OOC, Casting Call; Extreme Western Horror

[Quiet_Cool]

Okay, this is another one from the Anyone interested...? thread.
The concept here is that, in the Old West, something has taken root, causing the dead to rise from their graves and stalk the living. There will be more than just zombies--lots more, I'm sure--, but what else exactly hasn't been decided upon just yet.
If you like the idea, then sign up here. We'll clarify what we're doing as it develops.

 

[PmTick]

I'm in.

 

[Kelson]

I guess I'll try it

 

[Khadgar]

"Sadle up, Lock and Load." - Data

 

[Firesprite]

Count me in.. I enjoyed the mystic west - this is similar to that but more horror/evil?

 

[Guest]

I'll try anything once.

I'm in, if you'll have me. I'm more sci-fi and fantasy usually, not much for horror, but with the group of writers you've already had volunteer, this is gonna be to good to miss. I'm in.

 

[Arc da Rat]

Hmm ... I like the group of writers we have here ...

This sound promising ...

 

[SpectralDragoon]

Name: Billy Theed
Age: Mid 40's Height: 5'9"
Eyes: Gray Weight: 165 lbs. or so
Hair: Dusty Blonde


Description, given by a local sitting in the "The Spike Saloon":

Now, Ole Billy Theed ain't one you nor I would want to meet up with behind the stables on a dark night. Nope. Why's that ya ask? He's plum crazy! That man ain't right in the head. See, the older people round here might remember a certain day, long ago. Story has it that Billy was workin in that there mine down along Willa (willow) Creek one hot 'n sweat afternoon, not too differnt from this one here. *The local wipes the sweat from his brow with a bandana and takes a swift hit of whiskey to wet his whistle*

The boys out there with 'em, Travis Malcom and Gene Wilder were outside gettin a cool drink from the creek. Then all the sudden, as they tells it, there's a rumble like, ya know, in tha groun', like the Sante Fe 696 was comin through! Travis 'n Gene said what happen'd next skered the shit out of 'em. They ain't never heard nothin like that in them simple lives they said. Some hollern and wailin like some devil come straight from the firesa hell! There was a small cave in, poor ole Billy was caught inside. He screamed his head off for 'bout 10 minutes, didn't shut up, fired all his shots from the colt he carried fer rattlers 'n such. Then alls the sudden he just stop, they didn't hear nuthin more from 'em.

Now, the thing is... *he stops to take another shot of whiskey*

When Travis 'n Gene pulled them rocks away from the mine. Ole Billy Theed wernt there, hell no! That's the thing, lemme tell you! They looked all round down Willa Creek, along the bluffs, ain't seen a sign a nuthin, 'cept some weird scratchin marks inside the mine. Everyone kept that day hush hush for two weeks, Gene and Travis just sayin there been a horrible accident, and poor Billy was dead.

Thing is, after that two weeks, ole Billy Theed stumbled into town an fell on his face. He weren't the same, looked sickly. Was too, not just in body, but in sick in the head. Yep...you'll find him most days, sittin over in that there corner with a bottle. He don't talk much, just as well I guess. After he game back, Gene and Travis were made out to look a bit suspicious yanno. They gave ole Billy their share of whatever they found down there. S'only right I guess. We all give Billy Theed 'bout the space ya'd give a wild buffalo on tha stam-pede, yessir, and you should too.

 

[SpectralDragoon]

Don't ask me what the hell that was. I'm not quite sure! Just kinda came out. If its something everybody wants to use as some background, go for it. If whoever is running this game wants to use it as one of the supernatural events, do it! If you wanna ignore it, no problemo.

 

[poohlive]

Deputy Bernard Fife
26 year old gangly scarecrow of a man, which pursed fish lips and wide brown eyes. A little high strung, but somehow gets the job done.
Hasn't been much trouble as of late, but that's all about to change.

 

[Guest]

Dr. Josiah Colt

OOC: Dragon, I like the idea.

Name: Josiah Elbert Colt
Age: about 35
Eyes: Green/gray
Hair: Brown, graying at the sideburns and temples.
Hieght: 5'10
Weight: 180 lbs
Occupation: Dentist/Doctor

Description: as given by Thomasina Gilbert. local whore and girlfriend of Dr. Colt

So's, ya wanna hear about Doc Colt. Well Doc Colt is a cousin of that famous gunmaker Samuel Colt. Doc Colt became a dentist and moved west trying to make a name fer himself. Well he settled here and opened his own practice. Things were rollin' along fine and dandy until the day a gambler by the name o' Jenson rode into town. Doc Colt and this Mistah Jensen got inna pokah game and Doc Colt took his money.

Goes widout sayin', Mistah Jensen didna take kindly to havin' his money takin'. So's Mistah Jensen called old Doc out 'cusin' (Accusing) him a cheatin' at cards. Ah'd never seen Doc use a gun befer that, but he stepped out onto main street and he had himself a gun. He went ahead and shot Mistah Jensen dead right thar in the street. Mistah Jensen nevah got his gun drawn. One shot right through Mistah Jensen's heart. Doc checked him out, said he's dead. Afta that, Doc never had a quiet day. Nevah got no peace and quiet. Gunfighters were alway comin' 'round lookin' to take on the man who killed Mistah Jensen. 'Parently, Mistah Jensen was rather famous with the gun. Ah never heard a him, but peoples talk ya know?

Doc's made himself a real livin' at gunfightin' now though. Each time a new gunfighta comes inta town, Old Doc opens the books and starts takin' bets. It's an odd thing, a man bettin' on his own death. Very odd.

 

[Khadgar]

i got the impression from the ideas thread that we WERE the evil critters, is that true? i'm good for it either way

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity Dowling

Age 27
Height 5'4
Occupation Dress Maker

Description as given by William H. Bonney, Editor of the local paper, EvenTimes

Yeah Ah know a few things about that lassie. She's still a bit of a stranger in these here parts even though shes been here these five years or more. I hear tell she came through from one of the big cities. Never did find out which one. There's been some folk gossiping around here since that husband of hers up and died. That was Grant. Mean sonofabitch. Felt sorry for the girl. Not many were sad to see that one go.

Strange things happend around that time.. They recon some of the dead got up and walked not long after - thats a whole other tale, but that Felicity, she sure has guts, I give her that. I was in the saloon one day and Grant was there. Bragging! not that he had much to brag about but he was bragging that Felicity was a whore back in the city and that he'd brought her from the Madam of her house. Says she was high priced too.

Now don't get me wrong, I respect that lill lady and how she's managed to keep going since Grant died, but I've eyes in my head. I've seen men go into her shop, stay for a while and come out with no party dress for their wives. If what Grant says was true, I think she may be having another business on the side, ya know what I mean. The girls up at the saloon wouldn't like it one little bit if she is though. Doesnt pay to step on a whores toes.

Anyways, after the fuss with the dead rising, she took up for a while with Statler. I'm sure there was something more to the story there too, but they've kept it hush hush. He taught her to be a crack shot with her pistols though.

Well Mister, you gonna tell me why you want to know?



if anyone wants to be William H. Bonney, feel free

 

[Arc da Rat]

OOO ... them character sound so good ... Ah recon that ah should post sumthin' ... soon ...

*too much west & southern accents*

Heh Heh

 

[Khadgar]

hmm.... i donno about the southern accent, i'll take a wild western accent though lol but i don;t want to do any char making unless i know if we're undead or alive

 

[Firesprite]

I don't know who's undead, but I am alive and kicking!

 

[SpectralDragoon]

lol

And alive and kicking is very good Firesprite

I dunno if the players are supposed to be alive or dead. I'm probably not going to play that guy I posted up there, just thought maybe someone could use him, or maybe as an NPC.

 

[Khadgar]

damnit, then why'd you post him??!?!

 

[SpectralDragoon]

I dunno, to spur on some imagination?
Nobody had posted any story particulars yet, thought maybe it'd be useful. *shrugs*

 

[Guest]

Well, I think the final word on which characters we're going to play, living, dead or undead, should be left to QC, He created the thread. It's his Idea. Quiet Cool, what's the judgement???

My opinion, as if it matters, is playing a zombie just doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun to me, especially if ALL the players are playing zombies. Aren't zombies usually rather brainless. Caring only about death and destruction and usually, in this world, doomed to failure? I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't look forward to playing a zombie. A werewolf or somesuch, maybe, but not an undead zombie.

If some writers WANT to play the bad guys, I encourage that, but not all of us. I just don't like writing a story about creatures killing people and destroying a town.

What if we win?? Do we move on to the next town??
What if we loose?? Do we committ character suicide one at a time as the game goes on??

 

[Khadgar]

lol of course! it is all up to QC

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dead or undead...

that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind...
Oops, sorry, wrong speech.

Anyway, my initial intent was to have us play human character and have us working as a team (?) against the evil forces. It seemed to me that having someone play the undead parts would paint us into a corner where we'd have to explain why they're there, and why do that if we don't have to, at least right away. That is always up for discussion, as we haven't even begun the thread, nonetheless decided on a direction.
If you guys want to play werewolves and vampires, DI2 is always around (well, for now it is). The more the merriers there.
That's just my take...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Character Profile

Name: Statler (only known as Statler)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Profession: Gambler/Gunfighter

Description: (as explained by Gabby Johnson; a local farmer)
"Reh roo men ga nunny....?
Hmmmm...reh roo men ga nunny...?
Ahhh, men ga nunny reh roo go talla habba deb roo nuh jolla hebna goo rah. Gonna reb da rooner do neb reh roo ga nunny."

Description: (As interpretted by Reanne Johnson, Gabby's wife)

*blink; shrug* "I bin marr'd to the man for fity-tree years and still dun know for sure that he said 'yes' at the weddin."
Gabby: Reh-reh!

Reanne: But I think I mind the man yah're talkin' bout. Statler, d'ya say? Yessir, he one a them there gamblers, and he's shot a man er two in the streets ta boot as ah recall. A quiet man, keep to hisself, at least roun'ere he does. He leaves and comes back now'n gen, stays at the Inn, though they says his bed is never unmade, and some's seen im comin' from the taylor shop at times. He knows that lil'missy that runs it all too well, they says. He comes and goes prob'ly twice a year, stays fer a month er so, I reckon. He don't seem a bad fella' but I wouldn't wanna cross him, specially on that there card table...



Sorry about Gabby Johnson, but a western thread needs a little Blazing Saddles flashback now and again.

 

[PmTick]

I will post a character soon. QC statler was your charcter in Mystic West right? Good to see him back, I always liked that name.

Playing a zombie may be interesting if it's done in an intersting way. For example, QC had a pretty tight Frankenstein thread a couple of months ago where I had a character that revealed himself as a zombie towards the end of the thread. If you do it in a refreshing and creative way, it may be good.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity is also from the Mystic West thread. If any of her "history" needs revising, just let me know.

QC - glad to see Statler back, didn't know he was going to be back in town


**wondering if anyone noticed who William H. Bonney who told Felicity's story actually is - if anyone wants to take him then go ahead, but if not, I might use him as a secondary/possibly expendable character if no-one objects**