Into the West (Western) Still Accepting!)

[~Dixie~]

Fort Hawley, Montana 1867

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

After getting what she needed from the store, Alex had bought several boxes of ammunition, some beef jerky, and a little bit of grain, a treat for Chevy. Alex turns and heads to the Saloon, she enters. Ignoring the looks from the sporting women and the men who came for them, she heads to the counter. Taking off her hat, she places it on the counter, she signals the bartender, "A brandy, and do you have any rooms available for a couple days?" The bartender gets her a brandy and comes back to her, "Yes, its the last room on the right, second floor. That will be $2.50." Alex nods, "Thank you." Alex takes her brandy and goes, sitting at a table in the corner near a window. She sets her Henry against the wall, taking a seat. Sipping her brandy, she looks out the window at the passing people. She then takes out a journal and starts writing in it.

[Leviathan007]

Henry wipes his mouth after a couple of satisfying gulps, the strong acidic liquid burned down his throat, but became sweet as honey when it hit his stomach. He was always careful to stop drinking just before his limit: which was when he became intoxicated. Today he was feeling reckless and began consuming large amounts of liquor, until he was flat-out drunk. He started singing a sad song about the day his mother died. Then his partner Jack came in and found him, knocked some sense back into him.
"Wh-What happened?" He had fallen down on the slick, cold, hard floor of the saloon. A few had begun to stare at him conspicuously, and he just glared back, standing back up, adjusting his belt and hat, making sure his gun was secure.
Jack looked as mad as a hornet, and then some. Henry snorted,"Don't go scolding me now. I knew what I was doing. I'm not a child" He snapped in a low voice, so no one else could hear. Jack was a few years older then him, and acted like his big brother, sometimes he thought the sheriff had assigned him as his personal baby-sitter.

[~Dixie~]

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Fort Hawley, Montana 1867

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

Alex sat in her chair, hearing the sad song a guy was singing, she looks up at looks at him through the crowd. Seeing other men were getting unruly, Alex gets up, from the table, grabbing her journal and puts it in her jacket pocket, she picks up her Henry and starts walking to the door. A man steps in front of her, "Indians aren't allowed in this town....and any Indian caught will be shot and killed." Alex looks up to the man, moves closer, "As you haven't noticed, I am only half Indian." The man retorts, "An Indian none the less." Alex nods, she quickly draws her revolver and points it under the mans chin, "Maybe none the less, but if I were in your position, I would be careful." She draws the trigger back, the man nods, "Okay...okay, whatever you say..." Alex smiles, "Good." Alex un does the trigger and puts the revolver back into its holstier. Alex turns and walks out of the Saloon, she puts her hat back on her head. Carrying her Henry, she heads to the Livery stable to see Chevy.

[Leviathan007]

"Nevertheless it was careless of you to waste all your money on liquor. And don't think I'll be lending you one cent just so you can repeat the same mistake." Jack had started a whole lecture on Henry's nasty addiction, his drinking problem wasn't inherited, he just picked it up one day, and found that it did some good for his soul, made him feel light as a feather.
He stopped listening to his buddy preach the gospel awhile back. Jack was a Protestant Christian, he tried and failed many times to save Henry's soul. It would never happen.
What he was really looking at was a lady by the door, she had raven black hair and tanned skin, such a sight to behold.

[~Dixie~]

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

As she passed the window of the Saloon, Alex looks to see the man she was looking at staring at her. Alex turns away and heads to the Livery Stable. Reaching the stables, she tacks up Chevy, leading him out of the stables. After being fed, the Grulla Paint mustang seemed to not leave the barn after a few steps, then came willingly. Alex flips the reins over his head and mounts up. Chevy snorts, Alex nudges him forward at a trot. Being then bumped up to a lope, Alex guides Chevy over to where the railroad tracks met the plains, if her haunch was right, a few Blackfeet would be riding past.

[Kienwynn]

Ella walked to the mercantile, waving at some of locals as she went. She offered Nino a smile. "Good afternoon, Nino." She glanced up at the wooden structure he had built. "I like your table. Are your parents inside?" She motioned to the mercantile with a hand.

Anthoney had been watching the Indian girl since she entered. Although, he couldn't say he was too interested. She was pretty, yes, but from what she had said she was also a half-breed. He continued to sip his brandy, what he was waiting for were the show girls. He smirked, he heard of one, she was supposedly a decent girl, not a soiled dove. He didn't believe a word of it, all show girls were soiled doves, all.

[Leviathan007]

Since Henry did not have any money for the hotel's rent, he had to spend the night in the barn's roof. He flicked Jack off when he tried to apologize for such an unfortunate turn of events, and bid him good night. It was not normal for him to be so bitter, he must still be upset about earlier's incident.
The hay was actually quite comfortable, if it weren't for the hot stuffiness he'd probably fall asleep with ease. It wouldn't matter, all he could think about was that unforgettable face, like he had seen it before...
He just couldn't wait to get out of this town, it was scaring the panzies outta him. There was rumor that spirits haunted these grounds, and that whoever spent more then a fortnight here would either turn into a wolf or just vanish into thin air.

[~Dixie~]

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

Alex had ridden out to the tracks, but didn't find the band of Cheyenne warriors she was looking for. Alex rides back to the Fort. Lights were lit up, giving light in the streets and buildings. Dismounting, she leads Chevy into the barn. When in the barn, the doors close suddenly, spooking Chevy, Alex tightens her grip on the reins, and tries to clam him down, she turns to see the man she ran into earlier at the Saloon. He approaches her, "Your time here is up half-breed." He runs at Alex, who doesn't have enough time to draw her revolver, crashing into her, he pins her against the floor. Alex tries to kick him, but he pins her legs. Taking his revolver out of the holstier, he puts it under her chin, "Now....where were we? Ah, yes, and you better watch what you say." Alex keeps her mouth shut and looks up at the man, not wanting to show the fear she had. Chevy screams, pinning his ears back and tries to buck his tack off. Alex looks at the man and starts speaking in Sioux, he slaps her, but Alex keeps talking, she then spits in his face. The Livery stable keeper opens the door and sees the man on top of Alex, pinning her. He grabs the man and pulls him off. The man turns and punches the Stable keeper, knocking him to the ground. Seeking her chance, Alex pulls her revolver out, and when the man turns towards her to come back after her again, she shoots him several times. She gets up and watches the man fall to his knees, baffled that she shot him, he looks up at her. Alex kicks him down, the man cries out in pain, "Just shoot me!! Like you just did! End my suffering." Alex puts her revolver back into its holstier and looks down at him, "Your not worth another bullet, and I won't dirty another one." Alex goes back and calms Chevy down finally, she goes and gathers her thinks to pack up. She would be leaving tonight.


Back at the Saloon, a show girl dances up to a Trapper at a table, she giggles and smiles at him, "Hey you, you looking to have a little fun while your here?" The showgirl smiles at Anthoney.

[Snow Eevee]

.:Username:. winterblossoms
.:Character Name:. Alicia Trinity
.:Nickname:. To the Bandits, she is known as Al. To her family and friends who are unaware of her secret identity, she is Alice or Ali
.:Age:. 19
.: Personality:. Meet me
.: Profession:. Part Time Bandit and Part Time daughter of rich Rancher
.:What made you come out to the West?.: She was born there
.:History:. Born in the West, Alice was treated like a Princess by her rich parents. When her mother died, Ali turned to crime to take her mind off her ain and eventually became the leader of the Bandits
.:Crush:. Open
.:Your choice of Weapon(s):. Two of These as well as quite a few small daggers hidden on her person
.:Form of Transportation:. Her horse, Thunder
.:Other:.
Alice
Outfit tha she wears on a job... she never takes off the mask when she's working

[Leviathan007]

Henry turned over on his side, to look out the window, the scenery was another plus: beautiful luscious vegetation and a peach cream colored sky, just at the peak of dusk. The moon had rose, full and plump like a bowl of milk, it stood out among inky blanket. Behind him, there came a soft commotion, which started with whispers, and erupted into a frenzy of guns and gore. He faced the clamor with a calm expression, then grew concerned when he saw that one of the participants was that lady from the saloon.
She didn't seem to notice him, up in the loft, watching over them. When she was pinned, he thought her done for sure, and had his gun out, aimed for that sinner's heart. Then the situation flip-flopped, and suddenly she was the victor.
Henry put his gun away so he did not frighten her, unable to forget the words 'half-breed', wondering what that meant.
Just as the strange Indian girl was leaving, he cleared his throat, but did not say anything, his eyes watched her closely, unblinking.