Transgender
crane
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Post by crane on Sept 27, 2017 8:54:44 GMT -5
It was a town with a name not worth knowing, dusty and dry with that distinct aftertaste of misery. Russell Jones was a man with a name not worth knowing; if he told you, you'd forget. He tended not to tell too many folks, as it was. His business was an unsavory one, and in some circles he was considered something of an unsavory man. Wouldn't want to say that to his face, though; volatility wasn't a successful bounty hunter's trait, but it was one of Russell's.
He wasn't stopped on his way into town, and that he considered a blessing. No one was fit for human company after riding for hours on end, and he needed a drink and a rest before he could amend that.
The saloon was easy to spot, and after tethering and watering his exhausted mount, Russell made his way through the creaking doors and into the dreary building. Other patrons sat at tables, either locals or travellers such as himself, and he prayed silently that no one would bother him. He could be a friendly man, if he tried real hard, anyway. And right then he didn't feel up to trying, not by any means.
[This is a jump-in roleplay! Feel free to take things anywhere you'd like. <3]
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