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Post by Nightfire on Jan 29, 2019 17:21:58 GMT -5
"I don't think that spineless bastard has the guts to turn us in. He'd be turning himself in anyway."
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Post by Flame on Jan 31, 2019 0:44:16 GMT -5
(I Finally have characters if you guys still want to do this. Sorry it took so long. I'm still having a hard time coming up with a name for Jessamine's horse so if you want to wait to add her to the front that's fine. Lemme know if I need to change anything.)
Flame: Jessamine (Jess) Flint : Flint : Female : 29 : Scout : Straight : Jessamine is slightly taller than average height (about 5’ 7’’) and she is slim but muscular. She has brown hair that falls to the middle of her back when let down though most of the time it is braided. Her skin is tan from spending so much time in the sun on a daily basis and her eyes are hazel. She’s typically seen wearing trousers with her dark brown leather chaps over them and a long-sleeved button-up shirt. Her (cowboy) hat is black with a lightly beaded cord around the crown and her boots, also black, are worn but still get the job done. Typically Jessamine carries two revolvers in holsters and extra ammunition on her belt. She also carries a knife. : Jessamine isn’t one who is easily pushed around, a skill she learned from working with stubborn animals. She doesn’t back down from a challenge which sometimes gets her into trouble if she’s in over her head. Sometimes she says whatever comes to her head without thinking which has resulted in everything from hurting her friends to turning a calm situation into one where guns are drawn. She prefers shooting for sport to shooting at people but will do it when necessary. More than anything Jessamine enjoys galloping on her horse but just after than on her list of priorities is having a good time. That said, she knows when to be serious. : Jessamine was the only child of a cattle rancher near Grand Junction, CO so she was taught from a young age how to ride, shoot, and work with cattle and horses. Her mother left when Jessamine was in her early teens and she hasn’t quite forgiven her. One day when she was about 20 working in the fields with her father, they ran into a group of outlaws trying to steal some of their cattle. When push came to shove, her father was shot and killed and Jessamine was taken back to the outlaw’s camp alive because of her “pretty face.” After several nights of being a prisoner, Jessamine was able to find a way to escape. Just as she was mounting a horse, however, one of the outlaws, a young man named Emmett, caught her. Much to her surprise, he offered to help as long as he could go with her. Not seeing much of a choice, Jessamine agreed. The two spent the next several months hunting and being hunted by that gang and during that time she and Emmett ended up becoming good friends. After having a taste of life as an outlaw and no family to return to, Jessamine had no desire to try to go back to her old life. Plus she had sworn to herself that one day she was going to kill the gang leader who killed her father but she had a lot to learn before she would be ready for that. She and Emmett spent the next few years traveling and taking jobs to make money any way they could but found it was difficult to make any real money with just the two of them. Not long after, they then found Ella and the Crimson Crows. : None yet : Though she usually acts as a scout, she also has enough skill in combat to be part of raiding parties or other combat roles if necessary.
Animas : Jessamine (Jess) Flint : 5 : Male : Animas is a Missouri Fox Trotter standing at 15 hands. His coat is a light golden brown color and he has a long, dark brown mane and tail. On all four legs he has stockings that match the color of his mane and tail. His eyes are dark brown. : Animas has a bit of an attitude toward everyone, even Jessamine at times though she believes it’s just because he’s going through his rebellious stage. Despite his attitude, he is protective of Jessamine and can get jealous of both people and other horses. He isn’t a mean horse, per se, but he likes things done his way. : His tack is fairly plain aside from some beading on the side of his bridle. : Animas is fast and sure-footed on rough terrain. He is relatively new to Jessamine but the two bonded almost immediately. She stole him while passing through a mining settlement and he got his name from the river that passed by it.
Flame : Emmett Hart : Jack Colter : Male : 31 : Fence : Straight : Emmett has dirty blonde hair that is usually quite messy. He almost always wears a hat so the majority of the mess his hidden. He has a bit of a beard but he doesn’t let it get very long because he feels it gets in the way. He’s not a particularly big man; he’s fairly tall (6’ 1’’) and muscular but not broad. He jokes that it makes him a smaller target. Most of Emmett’s clothing is fairly simple; he wears well-worn leather chaps over trousers, long sleeved cotton shirts of varying color and his favorite vest, usually unbuttoned. He also wears a cowboy hat and boots. Emmett likes to be well-armed so he always wears a belt with two pistols, a knife (or two), and a pouch for explosives or ammunition. He usually also keeps a rifle or shotgun on his saddle. : Emmett is a fairly laid back guy most of the time. He’s easy to talk to and is quick to laugh. Emmett is also a planner. He likes to think things through before acting which can be good if there’s time for it. It means he’s not always comfortable when theres no plan, but he’s learned to think on his feet and follow others’ lead. Emmett is a loyal friend but learned early on not to trust too easily. He tends to expect the worst of people until they prove him wrong : Emmett spent the first half of his life as the promising son of a successful businessman. Around age 18 he fell in love with a young black woman named Rae. As that was taboo at the time, he saw her in secret but soon enough they were discovered. His father disowned him and he became an outcast in the town. He was able to help Rae relocate and start over but he couldn’t seem to outrun his reputation. Eventually he joined up with a gang of outlaws. He was able to use the fear incited by the gang in his favor and he used his connections to sell stolen goods for the gang. His ability to sell anything to just about anyone kept his spot in the gang fairly secure. Others weren’t so lucky. Members were constantly turning on each other for what Emmett always thought were petty reasons. He did more than just act as a fence, however. Emmett quickly learned to ride and shoot and kill when necessary. He and the gang’s leader rarely saw eye to eye on anything, however, so when Emmett saw an opportunity to get out, he took it. He helped a young woman they’d recently taken captive escape and used his inside knowledge of the gang to keep them from being caught. After working with her for several years, she convinced him to join the Crimson Crows with her. At first he was skeptical because of his previous experience with a gang. After seeing how the Crimson Crows treated each other, however, he was much more willing to join. There seemed to be less threat of backstabbing and betrayal than in his previous gang where he was constantly looking over his shoulder. : None : As in his previous gang, Emmett acts as a fence but also participates in other jobs when needed.
Dakota : Emmett Hart: 9 : Female: Dakota is a black and white paint horse. Her tail is white and her mane has black and white sections that line up with the patches on her neck. : Dakota is a sweet horse and loves just about everyone. Occasionally she’ll meet a horse she doesn’t get along with but she seems not to have that issue with people. She’s very tolerant and doesn’t get irritated easily. : Dakota’s saddle and bridle are made from high-quality black leather. The blanket padding her back is blue and white.
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Post by Nightfire on Jan 31, 2019 12:53:34 GMT -5
Looks perfect Flame, they are added.))
Also if you want to make some bounties for them you can.)
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Post by Flame on Jan 31, 2019 21:44:45 GMT -5
(Cool thanks. I'll work on the bounties a little later, I got burned out last night.) (I'll try to get up a post tonight but if not, I will tomorrow.)
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 1, 2019 3:22:34 GMT -5
Ella nodded and watched him walk off. She got up and walked around camp.
Corbin was still sitting on the Hitch as he watched the horses graze.
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Post by Flame on Feb 1, 2019 22:06:39 GMT -5
(Yayyyy Friday! btw I updated Jessamine's horse description.)
Jessamine trotted into camp on Animas after completing one of her routine perimeter checks around the camp. She reigned up near one of the makeshift hitching posts in the camp and jumped down from the saddle. After making sure to tie Animas up with a strong knot, she looked around and saw Ella so she made her way over to report. "Afternoon ma'am," she greeted the other woman. "Everything is still quiet out there. If anyone has discovered our location they're being staying away."
Jack was sitting outside his tent cleaning his rifle. Dakota was hobbled nearby as he had recently finished grooming her. He'd take her back to the others later but for now she was enjoying nibbling on the grass in the shade.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 2, 2019 1:41:10 GMT -5
Corbin finished tightening the sharpened point to the end of his bow making it both a long range and short range attack weapon. He looked to Bill with the normal calm demeanor and nodded. "If that is what Ella wishes of us then yes, I am always ready." He said. He let out a quick whistle in a particular tune. Thunderbird perked his ears and quickly came running over. He patted his neck as he quickly strapped the bridle on and jumped up onto his back. "Mount up and let us go." He said as he strung the bow over his shoulder and tightened the quiver of arrows on him. He turned Thunderbird away from camp and waited.
Ella looked to the younger recruit and nodded gently. "I appreciate you checking for us." She said. "You've done good my daughter, now go get something to eat if you haven't already." She smiled gently. "Jack, can you come here." She called to the fence hoping he would hear her holler.
(I will update it tomorrow if I get the chance. remind me though.)
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Post by Flame on Feb 2, 2019 12:10:02 GMT -5
(I totally accidentally used Jack instead of Emmett in my last post. Originally I was going to have his name be Jack and gang name be Emmett but I switched at the last minute. Doesn't really matter to me but I'm probably going to try to call him Emmett.)
Emmett looked up at the sound of his name. He quickly finished putting the gun back together and then set it down in his tent before sauntering over to Ella. "What can I do for ya?" he asked and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops on his pants.
Jessamine nodded and then turned toward the wagon where Madman Grey was busy cooking. "What's on the menu today?" she asked, leaning against the side of the wagon with her arms crossed. Until Ella had mentioned it, she hadn't realized she was all that hungry but with the smell of food surrounding her, her stomach began to growl.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 2, 2019 18:29:57 GMT -5
(id like to join! I just can’t fill out my form right now since I’m on mobile)
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 2, 2019 20:20:50 GMT -5
"Well I have rabbit stew brewing with veggies and also have snake cooking over the fire." Madman smiled. "For now until everything is done cooking you can grab an apple." he told her hearing her stomach growl. He chuckled lightly. "Apparently Corbin and Bill are heading out to get more food for the salt bins." He told her.
"I want you to go see if you can tack down Cornwall." Ella said flatly. "Be quiet and discrete when looking for him. I do not want to start a fight if it can be helped. If it can't be helped then so be it." She huffed. "Report back to me once you find out what he has been up to." Ella crossed her arms and shook her head. "I have a feeling this man may bring us trouble." She said.
"Then we should avoid using guns." He said as he watched Bill look over the rifle. "They are loud and will scare away the hunt more so than a bow. We will be able to get more food from a bow since some of the meat won't need to be cut away from the bullet." Corbin said as he rode out of camp and into the forest that protected them.
(And that's okay Monk. Feel free to join when it's of most convenient to you.) Also Cornwall is only a temp NPC/ Member)
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Fireclaw3
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Feb 2, 2019 21:38:27 GMT -5
Bill looked at Corbin as he talked, before glancing at his rifle. “Headshots won’t waste any meat, and it’s a repeating rifle, so I can get more than enough shots off.” He said as they left the camp and entered the forest. “Also, I happen to be a crackshot with this gun, so I think we’ll be fine, boy.” He said, his face plain and emotionless. Bill pulled out the rifle, holding it in one hand, ready in case they see anything. He double-checked to make sure it was fully loaded, before looking around at their surroundings, listening for any sign of wild game.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 2, 2019 22:30:16 GMT -5
Monkorpio: Julian O'Connor: Firebeard: Male : 29: Munitions Expert: Straight: The first thing one will notice about someone named Firebeard is that he has no beard. Instead, his face is completely clean-shaven, with just a tiny bit of stubble poking through occasionally. Julian has bright red hair, that's mid-length and braided down one side. He is naturally very pale, although working out in the sun has tanned him a little bit. His face and shoulders are covered in freckles, such an obscene amount that it is seen by many as unnattractive. Julian has a fairly plain looking face, with high cheekbones snd a sharp jawline. His ears are relatively large and stick out. He's tall and lanky, standing at just over six feet. He usually wears an unbuttoned overshirt with no shirt underneath, old ranch jeans, and a pair of boots. Two Pearl-handled revolvers, his pride and his joy, sit in holsters on his waist. : It seems as if the sky could be falling down around Julian and he'd laugh. Nothing can seem to keep his spirits down, and nothing can keep him in check. He spits in the face of authority, both literally and figuratively. Nothing gets Julian angrier than being told what to do, which may be the reason he joined the Crows. Julian is in constant motion, yelling at something over here and something over there. He can't speak below a whisper, either. Some people think that years working with explosives turned him partially deaf. He's the first one to fight 'the man', and always roots for the underdog, who's often himself.: Julian was born to two Irish fences. He grew up knowing the authority as those who would try to hold him down. The first time he got in real trouble with the law was when he was 14, when he and his friends stoned the mayor of the small town he came from. Ever since, Julian has been doing everything in his power to cause a riot wherever he goes. He chose : the name Firebeard on a night out with friends, figuring no one would pin the clean-shaven guy as Firebeard. Unfortunately, the name stuck. : N/A : Other Riot : Julian O'Connor : 4 : Male : Riot, somehow, manages to look like his rider. He's tall and thin, and fast as a bullet. His coat is a shiny copper color, with a white blaze on his nose and white stockings. His black mane and tail are braided. He has wild eyes, the kind that encourage groomers not to approach him.: Riot, as his name suggests, is as impossible as his rider. If anyone but Julian tries to touch Riot, kicks go flying. However, the stallion is perfectly fine around Julian. Riot enjoys to gallop as fast as possible across the country, craving the rush of open air and the thrill of being chased by the law. Riot is also a biter. A big biter.: Riot has no tack, which seems nearly impossible. Julian prefers to ride bareback, trusting his horse more than anything.: Taken from a farm as a colt by Julian. The two have been inseparable ever since.
Monkorpio : Jeremiah Blackwater : Stacy : Male : 35 : Negotiator/Groom : Bisexual : Although Jeremiah is only 35, he looks much older than that. Stress lines have already begone to crease his forehead. He has a warm bronze skin tone, and eyes that are usually half-lidded. One eye is a deep black, while the other is closer to a honey color. He keeps his curly hair fairly short and under a wide-brimmed leather hat. His face, like Julian's, is clean shaven. Jeremiah stands at 5'8, and has a rather muscular frame. He has very pronounced cheekbones and a square jawline, giving him a rather handsome face. He tries to keep his close as simple as possible - a blue, button-up undershirt, ranch jeans, suspenders, and old, worn work boots. : For a bandit, Jeremiah is surprisingly quiet and contemplative. He is a man of few words, and prefers to keep most of his thoughts to himself. He thinks everything through before he does it, running through all the ways it could go wrong. Jeremiah isn't exactly confident, preferring to let others speak and act in his place. Jeremiah is content with not leading the gang, with just sitting back and letting everyone else do it. He loves the sights, smells, and sounds of nature, and is often found sitting out in the woods outside of camp. As the gang's negotiator, he tries to avoid conflict with rival gangs and the law through his words. Many assume his peaceable behavior as a sign of weakness, but Jeremiah certainly knows his way around a gun, and is not afraid to kill when someone he loves is in danger. : Jeremiah was born to two African American parents before they were free people. His parents were two slaves, and ran as soon as his mother discovered she was pregnant. They stayed with a sympathetic New Yorker who was living in the south. Jeremiah's mother gave birth to two twins - Jeremiah Blackwater and Stacy Blackwater. When slavery was outlawed, the family finally started to go into the outside world. However, they still lived in the south just after the war. Jeremiah and his brother were often targeted for their race, and for their entire childhood, they were each other's best friend. For a while, Jeremiah was never happy, but he was at least content. Everything fell apart when, at the age of 14, Stacy was lynched. Jeremiah fell into a cycle of depression, grieving, and anger. He got into a fistfight with a white man's son that ended up turning fatal. Jeremiah was faced with the choice to either run away or be hung. He stole a warhorse and rode away from the small town as fast as possible, leaving his parents with a dead son and another that essentially was. Jeremiah lived a life of thieving to get by, going by the name Stacy. Just when the loneliness had begun to get to him, he stumbled across the Crimson Crows. He hasn't returned to his hometown since he was run out of it, and he hasn't seen his parents since. : N/A : Jeremiah is wanted Dead or Alive in the entirety of Arizona for murder in the 1st degree (which it wasn't.) Hershey : Jeremiah Blackwater : 13 : Female : Hershey is a Clydesdale with a light bay coat and a thick black mane. She has an almost entirely white snout, almost entirely white legs, and her flanks are lightly dappled in white. As a Clydesdale, she is extremely large, towering over other horses. She has a scar on her flank from where she was attacked by a cougar. : Hershey, like her rider, is calm and quiet. Most think she's always sleeping, she very rarely makes noise. However, unlike her rider, she is extremely stubborn. If told to do something she doesn't want to do, she rears her head and stomps. She's loyal to the last, shown when she didn't abandon Jeremiah when he was attacked by a cougar. However, Hershey is terrified by predators because of the incident. : A simple leather saddle, bridle, and saddlebag. She always has a blanket under her saddle for when Jeremiah decides to camp outside. : The daughter of the warhorse Jeremiah stole upon escaping his hometown.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 2, 2019 23:16:33 GMT -5
(Looking good so far Monk! Also I think Julian will get alone with Madman Grey well since he also deals with explosives and such.)
"I don't give a damn if you are good with a gun, head shots are messy and make the corpse rot faster is too much of the head is blown." He said. "And don't call me boy. You may be older but do not forget I have power over you in seniority in this group. The only reason you still stand as second in command is because the Lady didn't have much of a choice after we stole the horses. She is still mad at you for killing so many." He snarled. "Also I don't know why you've got your gun out already. We are too close to camp to hunt, unless we want to draw attention to camp and get us all caught."
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Fireclaw3
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Feb 3, 2019 3:26:53 GMT -5
Bill sat on his horse, letting Corbin finish talking before he gave him a piece of his mind. “Listen here, you little bastard. First off, I’ve been hunting since I was a little lad. Headshots are typically the best if you want to sell top quality pelts, and also the meat in the head isn’t worth hardly anything. Secondly, I call a lot of people boy, unless they are a woman. Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean I’m not going to continue to call you boy, boy. Thirdly, I killed those men because I had to, they had us pinned down and there was no other way that we would of escaped with our lives. Do you think I wanted to kill them? Do you think I’m a cold blooded killer? And lastly, I have my gun out because I simply always want to be prepared for anything, a wild animal attack.... or a coward waiting to stab me in the back.” He said, staring down Corbin. “Now, I suggest you stay quiet, that’s what we’re supposed to do when we hunt, after all.”
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Post by Flame on Feb 3, 2019 12:12:49 GMT -5
"Well I have rabbit stew brewing with veggies and also have snake cooking over the fire." Madman smiled. "For now until everything is done cooking you can grab an apple." he told her hearing her stomach growl. He chuckled lightly. "Apparently Corbin and Bill are heading out to get more food for the salt bins." He told her. "I want you to go see if you can tack down Cornwall." Ella said flatly. "Be quiet and discrete when looking for him. I do not want to start a fight if it can be helped. If it can't be helped then so be it." She huffed. "Report back to me once you find out what he has been up to." Ella crossed her arms and shook her head. "I have a feeling this man may bring us trouble." She said. "I hope they bring back something good," Jessamine said and grabbed an apple as Madman suggested. She rubbed it on her shirt a few times before taking a bite. "Need help with anything? I'm not such a good cook myself but I can usually manage to follow instructions," she joked and continued munching on the apple. Even after her mother left, Jessamine hadn't learned how to do any fancy cooking. She knew how to cook meat to make it edible, but making it taste good wasn't something she'd perfected. Emmett nodded as he listened to the instructions. "I never much liked him," he agreed. To be fair, he didn't like most people at first but something about Cornwall just didn't sit right with him more than others. "I'll head out now so that with any luck I'll be back by nightfall. Did you happen to see which way he was headed when he left?"
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 3, 2019 14:17:43 GMT -5
Corbin glared at the man and shook his head. "Then hunt alone and get out of my sight. I don't need the stress of you in the area while I hunt." Corbin growled. He kicked Thunderbird lightly and the horse took off like a bolt weaving through the close knit trees and disappearing into the forest.
"Well if you want, to help, you can cut up a few onions to throw in the stew." Madman suggested. "You don't want them to get thrown in too early otherwise the onions basically disintegrate and too early they are still to stiff for good eating." Madman told her.
"No I didn't, but ask Madman. He was awake apparently when Cornwall left." Ella said. "And thank you. I will make sure there is stew left enough for you if you aren't back by dinner time." She said.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 3, 2019 14:47:56 GMT -5
Nightfire I finished Julian and Jeremiah's forms!
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 3, 2019 15:37:50 GMT -5
Perfect I'll put them up! Also Monk I wish I had more free time so I could join your RP. It sounds awesome but I', worried about taking on too many rps. D: ))
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Post by Flame on Feb 3, 2019 18:43:52 GMT -5
(Hey Sparkly!)
Jessamine finished the apple and then picked up a few onions from the wagon. "I'll try to remember that," she said and pulled out a knife. After making sure it was clean she began chopping up the onions. "I always hate how they make your eyes water," she complained and blinked rapidly as her eyes began to sting.
"Much appreciated," Emmett replied with a nod and then turned and went back to his tent to pack a few supplies. After loading the saddle bags and saddling Dakota, he lead the horse over to where Madman and Jessamine were working by the food wagon. "Remind me not to eat anything if she's touched it," he teased with a grin. Jess promptly threw a piece of onion at him. "Don't worry, Madman is keeping close watch of what I do so I can't mess it up that badly," she said. Emmett chuckled. "Whatever you say." He then turned to Madman. "Ella said you were up when Cornwall left this morning. Did you happen to see which direction he was headed?"
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 3, 2019 19:14:35 GMT -5
( Nightfire Don't worry, I totally get the too many RPs thing) Julian wiped his forehead, his entire body smarting. A groan escaped his lips and he wiped blood from his nose. Ella was going to kill him when she heard about this. And then she'd kill him again. Through a migraine, and maybe a concussion, Julian tried to recall what happened as he teetered on Riot's back. He'd gone to the small town a little ways down from camp - why couldn't he remember its name? Then he'd gotten into a fight, maybe with the law, maybe with someone else. All he knew was that he probably had a couple of broken fingers. Had he lost? How had he escaped? Riot snorted, shaking under Julian. Julian gripped his mane, trying not to slide off his back. Blood slid into his mouth, and the redhead spit it out into the dirt. They were almost to camp, which meant Julian needed to savor the last few moments of life. Riot didn't even need his instructions, the stallion knew the path by heart. They arrived in the camp, and the quiet mumble of speech reached Julian's ears. Julian slid off Riot's back, hissing as he landed on his sore legs. I just need to run before she sees me.Jeremiah lounged beneath a tree, his hat tipped over his eyes. The sun barely filtered through the canopy, and it gave Jeremiah the ample spot to take a nap. His legs were stretched out, his arms crossed over his chest. Any traveler would find him a strange sight, for sure. Just as he was about to drift into much-needed sleep, Jeremiah was awoken by the sound of hooves. It vibrated the ground underneath him, and he was too his feet instantly, his instincts waking him up better than any coffee ever could. Jeremiah looked around, and let himself relax when he saw the horse and its rider. "Hey, Bill," Jeremiah called, hoping the second-in-command hadn't seen him nearly napping.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 3, 2019 20:40:47 GMT -5
Madman chuckled. "Next time chew some gum, or place a small bowl of clean water next to the board when you cut. It will draw the stuff that makes your eyes water from the air." Madman said. Madmand looked to Emmett as he walked. up to him ""How many times do I have to tell you not to bring the horses near the food wagon! Infact they shouldn't be brought into the camp but left on the outside of it!" he scolded him waving a knife at him. "As for Cornwall, yeah, he went west of here." Madman said pointing with a hand.
"Julian, where in hell have you been?" Ella scolded when she saw Riot show up. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked looking over him in worry.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 3, 2019 20:59:52 GMT -5
Damn it, Julian thought, freezing up as Ella addressed him. She sounded worried, at least for now, which meant she probably wasn't thinking of immediately killing him. Julian tried to cross his arms nonchalantly, but one of his hands pressed a quickly forming bruise and he groaned again. "I went down to, uh, y'know the place," Julian grumbled, making a rolling gesture with his hand (the one without the broken fingers.) Julian blinked, figuring that Ella could sniff out a lie in a second. She was good at that - and Julian was bad at lying. "Guess I got into a fight. Dunno with who...or why." Julian cringed, his story sounding worse and worse with each word he spoke. He his lip with his hand - that was bleeding, too? What isn't? Julian thought bitterly.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 3, 2019 22:08:31 GMT -5
"I will patch you up first, and then question and scold you." She grumbled as she crossed her arms. "Follow me." She said as she walked back to her tent. She opened a box with basic medical stuff and tonics.
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