:41:32 GMT
((Okay, for the house...think Little House on the Prairie. Big loft, small kitchen, main dining/sitting room...eh, just Google it))
"Oh, that's perfectly fine." Amelia nodded to the table. "Go ahead and take a seat, I'll get that water for you." She went over to the small kitchen stove and gave Patience a hug as she passed. The younger woman smiled faintly, cutting into a delicious-looking pie and placing the slices carefully on three plates. "So, Mr. Addison," Amelia said as she came back, setting down a glass of water on the table. "Has my husband said anything about your job, or did he leave it all to me?"
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 23, 2016 6:54:02 GMT
(Heh which one though?)
Addison stood just inside the doorway and glanced around the room. "Oh, he just said the barn needed fixin' and reckoned I didn't have to be an expert to do it."
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 23, 2016 8:25:53 GMT
((The big one XP))
"Right, right..." Amelia waved Addison over to the table as Patience set out the plates of pie. "Come sit down, we'll talk about the barn."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Apr 24, 2016 22:04:45 GMT
(( And here is character numero two: ))
Name: Ciqala Gender: Male Age: 23 Tribe: Lakota Sioux Occupation: Bounty Hunter?
Appearance: Ciqala is a skinny, stick of a man with a boyish face and quiet mannerisms. Fairly handsome, with braided brown hair and downcast eyes. Personality: Rarely speaking, but constantly hyper-aware of his surroundings, Ciqala has grown increasingly more reserved since joining Sawyer in the kidnapping of Chankoowashtay.
Weapons: Winchester Model 1873 slung over shoulder, hunting knife, and his wits. Strengths: A clever combatant and survivalist. Skilled with a knife. Expert tracker. Weaknesses: Poor shot with a rifle. Can be shot in face.
History: A wanted horse thief with a large bounty on his head, Ciqala betrayed the sioux after being promised a clean record and a share of the reward for kidnapping Chankoowashtay by Sawyer.
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 25, 2016 19:44:46 GMT
"Their attempt at being smart is their big mistake." Jeremiah dismounted, guiding his horse over to Enapay. "Shall we?" "After you, ah..." Enapay realized that he didn't have the sheriff's name.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 25, 2016 19:58:22 GMT
"Wilder. Jeremiah Wilder," Jeremiah replied, stepping into the brush. "C'mon, I think we can catch up to them..."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Apr 25, 2016 20:22:18 GMT
The caravan waited for the two men and their captive on the other side of the hill. Three wagons, each loaded down with grizzled, snarling men. They were armed to the teeth -- muskets, revolvers, bayonets. The cargo was too valuable and the journey too long to risk going with anything less. The two men crested the hill and stopped, observing the small army before them. George gave a confused glance to his companion.
"They're not all getting shares in this, are they?"
"No."
"They're gonna want shares, Sawyer..." George had balled up his hat in his hands, a nervous habit.
The other man, Sawyer, said nothing. But instead, yanked the prisoner out in front of him, kicking him to the ground for the caravan below to see. Then he dropped his pack and withdrew a small, grimy mirror, flashing it in the sun. Three horsemen broke from the caravan, galloping forwards. George gave Sawyer an apprehensive glance, but the man just stared straight ahead. The three horsemen came to a stop, dismounting and running up to Sawyer and George.
"We were followed." Sawyer finally spoke up, voice little more than a low growl.
"Followed? By how many?" One of the horsemen, an indian, stepped forward. He gave a fleeting glance to the prisoner, but quickly raised his eyes to meet Sawyer's. "Couldn't have been more than two or three. But I didn't want to take my chances."
The indian man gave a thoughtful nod, "I'll send a few men to deal with them. The horses are watered and the wagons are ready, we're prepared to move on your call." Sawyer gave a grunt in response. The man nodded and climbed atop his horse, galloping back towards the caravan...
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 29, 2016 10:30:38 GMT
"Wilder. Jeremiah Wilder," Jeremiah replied, stepping into the brush. "C'mon, I think we can catch up to them..." The caravan waited for the two men and their captive on the other side of the hill. Three wagons, each loaded down with grizzled, snarling men. They were armed to the teeth -- muskets, revolvers, bayonets. The cargo was too valuable and the journey too long to risk going with anything less. The two men crested the hill and stopped, observing the small army before them. George gave a confused glance to his companion. "They're not all getting shares in this, are they?" "No." "They're gonna want shares, Sawyer..." George had balled up his hat in his hands, a nervous habit. The other man, Sawyer, said nothing. But instead, yanked the prisoner out in front of him, kicking him to the ground for the caravan below to see. Then he dropped his pack and withdrew a small, grimy mirror, flashing it in the sun. Three horsemen broke from the caravan, galloping forwards. George gave Sawyer an apprehensive glance, but the man just stared straight ahead. The three horsemen came to a stop, dismounting and running up to Sawyer and George. "We were followed." Sawyer finally spoke up, voice little more than a low growl. "Followed? By how many?" One of the horsemen, an indian, stepped forward. He gave a fleeting glance to the prisoner, but quickly raised his eyes to meet Sawyer's. "Couldn't have been more than two or three. But I didn't want to take my chances." The indian man gave a thoughtful nod, "I'll send a few men to deal with them. The horses are watered and the wagons are ready, we're prepared to move on your call." Sawyer gave a grunt in response. The man nodded and climbed atop his horse, galloping back towards the caravan... Enapay froze. A small, leaf-shaped brooch was half hidden in the mud. "Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." He picked it up carefully, reverently, and held it up to the sunlight. "They're taking my brother to Isengard!" ((*cough* Just kidding. *cough* Although you gotta admit there are a lot of similarities. :P)) The trail snaked between trees, sliced through thickets, climbed up a cliff and practically leapt off the other side--but Enapay followed with grim resolve. Jeremiah was right. Cutting through the forest might be the trappers' fatal mistake. There was plenty of mud, plenty of grass. Their footprints were delightfully plain. Furthermore, with such a large party in tow, it would be impossible to maintain a quick pace. Enapay froze. They had come to the crest of a hill, overlooking a strange scene: was that a caravan? He dropped to the ground, hoping that they hadn't been seen.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 11:45:50 GMT
Jeremiah stared into the distance. "Saruman..." ( ) Jeremiah crouched behind a bush, letting out a faint growl at the sight before them. Against two men, they had a chance. Against a whole caravan...not so much. "We need to get your brother out before they join the caravan," he whispered. "Can you make some sort of call or noise to let him know you're here? The last thing we need is him bolting in the wrong direction."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 18:13:34 GMT
Addison took a seat on the chair in his traditional bow-legged way.
(Sorry...hello again x)
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 18:42:36 GMT
((Hello from the other siiiiiiiide))
Amelia sat down with a little sigh, patting her face with her apron. "You'd think gardening would get easier over time," she said lightly, then set her hands in her lap. "So...the barn. It isn't as bad as my husband has probably made it sound. We just have a few stalls that need new wood, and the whole thing could use a fresh coat of paint. We'll pay you, of course, and if you need help finding a place to stay, we can help with that." "The saloon is only good for drinks," Patience spoke up. "I wouldn't stay there for one night even if you paid me a thousand dollars."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 18:58:23 GMT
(NO! FIERFEK YOU!)
Addison nodded. "I reckon I could learn to do that in a hurry." He glanced down at his clothes and was both glad that they were suitably old for working in, and regretful that he was wearing them inside a nice house.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 19:00:55 GMT
(Okay, okay, jeez...)
Amelia tapped a soft pattern on her skirt. "So, Addison, how much are you expecting for your work?"
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 19:02:57 GMT
( >___< ) ( xD )
Addison looked at his lap, a bit embarrassed. "I, uh...jimmies, I don't rightly know what fair is. Or how long it'll take me, really."
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 19:29:23 GMT
"How about we talk with Pa about it when he gets back," Patience said quickly before her mother could respond. "Oh...alright, that sounds fair." Amelia nodded.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 20:28:03 GMT
Addison nodded readily. "Sure, let's do that." He was never comfortable talking price with people. He was much more comfortable to topics such as pie.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 21:26:36 GMT
Patience toyed with a napkin, and Amelia noticed. "Is something wrong, dear?" She asked, and, when her daughter shook her head, she turned to Addison. "Did something happen before you came here?"
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 21:36:22 GMT
Before opening his mouth to answer, Addison shot a fast glance over at Patience to attempt to gauge her reaction.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 29, 2016 22:03:02 GMT
Patience gave him a tiny shrug in surrender. Her mom would find out eventually, and she wouldn't yell at Addison.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 29, 2016 22:14:34 GMT
Addison glanced back at Amelia and gave a carefree shrug in hopes of dispelling any worry. "Well, there was a little bit of a ruckus, see a rowdy fellow started getting too pushy, so the Sheriff took care of him...reckon he's locking him away right now."
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