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Hell's Bells
•Golden City•
The train station clock chimed nine times. A man stood on the railway platform, grimacing at the offending noise. Time, ever the enemy of mortal and spirit, man and devil. They were both given so little of it in which to act upon the world, in which to get their affairs in order. In which to wrangle the goddam rebellious sonovabitch what thought he could- •Golden City•
Shifting his head, he spat, careful to keep his black suit clean. He wore no gun, but he carried himself with an air of confidence not easily faked. Steely eyes peered out from beneath a crisp wide brimmed black hat, staring east, and a neatly trimmed beard of tan lined a jaw that worked and muttered angrily. He glanced at the clock again. Soon.
It was a cloudy night, which was an understatement. It was frankly not a night to be outdoors. Though there had yet been a single drop of rain to fall, still the sky threatened it. The clouds rolled and spun, illuminated intermittently by bolts of lightning as it clawed its way across the ashen sky. Oddly, the horses tied at various posts about the town gave it little notice, and even the occasional crack of thunder didn't seem to bother them. Yet the few that still strode the dirt road looked up uneasily
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It was a busy night at the saloon. And a loud one, no thanks to the actions of one a particular individual. A well dressed woman sat at a table at which she distinctly out of place. She tossed down a group of cards with a small smile. It was a respectable hand, and her companions groaned audibly as she gathered the chips.
"Cheer up, gentlemen." She chuckled politely, stacking her winnings up as another player shuffled the deck. He looked rather more unhappy than the others; his own stack of chips was looking more sparse than his companions'. He wasn't sure what irked him more: the fact that this ridiculously successful player looked like she had absolutely no need of the money; that she had insisted on participating in the game at all; or that it was a woman, a lady seemingly, who was almost patronizing them with her skill.
"Mrs. Green," he grumbled, tipping his hat back. "I swear, I ain't never seen such a lady play so damn well. In fact, I've never seen a woman play poker at all! Most would deem it inappropriate."
"Your pardon… Mr. Coors, was it? But most would also deem it inappropriate to speak to a woman in such a way. Yet here we are: I receiving from you a lesson in 'eloquence', and you receiving from me a lesson in cards." Smiling once more with condescension as Adolph Coors groaned, Henrietta Green glanced over her shoulder and raised her now empty glass. "Excuse me. Eli, was it? Could I trouble you for another drink?"
@Kate
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On the steps just outside, the hunched figure of Jimmy Mills rested against the wooden slats. A glass bottle was gripped loosely in his hand, only retaining enough liquor within to wet the bottom. The other hand was cupped around his face as it bore the weight of his head. It had been a hard day, harder than most; the heat had claimed another calf under his watch, and though Mr. Patterson didn't dock his pay for it, neither was he going to hire the vagabond again. Which meant another week of searching and pleading for work from citizens increasingly unwilling to provide it to him. Yet for now, all Jimmy could do was to drift in and out of his stupor, desperately needing to sober up yet dreading the exposure to the real world that doing so would entail.
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At the bordello, business was slow. With few exception, the young women employed within lingered about the lounge, listless and bored. There were few johns today; an odd turn, and not without cause for worry. Two establishments could always be counted on to maintain patronage, as long as a town held life: the saloon and the whorehouse. If either were suffering a lack of business…
A sharp tinkle from the hanging door bell filled the lounge, and a few of the women looked up. A man had just entered. Of average height but sturdy build, he looked like no one to be crossed. The guns on his hips and the thick mustache on his lip only served to encourage that impression. He remained quiet, but his eyes looked about expectantly.
@KC
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"Marnie! Come along!"
A woman of perhaps thirty moved slowly down the street just in front of the white walled church, her skirt shuffling quietly as she walked and her steps nervous and hesitant, as if she were an animal creeping through a predator's den. On her chin was an odd shape, a tattoo, faded yet not hidden. A small girl, not yet ten years, hustled after her.
"Yes, ma'am."
Her coat was large and ill-fitting, as if it were the best available, and a round hat covered her braided hair. Eyes shifted nervously, a reflection of her mother. Both seemed to be looking, searching. Yet not finding.
@PoetLore
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Additional Tags: @Chris_Reaper @Happy Trails @HellHoundWoof @rissa
Time to get things started! If you weren't tagged after a particular scene, feel free to insert your character wherever best suits them, except the train station, though I assume here's going to be a great deal of activity near the saloon. Use this first post as a chance to establish who your character is in Golden City and how they interact with its citizens. The Plot as such will start gaining traction in the next GM post.
And feel free to collab amongst each other and to ask to collab with particular NPCs, if you want! I'm for the most part available to reply to them and enjoy them immensely. Just don't forget to finish up your respective Crossroads meeting collabs with me!
Next GM post - July 31st
And feel free to collab amongst each other and to ask to collab with particular NPCs, if you want! I'm for the most part available to reply to them and enjoy them immensely. Just don't forget to finish up your respective Crossroads meeting collabs with me!
Next GM post - July 31st