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Post by Protractor on Feb 3, 2019 22:33:37 GMT -5
@/protractor: Phill Foster: The No Gun Kid: Male: 16: supplies supplier: Straight: He stands at around 5'9 and has a small,compact body build.His eyes are dull gray and his hair is pitch black.He has a scar running from his left eye to his chin from a fight he got into.: Cheerful to some it up.He isn't quick to anger and doesn't tend to let things get to him.He takes his role seriously and never seems to deter from what's assigned to him.: He ran away from his family at 6 years old.He ran because he didn't like the way his father walked like a big man when everything was handed to him.He found a way to get to the Crimson Crows and joined them.He realized they were low on supplies and figured he'd go into town.He came back without bringing hell with him and he made sure he could always do that.: Open: Other Rusty: Phill Foster: 3: Female: Rusty is a sleek brown horse with brown eyes and a grey tail.Standing at 4 foot,she is anything but slow.Her legs are longer than most other horses.: She is laid back and doesn't tend to care much about anything: Will add when I figure out what this is: Other
The No Gun Kid: $2,000 : Picksford Nebraska: Dead : Killing three soldiers with a knife and,poisoning a commander,and paralyzing a deputy by pushing him down a rocky hill.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 4, 2019 0:38:23 GMT -5
Hey Protractor, so far so good but he wouldn't be able to be a weapon supplier at such a young age. Ella wouldn't let him risk getting caught buying them weapons and It would be very odd in most towns for a 16 year old stranger to come in and buy a whole bunch of weaponry then leave without an older adult with them. ))
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Post by Protractor on Feb 4, 2019 16:44:31 GMT -5
(Ight,I'll just take that part off)
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 4, 2019 18:52:22 GMT -5
"Charming as ever, I see," Jeremiah joked, curtsying slightly. Despite his teasing, he whistled for Hershey, and the Clydesdale trotted over from where she'd been grazing. With a jump, Jeremiah swung his leg over Hershey's back. It had taken some time to learn how to mount such a tall horse, but after nearly twenty years of practice with the breed, Jeremiah had gotten it down to a system. Bill Harris, hunting? Who would've thought?
Julian flinched, following after Ella. She was like a cat toying with her food at this point, luring Julian into a safe sense of security. The redhead wondered if he could just pass out, to avoid the struggle of dealing with Ella's scolding. Julian reached past Ella towards a tonic, popping off the cork in the top and chugging it. He'd been told it was a dangerous practice, but it just healed him faster, didn't it? Julian's body tingled upon drinking the entire tonic, and he grinned lopsidedly at Ella.
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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 4, 2019 19:54:35 GMT -5
Bill looked over his shoulder at the other man, nodding his head at him slightly. Jeremiah was one of the gang members that he actually didn’t hate. Sure, they weren’t friends, hardly any of the gang members were friends with each other. But Bill liked him more than some of the others because he was easy going, easy to get along with, and could take some criticism without blowing up. Unlike Corbin. He thought to himself. “So, Jeremiah, what have you been up to today? Besides resting, that is.” He said as he looked away from the man, looking forwards so that he could pay more attention to where they were going.
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Post by Flame on Feb 4, 2019 20:07:58 GMT -5
Emmett lifted his hands in surrender as Madman waved the knife at him. "But the grass in camp is so much nicer than the grass outside of camp," he joked. "You are such a pushover when it comes to that horse," Jessamine said with a shake of her head. "Can you blame me? Look at that face!" Jessamine just raised an eyebrow at him and went back to chopping onions. Emmett grinned but turned back to Madman with a more serious expression. "Thanks. Make sure she doesn't poison anyone," he added with a nod at Jessamine. He then lead Dakota a little further away from the food wagon before stepping into the stirrup and pulling himself into the saddle. He urged Dakota into a trot and headed off in the direction Madman had indicated.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 4, 2019 20:14:46 GMT -5
Jeremiah snorted, something halfway between a grunt and a laugh, and leaned back in his saddle. "Oh, you know, the usual. Feeding the horses, cleaning my gun, staying out of Ella's way." Jeremiah shrugged. "I think I'd rather know what you've been up to, Bill. It much too early in the morning to be fired up." Jeremiah and Bill weren't friends, no one was. The only ones that could be considered close to that were Jessamine and Emmett, maybe. But the two men had a mutual respect, and although Jeremiah wouldn't go for a drink with Bill, he didn't mind going hunting with him. He was much easier to get a long with than some of the younger, louder members of the Crimson Crows.
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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 4, 2019 22:58:44 GMT -5
Bill glanced at Jeremiah, a small grin on his face. “Who says I’m fired up?” He inquired. In truth, he wasn’t angry at all, just disappointed in the way Corbin acted. Bill then shrug his shoulders a little. “Haven’t been up to much today. Woke up, did a bit of work around camp. Rested in the shade with a bottle of whiskey. Now I’m hunting.” He summed up casually. “Madman says we’re going to run out of meat, so Corbin and I, and now you, are going hunting. A couple deer will last us a good while, but also they won’t last too long and rot.” He says. The horses continued up the moderately steep incline as the men talked. “Heard any news lately? About what’s going on in the world?” Bill inquired.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 5, 2019 18:27:30 GMT -5
((i'm assuming this is sometime in the early 1890's?)) Ella let Corbin go out hunting on his own? Jeremiah wondered. He still, admittedly, saw Corbin as a kid, unable of protecting himself. He is an adult now, I suppose. Jeremiah leaned back in his saddle, thinking about any news he had heard. "Well, it's hard to get fresh news now-a-days, what with all the towns near here seeing me as a rabble-rousing ne'er-do-well." Jeremiah shrugged, tongue-in-cheek. "There was something I heard of recently. Only a couple of states over there was a massacre of this Indian tribe. Hundreds of innocent women and children killed. And they think we're the criminals."
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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 5, 2019 20:49:30 GMT -5
I was guessing around that time as well)
Bill chuckled slightly at Jeremiah’s first comment. “Well, that pretty much sums you up.” He said, a small grin on his face to let Jeremiah know he was joking. “You get into much trouble lately for them to think that of you?” He inquired with a smirk before falling silent as his fellow gang member started to talk again. “That’s troubling news. Now, not only do we have the law after us, we might have the Indians after us as well.” He said, shaking his head slightly. “Have you heard why we are suspected of the crime? We steal things, yes, but we don’t massacre people. What would we have to gain by killing an entire tribe of Indians?” He asked, angry that anyone would blame the Crimson Crows for such a terrible act.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 5, 2019 21:18:29 GMT -5
Any joy Jeremiah had felt from talking to Bill dissolved into unadulterated rage - those that knew Jeremiah also knew it was an emotion he seldom felt. He gripped Hershey's reigns so hard his knuckles turned pale. "That's ridiculous! We're thieves? Yeah. Rabble-rousers?" Jeremiah laughed, but the sound was bitter. "Absolutely! But to accuse us of massacring a people is beyond low. That is what civilized life thinks of us, then." Jeremiah sat in his saddle, smoldering, surprising even himself with the sudden outburst. But there was one belief he held dear - the Crimson Crows were those thrown down by life, a scapegoat for the higher up's that didn't want their images ruined.
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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 5, 2019 22:43:01 GMT -5
Bill turned and looked backwards at Jeremiah, a look of understanding on his face. He felt the same way about it. “I know, I feel the same way, but try to keep your voice down, or you might scare away the animals.” He said quietly as he turned his head back to the front. At that moment, they came to the top of the hill, and Bill slid off of his horse, landing on his feet. He crouched down, walking forwards a little bit, before stopping. He surveyed their surroundings, looking for a deer or something to shoot. They were a ways away from their camp, so it would be fine to shoot a gun now. “See anything?” He whispered to the other man.
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Post by Protractor on Feb 6, 2019 17:25:09 GMT -5
(Open)
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 6, 2019 18:11:43 GMT -5
Jeremiah promptly closed his mouth, looking around the woods. Jeremiah remained perched on Hershey, surveying the woods from much higher up than Bill was. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement from the trees. Jeremiah slid off of Hershey's back, landing quietly in the dirt. He could see, through the trees, a turkey strutting around, its neck bobbing as it walked. "Game birds, little ways into the trees," Jeremiah whispered, grabbing his pistol from his holster.
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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 6, 2019 18:21:21 GMT -5
Bill shook his head slightly, knowing that the turkeys wouldn’t be enough meat for them. “Don’t shoot at them, at least not yet, let’s see what else is around first.” Bill said, not wanting the gun shots to scare away any big game that was possibly lurking nearby. They stayed there, silently looking around, for what seemed like hours, though it might of only been half an hour. Bill almost gave up, ready to tell Jeremiah to shoot the turkey’s, when all of a sudden, a large deer walked out of the cover of some brush. Bill raised his rifle up, ready to shoot. “When I count to three, shoot at those turkey’s.” He said and aimed his gun on the deer. “One. Two. Three.” As he said three, he pulled the trigger and the deer dropped, dead.
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Monkorpio
you can pry alderpuddle from my cold dead hands
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Post by Monkorpio on Feb 6, 2019 19:48:21 GMT -5
Upon Bill's signal, Jeremiah let loose on the turkeys. It was hard to hit them through the head, so he settled for the base of the neck, hoping the meat would be left mostly unharmed. Two turkeys fell, although Jeremiah missed the shot on the third one and it scrambled away into the forest. Jeremiah cringed, hoping Bill hadn't seen that, or at least wouldn't judge him for it. He looked towards the other man, who had shot down a deer. Jeremiah smiled, hefting his turkeys by the necks and hanging them on Hershey's saddle. "Grey should appreciate us more than he does," Jeremiah joked.
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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 7, 2019 11:27:40 GMT -5
Bill looked over at the other man and his turkey’s. “Nice shooting. It’s pretty hard to hunt with revolvers, especially when you’re hunting turkey’s.” He commented, nodding his head towards the other man. Bill then mounted his horse and rode down to the deer. He dismounted, landing next to the large animal that he shot. With a grunt, he picked up the deer and carried it to the packhorse, setting it on the horse’s back and tying it down. Bill then remounted his horse, Ranger, and turned the horse back towards Jeremiah. “Yes, he should.” Bill said in agreement before riding his horse back towards their camp.
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 8, 2019 0:32:54 GMT -5
"You, are still in a lot of trouble Julian..." Ella scolded as she poured some rubbing alcohol on the wounds on his knuckles. "What happened while you where out?" She growled lowly. Even when she growled, she was still an attractive person. Madman waved the knife fluidly, waving him away nonchalantly . "Yeah yeah, just go find that creep Cornwall and get back here letting us know what trouble he has gotten us into." He said. "And she'll do fine. I'll make one hell of a cook out of her." He smirked. "Unless she's like Ella and some how managed to burn water." (ALSO, I apologize, my classes are getting harder so I will try to post once a day (Normally a night) and if not I will for sure post once a week.) ( Protractor See if you can add a bit more info to your character so they are a little bit more fleshed out. Also you still need to fill out the Tack for your character's horse.)
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 8, 2019 0:46:04 GMT -5
AWE! I'm sorry to hear that Fireclaw! I'm glad you had a little bit of fun while you where here!)
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Post by Flame on Feb 9, 2019 10:29:03 GMT -5
(No worries, classes are definitely more important. I probably won’t be able to respond until tomorrow just FYI. I’m out of town and I don’t have my laptop with me.)
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Post by Protractor on Feb 9, 2019 21:08:41 GMT -5
@/protractor: Phill Foster: The No Gun Kid: Male: 16: supplies supplier: Straight: He stands at around 5'9 and has a small,compact body build.This tends to make for a good utility incase he needs to get out of a spot or just simply get away from the hassle of his life from time to time.He also uses this to get INTO spots.If it's getting in to help bring things to his comrades in a fight or be making the jobs of his comrades easier by clearing a path without raising hell. His eyes are dull gray and seem lifeless at first glance.If you keep with him long enough you see laughter,happiness,and joy in them.Some even say they reflect his conscious about the things he's done:Dead and never will walk again.His skin is a pale but not pale enough to be white,it's more of a light brown.This colour is taken as bad luck in some places and they think he is an embodiment of this superstition.Others think it's a mere coincidence.He has a scar running from his left eye to his chin from a fight he got into.This doesn't make him look any more welcoming than he already does so most people tend to steer clear of him.: Cheerful to some it up.He never seems to cry or frown.He always likes his job even if he could get him killed.He just seems to look to the bright and positive side of things.It's gotten him out of more trouble than he's caused.He isn't quick to anger and doesn't tend to let things get to him.Sure,you can make fun of him and he'll probably pull a knife on you but if it doesn't leave ten inches from his face,you're good.He takes his role seriously and never seems to deter from what's assigned to him.: He ran away from his family at 6 years old.He ran because he didn't like the way his father walked like a big man when everything was handed to him.He found a way to get to the Crimson Crows and joined them.He realized they were low on supplies and figured he'd go into town.He came back without bringing hell with him and he made sure he could always do that.: Open: Other Rusty: Phill Foster: 3: Female: Rusty is a sleek brown horse with brown eyes and a grey tail.Standing at 4 foot,she is anything but slow.Her legs are longer than most other horses.: She is laid back and doesn't tend to care much about anything: He has the usually seen tack.He has a rope for the reigns instead of leather because it seems to irritate Rusty's skin.He has the 50 stars of the flag on a blanket under the saddle.: Other The No Gun Kid: $2,000 : Picksford Nebraska: Dead : Killing three soldiers with a knife and,poisoning a commander,and paralyzing a deputy by pushing him down a rocky hill.
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Post by Protractor on Feb 9, 2019 21:10:32 GMT -5
"You, are still in a lot of trouble Julian..." Ella scolded as she poured some rubbing alcohol on the wounds on his knuckles. "What happened while you where out?" She growled lowly. Even when she growled, she was still an attractive person. Madman waved the knife fluidly, waving him away nonchalantly . "Yeah yeah, just go find that creep Cornwall and get back here letting us know what trouble he has gotten us into." He said. "And she'll do fine. I'll make one hell of a cook out of her." He smirked. "Unless she's like Ella and some how managed to burn water." (ALSO, I apologize, my classes are getting harder so I will try to post once a day (Normally a night) and if not I will for sure post once a week.) ( Protractor See if you can add a bit more info to your character so they are a little bit more fleshed out. Also you still need to fill out the Tack for your character's horse.) (Meant to edit that but I think I might've hit quote instead-_-)
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 10, 2019 1:45:10 GMT -5
(Tis okay, Pro. I won't be available tomorrow at all BTW)
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Post by Auransky on Feb 10, 2019 19:07:53 GMT -5
Auransky | Royan (Roy), Willow [Skyzen] | Zerk | Male | 32 | Doctor | Straight | Roy stands at 5'9, but it's really his red wavy midlong hair that sticks him out of a crowd. For that reason he is often wearing a wide-brimmed, high-crowned black hat. His eyes are dark blue, and along his neck he has a wrapped red banana. He wears levis with the bottom ends rolled up slightly to reveal his, black chamula botin vaquero boots. He wears a white calico long sleeve shirt, with a dark brown wool vest. On his right index finger he wears a small yet notable blue gem'd ring. On the side of his vest he has a custom engraved silver pocket watch clipped via chain. [kinda like train conductors or tenders.] On the side of his leather belt he carries a lasso, which he learned how to use while working in California. He's on the thin side indicating that he doesn't necessarily commit fully to physical work.| Roy's a bit naive in terms of "going with the flow." Despite that, he's observant and cautious when in a new surrounding, but can get carried away depending on the situation. He's awkward at times, but tries to stay out of the picture because of how lost he can be at times with the radical differences. | Son of Scottish immigrants, Roy grew up in Rhode Island in a prominent household. Attended Harvard for a medical degree, and fell in love in his late teens with his wife. His wife's family did not approve of him, so after wedding he migrated west for Californio with the help of family and government connections. The conditions for heading into Californio were illegal at the time, but provided a group of mappers, observers, trappers etc for scouting the land, he and his wife ventured into the foreign country. Once settled inland, where the Mexican army would have little reason to scout, the group has since created relations with the local Cahuilla, Luisenos, Cupenos, Serrano, and many others since their small group set up shop. Eventually Roy was able to sway the Mexican government [cause it's Santa Ana] into allowing their residency to be legal under the condition that every American on their premise gains Mexican citizenship & learns Spanish. [minimum] All was well for the small town until the Mexican American War, specifically the, Bear Flag Revolt. John C Freemont reached out to Roy asking for assistance since his men knew the terrain longer, in efforts to win the war. Once the war ended, Roy officially founded the Winds Militia consisting of the individuals who came with him, joined over time and natives with the objective to protect residents of the state. With things up and running, he has left his post to pursue a few shady mercenary groups working for various military officials. In order to avoid complications, he's using his wife's last name Willow. Unfortunately he lacks experience in combat, so he's using his medical degree to pass off as a freelancing doctor. | Married to Marissa Willow, best friend Daran Silverwood| Other: Horse Name: Horse Rider: Age: Gender: Description: Personality: Tack: Other Auransky | Daran Silverwood | "Silver Bullet" | Male | 34 | Hostler | Straight | Standing at just barely 5'8, he's slightly bulky due to his physical labor past, but it's rarely noticed given the layers of garnets he wears. His eyes are dark green and his dirty blonde hair is typically kept in a brushed back manor, or under a dark brown wide-brimmed, high crowed hat. He too wears a bandanna around his neck, but changes the color more frequently. Wearing his Levis, he has a leather holster belt wrapped along his waist and his boots are dark brown Stovepipe. He wears a calico dark blue long sleeve, with the sleeves rolled slightly back. On top of the calico shirt he wears a black vest, which on the right side has a metal pin of a blooming white flower. | Despite growing up on a farm, his parents taught him to importance of being polite. Even so it doesn't stop him from being bold and direct when things seem to not be faring in good direction. He uses his formalities to get under the skin of his opponents, negations or interrogating. | Being the son of Northern England immigrants, Daran grew up in Rhode Island with his best friend Roy. While he grew up a farmer like his folks, he would eventually take up work for Roy's folks, in their business. After his best friend fell in love with Marissa Willow, he promised to do everything he could to get the two together. On the wedding day, he took some of his coworkers to Miss. Willow's house, and they snuck her out for the wedding. After some rough confrontations, accidentally killing some hitman, and several other things that made Roy's inlaws more furious he suggested they relocate, which would eventually lead to the small Californio expedition. Since his best friend was hopeless in weaponry & combat, Daran would take care of hiring and locating individuals fit to protect the small group during their travel and while on site studying. He convinced Roy to attend Santa Ana's three day celebration about the Mexican president's lost leg after the Pastry war, there they were able to negotiate for legal status in Californio when it was still illegal for Americans to be on the territory. During the Mexican American War he aided American troops including, Ulysses S. Grant, George Meade, George McClellan, Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson and George Pickett to name a few. After Winds Militia was founded he would be in charge of find individuals fit for the front lines in their objective to protect the residents of California. On the sidelines he would try to convince his hopeless friend to pick up a gun at least once. He was supposed to be in charge of the Militia when his friend stepped down, but seeing the hopeless twit, he too decided to follow his friend onto the frontier as they investigate some of the massacres that took place between the events of the Mexican American War and even after, at an alarming increasing rate. Despite his English accent, he knows Spanish it just sounds hallow. | Roy's best friend,Best man, Wingman,Secretary & Hitman | Single| Specializes in duel wielding. Horse Name: Horse Rider: Age: Gender: Description: Personality: Tack: Other ((Hi, if it's okay, can I work on the horse forms later? I'm falling behind on my assignment. So I can't dedicate much more time to the form till later.))
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 13, 2019 0:54:33 GMT -5
( Auransky yes of course you can! I'll try to add stuff tomorrow or Friday evening!)
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Post by Auransky on Feb 14, 2019 0:59:46 GMT -5
( Auransky yes of course you can! I'll try to add stuff tomorrow or Friday evening!) (Haha, take your time. I apologize if I got a bit rambly, I was writing an assignment on the Mexican government around this same time frame, xd So things just overlapped)
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Post by Flame on Feb 14, 2019 23:04:59 GMT -5
Madman waved the knife fluidly, waving him away nonchalantly . "Yeah yeah, just go find that creep Cornwall and get back here letting us know what trouble he has gotten us into." He said. "And she'll do fine. I'll make one hell of a cook out of her." He smirked. "Unless she's like Ella and some how managed to burn water." (Sorry it took so long, life happened, haha.) “I haven’t managed to do that yet,” Jessamine said and began tossing the onion she'd cut into the pot. "My father was less of a cook than me but somehow I didn't kill us with my cooking. I guess enough of my mother rubbed off on me for that. I doubt I'll ever be able to cook like her though." Before she left, Jessamine's mother had always done the cooking but Jessamine hadn't had time to learn much from her. Once he was away from camp, Emmett urged Dakota to a canter with a squeeze of his legs. After a while the town came into view and he slowed to a walk as he came to the streets. The town seemed as good a place as any to start looking for Cornwall and if he wasn’t here, maybe someone had seen him. As he rode through town, he looked for Cornwall’s horse. (Any place in particular you want me to find him/do you want me to find him at all?)
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Post by Auransky on Feb 16, 2019 21:36:41 GMT -5
((Would anyone be down to rp?))
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Post by Nightfire on Feb 26, 2019 0:27:37 GMT -5
(I am so sorry everyone I have had a lot of homework drop into my lap these lase few weeks. I should hopefully have a bit more time this weekened to post. I'm so sorry! Thank you for understanding!)
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