Realistic or Modern The Outlaws-IC

[Bellz]

The Sun was just beginnin’ to set in the West…

Ole’ Tucks Saloon

”Now now Freddie, I can’t help ya if you can’t pay for that drink, ya know how it goes. Taxes to pay or the Landlord will slay.” Winona sang to the drunken old fool at the corner of the bar. He was a regular and just because he was, he thought he could get away with just about everything. ”I mean it, I’d be careful, they may not take too kindly to me missing my taxes.” She said, her expression appeared worried as she polished a wet beer mug with a cloth. The old man grumbled her way and flicked a gold coin her way, which she reached out and caught easily. ”Thank ya kindly, sir, ya have a good night now.” She drawled before turning around a shoving the gold coin in her pocket. Her foot tapped along with the piano player who was playing in the far corner of the Saloon. She had been enjoying the music and hummed to herself joyfully. That was however, until the Saloon doors slammed open with a powerful kick, causing the piano player to halt in his tune and turn towards the ruckus. Winnie’s beautiful smile faltered into a frown of displeasure as she turned to see who caused such a disturbance in her saloon. Turning towards the doors, her frowned deepened and she shook her head slightly as her hand went to her pistol resting on her hip in its holster. ”You have a lot of nerve showin’ up in this Saloon darlin’”


It had been a minute since she last spoke with her older brother. Neither of them being on good terms, it was hard to stand him for more than a few seconds at a time. ”Funny, I didn’t realize the waste I had thrown out a little bit ago grew legs.” Her eyes looked to Wes and a malicious smirk formed on her lips. ”Come to collect the debts hmmm? Seems like someone’s already been taken care of.” Winnie nodded her head towards the other end of the bar, having noticed that a man had been out for quite a while, clearly not blacked out drunk and not sleeping. ”A little late it seems like.” Her eyes stared at the still man a moment longer before rolling her eyes at her brother.

”What are you doing here? Really? I have a business to run and people to serve and I can’t have you scaring away all the business because you are the big bad tax man. “ Winnie grumbled before turning to walk out of the bar area to assist some of the Saloon girls a moment. Returning moments later, Bonnie was right behind her holding a few dirty mugs and such. ”Winnie, we should really invest in someone who can clean the rooms upstairs…men…so dirty.” She said and shook her head as she placed the mugs down on the counter. Her eyes turned to see Wes before offering a seductive smile and a wave, ”Here for a good time, sugar? Or is this more of a business visit. If it is, I can certainly make my business, your business.” Bonnie purred Wes’ way before Winnie snapped her fingers at the red headed woman. ”Don’t waste your time with him, he won’t pay.” Bonnie pouted slightly at this and sighed, ”Worth a shot…See you around.” Bonnie sauntered back towards the stairs which lead to the private rooms upstairs.

Misty Gray Enzyme ReverseTex neverbackdown Shadow Svadilfari Shireling myst.erion SandraDeelightful MechanicalSnake (I think this is everyone!This first chapter is strictly for relationship building and such so don’t feel obligated to post right away. I do have some drama in the works but it will be slowly planted around.)


( Misty Gray , if you want to post your rebel babe first that would probably be best to get Jed started somewhere.)

 

[Misty Gray]

Wesley Earl Tuckers​

Wesley didn't like it when people didn't pay up and the fact he was having to hunt down one non-paying low-life had put him in a bad mood for the afternoon. However, he'd received a tip-off that the man in question was seen heading to Ole' Tucks Saloon - the business that was rightfully Wesley's! But that was a complaint for later. Right now, he had his mind set on taking the payment which was due and the fact the man could afford to purchase alcohol but not pay taxes only angered him more.

As he approached the saloon, Wesley looked behind him, sure some of the Rattlers wouldn't be too far, especially as some of them seemed to frequent the saloon. For now, he was more than happy to deal with the guy in his own way. He enjoyed watching the vermin squirm. He paused and took a moment to enjoy the sound of the piano being played inside. Once he was satisfied, he raised his leg and booted open the saloon doors. The surprise caused the piano player to stop what he was doing. "Hm. I was enjoying that..." Wesley mumbled.

He looked to the bar and saw Winnie staring towards him with a deep frown on her face. A smirk crossed his lips as he approached her, his hand instinctively hovering to his hip, next to the holstered gun he was carrying with him. He stood tall at the other side of the bar, his smirk fading to a cold frown. "Considering this place is rightfully mine, I would say you're the one with the nerve. Real damn nerve to be standing where you are. Father had clearly lost his mind."

Wesley returned her smirk as she referred to him as waste that had grown legs. He rested one arm on the bar as he turned slightly to follow his sister's gaze to the dead man at the end of the bar. "What is it with people around here conducting business of mine?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked back to Winnie. "I guess that's one less to worry about. Although, I had been looking forward to dealing with him myself," he mused aloud. He was annoyed. He'd been looking forward to putting an end to the guy's life and then still collecting from him. He briefly looked around the saloon to see if any of the Rattlers were present and if they'd been the ones to "collect" without him.

"What am I doing here?" he repeated Millie's question. "I grew up here and I was the one taking care of this place whilst you were spoon feeding our decrepit father. Plus, I've got a thirst for some fine whiskey," he said, eyeing the bottles to signal that his sister should serve him the drink. "If they're paying their taxes, there's no need for the customers to be scared," he reasoned, a darkness flickering in his eyes.

Wesley turned his attention to Bonnie and a flirtatious smile was briefly evident on his face. He casually leaned back against the bar as he listened to her question. "It was business, but now it's displeasure," he answered her. He then cocked his head to the side to motion towards Winnie. "The little madam behind the bar is correct. I won't pay. When I take you to bed, it'll be because you want me to. Not for takings," he remarked. He then watched the attractive woman as she walked away. Eventually, he turned back to Winnie and raised an impatient eyebrow. "Where that whiskey?" he asked.

Bellz (Winnie, Bonnie) + anyone else present

 

[Shireling]

Oliver Rehnquist​

At the far end of the bar, Oliver sat nursing his second glass of whiskey and silently thinking to himself while he smoked a short cigar. When Wesley walked in, he turned to look at him for just a few moments before turning back to his glass. He had paid his taxes, but he figured the snake was down here looking for tax dodgers. Oliver shrugged his grey uniform coat over his shoulders and pulled his Stetson down a bit more over his eyes to cover his face. He didn't plan on staying much longer, and to be honest he didn't like spending too much time in saloons. The music was always too loud for his taste and he hated seeing saloon women in skimpy outfits, but at least Winnie was honest enough not to water down his drinks. He understood that he engendered little sympathy around here, being a successful breeder and horse rancher, alongside being a former rebel cavalryman, and furthermore Thomas would be upset with him if he waited too long to get home.

He glanced in Winnie's direction, downed his glass of whiskey, and tapped the counter for one more.

Bellz (Winona)

 

[ReverseTex]

Silas
Being of his skin color had many obvious disadvantages to the common eye, but right now it did him will... Silas currently sat at a table in the shadowed part of saloon, close to the piano and far from the bar. It was always a challenging task in itself to find a seat that was both away from people, and that still allowed the barmaid to see him...

Sipping his whiskey, Silas’s bronze-orbs studied the current showdown between the Tucker siblings. Despite being fairly knew to Coyote Point, he’d learn by now of the infamous feud, and most importantly never to mess with them when they did come in contact.

Slowly he removed a wad of cash from his inner coat pocket, and quietly thumbed out a few bills. Setting them in front of his protégée, he raised a amused eyebrow, then whispered. “My bet’s on Ms. Winona...”






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[Misty Gray]

Dakota Rose Daniels ​

The young woman cowered in the doorway of the boarded up old shop. Her pretty pink frock was by now covered in dirt from tripping over the trailing hem as she tried to flee to robbers. Better dirt than blood. The only person standing between her and three young men was a blonde woman, named Dakota Daniels. The woman aimed her shotgun directly between the legs of one of the men. "Come on,boys. It would be a shame for me to have to shoot and make such a mess. You're barely even out of puberty," she remarked. "You, with the bit of fluff above your top lip. That cash and necklace in your pocket belong to the nice lady behind me. Leave her things on the ground and then all three of you walk away. Fast. I'll be aiming this gun until I can no longer see your sorry arses."

The men did as they were told and soon enough rushed away, much to Dakota's relief. It was too public a place for her to go shooting the guys and she didn't want to get too messy. She propped the shotgun against a nearby barrel, then retrieved the lady's belongings from the floor. She approached her, crouching down to hand everything back to her. "You need to learn how to defend yourself. Maybe even invest in a gun. There's always going to be someone trying to take your stuff," she bitterly remarked. Her eyes fixed on the woman's pink dress for a time, her mind being cast back to how one of her sisters often wore that shade of pink too. Mina had been wearing one such dress the day Dakota returned home to see her dead with three bulletholes in her chest. Much of that dress had been turned red by the time Dakota arrived on the scene. She snapped out of her memories before she had chance to become angry or upset. She stood up straight and held out a strong hand to help the lady to her feet. "I suggest you get home and quick. The sun is setting and things will be much worse out here once it's dark," she warned her.

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Dakota hadn't been in Ole' Tucks Saloon for long, but she was already on her third shot of whiskey by the time one of the biggest jackasses in Coyote Point burst through the doors. She hated Wesley just as much as she hated the unseen Landlord and little more than she hated the Rattlers she'd crossed paths with in the past. It was difficult for her to hold her tongue when the man started throwing his weight around with the owner, Winnie. Dakota loved drinking the the saloon and the owner was a sweet woman who had always been friendly with her. However, Dakota's heroic instincts were beaten down as she reminded herself to stay well out of family disagreements and this was clearly a personal issue between the two siblings. Still, it amused her knowing Winnie had inherited the saloon over her brothers.

As she found herself with another empty shot glass, Dakota turned to look at the door. She hoped Jedidiah and John would be joining her for a drink and a talk that evening. There was rebel business to discuss, no doubt, but after another rough day she just needed to unwind.

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[Bellz]

Winona Tuckers

The way Wesley spat such horrible things at her made Winona frown with displeasure but something deeper shown in her eyes in that moment. The way he spoke of their father in such a manner was horrifying to her, having taken very good care of her beloved father until the bitter end. Her jaws set as she swallowed back the tears beginning to water in her eyes. Clearing her throat, she diverted her eyes towards the barrels under the bar before kneeling down, pretending to have something to do for a moment. She was always good at that...pretending. Revealing how much it hurt her to hear those words from her brother would only make her look weak. Around these parts, weakness wasn't tolerable. Taking a slow deep breath to compose herself, she noticed that her hands shook slightly, whether it was from rage or sadness was unclear to her. But she felt like punching something. After a long moment, she stood back up and smiled towards Oliver, having seen the tap moments prior. Grabbing a new glass, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had been drinking before pouring it into the glass and sliding it down the bar towards his direction. It slid near his hand and with a satisfied smile Winnie turned towards a few other customers, providing them with service first before turning back towards Wes finally. "Coming right up, Wes." Winnie said, her voice unusually sweet now as she moved towards the far left section of bar.

Knowing her brother's favorite whiskey, she had to step on a chair to get to the top shelf to pull it down. "Can't imagine anyone drinking this stuff, She said to her brother as she climbed back down. Turning her back to her brother and the customers sitting in front of her, she opened the bottle, grabbing a glass before pouring the whiskey inside. "This poisonous drink can't be enjoyable to anything other than snakes, but I guess that explains it." Slamming the glass down in front of him, she quickly turned back around and went to clear a few glasses off the counter from the empty spots at the bar. Grabbing a few glasses at a time, she moved down the bar. Picking up a beer mug, she held the handle between her fingers and reached for a napkin on the table. Grabbing it with a few free fingers, she headed over to place the dirty glasses in crates for washing later. Setting down the napkin, she noticed black ink now stained her fingers, causing her to turn the napkin over with interest.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the note to herself, Raise it 5% was what it said and she couldn't seem to make sense of it at first. Looking towards her brother, her eyes widened and she wondered if this was from the mysterious Landlord. Her eyes then looked to the spot at the bar and tried to remember who had been occupying the seat. Briskly making the short trip down the bar, she stopped in front of Wes and slapped down the napkin in front of him. "Raise taxes, by 5%! I can't be taxin' my customers that much for booze Wesley! On what merit does that Landlord have to tax us so much?!" She made a big scene to distract herself from what she was really thinking, what she was planning.
with: Wesley Misty Gray
mentions: Oliver Shireling ; Silas ReverseTex

Jedidiah Richards

"Goodnight Sheriff Grand, I hope you have good evenin'" Jed told the old Sheriff before tipping his hat towards him and heading towards the door. After a long day of patrolling, it was time to retire to the Saloon for a drink. The town was unusually quiet this sunset, normally during this time, the people of the town were out and about enjoying the area without the sun beating down ruthlessly on them. Moving towards the small stables that the Sheriffs office had, he smiled at his chocolate colored mare, Mud. untying her reins from the post, he gently rubbed her nose with his palm a moment before slipping his foot through one stirrup before swinging his leg over the side. He place his other foot through the second stirrup before getting a secure grip on the reins. Tapping his foot lightly against Mud's side, she turned around in the wide stable before they headed out towards the Saloon with a nice gallop

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Hopping off Mud with ease, he tied her reins to the posts along with the other horses on the side of the Saloon before entering the through the front doors. Listening to the familiar squeak of the doors as the pushed open with ease, his eyes searched for someone in particular. Luckily, her pretty face was staring straight at him now, making it easy to find her in the crowd tonight. Smiling widely, he tilted his hat in her direction before drifting towards her slowly, pushing through the crowd of drunken people but noticing how they stared so openly as he passed. Being the Deputy Sheriff had its downfalls, this was a main example, no one could seem to have fun around him without worrying about being placed under arrest. "Evenin' Ms. Dakota." He said in a deep voice to the Rebel leader. His eyes looked to hers briefly before he looked towards the bar, noting the tension around him. Sitting on the bar stool next to the bar, the man cleared his throat. "So uh...you...uh...want another drink?" He asked lightly, cursing himself for being such a fool around women. He turned his head to locate Winona. Spotting her with ease, he suddenly heard what she was beginning to shout at Wesley, the taxman and her older brother. Jed raised his eyebrow curiously and wondered what the woman was talking about, as far as he knew people were only being taxed 2%, as his paycheck certainly didn't reflect it being raised by 5. But as he looked at Winnie closely, he noticed the cream colored napkin with black ink all over it. The mysterious Landlord must have appeared. "Did you see him?" Jed asked Dakota suddenly, "The Landlord?"

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[neverbackdown]

Eva Lowe ​

Eva woken up early that morning and helped her father with the land, as she did most mornings before retiring to her room to clean herself up before facing the town to get the groceries. She sat on the bed and ran her hands down her face, she was sick of carrying on the act of the innocent villager but it was her best option to play. She had always been an insightful and curious girl but when the Landlord took over Eva, in a sense, had lost her innocence. She knew her safety lay in playing the innocent and sweet bystander especially since joining the rebels but she still hated the role.

In reality , it was like the Landlord had woken her, she was now able to see the true horror that lay in the world and she now had her eyes wide open to the horrors that was present everywhere, the unfairness, the cruelty and the violence. The bubble she had lived in was now brutally popped.

Eva eventually pulled herself together and thew on a long blue dress, putting a belt around her waist for fashion before looking herself over in the mirror. She brushed her hair back with her hand before putting on a smile which most people would class as a genuine , loving smile but was in fact a fake and somewhat patronizing smile. She nodded at herself as she urged herself to keep on the act before leaving her room, she gave her father a hug before leaving the house and making her way towards the town. Her father was a farmer and sadly was on his way out, being the only child Eva felt it was her job to move home and take care of him until his end. As much as she hated to think that he might die soon, she knew it was more of a fact than a thought and so moving in with him, was in her mind, a fair choice especially after what he had done for her during her life.

Eva eventually landed into the salon, her eyes scanned the premises as she approached, smile still present on her face. She knew to most people she seemed to be almost unnoticeable , sinking into the background almost, If only they knew what lay behind the exterior. She was a secret weapon towards the Landlord and for that she was proud however it was a secret kind of proud that no one outside the rebels knew lay there. Her eyes landed on Winona and Wesley standing at the bar, she had to suppress the eye roll at the tension between the two, it was horrible to see the tension that the two siblings had but she knew that the two didn’t see eye to eye and they hadn’t in a long while. Her eyes then landed on Dakota and Jedidiah near the bar, she decided against interrupting them right now and bit her lip before moving slowly towards the bar and ordering herself a whiskey.

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[Misty Gray]

Wesley Earl Tuckers​

Wesley could tell his words about their father had got to Winona, but his face remained cold on the matter. He had loved his father and was sad when the man died, but the man leaving the business to Winona had been a kick in the teeth. After all he'd done to help his father before and during his illness, he'd expected it to be acknowledged and for himself to be rewarded. He watched his sister as she regained her composure and got to work on serving him his usual drink. He folded his arms and leaned forward on the bar, turning his head to see the Deputy Sheriff enter the saloon and make his way towards the blonde woman at the bar. His paths had crossed with Dakota's on occasion and if there was one kind of woman he disliked, it was her. Loud-mouthed, cocky and not ladylike enough for his liking. He was certain her mouth would eventually be the death of her.

Wesley looked back to his sister and smirked when she spoke up about his choice of drink being poisonous and making the connection between him and snakes. "Perhaps my tastes are simply more acquired," he trailed off. He lifted the glass and knocked the drink back, quite enjoying the slight burning sensation as the whiskey ran down his throat.

He had only a moment's peace before Winona returned to him once again and placed the napkin down in front of him. He briefly glanced to it whilst listening to her speak of the taxes being raised by 5%. He looked around as the woman made a scene, questioning the Landlord's instructions like they would have any choice in the matter. Wesley stood up straight and looked back to his sister, digging his index finger into the centre of the napkin. "Well, if the Landlord wants it raising by 5%, I suggest you do exactly that." He glanced to the dead guy at the end of the bar. "Perhaps if everyone paid up as they should, the Landlord wouldn't need to ask for more. Really, we should all be blaming those who haven't been paying up for the increased taxes." Wesley covered his mouth with his hand for a moment, allowing a brief cough to escape him. There was a slight feeling of sickness that overcame him, but nothing he couldn't shrug off.


Bellz (Winnie) + anyone else present

Dakota Rose Daniels​

Dakota sent Jed a happy smile when she saw him enter the saloon and make his way towards her. Finally, a someone who could hopefully distract her from wanting to snap at Wesley in Winona's defence. "Evening, Deputy. I do hope you're not here to arrest me. Whatever they said I did, it wasn't me. She just looked a lot like me," she joked. She noticed Jed had quickly managed to pick up on the tension around them but he soon moved on to offer her a drink. She sent him a reassuring nod and a smile when he offered her a drink. There were so many cocksure men around town that she found his slight awkwardness endearing. "Yes, please. I would love another drink," she accepted his offer.

Dakota followed Jed's gaze towards Winona. Her attention was briefly broken from it as she noticed both Eva and Oliver around the place, so sent them both a friendly smile. She then shot her focus back to the Tuckers, hearing talk of a tax increase. It had taken much convincing and encouragement to get Dakota to pay up the 2%, until she and the rebels were ready to fight back. But now a further increase pissed her off to no end. The sooner they fought back against the Landlord and the likes of the Rattlers, the better. She looked to Jed and quickly shook her head. "No. I didn't seem him. I've been too busy watching the two Tuckers argue. That Wesley is a first class prick," she remarked.

Bellz (Jed)

 

[im jess saying]

Ethyl Nan Conlee​

It wasn't until the daylight started to fade that Nan realized what time it was. She was completely lost in planning a lesson for the following day for the children. Luckily, she had just finished up her lesson and decided to head home. She walked around her classroom and tidied up for a new day of learning tomorrow. She smiled in anticipation for the next day, excited about the lesson she had planned. It was going to be a 'fun' lesson as her kids liked to call it. The lesson was about insects and their growing patterns. It was supposed to teach the children that different organisms grow differently and can often transform into a totally different organisms. Tomorrow she was gong to let her kids dig around in the dirt for insects. She knew she might get come complaints about the children she'll be sending home with dirty nickers and petticoats, but she thought the children needed to take a breather after the past few days of testing.

Nan gathered her things and headed out the door, locking the school house to protect it from the night. Books in hand, she walked back to her house, wanting to get there before night covered the town. Her house wasn't too far from the school house. She lived in town above the general store with her father. She's always loved living right in the center of town. When she was looking out her window as a child and watching her fellow towns folk walking around. Sometimes she would see scandalous acts happen at the local saloon, right across from them or watching the men walking around town wondering which one would be her future husband. She would still find herself thinking about such things. She was ready to settle down and become a wife and a mother. By the time her parents were her age, they were already married. Between teaching and managing the books at the general store, she was much too busy to court a man. I'm going to be the town spinster, she thought to herself.

When Nan approached the general store she balanced the books and tried to open the door, noticing it was locked. As she tried to get the door to open she dropped all her book on the ground and became frustrated. She knocked on the door and screamed, "Pa!" hoping that he was still around. She rolled her eyes when she realized he wasn't. "That old man locked me out again." She stated out loud. Luckily, he was a simple man and she knew exactly where he was.

Nan stomped over to Ole' Tucks in a huff, exhausted from her day and wanting to rest her feet. Hesitantly, she waked in through the doors. A girl like her wasn't seen around the saloon too often. Nan didn't drink like her father and proper women wouldn't be caught dead sitting at the bar with a cup of whiskey in her hand. Nan stepped inside and quickly located her Pa at the bar, in his usual spot. She walked past a few of the local towns folk and nodded toward the table where Dakota and Jedidiah were sitting, smiling at them to greet them. When she reached her father, she held her hand out waiting for him to hand her the key to the store.

"You locked me out again, Pa! You have to stop locking the door when you head out for the night." She said, obviously annoyed with him. She glanced over at Winona and Westley and greeted them with a polite. "Evenin'."

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William "Billy" Conlee
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As the night rolled into town Billy closed up shop. He knew it wasn't safe to be open at night. This blasted town had gone to the dogs and outlaws ran rampant at night. He rang up the few customers he had left and rudely ushered them out of the sore. He closed his doors to the public and flipped a sign that clearly stated the general store was "CLOSED". He restocked what needed restocking and dusted off the shelves in preparation for the next day. Billy decided to leave the book keeping to Nan because he was too old and too tired and in desperate need of a drink. It was finally his favorite part of the day.

Billy grabbed his hat from the coat hanger and put his leather vest on. He paused for a moment realizing it was almost dark and his daughter wasn't home yet. He got a little nervous but decided not to worry too much. He knew Nan burnt the midnight oil at the school house some nights coming up with a lesson for the children. He so admired his daughter for her hard work both as a teacher and helping him out around the general store. Billy was fixing to leave when he remembered a new shipment of cigars that just came in. He walked over, stuffed a few in his pocket, and headed out the door locking it before he left. He stated toward Ole' Tucks, his favorite place in town. He was excited for another night of whiskey and cigars.

Billy shuffled in through the door of Ole' Shucks and recognized everyone in the saloon. He'd been around since the start of this town. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He didn't bother greeting anyone at the tables as he walked by. He sat down on a stool at the bar and walked into the conversation the Tuckers kids were having. He was confused for a moment as they were talking about raising something up by 5%.

"Winona, Wesley." He said tipping his hat at the two of them. "What chu goin' on about?"

Just then he saw his daughter walk in. He was confused by the sight until she held her hand out and announced that he'd locked her out of the store. He chuckled and fished in his pocket for the key, handing it to her. "Nan, we gotta lock th' doors at night. This town ain't what it used to be." He said to her, turning his attention back to the Tuckers kids.

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[Bellz]

Winona Tuckers

A smirk formed on Winnie's face as she could see the slight discomfort in her brothers face. Despite the news that taxes were being raise, she was convinced that he would get what was coming to him...some day at least. Deep down, she loved her brothers, but both were about as enjoyable as being bitten by a rattlesnake. "Oh yes, blame those who simply can't afford to pay the ridiculous prices of your mediocre leader, please." She said to Wes before turning around to focus on the other paying customers. Smiling politely at Ethyl and William Conlee, "Good Evenin' to ya, the usual?" She asked before turning to grab their usual drinks before setting it in front of them. "Landlord decided to up our taxes 5%. Found a note written on a napkin at the bar. Tax man over there doesn't seem to be denyin' anything." Winona's jaw set at the fact that Wes hadn't denied it and instead tried to place blame on those who simply couldn't pay the extra taxes that came with everything. "You know what," Winona was about to make an announcement, but suddenly it was as if she was really listening to her surroundings, the piano was playing again, and she hardly noticed before now. "Timmy!" Winnie shouted to the piano player who stopped abruptly before staring at the bar owner with wide eye.

Standing up on the bar, she smiled to everyone inside. "Listen here! Tonight, all drinks are on the house!" Winnie announced to the crowd before everyone immediately cheered at the news of free drinks. Smirking as she climbed down from the bar, she smirked Wesley's way. "Looks like that 5% will have to wait to be collected till tomorrow." Turning back towards the counter where all the drinks were held, she rounded up some of her employees to help serve out free booze. The piano player started back up in his tune and this time around, Ole Tucks was back to its old perky self. Winona stepped out from the bar and out into the crowd, holding a tray of drinks in her hand. Anything to piss off her asshole of a brother and the landlord. Turning towards the Deputy Sheriff and Dakota, she placed two glasses in front of them. "I'll be damned if anyone pays 5% tonight." She admitted to them before turning towards others in the crowd.
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Jedidiah Richards

Jed rolled his eyes lightly and laughed as Dakota teased him about potentially being here to arrest her. He would never dream of it, in fact, she was the only one he would most likely let out of his jail cells. Listening to the two Tuckers argue was always a huge annoyance to Jed. He had to arrest both the siblings on accounts of violence because of their feuds. Neither of them could seem to settle their differences, which was a damn shame to him, if he had siblings he would want to get along with them. Watching them closely, he watched as Winona had a look in her eyes that showed she was up to something. Soon after that, she shouted to the piano player in the corner of the saloon to halt his tune and everyone in the bar seemed to silence themselves. The woman boldly stood on top of the bar and announced that all drinks would be on the house for the evening. This caused the crowd, including Jed himself to cheer at such news, always enjoying a free drink. The piano player resumed his happy tune and the whole Saloon seemed to become brighter in a sense. Turning to Dakota, he smirked at her. "Guess I don't have to buy you another drink now, what a relief." He placed a hand over this heart, looking as if he had really just dodged a bullet before laughing.

Having not addressed her comment about Wesley, Jed's eyes looked towards the man a moment. "And a deadly prick at that. Word around the office is that he carries out every single debt collection. We find the bodies all the time." He admitted to Dakota before turning back towards the blonde just as Winnie's voice was nearby. The bar owner set two drinks down in front of them before admitting to them that she would be damned if anyone had to pay the raised taxes tonight. This caused Jed to smile, always enjoying the woman's boldness when it came to defying the Landlord. Though he could think of another woman like that, who he would enjoy much much more. "I think its gonna be a good night, Kota. Free drinks, you can never go wrong with free drinks." He raised his glass to clink his with hers before taking a large gulp of it.
with: Dakota Misty Gray
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[Misty Gray]

Wesley Earl Tuckers​

Wesley shook his head before taking another drink from his glass, not put off in the slightest. He smirked as his sister berated him for putting the blame on those who couldn't afford to pay. If they were too weak or idle to earn some money, then they deserved to be punished for it. The Landlord had made the rules clear and he would collect, whether the people liked it or not.

"Good evening," Wesley politely returned Ethyl's greeting. He knew her as a teacher and a lady, by all standards. Unlike the lout, Dakota, who was perched further down the bar. "William," he flatly greeted the older man, who he had coined as a grumpy and angry person. More than likely because he didn't like paying his taxes.

Wesley allowed Winona to explain to the Conlees about the raised taxes. He shrugged his shoulders and showed no remorse for what they were being told. "The Landlord has spoken. Taxes have been increased and payments will be taken in light of the news. No exceptions," he clarified.

The man watched as his sister climbed up onto the bar and made her announcement that the drinks were free that evening. He caught her smirk as she climbed down from the bar. "Well, there will be no excuses tomorrow, will there? I hope they all enjoy their bit of fun and those who don't pay tonight will have no excuse for not paying tomorrow." He slammed his empty glass down and flagged down a bartender to refill his drink for him. He wasn't intending on paying anyway, so the free drinks made no difference to his own pockets.


Bellz (Winnie) im jess saying (Ethyl, William)

Dakota Rose Daniels​

Before Winona had even spoken up, Dakota was cheering her along at the action of climbing up onto the bar. She could see Wesley cringe at the sight of his sister drawing attention to herself, which only amused the rebel leader. Then when it was announced the drinks were free, Dakota cheered louder and drummed her hands on the surface of the bar. "Winnie's gonna regret letting me have free drinks. I've got a real thirst," she remarked. She then laughed as Jed mentioned his relief at not having to buy her another drink. "Oh, you'll just have to buy me two tomorrow!"

Dakota nodded her head when Jed noted that Wesley was deadly and suspected of being the cause of the murders the Sheriff's Department had to deal with. "The time to take him and his miserable band of fuckwits down is long overdue. The people can't continue to suffer..." Before she could further respond, Winnie handed them their drinks. "Thanks, darling," she said to her. "It always tastes better when it's free," she told Jed, hitting his glass with hers before taking a long drink from it. "This is going to be the best night," she agreed. Being in the company of friends and watching Wesley's displeasure brought on the best of feelings.


Bellz (Jed, Winnie)

 

[im jess saying]

William "Billy" Conlee​

Billy nodded when Winnie asked if he'll have the usual. He licked his lips in anticipation as she poured whiskey into a glass and then set it down in front of him. He took the entire glass in one gulp, praying for a buzz to get him to sleep tonight. After he finished, he set the glass down heavily and made a sigh of satisfaction. The whiskey burned his throat but it felt more like a nostalgic memory then a painful scald. He listened to Winnie's story about their "faceless leader" leaving a note on a napkin to raise the taxes up to 5%. Billy instantly felt rage and anger. "Five percent!?" He shouted at Winnie with deep rage in his voice. "My customers can't pay five percent on their goods! They can barely pay fur sugar with th' standin' taxes!" He continued shouting.

Winnie went on about how her brother wasn't denying The Landlord or defending the business owners. He listened to Wesley as he tried to defend the Landlord and the taxing process. "You outta be ashamed of yurself, boy." Billy directed at Wesley, pointing a finger at him. "Yur Paw built this saloon from the ground up. It would be a shame to see this saloon--this town turn t' dust 'cause folks 'round here can't afford the taxes no more." Billy started getting more riled up and stood up from his chair. "Why don't this Landlord ever show his face, huh? What's he so afraid of?" He said, and then turned around to face the room of people in the saloon. "You in here, Landlord? Why don't you show yur face instead of hidin' behind pansy notes?" He shouted at the bar before sitting down in a huff, hoping the Landlord was around to hear his plea for righteousness.

"Pa, remember what the doctor said. No more getting riled up." He heard Nan say. He grumbled at her and went back to his empty drink.

Then Winnie announced that all drinks were on the house tonight. Suddenly, Billy started to feel much better and tipped his glass toward Winnie. "Atta girl." Billy said to Winnie with approval, waiting on a refill. Billy fished in his pocket for a cigar, grabbed a box of matches from the bar, and started to puff and light the cigar. He breathed in the smoke and exhaled it with his eyes closed, excited where the night was going to lead with free drinks at the bar. He was going to have fun tonight and he'd worry about the consequences tomorrow morning.

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Ethyl Nan Conlee​

Nan watched the events unfold in front of her. The town was so high strung over the recent change in leadership. Nan didn't want any part of the politics. As a proper lady, she stayed out of it and didn't give her opinion on the matter. However, since she worked at the general store, she noticed the increase in folks paying with credit and not having the money for the recent tax increases. She didn't necessarily side with the rebels, but she did think it was unfair that The Landlord increased the taxes so often. Often times she'd have to give an apple to her students just so they could have something to eat at lunch. She knew people were struggling but she had hope that things would get better.

Nan patted her father on the back and chuckled a little, knowing he was going to have a late night at the bar after Winnie announced the drinks were free. "Don't stay out too long, Pa." She started, "I can't open the store for you tomorrow. I have a big day planned for the children." She said with a proud smile, excitement in her eyes. Nan gasped and remembered something like a light bulb going off in her mind. "I dropped my books in front of the door. I need to pick them up before they all muddy." Nan turned her attention to Winnie. "Please make sure he doesn't have too much tonight, will you?" She asked the woman behind the bar with a sweet smile. She didn't mind her father having fun, but she didn't want to get a knock at the door asking to come pick him up like last week. She smiled sweetly again at Wesley as a silent apology for her father's outburst. Nan then turned around and disappeared through the door.

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[SandraDeelightful]

Virginia Carter​

Virginia's mother had made her promise that she would go to the saloon once a week. Virginia had never been the most social person, always shying away from people. Her mother had often felt guilty for raising Virginia away from people, as for most of her childhood, it had only been Virginia and her mother. There was no stability, always moving from place to place, and rarely ever meeting new people. So by the time Virginia and her mother had moved to Coyote Point, Virginia had been an awkward young woman with little contact to anyone whom she wasn't related to.

Her mother felt like she was leaving her daughter alone when she was dying, and so she made Virginia promise to go to the Saloon once a week, at least to try to get out of her shell. While it wasn't something Virginia was thrilled to be doing, she still wanted to honor her mother's wish. And so, once a week, when she closed up her dress shop, she would go to Ole Tucks Saloon and have one whiskey before she headed home. She didn't know if she could keep this up much longer, with this mysterious landlord continuing to increase the taxes, but she was good with numbers and budgeting, so for now, she could keep up her weekly trips.

She was wearing a mauve dress, one which she had made herself. Then again, all of her dresses she made herself. She had been making dresses for herself less and less as she needed to save more of the fabric for clothes to sell, and didn't indulge herself much in a new frock.

Despite the fact that she had lived in Coyote Point for a few years now, this town was a bit of a mystery to her. She was curious about the landlord, and why he had so much control over the town, though she never asked. Still, she never stopped wondering about the town, always curious about it.

She stepped walked into the saloon, with her eyes downcast. She arrived just as Winona announced that drinks for the night were free, a small smile crossed her lips. It didn't make too much of a difference to Virginia. She would only be having one whiskey, as usual.

"Hello, Winona," said Virginia softly. "One whiskey please."

( Bellz )

 

[Svadilfari]

'Good at violence, bad at everythin' else.' She always told him that.


He first heard it come tumbling out of her lips a lifetime ago, when he raced back home with blood on his sleeves, the soles of his boots leaving muddy imprints on the hardwood floorboards. He had failed to notice when her dainty mouth curved to an ugly frown as she eyed the mess of dirt and soil he tracked all over, nor when her deep blue eyes narrowed into slits as her gaze snaked over to the object he was clutching with trembling hands. But he was a child back then, and nothing else mattered other than the prize he was holding, and the first taste of adrenaline that came along with it. The antler was gigantic, it was twice his size, and looked even more so between his small fingers. "Look momma! I caught a buck! Shot 'im right in the eye, aren't 'ya proud of me momma?" Blood continued to drip from where the horn met the animal's torn flesh, and Brandy's frown deepened. He couldn't remember the exact words she spat at him that night, but the sting of it? That he did remember. Back then, he never understood why she acted the way she did, how she was always on him whenever she thinks he 'acted out of line,' whenever he resorted to using his fists instead of his words. "He's just a boy, Brandy," his father would defend him. But nothing he ever said would truly satisfy her; she would only get this mean look in her eyes, as if her son had set aflame everything she loved in the world. All he wanted was some sort of recognition from her; some sort of praise or affirmation like what other little boys would want from their mothers. But all Brandy could give him was a look and mean, mean words.

'Good at violence, bad at everythin' else.'​

It wasn't until she was dancing on the air that he finally understood her, and what she meant. It wasn't until then, when her feet were kicking violently against the hot July wind, and her fingers clawing at the hempen necklace digging at her slender neck, that he realized he had been too hard on his mother. If there was one thing that he remembered of her, it's that she loved to dance. And dance with her, he did. He was good at it, following the beat, the rhythm. And Brandy? She was even better. She was slender and confident and beautiful. Anyone can go on forever just watching her swing her hips and twirl her skirts, her youthful face shining brighter than the night sky. Brandy loved to dance, but not up on the air. And in the end, hardly anyone can watch her, as her face contorts in fear and her legs jerk in every direction as if she's dancing to a song sung by the Devil himself.

'Good at violence, bad at everythin' else.'​

He hated to admit it, but his mother was right; he was turning out to be much like his no good of a father. And she tried her best to change that, even when he disobeyed her over and over again. She tried her best to protect him, up until the end. And still, he left that town with blood on his hands. For her. Whatever Brandy said about his old man, he knew she still loved him as much as he loved her. And his father? If he was still alive and saw what he did to the Mayor after the hanging, he would've smiled.

“My bet’s on Ms. Winona...”

A familiar voice drawled, snapping Lukas's attention back to the busy reality. He found himself sporting a blank look directed at the pianoman, making him wonder what he had previously been lost in thought about. Bits and pieces of a memory jogged around his mind, but he couldn't piece them altogether at the moment, his senses now on high as conversation swelled inside the Saloon. The Tuckers were fighting again, as per usual. So that's what Silas meant, the brunet thought as he carefully eyed the Tuckers who are making quite a show of themselves in front of everybody. Once again, as per usual. Behind them, the Saloon doors continued to creak every after a couple of minutes, announcing the arrival of new spectators to the sibling rivalry. Lukas's gaze swiftly drifted over to the newcomers, then back again to the Tuckers, before finally settling on his mentor. Silas still has his hand resting on top of his bills, a brow raised at him in quiet anticipation. Usually, he isn't one to take the bait, but tonight, he figured he can humor his mentor just once. As Winona announced the free drinks situation, the brunet took out a wad of bills and laid them out in front of Silas, mirroring his movements. Lukas learned a lot of things before he arrived at Coyote Point, even before he met him. 'Never make bets unless you know the outcome,' someone once told him a long time ago, 'and if you don't know how it'll end, well--' "Then, I guess that leaves me on Wesley's side, yeah?" A start of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, as he gradually raised his voice a tad higher to be clearly heard above the noise. "Though it seems like Winona's handlin' everythin' pretty well. I'd say her father made the right choice." Lukas smiled at the older man before him, wondering if he figured out what he was trying to do.

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[ReverseTex]

Silas
Silas had pushed back the main noise of the Tucker’s to the side, as he spotted the delay in his protégés response. Instantly he spotted the glossed expression upon his face, diagnosing him fairly quickly. He knew Lukas hadn’t had a easy life, but he allowed the boy to have his reveries...

“How do you like the bounty hunting business Silas?” The Irishmen’s hearty voice filled his head as he began to slip into memory... “Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?” McAllen furrowed his brow, clearly displeased with his answer. “You’re smarter than that Silas... Now try again. How do you like the business?” His bronze-orbs hardened as reality’s grasp slowly clawed it’s hands around him... “Being a servant of Death suits me...”

Lukas’s loud remark arose him from his own reverie, causing Silas to quickly reassess the situation. Wesley now had his beverage, and Winona had apparently declared free drinks for the bar. Tilting the brim of his hat up, exposing the gory “R” branded upon his left cheek, his bronze eyes found Wesley’s.

“I’d have to agree with my partner on that bud... Despite our common connections to that ol’ Landlord, Ms. Winona is your brethren, allow her peace for this evening. Go raise Hell somewhere else.” Silas’s tone was cool like molasses, having been in many similar situations like this before. He knew how to handle men like Wesley.

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Misty Gray
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[Shireling]

Oliver Rehnquist
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"It's no wonder the Territories are going to hell when coloureds are talking more sense than white folks," Oliver muttered loud enough for Silas to hear him. The men had argued before, but nothing too serious. Oliver, for his part, was never malicious with his racism if such a thing could ever be said.

The rancher sucked down half his whiskey and then went on to remark dryly, "Back East when you had trouble with a feller you took 'im to court and you got lawyers and done things proper-like. Or, y'all agreed to a duel and that was that. What they wouldn't do is come in here and disturb people trying to do honest drinking by flappin' their gums and spewing infernal claptrap." As he said this, he wagged an accusatory finger at Wesley.

He drank down the rest of his whiskey and fished out a silver cigarette case, from which he took a handrolled cigarette and lit it on a nearby oil lamp.

Misty Gray ReverseTex

 

[Bellz]

Winona Tuckers

Winnie smiled happily as Dakota and Jed showed their appreciation for the free drinks, "Enjoy the night, worry free darlings, tomorrow will be a new day." With that, she served a few more drinks before moving back towards the bar to get refills and serve others who needed a drink sitting at the bar. "Who needs a drink?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips, a soft smile forming on her lips as she counted the amount of hands raised before going to grab the bottles needed. Winnie busied herself pouring different drinks for her customers until she had another tray full of drinks and was around passing them out once more. Her brother had shifted from the bar and was now prowling the Saloon like some rabid animal, and the comments that were being made about him brought another smug smirk to her face. She hadn't been surprised by Billy's outbursts in the slightest. She was sick of such taxes too. Coming around his way, she poured him another drink before nodding her head at Ethyl's request to keep an eye on her father. Winnie had a soft spot for the old man, along with a few other customers in the Saloon, she would definitely hold her promise. "Don't worry dear, I will watch him carefully I promise." Giving her a reassuring smile, she moved on to serve more people.

Her eyes found Virginia as she spoke in a soft gentle voice, which brought a bright smile to her face. "Hello Virginia, one whiskey comin' up!" Grabbing a glass from the tray, she set a glass of whiskey down in front of her before smiling her way again, "I'll come catch up with you in a sec, gotta get these drinks off the tray!" Walking through the crowd she settled in front of Silas, Oliver and Lukas, and smiled pleasantly, "Good evenin' gentlemen! Can I interest you in something else to drink, its all on the house tonight, if ya haven't heard already." Silas had spoken up to Wesley and Oliver soon followed, her eyes found her brother and she raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to try and fight back. It wasn't easy being in his position, and Winnie knew it, however, it was the path he had chosen to take, and she would allow her older brothers to do what they wished.

"Thank ya kindly boys, but my brother can finish his drink and leave. He tries to be a bother, but why let something so insignificant ruin my life hmm?" Setting a few glass down in front of them, she hadn't missed the comment about Silas' race. If there was one thing that Winnie understood about skin color, was that it didn't matter when it came to the quality and integrity of her customers, she was happy to have all walks of life. "Now now Oliver, you better watch your tongue, you know I can't stand that kind of talk." She said gently. Not trying to sound threatening in the slightest. Looking at the money on the table, Winnie raised an eyebrow at the men. "You bettin' on our fights again boys, I hope none of you bet on Wes...he tends to lose a lot." She teased.
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mentions: Wesley + Dakota Misty Gray ; Virginia SandraDeelightful ; Billy + Ethyl im jess saying

Jedidiah Richards

Jed narrowed his eyes playfully at Dakota as she stated that he could by her drinks tomorrow night, when the takes would be raised by 5%. His anxieties about making his own taxes was beginning to pull at him like an annoying itch. Regardless, he smiled at her as Winnie came and went. Picking up his glass that she had given him, her took a large sip before placing the glass down on the table a little to roughly. Biting his lip lightly, his cheeks reddened and he sighed at his own actions. "Sorry." He muttered lightly. "Wesley needs a reality check, that's for sure. There is now way they can justify this tax raise without someone revolting." His eyes looked at her pointedly, though not in a bad way. He was proud of her and all her accomplishments. "Once he comes face to face with you Kota, he will be runnin' for the hills." He said with the upmost confidence in his voice. He silently agreed with her that this was going to be one of the best nights. Nothing was better than the taste of a free drink, another point she was spot on with.

"Tomorrow is coming." He told her lightly, taking another long sip of his drink before sighing softly. "And who knows how the people or the Landlord will react to the new taxes tomorrow." Unfortunately for Jed, optimism wasn't really his thing. It was hard to be so optimistic when he saw death and destruction on a daily. The laws in the more civilized areas were far more strict than the laws that were established in Coyote Point. Most people around these parts thought they had free range, at least when it came to the Sheriffs department. They were far more concerned with the likes of the Landlord to worry about the little laws that had been established by the mayors and the government of Coyote Point before the Landlord took over. "7% is a hell of a lot for most of this town, I'd say starting tomorrow, we kick things into gear."
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[Misty Gray]

Edward Buckley​

The hammer hit the nail one last time. The the wooden step at the bottom of the stairs now completely repaired. "That's it, Mrs. Bell. All fixed!" Edward announced as he stood up straight. He looked up to the frail old lady as she sat on the bench on the raised front deck of her small house. "Maybe next time you'll think twice about stumbling home at all hours of the night drunken and disorderly," he teased the old dear.

"Oh, behave yourself, young man! I've never been drunk in my whole life. Haven't touched a drop of alcohol since I was thirty-six!" she lightly berated him. She then beckoned him closer and once he reached her, she took one of his hands and placed a coin in his palm. "But I know you young ones love your drink. You go treat yourself. You're a lovely man, Andy, so you deserve it!"

Edward blushed a little. He'd stop correcting her about his name some time ago. If the nice little lady wanted to call him Andy, he wasn't going to fight it. "I can't take this money. I fixed the step because I wanted to. Sometimes, we've got to give something to the community without asking for a reward. Consider this my good deed for today," he told her.

"You keep that money, else I will slap you silly, boy!" Mrs. Bell playfully threatened him. "Go! Get yourself some drinks before I get cross with you... and before those shitty Rattler swines try to take it from you. Bunch of jackasses."

"Woahhh. Okay, Mrs. Bell. I accept this reward and I shall exchange it for some fine alcohol. Anything to get away from that potty mouth of yours. A bad influence is what you are, ma'am," he remarked. After one last smile, he collected his tools and dumped them back home before heading to the saloon.

*********

Edward knew most people around Coyote Point, having done the odd job for many of them in the past. As he entered Old Tucks Saloon he saw many familiar faces - some he was happy to see and others not so much. Wesley and the present Rattlers were certainly not welcome sights to him, but he would ignore them, like he tended to do even when they were on his back about some taxes they thought was owed. The last he checked, he'd earned his money fair and square, whilst they simply had not. The sound of voices mentioning free drinks snapped him out of any serious thoughts and in that moment all that mattered was getting to the bar for a refreshing drink of cider. The only thing that could make him smile more than free alcohol was the sight of a lovely young lady. As it happened, there were plenty of them in the saloon that evening, and ones he'd already spoken to at some point. Suffice to say, he was sure this evening was great already.

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[Misty Gray]

Dakota Rose Daniels​

Dakota playfully nudged Jed's arm as his eyes narrowed at her suggestion of him buying drinks the next day. Her smile faltered a little when he slammed him glass down. "No need to apologise... And I was just pulling your leg. I don't expect anyone to buy drinks for me, especially not in times like these," she said, thinking of the tax hike. She may be able to scrape the tax together, but what was really getting in the way of paying up was pure stubbornness. She didn't believe in handing a cent over to the Landlord and certainly not via Wesley's hands. He hadn't been present when her family was slaughtered, but the kinds of men he had to collect debts were the ones who had committed the act. What she would give to trace them and repay them in kind.

"Unfortunately, I don't think the Landlord is bothered about justifying the increased taxes... So all the more reason for a revolt," she agreed. She grinned as Jed said the scumbag would run once he came face to face with her. She looked around the saloon, identifying those around the place. "Well we know of some already on side. I suspect many more here would want rid of these taxes, but how many of them are willing to fight for that, do you think?"

Dakota let out a small sigh. "A lot of folks won't be able to pay up at 7% and I worry for them. We can't protect everyone in the coming days," she noted. As if on cue, she saw Edward enter the saloon with that bright and cheerful smile on his face. An oblivious smile, as far as she could tell. "Peaceful spirits like Smiler over there will struggle, that's for sure." She'd seen Edward take some grief from the Rattlers before, but he'd managed to dig deeper into his pockets and pay up. She wasn't so sure the carpenter could pay the 7%, especially not when he often did jobs for free. She cleared her throat and decisively nodded. "You're right, Jed. Tomorrow we begin to raise Hell. Take those bastards down!"


Bellz (Jed)

 

[im jess saying]

William "Billy" Conlee
​

It was starting to get late. Billy was on his fourth drink. Fourth? No Fifth. Maybe sixth? He'd lost count at this point. He won a game of poker and called it quits, not wanting to risk a loss. Lighting up another cigar, he watched the carpenter walk in. He had a relatively good relationship with Edward. He wouldn't say they were friends, but Billy respected the fact that he didn't side with the Rattlers and he stuck with up for the businesses around town. Billy had brought a broken shelf to him a few days ago to fix up. Damn shelf collapsed when they stocked it up with cans. Obviously too many for the structure to hold. It was a terrible mess they were cleaning up for days. Billy grabbed his drink and walked over to sit down with Edward, wondering about his shelf.

"Edward, nice seein' ya here tonight." He started, obviously under the influence. "Ya hear 'bout them Rattlers raisin' th' taxed by 5%? It's hogwash I tell ya. One day we'll kick 'em where th' sun don't shine, you hear me?" Billy said venting a little and chuckling at his last comment. "Drinks 'r free tonight. Cheers t' that." He said lifting his drink up in celebration. "Ya fix my shelf yet?" He asked a little bluntly, obviously not caring about his tone, but still appreciative of the carpenters help. Billy was eager to get the shelf back. The cans were all lined up on the ground just waiting to be infested by ants or rodents. "Also, my daughter Nan has been complainin' 'bout some of the children's desks in th' school house. She woulda asked ya herself but she's been busy lately. Wonderin' if ya could take a look at 'em tomorrow for her. Said they were wobbly an' the children were losin' focus playin' with their desks instead of payin' attention." He said, lifting his glass up to his mouth and drinking the entirely of its contents.

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[Misty Gray]

Edward Buckley​

Edward turned his head to see Billy pulling up a seat next to him. "Evenin', Billy Boy," he pleasantly greeted the older man. "It's a treat to see you around here too." A brief smirk crossed his lips as he could tell the man had already had a few drinks. There was mention of the tax increase, which was news to him. A frown took over his features at the thought of the Rattlers chasing for even more taxes. "Nooo. I think you've misheard. Or had one too many drinks. Nobody can afford those kind of taxes!" he said, shrugging off the suggestion. "Well, we can all take them down to the basement, where there certainly isn't any sun shining... And then kick their no good behinds."

He raised his own glass at the mention of free drinks. "Oh, that they are. They always taste sweeter when they're on the house." Then the real matter at hand was raised when the man asked about his shelf. "Ahhh. I knew there was a reason you really wanted to talk to me. The shelf is fixed, good sir. I shall bring it over first thing tomorrow. I would have brought it over before you closed the store, but Mrs. Bell's step needed repairing. My conscience couldn't handle the thought of the old dear doing herself an injury on a broken step."

Billy then informed him that the desks over at the school house needed looking at for Nan. "Oh, shoot. I'll make sure I get over there to take a look tomorrow. We can't have the town blaming me for stupid kids. Hell, there's enough idiots walking around now. If I can do my bit to keep them focused on times tables and wordy literature, I will do it! You tell Nan I'll be over there tomorrow." Edward then turned back to his beverage and took a long drink from the glass. He figured the more business coming his way, the more likely he was to be able to pay those pesky taxes.

im jess saying (Billy)

 

[Shadow]

Sierra Cassidy​

Sierra waltzed into the saloon like the music was playing just for her. Her eyes roved over the crowd, a half-smirk appearing on her lips. The poker tables naturally grabbed her attention, but then a figure at the bar drew her gaze instead. She walked over, hips swaying as her mid-length dress swished back and forth. “Well, well, well. Wesley Tuckers, as I live and breath.” She said, leaning against the bar beside him as she waved a hand for a drink. She only really knew him in the context of tax collector, which was an unwelcome enough role to most that she somewhat considered him an honorary Rattler in the amount of trouble he caused. Not to mention, he was easy enough on the eyes to warrant some casual flirtation. She flashed a quick look over her shoulder at the poker tables again, but decided she could do with a bit of conversation. She had just spent the day tracking down and murdering two men, after all. The crowded saloon was a definite upgrade from wandering the desert alone.
“Here to collect any overdue taxes? If that’s the case, you probably ought to have waited until you weren’t surrounded by a bunch of drunk, gun-slinging people who despise your guts. Never know what could happen to a pretty fella like you in a place like this.” She said, quirking her lips up in a teasing grin. Usually she would have played it subtle, but she was still riding the last waves of an adrenaline rush from the hunt and she wan’t in the mood to play the demure eye candy.

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[Bellz]

Bonnie Bates

Bonnie practically rolled her eyes as Winona had dramatically climbed the bar and announced that drinks were free after finding that the taxes had been raised. Bonnie knew everyone was struggling to keep up with the outrages taxes that were being place, it reflected her honest business in the saloon as only a few girls were up in the rooms tonight. This caused Bonnie to be on edge about her own livelihood. She had bills to pay and mouths to feed at home, and this drought that she seemed to be going through was not going to bode well for her if she didn't get some more customers soon. Bonnie pushed off the piano before smiling at the player, "Play something a little more lively honey, something I can shake my hips to." She told him. The piano player changed his tune as requested and Bonnie walked slowly throughout the Saloon. Capturing the eyes of several men, she was irritated that no one had came up to her to suggest any sort of activity. "Fine...is this how I have to do it now? Beg for it?" Bonnie pouted slightly before moving around in the crowd some more, periodically asking if anyone was up for a good time before she was rejected and moved on.

Bonnie was at the end of her search for work by the time she stumbled upon Billy and Edward. She smiled kindly towards them both before leaning up against the bar, "Any room for a good time tonight fellas? Make it worth your while." She said seriously, though it seemed to be clear to her that her offer would be rejected. So she decided to let them answer her before moving on. "With these damn taxes raised, no one wants to have a good time anymore." She grumbled. Her eyes looked to Edward and she smiled seductively, "How's it going sugarbear?"
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Jedidiah Richards

Jed's cheeks turned pink as Winona nudged his arm playfully and told him that she was just pulling his leg. He nodded as she went on to say that the Landlord most likely had no reason to justify his actions for raising the taxes. His eyes looked to Edward as he got his mention about struggling, Jed worried for people like him. The whole town would likely collapse under the financial pressure within the next couple days. "I'll be needin' to talk with Sheriff Grand in the morning, in times like these, people tend to jump to extremes." He mumbled before taking another sip of his drink. "Anarchy tends to make anyone rowdy and we don't need these good folk turning on one another because no one can pay for anything." Jed knew that tomorrow and the next few days would be an absolute train wreck.

"We should call for an organized rebellion, Kota and that's where you come in. Propose the idea tomorrow before people fly off the handle, offer them a way to fight back without everyone turning on one another..." His eyes looked around the saloon slowly, knowing well that even when they thought no one was watching or listening, they were. The Rattlers had moles planted all around this town, reporting back to their leader with all the town gossip and information. "We will have to meet where them snakes don't hear or see us...I was thinking out towards NoManLand. The abandoned mill just outside the city limits will be too far for any Rattler to trek without a real purpose." His voice dipped even lower as he leaned in closer. "We are gonna take these fuckers down." Jed looked to Kota with an intense look in his eyes, and for a moment, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked tonight. His eyes quickly looked away with embarrassment and he cleared his throat lightly.
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[Misty Gray]

Edward Buckley​

Edward turned to look at the source of the female voice and saw Bonnie looking all pretty in her pretty outfit. He sent her a boyish smile and nodded his head as she asked if there was room for a good time. "There's always room for a good time--" he began, before realising she might have been getting at something else. His cheeks blushed slightly. He couldn't afford that, not on the money he made. "Ahh, but tonight the drinks are free. So a good time can be had all around, without worrying about those pesky taxes."

He sat back a little and studied her face as she smiled seductively at him. He let out an awkward chuckle, briefly turning to look to Billy to see if he was imagining the flirtation in her smile. He then looked back to Bonnie, lifting his dropped jaw and smiling back at her. "It's going pretty well, for this sugarbear right here," he reassured her. "I managed to get through a few jobs today. Just finished up fixing Mrs. Bell's steps. Stopped by here to be greeted with free drinks. And now I find myself in the presence of a lovely lady." He grinned. "How about you, Bonnie? How's it going for you this evening?"

Bellz (Bonnie) im jess saying (Billy)

 

[Misty Gray]

Wesley Earl Tuckers​

Wesley slowly twisted his torso so he could properly face Sierra when she addressed him and leaned against the bar alongside him. "Ah, Ms. Cassidy. To what do I owe this pleasure?" he drily asked the woman. When she asked him if he was there to collect taxes, a smirk crossed his lips. He then casually motioned towards the lifeless man at the opposite end of the bar. "I was here for that, but someone already got to the guy. Kind of gave me the evening off from work." He hadn't been completely oblivious to the carpenter's presence, but the saloon folk had enough on their plates after being informed of the tax increase. He would deal with Edward another day when, as Sierra had put it, there would be less drunken gunslingers to come to the sap's defence.

Wesley focused on Sierra, deciding to lighten up, at least for a little while this evening. "I'd take a good few of them down before they inflict much damage on me... Though I can't say I've been called 'pretty' before," he said, matching her grin. "But coming from someone as good looking as yourself, I'm going to accept it. I may lose a few man points, but I'm willing to take this one." He took a sip of his drink, now fully turned to the young woman. "And you do a good job with the Rattlers. The Landlord thinks very highly of your work," he assured her.



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Dakota Rose Daniels​

Dakota nodded her head when Jed mentioned talking with the Sheriff. "You're right. It's bad enough the petty crooks becoming more desperate, without good people hurting each other. I had to stop three youths from robbing a poor young lady before I got here. She won't stand a chance against anyone, nevermind if the Rattlers go knocking at her door." She sighed. "People are already afraid. That damn message the Landlord left about the increased tax has caused nothing but trouble already."

At his suggestion of proposing the idea of the rebellion tomorrow, Dakota looked around the saloon whilst nodding her head. She was identifying those she knew were already on their side and trying to pinpoint who else could be brought into their cause. She turned back to Jed, lightly biting her lip as she thought things over. "Yeah, NoManLand sounds like a good enough place." She met his gaze and nodded her head. "You're right. This is going to be the best time to get this started, whilst the stakes and motivation is fresh in everyone's mind." She once again focused on his intense stare and then the way he quickly diverted his eyes. She let out an awkward laugh and kept her eyes on him. "What-What was that, Jed? Do I have something on my face?" she asked, quickly running her hand down her face in case she did. "Is it dirt? Don't leave me sat here looking a fool if I have muck on my face!" she lightly berated him

Bellz (Jed)