The Age of Steam and Steel [Realistic Wild West RP]

[cheshire.]

(Am i accepted)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[No, sorry. This is a literate roleplay and I don't think that you're up to the task. It isn't just your form; I've gone back through your posts from the last few roleplays you've been in. I'm sorry to deny you, I really am, but you're not cut out for this challenge.]

Lucky Jack Aubrey was not living up to his nickname today. He had tried to gather a posse, he really had, but right now it was looking like he would have to find his sister on his own. Black Billy was just too much of a challenge for people who had any sense, and the ones that didn't were useless to him. With a sign, the man leaned against a post and tipped the front of his hat up so he could look west at the sunset. It would be dark within the hour, and he still needed a place to sleep. He was not rich, this man, and he was ragged from hard riding through the desert. An inn would have been nice, but like as not he would be sleeping in the back room at the tavern in exchange for a few hours of work. Well, at least it was better than being out in the sand. The barkeeper might even feed him if he worked long and hard. Maybe he'd be put to washing dishes or glasses; that would be nice and easy, and he wouldn't have to think about the task. He'd be able to plot, to think, to try and get a glimpse at Black Billy's motives. The man wasn't the sort to kill for fun, although it had been rumored that he had once murdered everyone in a bank because one of the customers had shot off their mouth and insulted him. Turning to his horse, Jack stroked the mare's nose and she snorted quietly into his palm. With a sigh, the cowboy pulled his hat down over his eyes an kept his back to the post. He didn't want to wash dishes any more than the next man, but he couldn't sleep out here like a beggar. It was a conundrum, a harder problem even than that of Black Billy. To clean, or not to clean? To have a room, or to sleep outdoors?

[Vanendra]

((bump))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I realize that everyone is busy in real life, what with finals and the end of school and all. Don't feel pressured to post until you have time ^^]

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Okay I officially am on summer break! Did I miss anything important? Last time I posted Emerald was leading Diablo towards the town.)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Everyone's sort of gathering in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. If I was feeling inclined to do research I'd look something up and give it a name, but I'm not so it's just going to be called a tiny town in the middle of nowhere.]

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Lol okay. I'll post in the morn.)

[solo]

((ok, I've been calling my character Alex this whole time, when really I have always called him Coyote and it used to be his only name before deciding he needed a realistic, normal name for this RP. So since he so rarely uses his real name, Alexander Friday, I will be refering to him as Coyote from now on.
So... Coyote = Alex
Same person!
Don't want to confuse anyone))

Coyote shrugged when Viletta said she didn't want her name mentioned in town. He felt another prickle of suspicion, of regret for letting her follow. What if she done a petty crime and was offered up to be let off if she brought in someone like me? I've seen that happen before. He thought of how his old enemies would laugh when they heard the cunning Coyote had stumbled into a trap like a tumbleweed into a split-rail fence. Because a woman had asked him to. His yellow eyes flickered over to Viletta and his worry simmered some. People weren't always what they seemed- he had learned that a thousand time over- but something about the way she carried herself seemed very un-criminal. Still, Viletta was very tense, like a jack rabbit that sensed danger, and Coyote couldn't help but wonder why. He pulled his faded green bandanna over his freckled, hollow cheeks and the brim of his hat down to his eyebrows. You can't never be too careful.
Coyote led Shawnee back into the small town. The delicious scent of smoke still drifted in the air. The ancient general store owner, whose shop had been burned significantly, sat on what was left of his porch with his face buried in his hands. Serves that tin-headed rat right! Coyote tried not to smirk as he remembered the old man's obvious disdain for having some ruffian like himself inside of his store this morning. Well mister, who seems to only thinks proper gentlemen are equal to y'self, see how you like starting at the bottom again? Only the strong survive here. I could tell by the useless fancies that were in your store that you ain't never seen real work.
Holding his blade-thin figure straight as an arrow, his mule trotted past the shopkeeper and a destitute looking black haired cowboy leaning against a post. The saloon had also been damaged by fire but was still open. Coyote swung off Shawnee, threw his reigns on the hitching post and swiveled around to Viletta.
"Look here, lady, I got business to do with, and I do it alone. Now I reckon you think me some kinda protection so yew can wait here or somethin' if you planning sticking with me on yor way outta town, but I make no promises on comin' back."
He whipped out her silver revolver and put it in her saddlebag, knowing she wouldn't shoot him in the back in the middle of town.

((Random note to Wild: GEE THANKS for getting Major Tom stuck in my head all day today! Went to lacrosse practice and I'm running laps and that was literally all I could hear in my head xD))

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

-Emerald Jones-
Emerald rushed into town, face pale and eyes watery, Diablo limping behind slowly. "Ma'am," she said to a lady walking by. "I need a doctor, please. My horse got bit by a snake, and I--"
"Put the beast out of it's missery." The woman's husband said before spitting at her feet.
Emerald scrambled back, glaring daggers at the man, before continuing through town. "Don't worry, Diablo, I won't let you die." The stallion nudged her shoulder, his warm brown eyes big and sad. Emerald frowned and started walking again. She was heading towards the public stable, maybe they could help her beloved stallion.

[Vanendra]

Viletta felt confused. "Why wouldn't you come back...I wasn't annoying or anythin' was I?" She didn't like feeling alone in this particular town. "An I could help with all sorts a things. Please don't just leave...you're the start of an adventure I can just feel it. Please?" she begged. As much as Viletta hated begging she really didn't want to stay in town much longer and hoped that this stranger could lead her somewhere better.