Dropping out, I lost my connection. Gonna reuse my form ideas for something else probably.
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake up and live.
- Bob Marley"The names Winchester. You know, like the rifle? You can just call me Chester if that makes life easier for you."
Name: Winchester - Gender: Male
Howd'ya get your name, Winchester?
"My father named me Winchester, and the name means a lot to me. I was named after his 1876 Winchester rifle. It has been passed down in our family for generations, and is the very rifle that saved my dad's life. He was taking a walk out in the country, planning on shooting some targets with the old Winchester to make sure she was still in good shape. There had been some sightings of wild boar roaming the area, a dangerous animal that he didn't want on his land. My dad wasn't known for having the best luck. A very large boar ran him down, and could of easily killed him if it wasn't for that rifle. The animal chased him for a few seconds while he loaded the gun. He was about to turned around and pulled the trigger but the boar reached him first and knocked him over. He dropped the rifle and it fired. The bullet bounces off a tree, hardly missed my dad, and hit that boar hog right between the eyes. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for that gun, and I am proud to be named after it."
What do you do for a living, Chester?
"I make music for people to enjoy and let the road take me where it takes me."
Winchester doesn't have a home, he claims that the road is his home. Traveling takes up all of his time. He makes money by entertaining people by playing his guitar and singing. He finds a good place and sets his guitar case for people to drop money in. On a good day he makes enough to buy himself a meal and a bus ticket. He only hitch hikes when he can't buy a bus ticket, he doesn't enjoy it. He sings and plays country music and usually does covers of songs, is isn't very good at writing his own.
You're different, you know that?
Whats unique about Winchester? I would say just about everything, he isn't a normal cheese doodle. The way he lives, talks, heck, even his name is unique! He doesn't have a home, he sleeps on the bus and gets off whenever he wakes up. He is care free.
What are you like, Winchester?
"I'm strange, I'll leave it at that."
Winchester has the right, he is strange. First off, he is a realist and an atheist. A conversation with him can be pretty depressing. He is pretty much careless, he has gone no where with his life and it doesn't bother him. It doesn't take much to make him happy. He always has low expectations for everything, so he can never get disappointed. He loves to tell stories. If you know him well then you have heard the story of the Winchester rifle at least 346 times. He thinks of many other cheese doodles as fools and isn't afraid to share his opinion. He believes that you should live a stress free life because you only live once, you shouldn't spend your time full of stress and responsibility. He really loves his guitar and is very protective. Its the only thing he has actually worked for and earned in his life. He doesn't let anybody touch it. It doesn't have a scratch on it yet and he has never snapped a string, and he wants to keep it that way. If I won I would develop him more by roleplaying, I do that with most characters. x3
So Chester, whats your story?
"I grew up in the country. My family lived off the land. It was me, my brother, a my mom and dad. I learned how to hunt and farm at a young age, that's how we survived. When I was a teenager my dad developed this "return home with a food or don't return home at all" policy. Every day was the same for me, I would go out and hunt for my family. Sometimes I come home with a small squirrel, sometimes I'd come home dragging a buck. Sometimes I would return at all and would spend the night out in the woods. My dad was a heavy smoker. He started to get really sick, and the local doctor said he was showing symptoms of lung cancer. We took a trip out to the city to get him checked out, and he did have lung cancer. We sold our land in the country and moved to a more suburban area, where it would be easy to get my dad treatment. The cancer got the best of him and a year later it caused his death. My mom fell into a depression and she started to go down hill too. She died 4 years later. After the funeral I hit the road, and I have been on it ever since. That was 5 years ago. I have recently found a nice town and I think I might stick around for awhile."
So you're the musical type, huh? What song do you sing?
I felt a sharp pain in my side. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to focus them on the angry bus driver jabbing me with an umbrella. "This is the last stop, bucko. Get off." She said, poking me with the umbrella again. I pushed it away and looked out the window. I had rode the bus all night, starting from a small town outside of the city of St. Louis and ending up smack dab in the middle of the dangerous place. I observed the surroundings of the bus. Most of the buildings where run down and covered with graffiti. This was a bad area. "I don't want to." I said, looking up at the bus driver from my seat. "Well this is the last stop, buddy. I've been driving 'ya around all night and I'm ready to go home." She said, pulling the umbrella away. "Can't you drop me off anywhere else? I've got no where to go." I said, looking up at her with fake pleading eyes. "Sorry, buddy. I only can drop passengers off at bus stops. Get off." She said, walking back up to the front of the bus. I sighed and stood up. I put on my backpack and threw my guitar case over my shoulder. "Thanks." I said with a half smile before hopping off the bus. "Uh huh." The bus driver said in her husky voice before closing the doors behind me. I stood their for a few minutes, wondering what I should do. I started to realize how hungry I was. I dug my hand into my pocket and counted my money. I had exactly 9 dollars and 35 cents. It was enough for a meal, but I was going to need more to get out of this place. I started walking down the side walk, keeping my head low. I eventually reached a fast food place and went inside. The floor was slick with a layer of grease, and it was extremely hot. Flies buzzed passed my ears. I wanted to leave, but the smell of fried food drew me over to the counter. I observed the menu, my hands in my pockets. I quickly decided on 2 burgers and a medium order of fries. "I'll take 2 number 5's and a medium fry." I said quickly, pulling my money out of my pocket. "You want a drink with that?" The cashier said in a much too happy voice. "You got free water?" I said plainly. "Yes sir, we do!" He replied, that'll be 6 dollars and 8 cents!" I set two thirds of the only money I had on the counter. I walked away and took a seat with a loud sigh. I tapped my fingers on the table, pretending like I was strumming my guitar. It took about 5 minutes to complete my order, and as soon as they called me over a shady group CD's walked in. They gave me a weird look, I'm sure they didn't appreciate a new face in their neighborhood. It didn't help that I wasn't any sort of city boy. I had a bandanna around my neck and guitar on my back. I decided to get out of their as quick as I could. "Uh, can I take that to go?" I said quickly. I heard one of the CDs behind me snicker. "Sure!" The cashier said, giving me a worried look. He quickly packed my food and handed to me. "Thanks." I said, taking the bag and fleeing out the door. I walked away quickly. Not because of the group of CDs back at he fast food place, but because I just wanted to get out of the area. I hated the city. The smells, the traffic, the people. It all disgusted me. I walked like this for a good hour, eating my food on the way. I eventually came to a large fountain. This seemed like a nicer area. I decided this would be a good place to get to work. I took off my backpack and guitar case. I felt instant relief in my back, that stuff was heavy. I got my guitar out and set out the case, making sure my Winchester gun was well hidden under the padding. Usually I play whatever song relates most to my life, and I instantly knew what that was. I was exhausted, low on money, and was low on supplies so I needed to try and get a lot of cash today. I started playing the intro to "Ain't no Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant, one of my favorite songs. I started to sing and got a few smiles and about a dollar in change from a rather busy looking businessman. I kept singing, a smile on my face as more money was tossed into my case. This was gonna be a good day, I could tell. A small crowd was forming around me, some of the cheese doodles clapping their hands. A rather pretty girl pushed her way up to the front, a cute smile on her face. The song was almost over, and I dedicated it at her. "Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close out eyes for good..." I sang, looking directly at her. She giggled and placed a 5 dollar bill in my case. I winked at her and watched as she walked away. I picked up the five dollar bill and straightened it out. There was a tiny heart drawn in the corner of it. "Huh." I breathed out quietly, placing the bill back in my case. I continued to sing until the sun started to go down. I attracted a lot of people, and I thought I made a lot of money. I was right, I had made 60 bucks even. This was the most I had made in one day ever. I decided to celebrate and go and grab a couple of drinks. I love going to bars, I know a lot of bar tricks and can make a lot of money doing them. I packed up my stuff and gave myself a limit of 20 dollars to spend. I wasn't planning on drinking to much, it was just a treat. I walked around and went into the nearest bar. I went in an took a seat on a stool. I ordered a drink and sipped it slowly, savoring it. I made small talk with anybody around me, just trying to enjoy myself. For some reason I kept thinking about that girl. I pulled out that bill she gave me and observed that heart on it. I decided to change my budget to 15 dollars, I didn't want to spend it. "You're welcome." A feminine voice came out of no where. I looked to my right. The guy I was talking to was gone, and the girl sat there. I was amazed, and I can't even imagine the look I gave her. She smirked at me. "What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" She said, looking a me as if I was crazy. "Uh.. uh no." I stuttered, placing the bill in my pocket, "Not at all." I gave her a half smile and repeated the wink I did earlier. She laughed. "You're weird, you know that?" She asked, grinning at me. "Yeah, trust me, I do." I said taking a sip of my drink. "So, what was all that about earlier? The singing and stuff?" She asked, eyeing me up and down. I shifted in my seat. "I'll tell you if you let me buy you a drink." I said smoothly, or at least I thought it was. "What, with my own money? I don't accept drinks from homeless people." She said, digging into he purse. "I'm not homeless." I snapped, but instantly changed my tone. "I have a home. I said in a more gentle voice, staring at the ground. "People with homes don't street sing. Whats going on with you?" She said, sounding concerned. "Well, the names Winchester, if you'd care to know." I said, annoyed that she was asking about my life but didn't even know my name. She was nosey, but she sure was pretty. "Oh, I'm Chelsea." She said quickly as I opened my mouth to speak. I nodded my head. "Nice to meet you. As I said I'm not homeless, I just have a different definition of home." I said. "And that is?" Chelsea replied, tilting her head slightly. I let out a sigh. "You're lucky you're cute, because you are really nosey." I said, taking another sip of my drink. It was almost gone. "Hey, bartender! Another one for this homeless guy." Chelsea said loudly. I gave her a look. "What was that for?" "Now you have to tell me." She said. "I never agreed to this." I said, rolling my eyes and turning away. "Oh, come on." She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Fine." I muttered, turning back towards her. "I'll tell you. Where should I start?" She thought for a few seconds. "Where did you come from?" She asked. "Well, pretty much everywhere. I just travel." I said. The bartender brought me over another drink. I took a sip of it. "I have been to every state." WIP
This is the first story I have ever wrote like this. ^-^ Hope its not too terrible.
