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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 7:26 pm
OKAY SO.
The old west.
The uncharted plains.
Cowboys.
Indians.
Ready steady GO!
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:00 pm
Uhh, PROFILE.
Name: Jack Callwater
Age: mid-20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: OMG HE'S SCRUFFY! <3 Okay, so he's got a scruffy face, that's pretty sternly shaped... he's got a strong jaw. *nods* Um, he's got sandy blonde hair that's always dirty and can hardly be called a real haircut. Um, he wears normal cowboy garb... Kercheif around his neck, leather chaps over jeans, airy long-sleeved shirt with a leather vest overtop of it... adn COWBOY BOOTS WITH SPURRS! Haha wow, I'm like, SO creative. -_- Um... He's somewhat skinny - like a runner! And he carries a rifle on his horse aaand a couple pistols in holsters at his hips. Yay! OH! Dark green eyes! X9 Unless I change my mind...
Personality: Uhhh.
History:
Stoof:
Haha so I like, got bored writing hte profile... He's a cowboy... He... Will be how he is when I write him. Go figure. D: *Start nao yes?*
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:07 pm
...YESSSS. YAY. EXCITEMENT... WAAA.
Name: Chetan... or so he jokes: Red Black Little Big Feather Who Falls From Singing Bird and Onto Sleeping Bear... He thinks long names are hilarious, especially the white folks who think all Indians have long ridiculous names. He likes messing with them.
Age: 16, but in his heart he thinks he's a man.
Appearance: Remember Akiak? Same guy, different name. He's got the body to be built, but since he is younger he is still on the scrawny side, but it's obvious he'd fair well if it came physical fighting or what have you. He's pretty strong and very resilient... he can take some SERIOUS falls and still get up for more. He has the obvious Indian traits: sharp, long nose, that red/brown skin, black eyes, long black/blue hair (like crow feathers), and a sharp featured face. He's still young however, so his sharp featured face is softened by youth and smiles. His face is also rounder making him appear less serious and more carefree. Also, he wears his hair in a simple loose pony tail that tends to flop over his lean shoulders.
Moving along... his clothes? He tends to like to go shirtless. He wears simple soft leather pants (in the traditional fashion) and a good pair of moccasins. As for accessories and all that nonsense he doesn't really have much... he's a real simple fellow and he likes to keep himself unhindered.
If he needs to look good he'll dress himself up a little, but otherwise... yeah. He keeps it simple.
History:... He wouldn't tell you without you telling him yours.
Tribe:... Uh... complicated.
Personality: He's... uh... a real free spirit... unabashed, outgoing, blunt, prideful, stubborn, and at times a hard headed wild rider. He has the sort of attitude that he's going to live only once and he's going to try everything once. He doesn't like to be tied down to responsibilities. He often times compares himself to the wind. He appreciates the metaphor and just thinks it suits him and the way of life he wants to lead.
Either way,... they'll be time to develop him more later... he's just all around fun and never serious; he's always joking.
Anything else: He has a horse... more like... a herd of wild horses (cos you know... this is when horses were introduced into America D: ). He jokingly calls them his tribe. But.. he moves around with them and that's how he decides where he'll go next. They let him move with him... why? Why not?
His horse is a dapple grey he calls "George". He thinks that white people names are HILARIOUS. But despite the name... he decorates his horse with feathers and paints him on his hindquarters and face with the traditional paint.
... but that's why he's so er... strong... and able to take falls so well. He's pretty all over the place when he rides his horse. He can pull some very impressive stunts... he's one of those fellows that has been riding so long with the same horse they move in unison almost.
THE END.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:17 pm
I'll put a profile up later.
But...Ala...you realize one other rp is awaiting you. Or I think it is...? Cause I KNOW it's not waiting for me...RIGHT????
Haha okay...I need to think of a character though...
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:21 pm
UM EXCEPT THERE ARE NO LINES OR TURNS OR ANYTHING AND ITS NOT GOING WELL AND I THINK ITS DYING ANYWAY.
And I like cowboys.
I'll miss Terry and Icky and Zoe and them... but like... *flails* The end.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 8:38 pm
YOU *points* ARE STUPID AND A LOSER.
Here's a profile anyways.
Name: Essie McDouglass
Age: 20
Appearance: She's pretty. Lolz. Okay so, she's got a full figure, a BIT chubby, but not like unhealthy so, she's just has meat on her bones. She's very curvy and stands at around 5'4". Her skin is a slight peach color, not too pale, but not tanned either. Her eyes are light blue-gray color. They tend to change in sunlight and get sky blue. Her hair is mid back length and caramel brown with natural highlights and what-not. It's wavy but not really curly...just...ummm...wavy.
She enjoys any type of clothing, though since woman have to wear dresses...she does...say for when she feels rebellious and wears her brother's pants.
Oh wait, I forgot, she has a few freckles on her cheeks. Yay.
Personality: She's kind of crazy. Don't get me wrong, she's really nice and everything, but she tends to make people wary with how loud she is and the fact she laughs at everything...EVERYTHING. There was one time she saw a rotting horse and laughed because it's eyes looked silly and a fly kept landing on it. She tries to make friends often, though a lot of people try to get away from her, at least the women, because they find her behavior rather uncivilized and loud. Men actually enjoy her a lot though, because she actually LAUGHS AT THEIR LAME JOKES.
Lol. More development to come. Yeah. Bubbly characters are the best, lol.
History: What's to say? She's had an average life in the west with normal parents and siblings. She has one older brother (22) and a younger sister (17).
Oh she has a collie named Thrusher.
WUT WUT.
I want to draw her now...those dresses are FUN STUFF.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:00 pm
((:<... Icarus. I did love thee.
Icarus: I COULD BE INDIANS?
You is SO WHITE. Anyway. Ala told me to post first... so, uh... I post first.))
Out here the sky was endless, the plains were endless. Anywhere you went the sky stretched on and on and forever. The clouds were as mountainous as the canyons and so glorious anyone standing there below that sky could have believed in something more than themselves all fragile bones, skin, and a beating heart. The earth was a startling shade of red and brown and rust, and it all just went on and on, nothing but earth meeting sky all around. Out here anyone's spirit could have soared, or thought they themselves might have been capable of a flight over the plains and deep into the wounds of the great old earth.
Out here everything was open, and everything was clear. It was untamed and wild as the land when it was first founded. Uncharted and unmarked the west seemed new. Stars were the sole paths to find the way, stars, sun, moon, and wind: the earth's natural maps. Out here there were only the People, bands of wild horses, and collections of those fools who thought they could tame the West and the occasional homestead. Slowly, the People were losing ground to walk free on.
Chetan didn't care for any of these things except the endless earth and sky and the fact that as he walked through fields and through canyons that through the arches of his feet he could feel the very beat of the earth. Out here he could feel the breath of everything, hear the sounds of change, and feel that he was apart of it.
"Hoo." He said lightly under his breath. He stared off into the big sky to see thunderheads rumbling and rolling in from the North. "That'll be nasty when it gets here, eh George?" He asked of his stallion, a proud dapple grey with eagle feathers tied into his mane. All around them a gentle herd of wild horses grazed in the short grasses.
Chetan quirked his mouth a little and grinning slid easily onto his horse. He settled into the curve of his back and gripped at his long mane. "Maybe you and I should race it?" He asked of his horse. The horse snorted and shook out his great head. "Find shelter you say?" He tilted his head. "That might be a good idea too... How about this... we can make a deal?"
George's ears tilted back at Chetan as though he might have actually understood.
"We'll do both!" Chetan said with a broad smile and a nudge at George's sides. The proud animal instantly went into a full tilt gallop and Chetan moved with him, leaning low and close to his neck. Behind them the other horses raised their heads and with a collective sound of wild calls took off after George's tail.
The storm rumbled and flashed in the distance, a heavy smudge of grey beneath marking heavy rains.
((... uuuh. that's as far as I'll go biggrin READY GO!))
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:54 pm
((OKAY! LET'S SEE WHAT ALAFACE CAN DO!))
Under the never-ending sky, along the widespread plains, there was one soul who was quite new to the adventure of the open world. Sure, he'd lived in this young world his whole life, but only recently had he decidedly left his dusty city to travel the uncharted lands. There was something so... liberating about the wind creating waves over the long grass, the stars already visible at dusk... The call of an eagle as it drifted on the warm thermals that rose into the air.
So it wasn't surprising that he spread his arms wide as he rode across the windy plains, body leaning back in his saddle as he let the wind tug at his clothing, its curious fingers trying to remove his hat. It stubbornly stayed where it was, however, as the man slowed from a trot to a walk, his deep green gaze fixed on the distance.
Beyond a herd of wild horses, there was a very threatening looking storm. "Well, well... I suppose we oughta get back then..." he adjusted his hat before tilting his head at the herd, which had quite suddenly started moving. As if in time with the pound of their hooves, thunder rolled after them, as did the quiet hiss of a rapidly approaching storm.
Deciding it was PROBABLY a good idea to find shelter of some sort - there was no getting to town before the storm hit - Jack tightened his grip on his horse's reigns and dug his heels into the animal's side, giving a sharp "Hya!" to urge it forward. Immediately going into a gallop, he took off in the same direction as the other horses, just as they caught up to where he was.
The scruffy looking man bent down against the sudden wind that had picked up, moving in time with the gallop, and urging his horse to run faster. That storm was going to be right on top of them in just a few minutes.
Though, thoughts of said storm were quickly pushed aside when something completely unexpected caught his eye. Riding quite literally next to him was an Indian. Much like the pictures he'd seen, the young man was riding bareback and carefree, and looked to actually be LEADING the herd of horses.
"So, yer tryin' to outrun the storm too, are ya?" He asked with a laugh as he caught his hat. It had managed to come loose from his head that time.
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:33 am
((OKY READY?! Alrightttttt!!!))
There was something truly magnificent being ahead of that oncoming storm with the sound of pounding horse hooves in your ears and the crackle of ever rolling thunder at your back. George's mane whipping to and fro in a rhythm of Chetan's own hair and the feel of the powerful animal beneath him flowing like water had always put him in a place in which he never wanted to leave... which was probably why he hadn't.
Chetan slowly released his grip on George's mane and with the ease and grace of a well practiced rider he spread his arms wide to catch the first drops of rain in his open palms. However, there came another set of thundering hooves. Chetan could have sworn he could feel the difference in the movements just in the arches of his feet. There was a different feel to wild horses, an entirely different sound. The noise was so natural it could have been the thunder, this new animal sounded tame.
Chetan looking over to his left he found a tame horse and a white man.
Chetan was not one to be startled, but at this point and time he looked thrown. He quickly gripped at his horse's mane again to ride low against his neck, but the man was friendly. He was smiling and laughing. Chetan responded with a grin of his own in his dark face.
"How do you do, white man?" He asked of him in a friendly mocking voice. His english sounded a little choppy and awkward, but otherwise he seemed to know. "Looking to get cooked to a crispy crisp?" Chetan's eyes that were as black as river stone flashed with a challenge. "And we aren't trying... we're winning!" And he let out a wild cry and threw his head back. George tossed his head wildly along with him and gave a few leaps and bucks.
He looked back to the scruffy cowboy. "What is a little white man doing out so far from his tribe? You don't fear the red man!?" He laughed wildly and picked up the pace. Gripping his horse's neck tightly he launched himself from his back to ride at his side, his feet hovering just inches before the earth. "If you want you can be a part of mine until the storm blows over... I don't want a crispy white man on MY hands. Though, I'm sure Coyote would be pleased to find you."
((LALALA... I must make biscuits cos my dad sucks.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 10:56 am
((Let's see if I can work the crazy lady in...))
Essie sat on the stool, a hand pressed against her cheek as she rest her elbow on the bar. Nothing was happening today, everything was quiet and calm. Where were the guns and the wild yelling? She wanted some action, she wasn't getting it here. She looked out the door way at the rolling gray skies, threatening rain soon. Rain was another thing she loved. The way the drops hit the windows and slid down or the lightening that streaked across the sky with such a power that no man or beast could ever match.
"Essie! Hey lovely." A voice came from the doorway. A tall man lumbered into the bar with a wide smile, holding a long hunting gun on his shoulder. He had curly brown hair that stuck up wildly and his growing beard was still fuzzy like a peach. His blue eyes sparkled as he walked over to Essie and sat down beside her. He was a good head taller than her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" Essie hummed, trying to get her boredom across. "I'm bored, Phillip. Can we go hunting for some deer?" She looked to the man with curious eyes. Essie was indeed a gorgeous woman. No, she wasn't slender or had long smooth legs. She was gorgeous in that curvy and full figured way. She has round cheeks and full breasts, and lips that always seemed pursed. Her eyes were a stunning blue and with a head of wavy honey colored hair, she made the perfect image for a short pin-up girl of the west.
"I told you...there aren't deer around here. They live in the woods." He gave a sigh and shook his head. "As my sister you sure are stupid." Joking he took a drink from his mug and kicked back, stretching out his spine in a long arch.
"Well...I'll go hunting myself then!" She yelped and jumped up suddenly. Her dress fell over her legs and she snatched her brother's gun with a wild grin. "You'll see, I'll find a deer and I'll bring him back ALIVE. That's right, alive!"
"If you shoot it...it won't be alive."
"Shhhhhhh. That's okay boy, it's okay, I've got it. This woman knows how to hunt!" She clenched her fists and pumped it into the air before skipping out of the bar, gun dangling from her hand and skimming across the floor. "Here I come deer! You best watch your cute little bunny tails, or they're dinner!" She yelled out to the horizon.
A few hours later and no deer. She was hunched in the tall grass in frustration. Maybe she had scared them all off. That had to be it. Her loud yelling probably made them all run away in fear. The thought made her proud. "That's right! I'm so strong they're all scared of me." She laughed wildly and jumped up, shooting a bullet into the sky. That was the first bullet she had shot that day. Cloud hunting was fun too, she supposed. Dusting off her dress she turned her head and saw a heard of things running at her. Her heart skipped a beat and she squeaked in fear. Quickly she fell to the ground, hands over her head in a fetal position. Prayers ran from her mouth.
The hooves beat all around her and strangely enough she heard voices over it. When they all passed she jumped up, almost falling over again. There, sitting on the back of two horses were two men. "HEY! FELLAS!" She yelled out as loudly as she could and began running after them, as well as she could in her heeled boots. "WAIT UP! CAN I RIDE ONE?! I'M AWFULLY LOST NOW AND I CAN'T GET BACK! YA HEAR ME?!" She began panting heavily, trying to chase after them. Running wasn't exactly her forte.
"OOOOHHHHHH OHHHHHH!" She groaned out and began hopping on one foot, the heel of her left foot killing her from trying to run. "Don't fall off, please."
((Hahahaha...she's insane...she thinks she can catch up to them. XD ))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 12:27 pm
((OMG CRAZY LADY!))
Oh thank the rollin' plains, this Indian wasn't one of the sort to start throwing tomahawks before finding out if he was going to shoot them or alternatively, trade with them. On top of that, he spoke decent English... And was that a JOKE he'd just made? HOW do you do? Oh, he was funny. "I ain't lookin' to get cooked to any level of done, friend," The cowboy said pointedly, speaking loud enough to be heard over the thunder of the Earth's sky and her animals' hooves. "Isn't that why we're runnin'?" It was difficult to keep his own steed still - the way the Indian's horse bucked and jumped made the tamed animal want to do the same.
Upon being questioned about being so far from his tribe, Jack had to give a laugh, "Red man, most of the white men fear little 'ol me. Let's just say I'm not liked in a lot o' these parts. And I can't say I fear your sort..." He trailed off as the still-nameless Indian urged his own steed to run faster. Shaking his head and shoving his hat back over his hair, the cowboy leaned forward and spurred his own mount into greater speed, catching up once again, just as Chetan decided to more or less run in the air beside the animal he'd just been riding.
Letting a low whistle, Jack shook his head and waggled a gloved finger at Chetan, "That's some talent there. And if ya dun' mind, I could do with a bit o' company 'till the storm blows over. As for Coyote, I'll have ta disappoint him for the time bein'."
Unfortunately for Jack, it seemed he too would be clinging to his horse's neck, legs running on nothing but air for a few moments, but not by choice, mind. Then why was it? Well, his horse had nearly tripped over something rather large curled up in the grass, and only just barely managed to stay on its feet. Jack was tossed from his saddle, and only after a few hurried footfalls to the ground was he able to tug himself back into the saddle. Needless to say, he lacked the certain grace that Chetan owned.
Once more adjusting his hat, he spared a look behind him to try and see what they didn't quite trample, and was surprised to see a golden-haired woman doing her best to gallop on her own two feet after them, waving and shouting like somethin' was at her heels. Jack's guess? That storm.
"Aaaaand, I have a hunch we oughta stop and help Goldilocks back there. She'll be a mess if she gets rained on too much." He paused, the added, "Never got yer name either."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 12:57 pm
((LAWLZ. OKay... then I'm going to wander some and enjoy my day off D:... because I start up again next week with five days in a row... ooooh yeah, buddy.
Shoot me puh-leez biggrin ))
Chetan looked up at this man and found himself very interested. "A white man feared by the white man? That's funny... like a joke." He laughed. "You white folks just have no friends out here, do you? Not even Buffalo likes you here and Buffalo is kind." He grinned broadly.
"And you're not afraid of me?" Chetan laughed a wild laugh that whooped. "You should be! I'm so dangerous it scares ME. I could have your scalp in a matter of moments, now couldn't I? I'd rob you blind after trading you my beads and spit upon the book of your religion and your God! I'm such a cut throat savage. Wolves fear me, white man. Turn tail and run at the smell of me! I'm like you... even the "red man" runs from me!" He laughed again, loud and full.
At the compliment he flashed yet another white toothed smile. "Couldn't do it without, George, my friend." And he patted his horses neck and then watched as this stranger nearly tumbled from his horse. Chetan laughed into the crook of his arm. "You've not been riding him long, have you?" He asked of him as the man righted himself in his saddle. "You're off... ah.. you're off... the movements. They aren't the same."
Chetan then looked over his shoulder at the woman who was tumbling after them through the grass. Chetan found the sight sort of hilarious. "She's crazy! You white people are CRAZY! She's trying to catch the horses! In that dress? CRAZY."
Chetan swung himself lightly around his horses neck and back into the arch of his back easily as anything. "My name?" He said as he tugged on his horse's mane to get him turned around. "It's Red Black Little Big Feather Who Falls From Singing Bird and Onto Sleeping Bear!" He cried over his shoulder as he galloped away in the opposite direction. The wild herd of horses that had been galloping at his heels now chased after the cowboy, tossing their heads and crying out in chorus with the storm.
Chetan made short of the distance they had left between the lost woman and the herd and swinging low he was grasping his horse's neck again in one strong arm and brushing his feet lightly with the earth. With his free arm, as he rode by the shouting woman he scooped her gently as he could into his arm and using momentum and what strength he had he tossed her just behind George's hind quarters. In a moment and a light trick of bounding off the earth he swung in behind her and held her to keep her from bouncing around on the horse's bare back.
"No worries, Loud Woman Who Shouts Like the Thunder." He chuckled. "I'm not in a scalping mood today." And with the thunderheads at their heels they raced to catch up with the herd again. Once there Chetan said:
"But you can call me Chetan, white man... does the white man have a white man name?" He glanced over his shoulder at the gathering storm. "But maybe we should find a place to shelter first." He said off handedly, unworried.
((OKAY DONE.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 1:11 pm
Essie was having second thoughts about wearing a dress out hunting, with heels nonetheless. Usually she'd have grabbed a pair of her brother's trousers if she wanted to go exploring in the wilderness. Her cheeks grew red as she huffed out, tugging at her skirts to keep from tripping over them and attempting to hold on to the gun at the same time. "Ahhhh ahhhhh c'mon c'mon." She muttered anxiously and was just about to fall to the ground. Her legs ached from running and skipping and her breath was heavy and rapid. The dress just added to it by making her hot.
Just as she was going to give up and sit there in the rain one of the men turned and started towards her...rapidly. She stammered and took a few steps back, looking for somewhere to duck. It was a red man. She had seen them before, of course, but never had one willingly come over to her, or touched her. Her eyes widened and in slow motion she began to push herself to the ground as the man wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her off the ground.
She cried out in surprise and landed on the horse, her body bouncing up and down. She squeeked and tried to find reigns to hold on to or a saddle but only found slick hair. Her fingers dug into it frantically but failed to get a hold of much. She began to slip off and she yelped, holding her gun as she waved her other arm to try to grab something. As she realized she was going to fall off and get trampled on the red man grabbed her waist again and pulled her back onto the horse. She breathed out heavily, trying to gain her breath. When she realized she was hugging the gun she pulled it from her and tried to settle down as the man spoke...in english.
She twisted her head to try to look at him but almost fell off again. With a cry she turned her head back around and leaned forward grabbing at the horse's hair the best she could. "Sc...sca...scalping? That's," another large breath, "that's won...wonderful." A couple deep breaths and she felt a bit calmer when she saw someone like her, except a man. Her brows raised and she licked at some sweat on her upper lip. "H...helllll..." She fumbled with her gun and got a hold of it before it fell to the ground. "lllo." She called out to the other white person with a fleeting smile.
Shelter sounded great about now. Getting off this horse sounded even better. It was already hurting her butt and she was sure, even with arms holding her, she was going to fall and die.
((What a freak. LOLZ. Okay...I'm drawing her again. D: ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:11 pm
"Hey, nothin' against Buffalo, but I like a good steak as much as the next guy. I dun' go 'round killin' 'em or anything though... Not my sort of thing." Jack returned the grin and offered a shrug, "Nah, we're not well liked anywhere we go, I imagine." Of course, that was from personal experience. Once people found out about Jack's little... HABITS... They tended to switch their opinion of him. And right quick, too.
Jack laughed at the young Indian riding next to him. He was quite a wild sounding kid - one that might very well be keen on helping him out on his little excursions. Nevertheless, he had to laugh at his threats laced with laughter. "Hah, sounds like yer quite the kid. Are the only friends ya've got wild horses then?"
The whole falling off his horse thing he'd hoped wouldn't have been commented on, but alas... "Nah, he's new. I... Get new horses a lot." He shrugged then turned around slightly as Chetan banked off from the main stream of running and went after the girl who was rapidly falling behind. The strange thing was, the rest of the horses kept following HIM. And there was no way in hell he'd remember that name. It was too long. Little black feather that... Bear. Right.
It was about this time that the storm had nigh caught up with them, bringing with it a wall of cold water that immediately soaked the entire group. Giving a rather excited whoop at the power of it all, he waved a hand in the air and turned slightly, having spotted an outcropping of rock that might very well serve as a good shelter for the duration of the storm. A flash of lightning and roll of thunder dashed across the sky, sending whinnies and neighs from the wild horses.
Chetan, now soaked and carting along the strange woman, came up next to him again and offered up another name. "Chetan then? Awright. I can remember that 'un. And you can call me Jack," He tipped the brim of his hat and gave a crooked smile. "S'about as white-man as ya can get."
Turning towards the woman that had just been rescued, Jack raised an eyebrow at her fumbling with the gun and leaned over, deftly grabbing it out of her grasp. "No sense in you holdin' on to that thing when it's liable to go off. And 'ello, little lady. I'd stop fidgeting 'round. I reckon you'll fall off if you do it too much."
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:26 pm
((QUICK ONE BEFORE I'M GONE FOR MOST OF THE NIGHT!))
Chetan seemed incredibly amused by the woman in front of him. She obviously hadn't really ridden too much in her life and she was obviously unnerved by his presence. And why wouldn't she be? There were lots of hostile Indians on the plains. Being picked up suddenly by one wasn't exactly a rescue any white woman on her own would find... relaxing. She seemed calmed by Jack however.
"Look see! Another white face... and still with the top of his head!" He said jovially.
When the rain drove down at their head Chetan, like Jack, was glad for it... and then gladder for the fact Jack had taken the woman's gun away. He hadn't even realized she had been holding it.
"Could have blown me away!" He said of the weapon and shook his head with a smile.
At the sight of the shelter he quickly drove his horse in that direction and quickly made it beneath the shelf of stone. The sound of driving rain that had so filled his ears was then suddenly nothing but a deafening roar on the outside. He dismounted quickly and then just as quickly helped the woman down.
"Just slide nice and easy, Thunder Woman." He said and glanced around through the sheets of rain to see the other horses stopping where they were to stand listlessly in the rain. George tossed his head restlessly at the woman on his back and gave a half hearted buck.
"Easy, easy!" Chetan said with a grin.
((.. uuuh... that's it for now D: ))
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