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Post by Frodo on Feb 7, 2007 16:34:02 GMT -5
QUESTION: should the rights of Power-play be invoked or not?
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Strider
World Famous Butt Scratcher
I once killed a man with a newspaper. It wasn't even rolled up.
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Post by Strider on Feb 12, 2007 15:57:43 GMT -5
Hmm...I suppose I don't care, do whatever.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 12, 2007 16:54:05 GMT -5
Then, I am going to invoke them! Which means I now control ALLL!!! MUAHAHA!
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Post by Frodo on Feb 12, 2007 17:25:41 GMT -5
note this: when Morgan is talking, it'll be in bold. When Reed is talking, it's be normal. Kapeesh?
Now back to our regular program:
The girl turned haughtily to the bar, commanding the nervous batrender. There was a wide berth around her, where she stood leaning at the counter. Doc Reed, now irritated, peered over the edge of his book. The man hadn't moved, and no one was moving to pick him up - he was still too close to that fire-brand of a woman for anyone to deem it safe. "Why me?" Reed growled into his beloved pages. He slammed the book shut, and tucked it away safely in a bag at his shoulder, the same blackened leather as his boots. With a sigh he got to his feet, and threaded his way through the crowd until he was almost standing over the man. With a jolt, he realized it was Infernal Hughes - there had been a warrant out for him in the next couple towns over. But no one had heard about him yet...his deeds as a bank robber were not quite widespread. Why, oh why me? Reed wondered to himself.
The saloon, which was now reaching its normal noise-level, suddenly hushed again. The girl turned to face him, green eyes flashing. “Madam,” Reed began oh-so-politely, with a tip of his hat, “it is my curiosity if this man is in your ‘possession’?” A strange fierceness crossed her already fierce features, and giving no warning, she slapped him. “Possession? You make me laugh, city-slicker,” she said. Reed stumbled backwards, the whole left side of his face burning. But he caught himself on a chair just in time, and steadied himself. “Madam,” he began again. “You misunderstand and - ” he hastily added “- apparently, so do I. I have not had the pleasure of knowing your name.” After a long, painful pause and an air of distrust, she answered. “They call me The Black Bandit. And this,” she said, kicking the man still on the floor, where he curled up even tighter, “is Mister Hughes. Got anymore questions, fancy man?” Reed rubbed his eyes. It was moments like this that he realized just how rare of a creature he was in this forsaken country. “I will give you my name, if you shall give me yours,” he said bluntly. It was a childish game, but then, what wasn’t? “Tucker,” she said. “Amber Tucker.” And then she slapped him again. “What was that for?” Reed cried. Amber tipped her head back and laughed. “I don’t care what your name is. But what do you want with Hughes?” she asked, still grinning horribly. “I happen to be a doctor. And I wanted to make sure you hadn’t busted his brains in or worse,” Reed said with a grim air of arrogant sarcasm. He was getting impatient. Hughes had a cut on his brow, and was leaking blood all over the sawdust floor. “You can have him.” Amber waved her hand. “I’m all done.” “Merci,” Reed muttered darkly. His face ached, and he wanted to get away as soon as possible. Within a moments, he had a few men help him carry Hughes to the upstairs bedrooms.
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Strider
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I once killed a man with a newspaper. It wasn't even rolled up.
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Post by Strider on Feb 13, 2007 16:26:24 GMT -5
“Bring him in here.” Reed instructed, opening his bedroom door. The men practically threw Hughes onto the bed, and then quickly exited the room. “Let’s see here.” Reed said to himself as he opened his medical bag and retrieved a pair of medal tweezers. Reed bent over Hughes, and began pulling small shards of glass from his wound. “Gah!” Hughes slapped Reed’s hand away from his face and sat up straight. “Whoa now, it’s ok.” The doctor said trying to calm his “patient”. “What happened? Who are you? Dang my head hurts!” Hughes panted frantically. “You were hit by a glass mug. My name is Dr. Reed, and I need to finish cleaning out your wound.” “Hit by a glass mug? Who done this to me?” “You mean you don’t remember?” Reed began to get concerned. “Nah, all I remember is this pretty, red head…” “Ah, then you haven’t forgotten after all.” “You mean she was the one who smashed that mug over my head?” Hughes was confused as to why a pretty ‘lil lady would be so mean. “Uh…Yes, now may I finish cleaning your wound?” “Oh, yeah, thanks.” Hughes lay back down so that the doctor could continue. “You look different in person.” “What do you mean?” Hughes grimaced as the doc dabbed his wound. “I’ve seen your picture on the wanted posters.” “Oh, yeah?” Hughes said with a grin of accomplishment. Within in a few minuets Reed had finished stitching the outlaw up and began making his way out the door, for sitting in a room with a wanted man was not one of Reed’s favorite past times. “Hey!” Hughes shouted with a deep tone and then jumped from the bed and grabbed the doc’s left shoulder firmly, turning him around. Reed thought for sure he was to be shot. “Thanks a lot doc. Here, take this.” Hughes reached in his pocket and gave the frightened doctor a silver dollar. “What is this for?” Reed had never been so confused in his life. ‘Since when did bank robbers with prices on their heads pay people for their deeds?’ he thought to himself. “For fixin’ me up real nice.” Hughes said with an expression as to say ‘duh’. Reed gave a nervous smile and began walking away briskly. “Uh… wait!” Hughes ran after the doc. “Yes?” “Is that gal still down there?” Hughes rested his hands on his gun holster, and straightened up. Reed leaned over the stair railings and spotted her leaving the saloon, and mounting a rather remarkable steed. “She just left on a black and white horse.” “What? That’s my horse!” Hughes bound down the stairs with such speed as if he were on fire. “This just isn’t his day.” Reed laughed to himself, then preceded down the stairs.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 13, 2007 19:45:02 GMT -5
OOC: hmmm....okay. You did Reed alright. Did I do Miss Black Bandit correctly? I thought you might enjoy the slap fest (poor Reed...). Maybe we should go back to non-powerplay, but then nothing gets accomplished....*shrugs* I dunno.
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Strider
World Famous Butt Scratcher
I once killed a man with a newspaper. It wasn't even rolled up.
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Post by Strider on Feb 13, 2007 21:18:58 GMT -5
ooc: I don't care. I thought you did good with Amber. I wasn't to sure how I did with Reed though. You're in charge, so do whatever ya feel like! lol
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Post by Frodo on Feb 14, 2007 17:01:01 GMT -5
OOc: umm.....hm. How about this: one USE the other characters (you know, to a degree), but not control their thoughts also. That was about the only problem I had with your scene - but you did a good job.
Okay - I guess I'll write now.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 14, 2007 17:32:29 GMT -5
Morgan shivered in the yellowed lantern-light. Lightning flared in the distance closely followed by thunder and he hastily worked his way inside the saloon. He entered the main room just as a man dressed in an odd fashion, all in black, went up the staircase just behind two men carrying an unconscious load between them. "Aha," he growled to himself. And yet he decided not to follow. Instead he felt around his pockets for some change and made a bee-line for the bar.
I have to go work the church kitchens - to be continued!
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Post by Frodo on Feb 20, 2007 19:06:05 GMT -5
Morgan drank two glasses, and settled back happily, not a little bleary-eyed. He was just beginning to murmur to himself when a fiery-haired girl rushed out of the saloon and rode out of sight on a big black and white horse as if being chased. Moments later, a cowboy with a bandage around his head came roaring down the stairs as if he were being chased. And finally, the strange man all dressed in black returned to the main floor, as pensive as ever. "Wish I knew what was going on," Morgan said to the wall.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 25, 2007 22:06:13 GMT -5
"Me too," the wall growled back.
Morgan rubbed an ear staring. "Beg your pardon?" he said. "I said I wish I knew what was going on too," said the wall grumpily. "But the only time I get to actually think is long after dark, when everyone's gone...hey - hey where are you going?" Morgan abruptly turned away, and grabbing a lantern from the table behind him, suddenly decided it was the perfect time to go home.
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Strider
World Famous Butt Scratcher
I once killed a man with a newspaper. It wasn't even rolled up.
Posts: 85
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Post by Strider on Nov 6, 2007 16:03:14 GMT -5
OOC:Wow I totally forgot we had started this! lol We didn't get very far huh?
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Post by Frodo on Nov 19, 2007 0:24:13 GMT -5
Noooo.... I'd forgotten all about this. It's a shame we're all so A.D.D.....
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