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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on May 27, 2006 16:57:50 GMT -5
The frontier town of Joseyville. Just one of many such towns that dot the Renton-Mixon border (the South-North border that defines the Native domains and Marlyla; this border conveniently pretends that the Natives are of one kind, that the Marlylans are a unified country, and that there are no other countries attempting to carve a piece of the continent, all of which are dubious assumptions at best).
The Grand Church of Damien is the center of the town. People define the town based on how many blocks one is distant from the Church. Close to it, there are well-developed residential areas, established businesses, the train tracks, and the other accoutrements of civilization. The further one gets away from Joseyville's interior, the more that the saloons serve cheaper and cheaper moonshine; the more that the outlaws are open about their violence; the more the Wanted posters are desecrated; the more the Agitators place their fliers and even start a new style of Vandalprop created by Quinn Tesla called "graffiti"; the more the tobacco shops begin to offer more exotic brands of the weed (indeed rumored to not be tobacco at all); the more the houses resemble shanties or mud huts rather than cabins or even mansions. Indeed, because Joseyville happens to be part of the major bay of Riana, it has fresh seafood and trade from all over the world. But even here, half of the port area is quite vicious and crude, while close to the Church it is safe.
Of course, there are many, including the Agitators, who argue that the safety of the center of the town is a hasty illusion.
Joseyville is lucky in that it is close to a Black Native stronghold and fort, Warm Cloud, headed by a council of elders that are clear about cooperating with the Tans (the collective word for the Gnosisians) and sharing the bounty of Marlyla.
The biggest change has been the arrival of the bizarre Branton Bell, a dangerous Snake who uses his cavalry rifle like it is a pistol.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 4, 2006 21:02:52 GMT -5
Alastair strides into town headin towards the shadier part of town. being a drifter and traveling where the wind takes him. He strides in a bar and sits in the back and observes those around...part of his nature is to know his surroundins he may travel at a whim but its smart to know who and what goes on in a new place. Alastair Sits, waits, and watches. Ordering a bottle of wine or vodka(or something of the sort)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 4, 2006 21:11:22 GMT -5
The bar does not grow quiet as he enters, luckily indicating that there is no fear of an open gunfight (though a knife between the ribs is a ubiquitous risk). The bartender is an attractive if Rubinesque woman, thick and wearing a modest outfit, but the other barmaids are quite lowcut with their dresses. She smiles at Alastair and says, "Haven't seen ya in these parts before. Be glad we don't charge strangers extra tax in this city. You're lucky, we just got a shipment of vodka, most places would tell ya what they serve is moonshine, moonshine and moonshine." She deftly pours him a glass and says, "Think of me as yer guide to this city. Free of charge, though I do appreciate an extra drink. I'm Rainey Wales."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 4, 2006 21:24:07 GMT -5
'The Names Sinclair. How do you do madam?"*Standing up and taking a bow in front of Rainey Wales*
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 1:54:08 GMT -5
"Why, a real gentle-man!" She says, stretching the word out attempting to mimic a Continental accent. "Things could be better, what with Branton Bell around. The man's the Snake of Snakes, and people don't get drunk when they're afraid for their lives."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 5, 2006 8:49:27 GMT -5
"Branton Bell, im new to these parts would you mind enlightening me on whom or what this might be twould be most appreciated'
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 15:55:56 GMT -5
Rumors do come to mind in a moment: Branton Bell, the Maniac of Mannery (a town that was completely wiped out by the Bell family), a master of rifle tricks.
"You haven't heard about Branton Bell?! You must be real new!" She begins to clean a glass, and people become noticably uncomfortable, so she whispers a bit lower. "They say he can fire his rifle backwards blindfolded through a cornfield and hit a rattler on the other sahde with no difficulty at all. He comes in smoking and comes out smokin more."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 5, 2006 17:42:31 GMT -5
'Interesting...' 'Well onto a lighter subject, what about your law enforcement in this place? how many ya got and who are they? I like to know important people in every place i come to'
Sitting down and taking a shot of vodka.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 18:38:28 GMT -5
She smiles and says, "I'll give ya the... What is the wo... Benefit of the doubt on that one. We got three Sheriffs, each with around thirty deyputies. Sheriff Parker protects the area near the Grand Church. This is a matter of some controversy, but he sits on his ass and does nothing. All he cares about is the bribes he gets from the cattle ranchers. Sheriff Lone Hawk is strict, self-righteous and a little of a prude, but I love that man and so does everyone here. He keeps the peace and lets people live. And then there's Sheriff Scomm. A real pig, he works at the docks and runs the whole place."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 5, 2006 19:43:15 GMT -5
'Thank you kindly 'mam''
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 19:49:46 GMT -5
She smiles and continues, "What do you intend to be doin' here, Mr. Sinclair?"
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 5, 2006 20:46:31 GMT -5
'Not sure, jes blew in. maybe i can make some money. right now im jes relaxin'
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 21:34:33 GMT -5
"Well, if ye want to make some money, I always need a good 'tender or a muscle around the bar."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 6, 2006 17:13:32 GMT -5
'Id be happy to offer my services. might help me get to know some people round these parts'
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 6, 2006 18:27:59 GMT -5
She smiles and hands you a roll of bills. "Be here tomorrow, consider that an advance."
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 6, 2006 22:39:47 GMT -5
'will do 'mam' Nods and continues drinking scouting the people whom come to the bar.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 6, 2006 23:48:58 GMT -5
The traffic remains slow. There is a lady of the night in her pink revealing bordello madam outfit, smiling at the man and getting herself trashed. A man in a brown coat followed by two smelly miners are next. (RE: 114).
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 7, 2006 19:37:22 GMT -5
Alastair heads off now looking for a place he can stay for the night. Might as well get some sleep before he satrs work tommorow.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 7, 2006 19:52:40 GMT -5
The man in the brown coat looks at Sinclair as he passes by, while the miners souse themselves. The hooker takes another drink. Suddenly, Sinclair is falling. He catches himself quickly and miraculously, and he knows that the man tripped him.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 8, 2006 17:59:14 GMT -5
Stand with a smile and a strange gleam in his eye' Well hello kind sir, can i possibly ask your name?'
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 18:15:31 GMT -5
The man smiles and says, "John Fox, and I don't think I like yer tone." The man seems a bit intimidated by Sinclair's standing after that.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 8, 2006 19:22:14 GMT -5
'Well you may not like my tone but i have yet to do anything to disturb you i came here to kindly enjoy my drink and i make to leave and you hinder me, by tripping me. That is not gentlemanly at all'
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 19:27:18 GMT -5
"Not a lot of gentlemen in these here parts. We don't very much like them." Fox seems to continue to be filling his talk with bluster, drinking from his bottle of scotch rather than preparing to attack...
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 8, 2006 20:08:46 GMT -5
Alastair tunrs to leave and at the last moment attempts to grab his hair and smash his face into the table
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 20:20:54 GMT -5
The man seems to remain intimidated, but also quite fast and aware. Alastair grabs his hair, but by that time Fox is resisting, quickly reaching for his gun. To make it worse, Alastair's arm hyperextends.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 8, 2006 20:46:47 GMT -5
OOC:ouch!
IG: Alastair quick draws his gun and attempts to shoot Fox's gun outta his hand.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 22:36:52 GMT -5
Fox turns away and wrenches himself from Alastair's grip, and Alastair misses entirely. Fox kicks forward the table and takes out his gun. Luckily, Alastair gets another action.
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 8, 2006 23:12:54 GMT -5
Alastair Takes an aimed shot towards the gun again trying to disarm and not kill.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 23:37:17 GMT -5
This time Alastair automatically succeeds. Even more luckily, the bar begins to applaud: Fox was a mean bastard, and now he had been publically humiliated. A deputy in the back stands up and says, "Ladies and gentlemen, I think that's reasonable cause to arrest. Fox! Y'all get your hands behind your back!"
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Post by Black Fox on Jun 9, 2006 14:27:21 GMT -5
Alastair twirls his gun and holsters it
'Maybe ya should watch whom your tripping.'
Tipping his hat now to the deputy.
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