Last of the Cowboys (OOC)

poohlive

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This is just a small set-up for a Wild West thread I have been contemplating. The idea is centered around a West town, in the last 1890's. Near the turn of the century the cowboy life was begining to die off.

So, this is a last run, more or less. A final urge of the old ways, before technology and the new world take away the old life they once knew.

There is a small town of Keystone, somehwere in the Midwest. It was once a great prosperous town that had many settlers go through it, cavalry and cowboys kept it booming until about ten years ago, when it all dried up. Now the town is just a trickle of itself.

It has around 50 people total. There is a sheriff, obviously, and a deputy. A local store merchant, who has seen better times, a jolly inn owner that will still give you a decent meal despite how things are. A short balding banker with half rimmed spectacles, a stern but fair men that counts every penny. A blacksmith, a lumber mill, and of course a church up on the hill.

Most of the families that live here are farmers or ranchers. There are a few cowboys that still come in from time to time, and that is where we start off. In this little lazy town of Keystone that is about to be turned upside down.

At the moment I'm going to be playing one of the farmhands at one of the ranches. A young and naive man, Carl. He is new to town, and lucky to find the job.

Just about everything else is left open for whatever you want to create. You can be a townsperson, a farmer, one of the maids at the inn.... or the inn owner yourself if you want. Whatever characters don't get made, I will just NPC so we can move things along easier.

And, that's all. Any questions just ask. If not, post some characters, some ideas, and then in a day or so, we can begin our adventure.


List of characters so far:

poohlive ~ Carl (works for Elizabeth Walton ~ hired hand)

blackopal19 ~ Mary Beth (maid/servor ~Inn)

Daisymell ~ Samantha (Sam) Mackland ~ (Sherriff)

shadowoftheheart ~ Chris Murphy ~ (former gunfighter/turned farmer)

KoolAid ~ Reuben Hanson ~ (Banker)

Sinfully_yours ~ Biranna Callahan ~ (owns Blazing C ranch)

JokerWild ~ John ~ (BlackSmith)

RedHairedandFriendly ~ Elizabeth Walton ~ (runs sheep/dairy farm)

Babette_____ ~ Star Dixon ~ (Saloon girl/Dancer/Hooker)

Tseranc ~ Seamus Cormac ~ (Gambler)

caela ~ Arianna (Ari) Wilson ~ (General Store owner)

DVS101 ~ Captain Kyle Richards ~ (US Army Cavalry)

Joe Schmoe ~ Winston Patterson ~ (Drifter)

moshman ~ Eric Nikolei ~ (Blacksmith)

Sweetp4u ~ Alexandra (Alex) Moore ~ (Bounty Hunter)




Short list of NPC's played by Poohlive:

Barney Fife ~ Deputy sheriff. He can be around town, but if youneed him, go to the jailhouse. He checks in there all the time.

Dennis Richards ~ Mayor, has an office in town, home is only a few houses away... he is there in the evenings

John Smith ~ Card shark, can usually be seen in the saloon, shuffling a deck.

Lisa Duncan ~ Bank Teller. Is always at the bank.

Red ~ Bartender. He's always at the bar (big surprise) and every so often back in the kitchen cooking.
 
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Mary Beth
18
black hair, br eyes, of obvious native american descent., slim and youthful
occupation: maid/servor at the inn.

story:

Mother was a Lakota, her father a white rancher, who's ranch is doing poorly so she has taken a job up at the Inn to earn some extra money. She's rather independant, can have a feirce temper.
 
Sherriff Samantha "Sam" Mackland
26

Blond almost white hair, tan skin, blue eyes and tall a little over 6 ft
slim muscular build

She is a friendly person as long as you stay lawful in her town
She got the job from her father who recently passed on and she was
his deputy. She owns his gun and has his picture over her desk.

She follows the law to the letter. She doesn't drink or smoke and rarely wears
dresses or skirts. Other than that she goes to church regularly and reads a lot.
She is highly intelligent and is usually answering any question for the townsfolk she can.
 
(A slight departure for me, but that's OK :D)

Chris Murphy.

Age 45

Short brown hair, scraggly, unshaved face.
Pale blue eyes

Occupation: Former gunfighter, now trying to go 'straight.' He owns a small farm near town, but is finding the life of a single farmer unsatisfying.

Story: Chris is a killer. No, not a former killer, a killer. You don't give that up: it's in the blood. He hung his gun up last year when he was a hair slower than the man across the street from him. How the bullet missed killing him, he never knew, but he swore that day to give up gunfighting.

He bought this farm about three months ago, and has hired a few hands to help. The life is unsatisfying, so a few days ago he began practicing with his Colt .45 again. He doesn't wear his gun right now, but secretly hopes the old days will return so he can once more.

He goes into town to buy supplies, and of course to look for a wife. He hasn't found anyone that meets his (unrealistic) set of expectations, but he keeps looking.
 
This looks great so far. An incredible group of people, and very diverse. I was going to be sad if we had like 10 old cowboys still trying to relive their youth...

But, this is wonderful.

Please, keep it coming. We need more.
 
Hey this looks good, give me time to think of a character, and storyline for him, but i am very interested
Blue
 
Name: Reuben Hanson

Occupation: Banker. Owns the deeds for most of the ranches/farms in and around Keystone. In addition, many of the businesses owe him money. Owns the Keystone Banking and Trust Company on Main Street. Though the town is dying, he is constantly looking for some deal in which to get the inside track. He projects himself as a fine upstanding citizen, but does tend to be shady, and always writes the mortgage contracts to his benefit. Though none of the women involved would admit it, he has been known to trade sexual favors for loan extensions or in lieu of payments.

Early 40s, average height, with receding hairline.


Reuben Hanson walked down the plank wood street with a definite purpose to his gait. He had a message for a young lady in town, and she wasn't going to like it.

"Good morning sheriff." He greeted, tipping his hat at the firm looking young woman walking in the opposite direction. "Nice day, isn't."

"Yes it is." She replied with a cursory smile, but not stopping to talk further.

"Good thing this is a peaceful town." Though Reuben. "What in the world would a woman sheriff do if it wasn't"

Soon he approached his destination; the town hotel. He had heard that Mary Beth had recently started working there, and it was a good thing too. Somebody had better start earning some real money or there was a ranch that would soon be his. He stepped inside and looked around, spying her exiting the dining area.

"Hello Mary Beth." He called.

She stopped and turned toward him with a glareful look, without acknowledgement. Reuben approached, scanning her body with a subtle leer.

"I thought maybe your daddy taught you better manners. I spoke politely to you. You should have at least spoken to me." He quickly changed his deameanor from scolding to a fatherly conciliatory attitude. "Well I guess you're a little nervous...here in town and all." He pulled an envelope from an inside coat pocket and handed it to her.

"Give this to your daddy young lady. And you should know that if its not returned with the payment due, you and your family will have to start packing."

He turned around and started walking toward the door, but swung back toward her just before leaving.

"Now lassie, I'm a reasonable man, and I really don't want that ranch, but business is business. You should understand that.
 
Mary Beth glared at the man as entered the hotel. She nearly tore the envelope from his hand, and through down the rag she had been holding instead.

"You wont get our ranch, Mr Hansen. I guess I just dont understand greed. You'll see. Papa has a fine new bunch of foals this fall that he'll get a good price for."

She stood there defiantly, her mother's Lakota heritage making her stubborn and proud.

But inside she was scared. She knew just how close her family was to losing the ranch.
 
"You wont get our ranch, Mr Hansen. I guess I just dont understand greed. You'll see. Papa has a fine new bunch of foals this fall that he'll get a good price for.
"

Reuben stood silent for a moment, the sunlight piercing through the open door highliting his face.

"Good." He finally said. "Good. Then why don't you bring the payment in for him next Monday? I'll be in my office." He turned around and walked out.
 
Daniel St John Richardson.
Age 42, hair black, 6 feet, dark brooding eyes
English aristocrat.

Had to leave England after being caught in an embarassing situation with a servant girl and his brother`s wife. Receives an annual family income from the estates in England, and has purchased the town`s main hotel, Maginty`s.

Ten years previously it had been the towns whorehouse, known as Maginty`s Pussy Parlor, although it is now known locally as "the parlor", it has gained a little more respecrability.
If Daniel had his way, it would be a whorehouse again, with him sampling all the goods as bossman.
 
Yes, save it for a little bit guys. The IC is coming soon enough. Don't worry.
 
"Mr Hanson, there's a lady waiting to speak to you." Called Lisa Duncan, as Reuben walked back into his bank. Lisa was his personal secretary, an attractive woman, late twenties, with a lot of amibition; so much so that the other bank employees considered her a suckup, and were very careful about what they said or did when she was nearby.

"Who is she?"

"Mrs Davidson."

"Oh yes, give me a couple of minutes and send her into my office."

A slight smile crossed his face while searching the Davidson files. The loan was due in a few days, and somehow he doubted that she was there with the payment.

"Come in." He said after the knock. "Good morning Mrs Davidson. Very nice to see you. Please, have a seat."

With a troubled and tight smile, Beverly Davidson took the offered seat.

"Now, what can I do for you today? Your payment is not due til next week, but we can certainly accept it early."

"Well, Mr. Hanson..I"

"Call me Reuben.. please."

"I guess I should come right out and say it, Mr....uh...Reuben. We have had some bad luck lately."

"Yes, I heard, and I want you to know I'm very sorry. I understand Tom is paralyzed from the waist down now."

"That's right, and the medical bills have wiped us out, and since Tom can't work, we lost a lot of the crop."

The banker stood up, walked around his desk, and sat on its edge, just in front of her.

"So, what are you telling me Beverly?"

"Isn't it obvious? We need more time?"

Reuben walked back around his desk, and pretended to study her papers.

"Well my dear. I don't usually give this kind of consideration, but I'm not a heartless man. I could give you another couple of months...if we could work out something to the benefit of us both."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Tom is paralyzed below the waist, and you're still a young woman."

"Sir! You go to hell!" She stood up and rushed toward the door.

"I understand how you feel, but just think about it. After all, what would you and Tom do without a roof over your head?"

Beverly's vision became clouded with tears as she walked out of the bank, but not before stumbling over Lisa's desk.
 
Who shall I play?

Brianna Callahan
32 years old
Still a virgin
runs her father's Ranch the "Blazing C" after he was killed for not paying his gambling debts.

She is opionated, bull headed and independent. A very bad mix. She has managed to make the Blazing C into a very profitable Ranch. she wears mens clothes because she works just like her Hands to keep the ranch up and running. but at nights she makes them dinner and they all sit together in the ranch house to eat.

AD: WANTED: Ranch hands. Please contact Miss Brianna Callahan at the Blazing C ranch.
 
Meeting Beverly

"I understand how you feel, but just think about it. After all, what would you and Tom do without a roof over your head?"

Beverly's vision became clouded with tears as she walked out of the bank, but not before stumbling over Lisa's desk.
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Brianna Callahan
Owner of the Blazing C Ranch
_______________

Brianna picked up her skirts and rushed through the dusty streets. She hated wearing a dress but she was going into town to deposit some money into her account. Her aunt Mildred from England had sent her, her montly allowance from her father's estate there. she smiled at a few passerbys as they waved to her. She would yell a greeting once in a while. she stopped to play tag with a bunch of street kids before making her way over to the bank puffing for air. She really should stop playing those kinds of games bu tshe coulnt resist.

She was almost in the door of the bank when she slammed into someone coming the other way.

"Oh," she gasped trying to right herself and reaching out to make sure the woman she had just crashed into her didnt fall either, "I am terribly sorry! I guess I was not looking where I was going! Oh my you are crying!" she reached out and handed the woman her handkerchief, "you really shouldnt cry dear, such a beautiful face." she did not know why but she felt as though she had to make this woman smile. It was such a beautiful day out, "Whatever it is, it cannot be that bad can it? Oh where is my manners? I am Brianna callahan."
 
this is an Out Of Context thread (OOC)

So why I wonder are people writing the story, before the IC has started?
 
Name: John
Age: 25
Apperance: 5'8, gray eyes, tanned skin from traveling, brown short hair, slightly built.
BlackSmith

A free-spirit who doesn't stay in one place too long, he's seen his share of gun fights, women, and death. But he doesn't talk about it, he came to the town two years ago and found that it was the one place he actually felt at home so to his disbelief he stayed and began a blacksmithing business.

A somewhat silent man he's known for helping out others when they're down and out. The people who do know him know that he's made a lot of money but he doesn't live like many of the rich folks around their way, he owns a simple house, big but not marvelous and a few acres of farm land.

He was once married and the deputy of the town he used to stay in, but when his wife died from bearing his child who he left with the mother's sister and began traveling. He wears dark pants, a white shirt but probably looks black because of his working in it and boots. He doesn't carry a gun unless he has reason to.
 
So why I wonder are people writing the story, before the IC has started?

Speaking for me, because he didn't know any better. He thought characters came in and wrote themselves in as they saw fit, but only just realized that is not the case. In his defense though, he has written nothing in (other than one recrprocated exchange) but his own creations in order to establish his character, but no real story has begun. Sorry for my error.
 
panties in a twist

Speaking for me, I had the idea so I wrote it down..it can be copied and pasted in the right place
 
Ohhhh! I finally get it. OOC threads are started to create the characters and settings. Later, the story begins on another thread. Right? Of course, I still may have it wrong.
 
Well, the OOC is mainly for anything other than the story itself. It's useful information to get the story started and keeping it going. This is anything from what a character looks like, to what job they have, if they're going to do a certain thing, or be a certain area.


I'm going to give this one more day and then post the Thread. Glad to see everyone's doing so well, and this is such a turnout
 
Can't wait to get this one started. Looks like people have some good ideas, and very interesting characters. Lots of potential for fun and mayhem. *gryn*
 
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