The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West
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				Title: <strong>The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 05:44:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Dead Horse Saloon</strong></span></span><br><br><br>The saloon was bustling with thieves, pimps, hunters, and druggies. The odor that filled the place was palpable in the form of humidity despite the fans that rotated above and the windows being wide open to vent the place. There was the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol as men laughed and women danced and served constant rounds of whiskey. Bottoms were slapped, waitresses were harassed, and dancers did their best upon stage to lure most of the riff-raff so the waitresses could work. The problem had only arrived recently in the form of a man claiming to be <em>The Best in the West</em>. He had bought everyone in the saloon a round to celebrate his successful run through Wilson’s. The story had been that the man had managed to go through Wilson’s warehouse without a scratch on him and emerged with revolvers of gold. He claimed Wilson had given him the best guns in all Eastwood. Well, no one had the guts to duel him and find out if his story had been true. The man was filthy rich and buying everyone rounds of whiskey. What was there to complain about?<br><br><em>I don’t know how much more these kegs are going to take</em>, the bartender mused. He stood before the three kegs with a cloth in a glass. His white undershirt was tucked inside black trousers, and a gray vest was buttoned at his abdomen. “That damn gunslinger trying to make me lose my business,” the bartender grumbled. His gray, fuzzy brows furrowed over his dark eyes as they settled on the man. He was seated on a couch with two voluptuous women hugging his sides. They hadn’t been just any girls. With their trademark red and blonde hair, their red and blue outfits, and similar appearance, they were none other than the twins, Sunny and Ginger. Next to them were prostitutes wanting to get in on the cuddling, but the twins were hogging the entire show.<br><br>Sunny had her cheek upon the man’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile as her blue denim top cut into a deep V did nothing to hide the swollen tops of her breasts. “Enjoying yourself, Mister Man?” Sunny asked cutely.<br><br>Ginger had her toned leg across the gunman’s lap, and her red shorts were tight against the curves of her bottom. She lightly traced the curling ends of his dastardly moustache and smirked. Unlike her sister, her face was flushed from intoxication, and a lazy expression twisted on her lips. “I like his moustache. It’s so sexy,” she complimented.<br><br>The supposed-Best in the West was grinning like a king seated upon a pile of gold. He had a hard boner swollen in his pants, and he did nothing to hide it as he watched the dancers tossing their skirts in the Can Can and flashing the men crowding the front of the stage. His celebration so far had been glorious!<br><br>“I am having a wonderful time with you two gorgeous girls!” he exclaimed as he drew his arms about their waists and the twins squealed with pleased giggles.<br><br>The gunman’s eyes widened and his amused expression faded into confusion when the saloon lights suddenly went dim. Ruffians began to bark and roar like a bunch of primitive creatures. Some couldn’t finish their card games and others were just fussing to fuss. Suddenly, there was a loud click as a spot light illuminated the stage. There, standing in a cream-colored two-piece of silk was a brown-skinned beauty. The belt about her waste glittered with rhinestones, drawing the eyes of the horny men to her flat stomach and the diamond piercing winking from her navel. Her face was covered by an obscuring veil, but the jeweled bra that cupped a pair of buxom breasts hinted the name of the woman. Tassels hung from the trim of her bra and quivered to her slightest movements as she posed there on stage. Strong bronze legs were spread apart as the sheet of silk hung between them, veiling her front and back. Her hands were flat upon her inner thighs, pressing the curtain against her crotch so the men could get a partial view of her obscured abdomen.<br><br>The gunman’s grin returned to his face as he queried, “Isn’t that Magnificent?” The face of the twins immediately sank in anger. Who did she think she was trying to outshine them?<br><br>A tune of a once Middle Eastern culture filled the room as the Lady began a belly dance. Her hips swayed, rolled, and popped to the differing beats of the music and the silken skirts about her legs jumped and bra-tassels wiggled ecstatically. The shaking of her bosom had the men at the front going wild like a cage of excited monkeys. Lady soon lowered to her hands and knees and shook her bottom inches before a man’s face. The thief was petrified upon seeing the silken cloth outlining the cleavage of her bottom. It then began to tumble free of her hips like milk. Mesmerized, he held his hands out to catch the cloth that was warm from her bottom. His mouth fell open when her next outfit was unveiled. The tiny, spandex shorts that were snug against her quivering ass cheeks and tight against her peach made his eyes roll back into his head, and with a thump, he had fainted.<br><br>The men around him pointed and laughed as one greedily snatched the silk from his hands and pressed it to his nose. He inhaled deeply; and after Lady’s vigorous display, she sat with her legs bent to either side of her and toes curled tight as her shorts rushed into the cleavage of her ass as her soft muscles tightened up. It stunned more of the men as one anxiously reached out to grasp her warm bottom within his rough hands. Lady turned and swung her left leg out as her heel connected against the side of the pimp’s head. Another man was dropped to the floor as the men glanced down at him in surprise briefly before returning their eyes to the show.<br><br>The performance was turning from some belly dance exhibition to a strip tease as Lady sat upon her bottom and spread her legs into a large V. The veil on her face came undone and went rippling down the length of her body to pass down between her legs and off the edge of the stage. Another man was quick to catch it, and the face of the beauty was revealed. She held her ankles as she continued to bear her cameltoe for her drooling audience. Her full lips were in curved into a confident smile. There was vanity all over the brown-sugar mistress as she finally lowered her legs and rolled backwards. Like a prowling cat, she strode back towards the men. Her hips swayed and her breasts hung like weights from her chest. Gunmen began to hold out fans of money as they begged for one night. Just one night!<br><br>Lady smirked at them, and then shot a smirk at the twins that made the two girls bare their teeth like enraged hounds. “That bitch!” Ginger snapped.<br><br>“I think someone needs a time out,” Sunny growled.<br><br>The gunman glanced to both of the women with distaste, and soon ditched them to run like an excited child to the front of the stage. Ginger swiftly removed her pistol and aimed it at his back. “Want me to shoot him?”<br><br>“No. He has the golden guns remember?”<br><br>Ginger turned her head dismissively as she returned her pistol into its holster. “Hmph! What the fuck ever.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 19:00:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A dark figure clad in thick black leather covered in the dust of travel rode up towards the building which had "The Dead Horse Saloon" planted above it. The black stetson shaded electric blue eyes as the person lifted their gaze to read it. A hand went to pat along a horse's stout and strong neck, earning a huff of breath from the mare's nose. "It don't mean nothin' Wind. Juss a sign is all. It ain't no bad omen unless some black cat crosses us or summin'," the woman consoled the steed just before a shiny, and unmistakably ebony furred feline ran past them with a mutt dog hot on its tail. A scowl painted across the obscured face of the apparent woman, and those honey colored brows drew downwards in much distaste. "Ah dammit. What the hell kinna karma is that?" That sun- browned face turned up at the sky even more and the woman shook a fist while her other clenched onto Wind's reigns tightly. "Juss 'cause Ah say it don't mean you gotta go and make it happen!" This little outburst to the "higher powers" earned quite a few odd stares, some heavy ones too, from the folk that were walking past, or sitting on rocking chairs outside their stores. <br><br>Shifting around in her seat, the woman dismounted her horse nimbly, and the flash of her dual revolvers broke those harsh gazes on her. People weren't fools, and especially with that man claiming to be a gunslinger inside the saloon, they recognized Wilson guns. And anyone knew that, if someone were dressed in all black, including their stetson and boots, that person was up to no good. The combination did not bode well in the eyes of the town's folk at all. There was a trouble maker in their midst now and it was time to move along before they got themselves hurt. As her feet hit the dusty street, little jingles were heard as those spurs jostled around on their metallic suspenders around the woman's boot, and even more so as she walked to tie up her companion to a wooden post. "Alright now, Wind. Juss gonna go an' have a little shot of whiskey, or two, maybe three and Ah'll be back so we can move on along 'fore Trouble shows up. Sit tight, ol' gurl," the woman spoke to Wind with a hearty pat between the tall horse's ears. <br><br>Strolling up to the bar doors, The Drifter placed both leather bound hands on the swinging doors, and created a long shadow on the floor before stepping over the threshold and into the riotous room. She had heard all the joy making outside, but did not realize the reason behind it all until her eyes had settled onto the stage. "Oh... dear... Lord," was her train of thought as soon as she spotted the notorious and famous Lady Magnificent. Seems instead of trouble finding her, The Drifter had found trouble instead. At least it wasn't <em>him</em>, she could give herself that much. There was a long moment of her just standing there, with hands still on the doors and contemplating. The gunslinger could leave and just travel to the next town which was about a hundred miles from here. It sounded like a mighty fine idea too, but that whiskey. The Drifter could smell it in the air from the breath of the haughty and riled men and it pulled at her belly. She had to have just one, just one little shot or even buy enough to fill her flask and she'd be out of here. That sounded like a finer plan than the first. The Drifter would just keep her face covered and no one would notice her, and hopefully—especially—not Lady Mag. <br><br>Crossing the room, The Drifter leaned on the counter and purposely kept her eyes from wandering around while muttering out to the bartender, "Ah need a little pick me up fer my flask and two shots of whiskey an' make 'em quick, ya hear? Ah ain't got time to be sittin' here on my ass. There's too much to see out there to waste it in this hole". While waiting for her service, the woman pulled her duster collar up higher and kept those shoulders high too while that handkerchief was tied over the lower portion of her face. All she had to do was keep her eyes low, and her stetson too and no one would notice her. Thing about that was, it was too obvious that The Drifter was trying not to have attention on her and it gained a few stares from the men and women around her. Perhaps it did not help that she was the only one dressed in all black and that stereotyping carried in from the streets into these people too. The woman, in short, stuck out like a sore thumb as the saying went. <br><br>A man had decided to approach her, with the thick smell of old whiskey on his cavity stained teeth, and dirty, torn clothes. His dark eyes trailed over the long, leather clad legs of the woman, scoured over the partially exposed bottom where her chaps lacked coverage, paused at the dimples inset on the small of her back, and then stood close enough to smell her hair. It was strawberries; a most fruity and sweet scent. Delicious. "Mm, you sure're a fine piece o'lady that I coul-" Quickly he found a revolver barrel stuck in the pit of his belly, just above the tent in his trousers where his erection was more than prominent. "Ah really wouldn't bother me if I were you. See, I like a man that can drank whiskey, but see... you juss ain't smart enough fer me. Move along suga'." She tossed him a look over her shoulder with raised eyebrows; deadly and dangerous—the look of an experienced gunslinger. <br><br>The man, who was the town drunkard and homeless named Jerry Burns, growled low in the back of his throat and drew his own revolver and set it against her temple while tangling a filth stained hand into her hair. "You really gonna threaten me, lady? You may got a gun, but I sure as hell know that you ain't gonna be able to pull that trigger before I do. Listen here, wench, I used to be the fastest gun draw and trigger sheriff in this town, and you ain't gonna beat me. Get a fuckin' room right now, and I'm gonna teach you a lesson about manners, lil' whor --" The Drifter thumbed back the hammer of her colt, and said lowly, "Now Ah now you ain't bossin' me around, but yer a man an' they tend to do that. Forgivable, Ah'll give ya that. But Ah know, so bad, that you were not juss gonna call me a derty name, mister." Jerry's hammer was thumbed back as well, as soon as hers had been though seconds far later than she. "You bet your ass I was, lady. Now, move." <br><br>"Now, Ah really can't do that, as you see. Ah don't really sleep with men on the first date an' all. It's not very lady like. You should juss put yer little toy down and walk away 'fore you get hurt and lose summin' mighty important to you." He wasn't listening to her threats though and with her not complying to him the way that Jerry wanted her to was pushing all the wrong buttons. He wasn't going to stand for this anymore, and that finger squeezed on the trigger of his worn down revolver, and had every intention of following through on the shot to her head. He was going to kill her. But unfortunately for dear ol' drunkard Jerry, The Drifter was a born and trained gunslinger. Each creaking of his bones was heard, the mechanisms in the gun screamed in her ears above the sounds of the bar room was heard as well. Before he could react, the woman had only leaned backward slightly from his barrel before the bullet screamed from the length of his gun, and whizzed past her face not an inch's distance. And then a small pause which hung in the air came next, as if time stopped for just a second. "Ah really didn't want to do this but ... " Another shot was fired, but this time from those famous Wilson's which ripped through the lower abdomen of Jerry Burns, and splattered blood all over the dinged up and dented, unpolished, wooden floor. <br><br>A loud, almost girlish screamed ripped from his throat, while he dropped his gun and clung to the gaping hole that was now in his belly. Soon he collapsed to the floor, writhing around in pain, and agony while he bled out. "Ah don't take lightly to anyone that tries to shoot me, mister," The Drifter said while looking back to the bartender for her shots of whiskey which were being held in a waitresses shaking fingers. The gunslinger took these from her, chucked them down with ease one after the other, and abandoned the idea of having her flask filled for the trip. Reaching into her duster pockets, she pulled out a small wad of paper bills and set them on the bar before turning towards the door, and stepping over the body of Jerry Burns. <br><br>"Ah thank it's time fer me to move on," The Drifter said to no one in particular and attempted to make for the door before anything else happened or someone decided to stop her in a challenge of authority. Damn those black cats and their bringing of bad luck. </span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 06:13:20</strong>
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				Straight poker, no talking. If one of the other players wanted to check, call, raise , or fold, they would tap on the table with the appropriate number of fingers. There was no limit on the betting amount. This was straight, in your face, all or nothing, poker. And Apryl had been getting her ass handed to her again, and again, and again. The small fortune of coin she had made on an easy bounty was getting smaller by the hand. She was down to her last pile of hundreds as the betting settled on the second player, but she had three-of-a-kind in her hand. The ace of spades, the ace of clubs, and&nbsp; the ace diamonds, all nestled neatly together next to a three of diamonds and a seven of clubs. <br><br>The man across from her was some drifter in a broad brimmed hat that looked as if it was about ready to disintegrate. He kept staring her down, to the point it was getting obnoxious. They had already settled the trench coat issue because they thought she would try and hard cards, her of all people. So she was sitting there, in her baggy shorts with the opening along her thigh. A multitude of green belts hung from her tight brown halter top and the loose tan net top. Her steel toed boots tapped impatiently against the floor. Across the bar on a hanger was her empty red trench coat and her own matching broad brimmed hat. <br><br>That was her whole problem with card games, she was just to damned honest to be any good at bluffing. If this hadn’t been silent poker, she’d have already felt his curiosity and told him what her hand was despite how many times she had told herself it was rude and bad form to reveal your hand before the round was complete! Apryl was honest, too honest, anyone who asked her for information got it, whether it be an opinion, a fact, a secret. No, Apryl had no secrets, kept none. It was almost as if she was forcibly compelled to tell the truth in swift order to anyone who asked her any question whatsoever.&nbsp; This sucked whenever she tried to play cards, even now she was tempted to break the rules and let everyone see her hand. But she was a woman of rules, if a game had rules, they must be followed. It was the simple matter of following rules that allowed her to play poker and even profitably so every once and a while.<br><br>A tall glass of clear liquid on the rocks was brought to the table and Apryl down half of it in one gulp. Water on the rocks. One more sip and she stared at the reluctant player, one vicious red eye, one soft eye of a deep blue. The matter of whether one was fake was cleared up early tonight, she had been asked, and truthfully explained that they were real eyes and that was the way she was born.<br><br>The stalemate between the two players continued. He raised the bet. Now it would be time for the third player to make a decision. She felt close to making a killing on this hand. Today was her lucky day, she just had to keep her cool and think about something else besides her cards, something disgusting. The man with the gold guns who bragging up a storm did the trick. What a loon, wouldn’t a gold revolver would be useless as a weapon. The first bullet would shred the barrel, or the first few explosions of the gunpowder would cause the thing to distort and lose tolerance in the chamber and the barrel. Maybe he meant gold plated guns, but she couldn’t see something that gawdy actually functioning better than normal weapon, even if it was just a plating. Gold just wasn’t for weapons, and she found it hard to believe a Wilson like that would be made.<br><br>Back to the standoff as the third player was ready to make a bet and put her all in.<br><br>That’s when the damned lights went too dim to see.&nbsp; Card game called on the count of Magnificent. It was just a damn excuse to bail when she was on the verge of winning most of her hard lost coinage back! It was too dark to see the cards. It sucked! It sucked! It sucked! The pot was split back evenly as the group disbanded. The guy who tried to slip a few extra bills in his pocket got a knife in his hand. <br><br>“I lost my winnings, don’t even try to steal any more!” she growled.<br><br>The knife came out and back into her holster as she gathered up her money and looked toward the stage. Really, she had just lost a couple of thousand for this. Apryl rolled her eyes and frowned as she watched magnificent tease the men into a beastly mob. She pocketed the remains of her money, and sat down. At this rate, there was enough to make a payment on some of her debts with enough left over to buy a jar of beans, maybe. She would stay put at the Dead Horse at any rate. As long as the man with gold in his guns and shit in his head was buying drinks for the ladies, she could order the most expensive brand of whiskey every now and then, stock it in a flask, and sell or trade it later. Cheers to the idiot!<br><br>It wasn’t a long period of brooding at a table before Apryl heard the cock of a hammer, followed by another but slower than the first. Apryl's attention shot towards the bar, but the crowd was in front of her and she couldn't see the action. With that, she squinted and put her hands in her ears. A shot rang through the bar, followed by another. Soon, everyone’s attention was on two people as the crowd parted and stilled enough for Apryl to see. There was some bum bleeding all over the floor, and a woman in a black duster who had just sat a wad of bills on the bar counter.&nbsp; The lady stood out like a sore thumb as the obvious choice for the shooter, even to those who hadn't seen it. She was walking away as if nothing had happened, or at least attempting to. Apryl doubted she'd get very far if the man had any friends here, or if anyone else was just plain trigger happy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 03:19:22</strong>
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				Meytir calmly strolled into the saloon noticing the gathering of some of the most lowlife, no-good people around. The man wore a deep brown tanned coat with dark jeans, a lightly colored grey vest securing his guns, and a black hat to boot, obviously a man who knew his way around the barrel of a gun.&nbsp; He moved through the crowd occasionally bumping into a random drunk or someone not paying attention he would put up his hand as a signal for his apologies for he had no intention of picking a fight, well, not now at least. He approached the bar calmly as his shoulder bumped into another person, once again signaling his apologies, this however didn't buy it.<br><br>"Wut the hell is your problem man can't ye see me standing ear?!" the bumbling idiot spoke as he shoved Meytir. "My apologies sir," he replied not looking for a fight. "Yeh yer gonna be sorry you little bitch!" he lowlife yelled as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket with intent of inflicting harm upon him. Meytir let out a sigh of disappointment as he saw him pull out the blade, obviously he didn't know how to use it and he could easily smell the alcohol upon his breath. "No need fer name calling." Meytir spoke, already annoyed with the drunk knife wielding idiot. Without further words the drunk's face turned red with rage and his brows slanted with anger lunged at Meytir trying to stab him. Meytir simply took a step to the side to avoid the attack and moved his boot in front of his foot causing him to trip and fall flat on his face.<br><br>Meytir walked over the man and placed the heel of the boot on his hand forcing him to release the knife, "Lets put that away before someone gets hurt." he spoke as he picked up the knife twirling it around his fingers to intimidate the man before sheathing it in his pocket. He removed his foot from his hand releasing him as the drunk stood, scared shitless no doubt, tripped over his own feet running out the door. Meytir just turned around not taking notice to him as he approached the bar signalling the bartender for a drink, "Scotch on the rocks." Meytir spoke placing his order. The bartender simply nodded and went over to acquire his drink. As he was waiting her heard the cock of the hammers and the two bickering amongst themselves, obviously the man had overstepped his boundaries. The bartender came back with his drink and Meytir quickly slammed it into the back of his throat as he heard the gunfire without flinching. He saw the bartender freak out at the sudden outburst and Meytir quickly signaled him, "Another." he spoke as the pool of blood began to trail along the floor with Meytir not even paying mind to it. "Idiot should've kept his mouth shut," Meytir spoke to the woman who just killed the man as the bartender hesitantly poured him another glass in fear and slid him the drink. Meytir slammed the drink again before motioning to the bartender for another.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 02:13:11</strong>
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				The sound of gunfire halted the dancing vixen who had been twirling about a pole on stage. The steel bar was between her thighs as her long legs were elevated in an acute V angle as her left hand kept her form suspended. Lady’s brown-sugar eyes were wide as she peered through the darkness, squinting beyond the blinding spotlight at the gunman who was fleeting anxiously from the bar. She lowered her legs, settling back on the balls of her feet before she gracefully trotted for the edge of the stage. The men’s fists tightened about the wad of cash within their hands. She was going to select one of them, they just knew it.<br><br>The Best in the West was already prepared as he shouldered men aside and drew from his inner pocket two fans of paper gold as he sneered proudly at the poor men around him. “Now, my Dear-” he had began, and then Lady leapt from stage. The gunman’s eyes rose above his head when he saw her firm leg pass over his head like a lance, and they followed its length to her crotch that met him right between the eyes. The crotch-punch knocked the gunman’s head back as Lady hurdled down to the floor and weaved around drunks and tables. Men were turning their heads to take in the sight of her quivering ass and bouncing breasts that were both still snug in tight spandex shorts, and a glittering bra.<br><br>As soon as Lady came upon the back of the stranger, she immediately reached out her hand to snag the girl’s bicep and whirl her around. “Mary!” she exclaimed. When the blonde’s dusty face whirled into her view, Magnificent couldn’t resist the thrilled squeal that left her. “Why, it is Mary!” Spreading her arms, she locked The Drifter in her big embrace. Her arms crossed about the small of her back as their breasts squished against each other. They rubbed against each other and swelled so much they looked like balloons about to pop free of their bras as stupefied men gawked at the scene anxiously.<br><br>Lady’s hands balled up the back of Marilyn’s duster until she could clap her hands across her bare, creamy bottom. “Oh my, someone’s breaking free of tradition, <em>hmm</em>?” she teased. “It’s been a long time, Girl. Come to see The Best in the West? It’s not who you think it is. Speaking of who, do you know by chance where Gun is?” Her toffee-pink lips curled mischievously as she teased Marilyn further, “I mean, you both are always around each other after all…”<br><br><br><strong>At a saloon somewhere in the desert…</strong><br><br>There was a hiss as a form shifted from beneath a creamy quilt. A masculine and calloused hand emerged from beneath the blankets and lowered onto a dusty floor. It tapped about delicately, taking in the smooth wax, and then the fuzzy backside of some fidgety mammal. With a smack from a pair of knuckles, the gray rat squeaked and went racing back to the hole it came from. A slender index finger stretched out to find the cylindrical side of a glass bottle. It was taken by the neck and craned up to the bed where the blankets were then folded back to reveal a red-headed stranger. His skin was bronze from the desert sun and his torso scarred with rings of old bullet wounds and knife cuts. A red goatee cut down the center of his chin as long, sweat-stained strands of hair were haphazardly obscuring his face. The whiskey bottle was brought to his lips as he tilted it up and gulped down the rest of the alcohol. With a relieved gasp, he held the bottle out over the side of the bed, and allowed it to plop upon his heap of clothes. There were garments and empty bottles scattered everywhere—the aftermath of quite the wild night.<br><br>With a groggy moan, the young man rolled over to press his chest against the soft back of a woman with wavy and fiery hair. He slung his left arm over her side and pressed his warm chapped hand against her bosom as he then nuzzled his forehead against her back. This sweet woman had given him a good night. It helped that she was already experienced. They had done so much together. A few of his <em>secret</em> sex positions that not many women got to see. He kissed the flesh about her shoulder blades and then up the side of her neck. He then laid the side of his head amongst the soft waves of her crimson tendrils, wearing a long and satisfied smile. <em>I may have to come back to this one,</em> he mused. <em>Ah, well.</em><br><br>The young man rolled back over to his side of the bed and sat up at the edge of it. He stifled a large morning yawn with his hand before he ran his fingers back through his long hair. He had allowed it to grow back for the winter, but it was gradually approaching spring, which meant it wasn’t going to do him any good in the sweltering heat. The man was none other than The Best in the West, The Gunslinger Zieg Deschain of Eastwood. With the title of Gunslinger under his belt, the women came <em>easier</em>. Shit, they were already coming easy before he even earned the title.<br><br>Zieg rose from the bed, stretching his arms high above his head and arching his back. He bore his teeth as he felt the burn of his muscles loosening and his bones uttered a few pops. Before lowering his arms, he snagged his favorite hat from the bed post and set it delicately upon his head. His eyes fell closed as he pinched the tip of his hat and adjusted it until he felt it was fashionable to his likings. Once it was straight, he brought his cough-drop eyes over his shoulder to peer at the still sleeping beauty. “Sorry Doll, but m’ah job is done here.”<br><br>The Gunslinger rose from the bed as he went straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. His attention was immediately drawn to the complimentary soaps and shampoos. Zieg stepped over to the shower stall and reached his hand behind the curtains to get the hot water running. He then chose to wait for the water to heat up, popping the toilet seat up as he did his business. If the sexy babe had been awake, he might have got in a little morning workout. Zieg couldn’t help but grin and chuckle to himself at the thought. There was a newspaper folded on the counter and with his elbow, he reached over and nudged it open. As it flopped open, his maroon eyes drifted over the headline that read: Best in the West at Dead Horse Saloon. He blinked his eyes in disbelief and read the headline once more. “What the hell is this shit?”<br><br><strong>After shower.</strong><br><br>Zieg stretched out his arms and rolled his shoulders once he got his tan duster on. He rested his hands on his hips as he turned to face the bed and the woman that was still asleep in it. She had better been still asleep. He was most certain he broke her back last night. He grinned impishly and crept around the bed to her side where her clothes were. “No offense, but m’ah services dun’ come free.” He went through her things, helping himself to her money though she didn’t have much on her. He then took the keys to her motorcycle, holding them up before his eyes as though they were the most dastardly devices in the world. Clutching them in his hand, The Gunslinger rose and strolled on over to the door to take his leave. He had a date with a certain Best in the West.<br><br><br><strong>Dead Horse Saloon.</strong><br><br>The Best in the West had recovered to his feet and staggered over to where Lady and The Drifter were, grasping the area between his eyes with one hand and waving a double fan of money in the other. It was wafting a cool breeze in their direction as he offered, “Both of you fine ladies must be mine tonight! Surely, you’d want to see what The Best in the West can do?”<br><br>Lady eyed the fan of money, calculating the sum in her head as though she might really consider bedding the man. She knew he wasn’t the true Best in the West, but she also knew that money was money and to her sex was easy. She, however, refrained from taking it so habitually, and instead, glanced at Marilyn with innocent eyes. She couldn’t act like a whore in front of sweet ol’ Marilyn. “Only if you want to, Dear,” she said to Marilyn in the most honest fashion she could muster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:59:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Dead Horse Saloon</span></strong></span><br></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A long steely blue-eyed glance was passed to <strong>Meytir </strong>while unknowingly Lady Magnificent was trotting her way through the crowd towards The Drifter. It was a stare that hadn't come from a long life of pretending to be a man while working on cattle trails, but one that had seen death, had caused death, and survived hardships. And then a smile broke through that harsh expression, one that was friendly and open. "Yeah, you can say that again Ah 'spose. Do a lady a favor an' take the body outside, wouldya? Ain't good to have a corpse layin' on the floor where people are tryin' to have a good time," The Drifter said to him casually. Hopefully there were still some gentlemen left on Eastwood. Jerry Burns had stopped wriggling around by this point and was fading into death with his last few breaths. In another minute, he'd be deceased.<br><br>It almost seemed as if the gunslinger were going to say something else to the man, Meytir, but that was quickly interrupted by a hand grabbing at her bicep which forced The Drifter to go ridged while she was being turned around swiftly and with a strong grip. Yeah, there was going to be trouble. It seemed someone was upset that she had shot the apparent 'once sheriff'. Though, The Drifter was quite surprised when the recognizable voice rung out in her ears, followed by the squeal of delight. Then her eyes met Lady's figure before being pulled into a tight hug. The Drifter groaned inwardly. It wasn't that she didn't like Lady Mag, on the contrary The Drifter adored her and considered her a good friend, it was just that when she was around well, there was trouble. When was her luck ever going to change?<br><br>"Yeah, good to see you too La—" The Drifter's expression suddenly widen with her eyes almost popping out of her sockets as Lady Mag groped at her bottom which brought a virgin's blush to her cheeks as always. The gunslinger just sighed heavily and allowed it, knowing there was no resisting the quirks of that woman. "Alright, alright. We got enough stares an' all Lady. Good to see yer still the little temptress. You haven't changed one bit. And no, Ah haven't seen Gun since, well," The Drifter paused for a moment still in that woman's embrace while thinking back on it. When <em>had </em>been the last time she saw that damned man? "Ah haven't seen him for a long while, Lady, sorry," she continued on before the tease hit her. "And we ain't like that! Ah wouldn't fall in love with Gun if he were the last man on Eastwood, Ah rather be one o' them lesbos!" Oh yes, and the men around them were hoping to dear God that she would be one right now, what with their bulging eyes and pants. The only people that seemed to have a brain in their heads right now were Meytir and another, <strong>Apryl</strong>, though The Drifter couldn't even guess who those two were at the moment. <br><br>Her train of thought was interrupted again by a man that was claiming to be "Best in the West" as explained by Lady Mag. The Drifter pushed away the other woman gently by placing her hands on Lady's shoulder and tugging herself from her steel grip. The man was waving around cash; something that The Drifter could use more of instead of going on yet another trail ride with a bunch of drunkard cowpokes. For a long, tense moment Marilyn stared hard at the supposed "gunslinger" before passing Lady Mag a glance then focused her attention back on the golden guns of that man. "'Best in the West', eh? You know, there's only one way to get that title and that's to kill my ol' mentor. Must be perdy good with them guns o' yers," The Drifter said not even acknowledging anymore of his offering. A single Wilson was raised and aimed dead square at his chest and she cocked back the hammer again. <br><br>"See I may not like 'im but he is a... friend," The word was hard to say and admit, but she really did consider him one, even if obscurely so," ... and Ah don't take lightly to those that claim to have killed 'im. You say yer Best in the West, well then Ah challenge you fer right to that title. It belongs to me an' not you, Ah'm afraid." The Drifter had decided that instead of sleeping with the man, she'd just shoot him and then take his money. "You ain't scare o' a little girl gunslinger, are ya 'Best in the West'?" </span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Elsewhere...</span></strong></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The firing up and the recognizable roar of her precious bike coming to life had woken that red-headed woman up. It was slow though, and groggy with a small groan resounding in the back of her throat. It had been years since her last hang over and this one was raging. Slowly pulling her hands out from beneath the pillow as she laid on her naked stomach, Wilson's appeared from beneath the downy pillow. Even if having been drunk last night, the woman was not about to leave herself unguarded around any man. It was only when her motorcycle revved up a final time and burned down the middle of town did Cursed Jo quickly sit upright with realization. <br><br></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The man was gone.</span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jo, or as he knew her, Anne Tower, quickly lunged for her abandoned clothes and rummaged through them in anger for her keys. When they weren't found in the first pile, she checked the others. <em>Nothing</em>. Ignoring the headache pounding between her ears, Joanne ripped the curtains back and looked down to where her bike had been parked. <em>Nothing</em>. "I'm gonna kill him," Joanne said in a more than calm manner. That vehicle was the only thing keeping her from being captured by the Cat Gang. And then it hit her—like a brick square in the forehead—her Rounds were in the saddle bags attached to the motorcycle! <br><br>Her life's work was gone with that man, and now he was in more trouble than ever before with those Rounds on him. Those things were like a damn beacon to those Cats and they'd do anything to get their hands on them, especially a certain one that was tucked away in a secret pouch; a beautiful, glittering, gold bullet as rare as they come with Joanne's calling card etched into it. It was a delicate blossom, so small the naked human eye wouldn't be able to spot, but a gunslinger's most definitely would spot the signature. <br><br>In a rush, Joanne hurriedly dressed with her guns wrapped around those wide hips and her rifle strapped to her back. What would she use to kill him? The rifle or the twins? "Rifle," she muttered to herself. Making her way down stairs to pay for the room knowing that the man who named himself 'Best in the West' would not have done so, she stopped at the counter. Slipping delicate hands into her pockets, Joanne found not a single dollar or gold coin, not even a single silver! The shocked look on her face alerted the front-desk man, Gary and he reached underneath the counter to draw out his weapon. "Someone call the Sheriff, we got one that ain't gonna pay up!" Joanne didn't draw out her guns just yet but held up her hands in a pleading fashion. <br><br>"Now I know this looks bad, mister. But listen, please. I was robbed by that man that came in with me. Took everything I owned, I swear!" The most temptingly pathetic look was shown in her eyes and Gary couldn't help but to soften for her. All too common was the story and the gentleman nodded while releasing his hold on a revolver. "Alright, but you come back and pay your debt or your gonna notice a nice little bounty on your head," the man said before nodding towards the door then returned to counting the names written down in a log book. 'Got a big enough bounty on my head already mister but the sentiment is appreciated,' Joanne mused around in her thoughts before hastily exiting the Saloon. The man that had been at the desk leaned over the wide obstacle to gawk at her backside before returning to his "work". After she had left, instead of going back to the logs, Gary had pulled out a magazine and turned it sideways to whistle low at the centerfold of Lady Magnificent. "Now why can't someone like her come into this Saloon sometime," he said while pulling at his tight collar.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:30:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Meytir took his last drink swiftly as the woman spoke her words kindly. "Spose yer right ma'am, wouldn't be good fer business leaving a pile ah bodies on the floor." Meytir spoke and tipped his hat to The Drifter acknowledging her request and stood from his seat as the blood began to cake the soles of his boots. He stood over Jerry Burns as he was taking his last breaths of life before passing and calmly spoke to him, "Perhaps in the next life ye learn some manners." Meytir leaned over Jerry and grabbed his arm throwing it over his shoulder helping him rise, the blood began to flow out of his stomach in a steady stream, "Now let's find you a plot of land to call yer own. Consider it a partin gift." He spoke once more to the man as the life in his eyes began to fade whilst he took his final steps bringing the term 'Dead Man Walking' a reality.<br><br>Meytir noticed Lady and nodded politey to her as well as The Drifter, "Ladies" he spoke signaling his leave for the moment as he began to depart the saloon. The men began to gather around them as Lady teased The Drifter with the grope of her bottom. Meytir didn't pay much mind to it assuming they had known one another as he pulled one of his revolvers from his jacket with his free hand pointing it into the air, "Make way you lowlifes!" Meytir shouted as he released a round from the chamber hitting the ceiling forming a small hole giving way to the sun's light to enter. The men moved out of their path quickly as Meytir walked the dying Jerry Burns to his grave.<br><br>As they exited Jerry coughed up blood signaling his demise as his body slumped over releasing his final breath. "Rest easy partner." Meytir spoke as he shifted the man giving him a piggy back ride and began to move towards the cemetery. Upon arriving there were already freshly dug graves Meytir gave a smile and a slight sigh of relief, "Consider this yer lucky day." he spoke to the deceased affirming himself he was truly dead. As best he could Meytir attempted to plop the man into the grave without much harm as blood had smeared across the backside of his jacket and dabble onto his jeans. The grave-keeper approached him in an angered tone, "What the hell?! That grave was meant for another not some random drunk!" Meytir rose from the recently dug earth and pulled some coin from his pocket placing it into the digger's hand, "Then make another, leave this one in peace." he spoke as he snatched the shovel from his hand and digging up more earth to toss upon the body signaling his passing. The digger stood silently counting the money he had just earned by not putting up a fight as Meytir removed his jacket and draped it over his shoulder walking back to the Saloon once more. <br><br>Upon entering again the men had gathered once more as he made his way through the crowd. The blood began to give an unholy stench as he returned to his seat motioning to the bartender, now enjoying the show, "Damnit if yer not going to clean this up then I will. Gimme that mop." he spoke demandingly as he snatched the mop and pail and cleaned the mess best he could before sitting once more. A sweat formed on his brow as he finished handing the bartender the tools and taking a rag to clean his jacket and boots. </span>&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 01:59:07</strong>
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				The famous Lady Magnificent was soon all over this mystery woman with the black duster, literally. Apryl blushed a bit as she gawked in their direction. The Lady sure knew how to handle someone. The posters didn't do Lady magnificent justice, the show woman was a lot more disturbing in real life. It was one of the most disturbing things Apryl had seen in her life.&nbsp; And the men, she could only find one who wasn't gawking like an idiot; he was mopping up blood. Oh wait, she was gawking like an idiot too, but only in disbelief. Apryl supposed there was nothing like a little peep show to take the crowds mind off a dead man as she pulled herself together.<br><br>"I can't believe it," Apryl muttered to herself, "I'm surrounded by reprobates once again."<br><br>While the two woman continued to share a tight embrace, Apryl slowly made her way toward the one with the golden guns. She was weighing her options as she snaked through the crowd. One option was simply pick the man's pocket and grab a handful of gold leaf as she walked past. If she could just casually walk by and take a pot luck grab, she might come up with something. She was rarely ever caught when she did this, and when she was she had always gotten away unharmed. But this time, her thoughts were on something bigger, so she'd check out his holsters to see how he kept those guns pinned down. If the holster wasn't secure, she lift herself a gold revolver, but she had to know first.<br><br>Even if this guy was a complete boob like she suspected, especially seeing as he wasn't even able to avoid a busty showgirl's crotch punch, this would be no easy task. There were a lot of people watching him, and two twin girls fawning all over him who looked to be quick on the uptake. If only there was a distraction.<br><br>Then the drifter in the black duster spoke at the boob, Apryl saw the Wilson go up, then heard the challenge, and the tilting of hammer. If she was closest to the body when he died, she'd get the pick of litter before all the other vultures could have at it. The trick was, not making herself a target. What to do, what to do? She needed a shot at his money!<br><br>So Apryl found her body against the side of the man with the golden guns, even if she had to push someone else aside to get there. She was probably there in time to prevent him from drawing the weapon on his side because her was pressing against it. She looked up at his mustache, smiling, as she never knew how a man would react to her stare.<br><br>"Are you going to let her talk to you like that Mister, if I was you, I'd get my ass out of here before I was shot full of holes. But then I'm not the Best there is in the West."<br><br>Her hand graced his back pocket, hopefully finding a big wad of gold leaf to stuff in her shorts. That would be enough of a take to allow Apryl to call the mission a success, but she'd take more if she could.<br><br>"You actually have fairly a nice butt," she said, smiling at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 05:27:34</strong>
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				The Best in the West raised his arms high in the air when he felt the barrel of The Drifter's revolver press against his chest. His eyes slid along the craftsmanship, recognizing it to be none other than Wilson's. It had made the hairs on the back of his neck rise in terror. When Marilyn cocked back the hammer, he felt his heart pounding rapidly within his chest. The gunman furrowed his thin brows when Marilyn scoffed at him, and he parted his lips to speak, when suddenly Sunny tipped against his side. She embraced him with a tiny, cute smile on her lips. Her blue eyes were set on Marilyn, <em>the other blonde, blue-eyed girl</em>. As she stared at her with her innocent baby-blues, her bright and happy demeanor was like an illusion against the loathing she had for The Drifter. There could only be one!<br><br>"Heyo!" Sunny greeted. She then looked at the other girl, <strong>Apryl</strong>, who had taken to hugging the gunman's other side. Her face seemed to shine brighter when she looked at the girl and giggled. "Sharing is caring!"<br><br>Ginger had stalked up behind Apryl and watched her sticky hands working a wad of cash from the gunman's shorts. She patiently waited for her to get it out before she snagged her wrist just before she could stuff the cash into her shorts. The fiery, red-head brought Apryl's arm up to her breast and made her hand dip deep into her cup to deposit the cash beneath her warm bosom. "Thanks," Ginger said as she tossed her hand aside. She then drew her red pistol and waved it dismissively at the pickpocket. "There ain't nothin' but takin' and takin' in this world, Idiot. Git' a new hobby."<br><br>Ginger then glanced at Marilyn and aimed her pistol at her. "Now, now, Barbie. Trynna' git the Gunslinger's title ain't gonna be that easy. Ah'm also interested." She flashed a shiny, ruby smile at The Drifter.<br><br>Sunny reached down to draw her blue pistol and leaned off the gunman to add another line of fire to the cage that was slowly forming. She directed her gun at Lady Magnificent as she spoke, "We also plan to shoot the cow." Her blue eyes ran up and down Lady's form as she then added, "Lookin' a bit naked there."<br><br>Lady's right brow twitched at being called a cow, and then she snapped, "Wrong!" The gun mistress thrust her hands high above her head. They crossed at the wrists as she then rose on the balls of her feet, stretching her posture out. "Suit up!"<br><br>A vibrant light flashed from the woman, engulfing the entire bar interior as ruffians squinted their watering eyes. The light then shifted to another mode. Pinks, reds, and greens were shining about beneath the dark-skinned woman's feet as her arms began to lower. She crossed her left arm over her breast and then her right hand over her private as her clothes suddenly flashed away in a flurry of stars. A mysterious gust came out of nowhere to lift her hair and have each strand splaying in all directions. Soon a pair of rhinestone studded cowboy boots materialized onto her feet, and then a red stringy thong and jean-clad shorts formed on her hips.<br><br>Lady Mag leaned backwards, unfurling her arms as stars shined from the tips of her nipples and then morphed a red bra over her plump orbs. Her left knee arched as her back went parallel to the floor. Rhinestone studded riding gloves flashed onto her hands, a small denim vest blossom on her shoulders, and then her pink and black pistols blinked onto her hips. Lady slowly began to lower her leg back to the ground and right herself. Once she had straightened, she held her right hand out to the side as a rhinestone studded Stetson morphed into existence. She brought the hat onto her head to complete her transformation, and instantly the light effect ended, and the bar was silent.<br><br>The gunman, the twins, and even the men around Lady were staring at the vixen with their mouths hanging open at what the hell had just happened. Lady blushed as she reached into her back pocket and removed a small, disk-like device. She held it up and giggled, "It's the newest thing on the market. It's like a portable wardrobe. Isn't it cute?" It seemed to sparkle like some flamboyant contraption from some Japanese show. Putting the device away, Lady removed her pistols and pointed one at Marilyn, and then the other at Sunny. <br>Peering at Marilyn out of the corner of her eyes, Lady apologized, "No offense, Dear, but we all want the same thing here. Business is business, I'm sure you can understand."<br><br>The Best in the West had forgotten he was even being held up as the image of Lady Mag's nude body played over and over in his head. The bartender scowled when he saw all the gunslingers pointing their guns in all directions at each other. He reached down behind the counter to remove his shotgun and sighed deeply as he then cocked the thing, "Damn you gunslingers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 06:28:03</strong>
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				Apryl could have cared less about Sunny. A big wad of money was so close to being in her bag, all she could think of was wishing the fake good luck and run off to count her gambling wad. She'd do almost anything for the sake of the game, but now reward had given way to risk as her hand was waylaid at the last minute and stuffed into another girl's bosom. The worthless old revolver with the red electroplating was snatched out of Apryl's&nbsp; holster in the midst of this. The money was nothing worth fighting over, being called an idiot was no big deal, but waving a pistol in front of Apryl's face got her attention. <br><br>With the Best in the West's hands high in the air, the instant surrender revealing the coward he was, Apryl found it rather easy to slip out the golden gun at her side. She hoped to god it had the performance of at least an average revolver, as she doubted it was a Wilson. The gun found it's grip in her right hand as she pulled out her own revolver and simply kept it on the ready in her left hand. The gold revolver she had just lifted would be kept at her side, just in case the thing was actually useful. It felt nice to have two revolvers for a change, even if one was rather suspect. She would face forward and remain still as everyone else was aiming there weapons at each other. Her side vision and her hearing could help her adjust her aim if attacked. This was a dangerous game she'd gotten herself into, but her pride had just been wounded terribly, and she was determined to walk away with something, even a bogus weapon. They couldn't just let her take her share of the money and run, they had to wave a gun in her face, now she had to prove her ability's. Just because she couldn't lie didn't mean she couldn't steal. She kept her mind trained mostly on Sunny and Ginger, who'd be the most likely to catch and counter her. The funny thing was, no one had ever even thought to really point a weapon at her, making the game all too easy, they were all committed to someone else leaving her free to pick any target she chose for now. But she didn't pick a target or even say a word to anybody, she was too busy thinking about how to quietly make her exit with the loot. The man's gun had to be worth a fortune, so if she could just make her escape.<br><br>Then the light show went off.<br><br>Thank you magnificent, she thought to herself. If everyone was sufficiently distracted by the light and strip show, she'd be making her way back into the crowd and working herself toward the exit.&nbsp; She lifted her gun&nbsp; but kept it cocked and ready in case someone decided to fire at her while she made her getaway. A gunfight was about to start, and she wanted to be as close to the door as possible with her loot. It would be interesting when Lady Magnificent finished her show and someone noticed the loon had one less gun, that was if someone hadn't noticed already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 10:43:43</strong>
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				Meytir let out a sigh as everything unfolded around him, Lady's kinky transformation as the men around her ogled seeing her naked body, The self-proclaimed 'Best in the West' being pick pocketed by the petty thief, Apryl, and in turn being pick pocketed herself by the twins, The Drifter challenging the Coward of the West, and the bartender pulling a shotgun upon everyone. Meytir set his jacket down upon the stool next to him as he drew his guns as well being at a vantage point on the other side of the group he pointed one at the bartender and the other pointing in the group's direction. He pulled the hammers back on both revolvers and spoke coldly, <strong>"I dun give a damn who any of you are, you shoot in a crowded bar with innocent people, regardless of how idiotic they maybe, I'll plug one into each of ya."</strong> He gave a cold stare to each of them proving his point as he continued while people began to panic with the amount of weaponry being flashed in a manner of seconds.<br><br><strong>"Take it outside and bartender I swear to whatever greater power you believe in if you got one ounce o sense in ya you'll put that damn gun down ya'hear?!"</strong> He kept his revolvers trained on him and the group, any attempting to make a shot he would attempt to shoot the gun out of their hand before it fired. He stood from his seat once more motioning to his blood soaked jacket with his head, <strong>"I've already had to bury one poor bastard today, although I agree it be just."</strong> he spoke as he gave a slight nod to the Drifter before continuing, <strong>"I ain't cleaning up nother' mess here...Now move."</strong> He motioned to the door with his revolver pointed at the group before looking in the bartender's direction and motioned it downward to get him to put it away. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 19:21:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Somewhere in the Desert...</strong></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">That bosom was more than prominent as The Designer leaned over the driver's window and gave the man sitting in the truck that sultry smile. Brown eyes were just fixed on the swollen pair, focusing in on the deep shadow between her cleavage. Dean could feel his thighs quivering from the thoughts that were entering his mind. 'Oh Dear Lord, God has blessed you child,' he thought to himself while still holding that lecherous gaze. Dean was a Man of God, but with a woman like this, he'd be more than happy to become a Sinner. He swallowed thickly and tore his eyes away from the beautiful sight and returned her smile charmingly. Perhaps in his younger years Dean was quite the prospective bachelor, but the years on Eastwood were never kind to anyone and he had aged into a shadow of his former glory. <br><br>"So, Mister Dean, can ya help a girl out? Like I said, I don't have any money on me but I am sure," Joanne said while eying his body in a suggestive manner, " ... that I can find some sort o'way to repay you for givin' me a lift". Dean's tongue lashed out and licked chapped lips in his apparent wanting of this stranger woman. The offer was just too good to be true! <br><br>"Well of course ma'am. Can't leave a pretty lady like you out here in the desert all alone. I would hate for something God awful to happen to you out here while on your lonesome. Hope on in baby girl," Dean replied while nodding to the passenger seat. Joanne gave a little excited squeal and bounced on the balls of her feet to jiggle her chest in front of Dead which made him swallow again. 'Good God Almighty...' <br><br>Joanne trotted on over to the other side of the vehicle and hopped right into the truck before Dean put the truck into gear. As soon as the man started down the road again, Joanne looked over at him and smiled. "I really can't thank you enough for giving me a ride, Dean, but ..." <br><br>"Hm," he questioned in a hum while passing a glance over to her. As soon as she was in the edges of his vision, all he saw was a strong fist coming for his face, and then felt the blunt force of being caught with a right jab to his cheek. The momentum carried him over to hit his head on the frame of his door, and Dean suddenly felt himself falling while the sound of his tires grew more loud. 'What the?!', was Dean's last thought before he collided with desert sand and rolled several feet, lucky enough to miss being run over by his own truck. <br><br>Joanne pressed the gas pedal and plucked what used to be Dean's aviators off the dashboard and set them on her nose. A little smirk played around the edges of her lips while speeding off further into the desert following faint tracks left behind from her motorcycle. Holding his cheek, Dean sat up and squinted against the sun and watched as that sexy woman made off with his vehicle. "This is what I get for sinning, isn't it, Old Man," he asked God before releasing a long sigh and lifting himself to follow after that woman on foot in the hot desert heat. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Dead Horse Saloon</strong></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue eyes drifted down to the guns that were at the man's side as soon as his hands rose up in the air in a surrendering gesture. Those were definitely not Wilson's and this man was no gunslinger. He was full of nothing but lies. There was absolutely no way this man The Drifter was holding up could have killed Gun, even if her old mentor had been piss drunk. Listening to the sounds of each and every gun being pulled on her and others, The Drifter sighed to herself silently. This situation was just not worth getting shot over, and she would hate to shoot Lady Mag, too. <br><br>"Alright, y'all can fight over this man," The Drifter said while withdrawing her gun from him, though never tucking it back into its leather holster," He's nuthin' but a liar. Those guns ain't Wilson's and he's been lyin' this whole time to all o'ya'll. If ya don't believe me, you can ask that there girl over there to show the gun that she juss stole from 'im," the gunslinger said while carelessly gesturing over to <strong>Apryl</strong>. "They ain't got Wilson's mark on 'em an' Ah ain't gonna get shot over some silly man pretendin' to be the 'Best in the West'."<br><br>The Drifter turned slightly to Lady Mag and gave her a 'What the Hell' expression before saying, "You were really gonna shoot me? Thought you liked me a bit more than that, Lady. An' what the hell was with the lights? You always gotta be so flashy, Lady?" The gunslinger walked away from the debacle and stopped at <strong>Meytir's </strong>side for a moment and shoved his aiming arm downward. "Put it away 'fore you get hurt, stranger. You ain't messin' with stupid people here," The Drifter said before passing a glance back to the stand off. "Alright well, not the brightest people, but they're all dangerous". Walking to a barstool, the woman set her little self down and propped up elbows on the counter to rub at her temples while she leaned forward. <br><br>'Why do Ah always get into these situations, and where the hell is Gun if this man is a fake?' she thought to herself while regretting ever stepping foot in this town. God, she needed another shot of whiskey, or two, maybe three or four. Hell, a whole handle wouldn't make her mood better.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:18:46</strong>
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				The gunman swallowed thickly as he stared at the circle of death that had formed around him. When The Drifter removed her gun from his chest, he blinked his eyes in confusion, and then listened as she announced him as a fake. It brought a nervous grin to his face as he looked around at all the scum in the bar. It suddenly felt suffocating like there were several ugly glares being aimed in his direction. When she mentioned <strong>Apryl</strong>, the gunman turned to look at her with his golden revolver. "You little bitch!" he roared. He peered down to see that one of his holsters was empty to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.<br><br>Lady Mag lowered her pistol and smiled warmly at Marilyn. "I'm sorry, Dear," she apologized and then raised her fingers to her rosy cheeks. "Fashion is everything, Mary."<br><br>The bartender wrinkled his nose at <strong>Meytir</strong> as he lowered his shotgun. He hadn't lowered it when the young man had threatened him, but when it looked like the duel was breaking up. "You sh'ain't act like a sheriff 'round here, Boy," the bartender informed. "Or you'll be in a grave as soon as you walk out the door." He wasn't threatening him, but offering him some wise information. The gunman didn’t look like a sheriff, but he sure did act like one.<br><br>A few thieves that were sitting near the exit drew their guns and aimed them at the <strong>Apryl</strong>. One, the gun looked like gold even if it wasn't a Wilson, and Two, gold was still valuable. "Put the gun down, Missy, or I'll shoot you another bloody eye," one of the thieves growled. They slowly began cautiously rising from their chairs and gazed around at all the thieves who were interested in those guns.<br><br>"Looks like only one of us is gettin' it," said another one of the thieves with a dark grin.<br><br>"Looks like it," said another.<br><br>Just then, the saloon door opened and the low trod of boots trailed along the floorboards. The stranger’s scarlet hair rose on a dusty gale that washed into the bar. All eyes turned to the door to gaze upon the gunman that had stepped in. The thieves curiously scowled at the man until his chin rose and his maroon eyes circled the room. They first were directed upwards at the banner that read Best in the West, and then to all the dirty faces that were glaring his way. He had recognized the twins, Marilyn, and Lady Mag but didn’t pay them a single look of recognition. <br><br>“The Best in the West, eh?” the gunman questioned amongst the silence, “Well, where is he?”<br><br>A few men began to point in the direction of the rich gunman who stood in wonder with the twins and Lady. In an instant, gunfire filled the bar. It had every gunman on their edge of their seat as they searched about for the source. The men who had pointed at the mustached stranger began tumbling from their chairs with a bloodied cry, and when every single one of them were dead, the spooked gunmen brought their eyes back to the door to see the red-headed gunslinger with a platinum, Wilson revolver in his right hand. The nose was expelling smoke and the red-head brought his eyes down to <strong>Apryl</strong> as he then held the nozzle of the gun out to her just below her chin. <br><br>“Go on ahead and blow that off for me will ya?” he questioned. It sounded almost perverted, and unmentioned, he only wanted to see if the cute, heterchromatic girl would pucker her lips and actually do it.<br><br>The rich gunman’s mouth dropped in awe and he quickly glanced around to see if others were feeling the same as he. There were thugs gripping the table and their beer bottles tensely at what had just happened. It had happened so fast that they could hardly keep up with the shots. The red-headed gunslinger arrogantly grinned as he slid his revolver back into its holster. “There is only one Best in the West and that is me,” The Gunslinger declared. “Ya’ll know me as The Gunslinger. So, if this is a party for me, then well shucks, bring on the whiskey, and where the hot babes at?”<br><br>The Gunslinger walked around the thief girl and made himself at home. There was a long and proud smile on his face as he seemed to be heading straight for the circle where Lady and the twins stood. She had been waiting anxiously for him to arrive and when he was just before her, she thrust her arms out with an excited cry, “Gun!” Her eyes then widened stupidly when Zieg stepped right out of range of her embrace and was walking around her as though she didn’t exist. Her arms crossed about air as she stood there shocked at what had just happened.<br><br>The twins giggled in unison at Lady Mag as they turned to follow after Gun. “No one likes a bimbo,” Ginger scoffed over her shoulder. She happily went for Gun’s right arm and found that her arms too had wrapped around nothing as he swiftly pulled his arm right from her grip. He gave Sunny the same treatment and the twins watched him continue on his way toward the bar.<br><br>“Hmph!” said Sunny as she crossed her arms angrily. “Meanie!”<br><br>Two saloon girls approached The Gunslinger next and he curiously stopped. One had her golden locks drawn up in pins. She was wearing a red and black gown with a rippling trim and holding two bottles of whiskey in each of her hand. She was pretty fruitful with the nipples of her swollen breast lightly hinted behind the silk of her collar. Her thick thighs were adorned in fishnet stockings, and she was timidly rubbing her knees together as she stood in the presence of such an important man. Her friend who had cinnamon tresses was holding two bottles of whiskey in each of her hand also. Her breasts weren’t as fully developed as her friends but she had quite the bottom.<br><br>“Um, excuse me,” the gold blonde spoke nervously. “My friend and I brought you some whiskey, and we were hopin’ you’d um…have us tonight?” She then turned her head to hide her face in her embarrassment.<br><br>The Gunslinger grinned extra big and spread his arms to draw these wonderful women into a large hug. “How can I refuse?” he replied. He chuckled at the feel of the blonde’s knockers squishing up against his chest and the feel of the brunette’s warm bottom against his hand. He gave it a strong grope as the girl gasped into his ear.<br><br>“Oh my, Sir, you’re so naughty,” the brunette gasped in embarrassment.<br><br>“You ain’t seen the rest of me yet,” The Gunslinger laughed.<br><br>“Is that right?” Lady Mag questioned. She stood right behind Gun with her arms crossed. When he turned a lone maroon eye over his shoulder, he noticed that the twins were also with her.<br><br>The Gunslinger turned around with his arms strung about the waists of the saloon girls. One of his hands was clutching the blonde’s breast and the other the brunette’s bottom as they stood there like flushed virgins. “What do you hags want?” he grumbled.<br><br>Lady Mag brought her fingers to her forehead. It was unlady-like to frown so deeply at such an ignorant man. The frown lines would ruin her beautiful face. “Hags?” she questioned on a quivering breath. She breathed in deeply, and then breathed out, her chest swelling and then sinking before she lowered her hand and gave Zieg a weak smile. “Is that how you greet your old friends? Especially me, Gun. I haven’t seen you in forever and your hair grown out.” She stepped forward to reach out past his shoulder and drag her fingers threw his mane.<br><br>The Gunslinger smiled as soon as the saloon girls took a moment to run their fingers through his hair, and then the twins. He felt like a cat being stroked. “Yeah, but it’s almost summer. I’ll have to cut it soon.”<br><br>“Aw, but it’s so pretty,” said Sunny.<br><br>“Yeah, well…” Zieg blinked his eyes as he realized the conversation just dramatically changed. “Wait a damn second!” He scrambled away from Mag and the twins with the saloon girls still greedily in his clutches. “I said Hi now you washed-up witches get out of m’ah way. I got me some fresh girls who haven’t been ‘round the ol’ trash bin.”<br><br>Lady Mag’s glamorous face suddenly melted away behind a very harsh frown. The men around her were taken back by the evil glower that brought shadows beneath her eyes and a deep crease between her brows. Around the three women, a menacing presence materialized. “It’s the devil!” a religious man screamed before fleeing away from the three gun mistresses.<br><br>Zieg was halfway up the stairs when his face contorted in pain. Someone had grabbed his hair in a tight grip and was jerking his head backwards. When The Gunslinger happened to lean all the way back, he released the saloon girls as his eyes came in an upside-down view of a pissed off Lady. “I-I was only foolin’,” Zieg timidly laughed.<br><br>There was a series of thuds as the dark-skinned beauty dragged The Gunslinger by his hair down the bar steps. When he struck the bottom, the twins snagged his arms and the three kidnapped him to one of the far walls in the saloon. Men watched in horror as The Gunslinger was slammed a top a table. They soon no longer could see what was being done to him as the backs of the women blocked their view. They eventually saw arms and legs flailing about and then heard agonized screams. Ginger had unbuttoned his vest and was dragging her sharp nails across The Gunslinger’s stomach, while Sunny then shook salt into the cuts, and then Mag brought The Gunslinger’s belt down upon the wounds like a whip. It was hard to believe that the man was truly The Best in the West, but they had seen it with their own eyes!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:25:17</strong>
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				Honestly, it humorous that he was angry with her. He was lucky she hadn't challenged him herself, shot him, and took everything. Apryl had half a mind to do just that before the somewhat scantily clad drifter in the black duster had beat her to it. It was amazing how plans had to change on the spur of multiple moments on a fast paced world like Eastwood. <br><br>One thing Apryl didn't fool around with was people attempting to shoot her, if you drew your gun at her, you were a target. And the red revolver she carried with her may have had no mark, but she knew how to handle the creaky old thing and deal with all its mood disorders better than anyone else in this world. When she aimed the gun, it looked like her aim was low by a mile and that she was unable to keep her arm straight, but the thing had kickback that could break a mules leg. It fired fast, but one had to keep their elbows loose and aim low, and every shot after the first required a quick adjustment.<br><br>She was about to kick a table over and start shooting just to prove a point when everyone's attention was diverted to the real deal. He asked a question, and a bunch of her targets answered wrong, ending up dead before she ever got a chance to test herself. To tell the truth, she was perfectly fine with that, as she never felt all too sure of herself and was afraid of getting wounded. The gold gun went in her holster, but she decided to keep the gun she was actually comfortable firing in her hand.<br><br>This real deal wasn't to bad looking if you overlooked some of the scars gracing his skin, and the red hair was certainly not an unwelcome touch. Still, Apryl was no crass showgirl, she didn't take too kindly to inuendo of that kind and didn't intend to humor him even if he was the real deal. <br><br>"Mister, you just saved me a boat load of trouble, much obliged," she said, "You may be the real deal, but that's all the more reason to be a man and blow off your own damned barrel."<br><br>She knew his kind, show a little fear and they walk over you, especially if your a woman. She turned her back and started walking to the coat rack to retrieve her trench coat. A hand rested on her golden loot, it had to be worth enough once pawned to keep her living easy for a year, or enough to keep her gambling for a week. It was time to get out of town, and if anyone besides the real deal wanted to get smart and pull a rod on her she swore shoot him square between the eyes with the red gun before anyone knew what was going on. It was self defense, it was. As much as she didn't like murder these reprobates were asking for it, and it was less risky than trying to be sweet and shooting a gun out of their hands.<br><br>Hopefully, she wouldn't be around long enough to see the real deal get dragged down the stairs to the back and manhandled by a duo of catty women and one curvy star.<br><br>Then again, if the gun was a steady shot, maybe she'd keep it..... nah!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 11:30:35</strong>
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				Meytir lowered his guns after the Drifter pushed his aiming arm downward and the rest followed. As she spoke her words of wisdom he replied subtlety, <strong>"Wilson er not, yer not the only one who has seen hardships miss."</strong> there was no intention of a threat but more so point out he could handle himself around a gun quite well. When the bartender lowered his shotgun and said he should drop the sheriff role he scoffed at him in return, <strong>"I dun give two shits bout yer problems here bartender, but I ave a good nough mind on my shoulders to not kill innocents." </strong>Meytir holstered his guns once more as the red haired gunman walked into the saloon calming he was "Best in the West." <em>I've just bout had nough of this Best in the West shit fer one day,</em> Meytir thought to himself as he looked over to him.<br><br>In a flash the gunman unleashed a barrage of munitions&nbsp; into various others, Meytir was able to trace a few of the shots as they flew past but not all of them. The gunman was definitely fast he would give him that but what impressed him most was he took them all out with one gun, a Wilson no doubt. The men fell over dead instantly as Meytir looked at the bartender with a smug look, <strong>"Yer turn to clean them up."</strong> he spoke as he tilted his head towards the bodies and picked up his jacket once more to finish cleaning it. <br><br>Meytir kept his eyes on the red haired gunman as he attempted to coerce the thief, Apryl, into blowing the smoke off his gun although she didn't buy it. He continued to watch silently as the man grabbed the two women perversely and conversed with Lady and the twins. Meytir couldn't hear their words but obviously he pissed them off enough to the point they would proceed to torture him as he was laid out on the table.&nbsp; The need to assist him was minuscule at best if he truly was whom he claimed to be Meytir figured he would be able to get out himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 21:26:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Dead Horse Saloon</strong></span></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Speak of the Devil and He shall appear," was the first thought that came to Marilyn's mind. Apparently it applied to thinking about that specific person too. "Should'a turned right around instead o'comin' here. Ah juss knew <em>Trouble </em>was gonna find his ass in here soon enough if Ah did," continued the thought.&nbsp; With a small sigh, The Drifter leaned forward, plucked a bottle of whiskey from the counter, then took a long swig from the drink. <br><br><em>Thud. Thud. Thudthudthud<strong>thud</strong>.</em><br><br>The sound caused her to arch a brow after she had all but ignored what was taking place in the saloon. And there went Lady Mag dragging <em>Trouble </em>by his hair with the twins at her side. The Drifter couldn't help but to take a little pity on her old mentor. Sure Gun was rude, womanizing, arrogant in the worst way, rude, and womanizing... Ah, she just wanted to reiterate the fact that he was a <em>womanizer </em>and <em>rude </em>again just because The Drifter could. But the woman had known him for a long time, and was she not just about to stand up to a man that had falsely claimed his title? "Alright, alright. Get Gun outta trouble, <em>again</em>, and then it's time fer me to leave. Ah am not about to get mixed up in all his shenanigans," she muttered to herself while lifting from the stool. <br><br>A glance was passed up to the two shocked ladies who were just about to make away with The Best in the West, and Marilyn waved them away. "Best you girls leave 'im be an' go find yourselves some other man. This one ain't worth the trouble, trust me. Ah've been with 'im fer years," the gunslinger said while ever so slowly and casually strolling towards the screaming Gun. The bottle of whiskey was still in her hand—as if Marilyn would ever let that precious little item go—when she finally reached the table he was being held down on.<br><br>The Drifter sighed and still mentally cursed herself for getting involved before saying," Here now, let me help out a bit..." She squeezed in between Lady and Ginger after having set her long, black, and bullet-hole filled duster on the back of a chair. Swatting away Ginger's and Sunny's hands, Marilyn gave Gun a look of pure sympathy. "Ya know... if ya learned to juss keep yer mouth shut ya might not end up in si'tiations like this, Gun. Ah feel a bit sorry fer you sometimes. It's like ya juss don' know better," she commented while offering him a drink of the whiskey in her hands knowing that it was just a tease and Gun had no way of being able to sip from the bottle. <br><br>"Ah've got something better fer you girls too see if he don't apologize to ya'll. Excuse me fer a moment," The Drifter commented while leaning in low over Gun, allowing her eyes to roam along his face, while a hand captured his jaw. It almost seemed as if the woman were going to kiss him to an outsider's viewpoint, but to those that were close like Lady, they knew better. She pressed her buxom chest against his, knowing just how much it made his skin crawl to have Marilyn touching any part of Gun, <em>especially the good parts</em>. <br><br>Marilyn whispered softly in The Gunslinger's ear so that no other would be able to hear, "Something that was taken a long time ago in a little place called Shanty Town. It's shiny, and flat all shaped like a rectangle and hidden away where no one but me knows where it is. Now Ah know you don't want that seen so, Gun, the choice is up to you. You can say yer sorry, or you can stay here while Ah walk away and do nothin' about what's going on while I go to Velvety's home and show him that picture Ah took".</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 01:54:11</strong>
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				<strong>...This one ain't worth the trouble, trust me. Ah've been with 'im fer years.</strong> [<em>Marilyn</em>]<br><br>The two saloon girls blinked their eyes at Marilyn in surprise. The brunette then whispered to her blonde friend, <em>Gosh, she must be his girlfriend.</em><br><br><em>Or a tramp,</em> the blonde replied. If she wasn't, she certainly did sound and dressed like one.<br><br>Lady ceased her whipping when she felt Marilyn nudging in between her and Ginger. The twins drew back their hands after Marilyn gave them a slap and glared at her evilly. Zieg crossed his arms over the red, slash marks on his stomach, and groaned from behind his grit teeth, "Shit. I ain't done nothin' wrong." He then turned his cheek dismissively to the bottle of whiskey she tried to offer him. "You ain't got nothin' I want."<br><br>Zieg then frowned at Marilyn when she claimed to have <em>something</em>. "Stop lyin' you stupid blonde," he growled. His eyes then widened in surprise when she leaned over him. He felt her chest give against his like hot water balloons and then felt her hand on the side of his light, bristly cheek. His heart was racing as her face drew closer and her shadow casted over his face. <em>What the hell is she thinkin'?</em> he mentally panicked. Was The Drifter trying to come onto him? Did she miss him that much? He felt suddenly frightened. He didn't know what to do; and then, he felt her face go right past his and her breath was on his ear.<br><br>The Gunslinger stopped breathing as he heard The Drifter whisper her dirty, little secret. And boy was it dirty, the very thought of her passing around that photo made Zieg's eyes shrink in terror as he was thrown into a distant flashback. <em>Back in Shanty Town when Marilyn had agreed to help a bunch of overzealous, pirate nuns fight against some horn-dog ninjas. Those babes were hot and the only way he could manage to sneak on the boat was to pretend to be...the image of him cleanly shaven, smelling of dove soap, wearing a pink rainbow shirt, and tight-ass blue jeans flashed into his mind.</em> The image made The Gunslinger's right eye twitch as his cheeks glowed in embarrassment.<br><br>Lady clapped her hands and hopped up and down in amusement when she saw Zieg blush. "Oh my, Marilyn, you're so dirty." She was thinking of something completely different that had got The Gunslinger to blush.<br><br>A shudder passed through Zieg's body before he abruptly unleashed an enraged bellow. The cry made Lady jump in startle as she then watched Gun lock his arms about Marilyn's waist and roll off the table. The two thumped across the floor and the twin's eyes were wide in shock to see Zieg on top of Marilyn, pressing his hand against her chin to hold her head back as he then shoved his hand down her bra and rustled it around as though he were in search for something.<br><br>"Gun, you bastard!" Lady exclaimed, and then ran over to lock her arms beneath his shoulders and tried to lift him off.<br><br>Zieg clung to Marilyn like a wet cat as he shouted at her, "Where the fuck is it, you blackmailin' bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" He snagged a wad of her blonde hair as Mag managed to almost pry him off. The entire room was watching the wrestling match that broke out in the back of the saloon. Some were even starting to place bets as money started floating around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:02:37</strong>
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				"Reprobates, all of 'em," <br><br>Apryl could have cared less about the whole kitten kaboodle, she simply walked to the back where the coats were hung and picked her long red trench coat off the hook. Her arms slipped into the sleeves one at a time. First the left hand, then she tossed her gun to the left and put in her right. A small amount of gold sickness was occupying her mind, as she felt every low life here was after the golden gun she just nabbed from the wealthy fool who was lucky to be still alive and have one gold gun to still show for it. Not that she wanted to be greedy and try for the other. There would simply be no getting away with it, no how.<br><br>Since the real deal had shoot the thieves who went after her, everyone seemed to consider her under some divine protection now. Not one person tried to stop her, aimed a gun, or even tried to get anywhere near her as she walked toward the door with her gun circling around her index finger. No one even knew she was actually a pretty good shot, it was all thanks to the real deal. An easy pickings and she'd only have to say twenty long prayers to get her forgiveness for stealing. Killing all those boys, if she could without injury, would have been two days of prayers, so actually, she sort of owed the real deal in more ways than one. To bad he'd helped her for free, besides, she already thanked him in a way.<br><br>By the time she was at the door he was rolling around the floor with the scantily clad drifter in the black duster. Since she was at the door, she looked back one last time out of mild interest, then threw a look at the gunman who had cleaned up the corpse.<br><br>"Funny how the big breasted ones can never show any self control," she said with a half cocked smile, and turned to go out the door.<br><br>Then someone yelled they were taking bets. Apryl's eye cocked as she turned back around, trying to resist....... no.... not the time for this.... damn. Apryl jumped on a table.<br><br>"All the money I got on the real deal, every last copper piece, and I'll throw the gold gun in for anyone willing to value it fairly! Anyone try to shoot me and yer deal with my good friend, the real deal!" she yelled. "Come on, you can do it guy, if you don't win you owe me big, I gotta lot of money ridin' on ya!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 09:11:31</strong>
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				Then through saloon doors walked in something quite rare in these wastelands.....a priest in dark leather trenchcoat and with worn traveler's boots clapping on the floor of the saloon. A pair of guns in his weapon belt and a bible hanging from sturdy steel chain at his side. Of course crowd's attention was in the wrestling match so his entrance came undetected for now.<br><br><em>So, here is suppose to be some gunslinger here? Who he could be.....</em><br><br>Jacob detested these hives and dens of sin, as they were sign of mankind's corruption and walking down the path of damnation. But he also knew some folks were forced to open these establishments to control and keep worst what mankind has to offer in one location. So keep the filthy hands of bandits and brigands away from virtuous women and instead focus on maidens who need money to survive and have will endure the filth of the place. Then his dark green eyes drifted slowly towards the scene what everyone was looking at! See a man assaulting a woman! He said in quiet prayer;<br><br><sub>"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice:<br>but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn."</sub><br><br>Quick like lightning he rushed towards the wrestling match with quick steps through the crowd and shouted; <strong>"Thou shalt not commit sin of lust, son of Babylon!"</strong> Then he performs quick and strong round house kick aimed on man's chest! Intending kick and knock him off the woman! Zieg can see a blunt steel boot heel rapidly approaching from his right side and see a light brown haired green eyed angry man kicking towards him! Bearing a vatican cross in his chest where is blunted bullet glued on it's frame. The leather trenchcoat flowing by motion of the kick around the so far nameless priest, but some could recognize his face from wanted poster; brother Jacob Willbrough, thousand dollar reward from manslaughter from Riverport saloon 'Coyote's Howl'. Considered 'armed and dangerous' and madman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 14:08:28</strong>
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				Meytir sat in silence smirking at the bartender with his previous comment knowing he had pissed him off. As the wrestling match began he simply placed a hand upon his brow as the various men and women began to place bets on who would be victorious, <strong>"Idiots,"</strong> Meytir spoke aloud just before seeing the priest walk into the Saloon, <strong>"Every last one of em."</strong> he began to rise from his seat with the intention to break up the fight.<br><br>He removed his black tanned hat placing it upon the blood stained jacket revealing his long dark brown hair as he stood in anger before the rest of the morons in the saloon. He swiftly moved from one end of the bar to the other and at this point he noticed the gun priest yell his words of god speak as he attempted to deliver a blow to the chest of the self-proclaimed 'Best in the West.' Although Meytir was not a big fan of men in the cloth, simply due to the fact they <em>always</em> try to convert you to their religion, he gave a big smirk seeing the justice done. <br><br>As Meytir finally reached the three through the crowd disappointed by the sudden interruption he calmly gave a hand to the Drifter, <strong>"Can't a man get one moment of peace round' here to enjoy the drink?"</strong> he spoke to her before looking over to the priest. <strong>"I thank ye, sir.</strong>" he spoke to the man as he saw the anger filled within his eyes and gave him a pat on the back before looking over Zieg making sure the man was alright. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 17:46:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The roar of rage that had come from the Gunslinger didn't surprise Marilyn at all as she was expecting such a reaction from the man unlike Lady. Those blue eyes narrowed at Gun and all of the sudden they were on the floor after a tug around her waist. "You idiot! Ah was on'y tryin' ... to get you to apologize to the ladies, you bastard! Gerroffo'me!" <br><br>The Drifter's hands immediately found that man's long red locks and tangled hard into them while Gun's hand went foraging like a starving person through her top. "No you ain't gonna kill me you dirty, womanizin' bastard 'cause as soon as Ah stop breathin' it goes straight to 'im! STRAIGHT TO 'IM GUN!" She gave out a tart yelp as Lady almost drug Gun from her body, her hair almost being pulled from her scalp while the Drifter attempted to rip his right out in self defense.<br><br>Marilyn jerked her head away, releasing her hair from Gun's grip though at the loss of a few strands of her beautiful hair. The gunslinger had enough room to maneuver now though even as that strange priest man had come in shouting all sorts of nonsense. Somewhere in the background of all the scuffling and yelling that had roared up, the Drifter could hear that thief girl shouting along with them too. <br><br>But none of it mattered right now. All that did matter was that Gun was going to pay for attacking her like that! With a gunslinger's reflexes, Marilyn rolled over onto her side and lunged at Gun, toppling him over just Jacob—that damned priest—had planted his kick square onto the Gunslinger. <br><br>Marilyn had wrapped her legs around Gun and grabbed a hold of his head in the intent of banging it multiple times again the floor but a sudden distraction stopped her. Another long shadow had crossed along the floorboards but the outline was familiar to Marilyn. The Drifter paused for a second and looked towards the door to see a woman pointing a revolver straight at her and Gun. <br><br>"Huh, well that looks familiar. Mary what are you doin' on top of that man in the middle of a bar. Didn't I teach you to at least get a room first? Child, I don't know what I am gonna do with you. Now, time to stop playin' so I can get my stuff back that he stole," the woman said with fiery red hair blazing around her face. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 19:36:23</strong>
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				The rich man overheard the thief setting down money and <em>his gun!</em> He strode over to the betting table and reached deep into his inner coat pocket to draw out a fan of paper gold that he slapped onto the table. "I’m bettin' everythin' on the blonde!" he exclaimed, and then leered at <strong>Apryl</strong> with the stink eye. He was determined to get what was stolen from him even at the expense of leaving the thief with nothing. He kept his hand on the golden gun in its holster in case the woman got too greedy. About now, he'd find any excuse to blow her head off.<br><br>The Gunslinger bore his teeth as he felt Marilyn snag his hair as he had snagged hers. That was it! He was going to cut it all off as soon as he found a barber shop. Lady had almost succeeded to pull him free when out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked to be a boot heading straight for his chest. Zieg released Marilyn as he tossed his weight back against Lady. His hands locked about the back of her knees and made her fall upon her bottom as he continued to lean back, feeling the air of the stranger's boot across his chest as he inspected the leg up to a man in a leather coat. The Gunslinger's head had plopped back against Lady's bosoms as he sat back as though he were in an adjustable seat. He saw the cross that whipped about at the man's dexterous movements, and it made him arch a brow to think that a priest was in a bar.<br><br>Zieg frowned; he should have known there'd be some heroes trying to save a bit of ass. "She ain't worth helpin'!" he shouted. He then pointed at the priest and immaturely accused, "Yer just lookin' for some ass!" His eyes then flicked to The Drifter as she launched herself upon him. He was forced further back into Lady as he felt Marilyn's hand upon the side of his head and Lady's once tantalizing breasts were now lethal tools of suffocation. His face was turned into her bra and beneath Marilyn's leg-locked grip he began to squirm as though he were being smothered.<br><br>Lady blushed in embarrassment as she felt Gun's face turned against her bosoms and Marilyn was also on top of her. "Mary, Dear, I understand your passion for Gun, but if this keeps up, I may not be able to control myself." She then turned her head and was trying to look as innocent and distressed as a whorish woman could be, but the sandwich was turning her on. Just the thought of no longer seeming less of a whore around Marilyn made her feel concerned.<br><br>The rich man shoved his elbow against Apryl's arm when he saw the shift in the fight. Her <em>real deal</em> no longer had the upper hand, and he was about to win everything back.<br><br>The twins were staring at <strong>The Preacher</strong> who attacked Gun and were musing over Gun's accusation that this holy man was only looking for some sin himself. The red and blue-fashioned twins held each other in their arms as they just stared at the priest like apparitions from <em>The Shining.</em> Ginger's arms were snaked about Sunny's waist and her hands were resting lightly on her bottom, her fingers pulling gently up on the back of her shorts to reveal the beginning milky curve of her bottom. Sunny's cheek was resting against Ginger's bosom, the weight of her head pulling down on the red twin's bra to reveal an areola of her tit that quivered as though ready to pop free from its confines any second. They stared at him like seductive kittens, their eyes staring deep into his own for that naughty man hidden away so deep.<br><br>"I don't think he's so clean," Ginger thought aloud.<br><br>Sunny smiled and replied, "He only wants something sweet."<br><br>A dry gust from the front door being opened caught Zieg's eye and several others who turned their heads to gaze at the silhouette of a gun mistress in the door. The brows of thugs rose in curiosity. Was there more showing up? They couldn't see past the bright sunlight that reflected off the desert sands and outlined the dark specter in the door. When the woman's hair began to flare about, Zieg had got a bad feeling that he knew who it was before she even began to speak. As she spoke to Marilyn, his eyes shrank in shock how the two would know each other. How was this possible?<br><br>Zieg shook his head, which jostled Lady's breast as he tried to maneuver his face free just so that he could demand to Marilyn, "How do you know this woman?" She could have asked him the same question, but he had asked first!<br><br>"Don't make him talk!" Lady squealed as her cheeks glowed heatedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:03:29</strong>
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				Jacob kick went off, but he smoothly regained his balance, he heard accusation and whisper of the girls he cheeks blushed but he with confident manner took firm grip on his cross and started borrow directly from bible words which he found inspirational as answer; <br><br>"For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin.For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not;<br>but what I hate, that do I. If then I do that which I would not,<br>I consent unto the law that it is good. Now then it is no more I that do it,<br>but sin that dwelleth in me.For I know that in me that is, in my flesh,<br>dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; <br>but how to perform that which is good I find not.<br>For the good that I would I do not:&nbsp; but the evil which I would not, that I do.<br>Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it,&nbsp; but sin that dwelleth&nbsp; in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me."<br><br>Jacob then changed tone from more sermon voice to more casual when he replied and released from his cross; "Shortly said to uneducated sinners like you; it does not matter what desires of sin run in my mind and body when my heart is pure in intention and faith. You say she's not worth saving? To me every soul is worth saving to save it from apocalypse which shall devour this world someday and righteous shall ascend to heaven to the Lord's grace while sinners will burn all eternity!" He heard some man pat on his back and say encouraging words he nodded and said; "It seems I am not only man in this saloon with sense of proper....." Then he sees after his kick ladies had pinned Gun between them more lewd fashion and it made priest go shade more red! Not sure because of thoughts scene inspired in his head or in zealous rage he shouted; "This is not the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful! They were only submissive to their own husbands!" Jacob joined in the scuffle and try drag Marilyn off Gunslinger and so avoid her perform further 'sin' for her own good while watch Gunslinger did not attempt anything while face sinked deep into Lady's cleavage (and he needs correct that too soon as possible)! <br><br><em>Damn, god have arranged busy work schelude arranged today for me it seems.</em><br><br>While trying pull Marilyn off Gunslinger and break the fight he looked also to the door, not knowing the woman by her voice but it seems she is associated someway with the people in the scuffle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:12:18</strong>
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				Standing atop a table gave her the high ground, her foot atop the money she bet as if daring to anyone to try and take it. The gold gun was in her holster in exchange for her trusty six shooter, which was in her right hand. As being atop a table was a precarious post, she soon shifted herself and her money to a chair and jumped down to stand in the seat. Sitting would not help her see the fight, thus standing. The last thing she needed was the fight coming her way and knocking her table over.<br><br>A frown crossed Apryl's lips as a man of the cloth stepped in and decided to get frisky so soon after entering the saloon. In her mind, the fight was off, at least where all bets were concerned. If a fight between two people is wagered and a third party interferes, all bets were off according to Apryl's system of doing things. Apryl's blood eye was raised as the rich man got just a bit too close. So when he nudged her elbow, her gun instinctively flew out out of her holster in a flash. His violation of Apryl's personal space would have him staring down the wrong end of a barrel with the hammer cocked back.<br><br>"Third party interference, all bets are off, and the next time you touch me the only purpose you'll be able to serve here is as a colander," she growled, "And don't even think of getting a trigger itch, got it."<br><br>There was no hesitation talking tough with this ass, she had seen him in action and had his number. Not that she was about to underestimate him, but she'd gladly take a bet that he couldn't shoot his way out of a wet paper bag. Unless the phony was up for a challenge, she concentrate her attention on the preacher after jumping from the chair and swiping her money back without missing a beat.<br><br>She found herself walking behind the priest, hanging on his words but still quite aware of her surroundings. There had been on a wager on that fight, so despite his position, she wasn't overly thrilled about his presence. As he droned on, trying to break up the fight like he was the law or something, she listened, finally speaking up when his jaws weren't flapping.<br><br>"Father, with all do deference, where in the almighty word does it give you the authority to butt your unwelcome hide into a fight you know nothing about and have no business interfering with. A man of peace has no business mixing in other people's fights, and you ahve a calling to help the poor, right? Well some of us here were tryin' to make a living! "<br><br>She raised her her gun, spinning it around her trigger finger to see if the rich idiot behind her would take a shot at her.<br><br>"Yah, and that passage you quoted so finely, it's a lament, not an excuse for you to be a hypocritical lech and a pervert. But I'm just a poor little Catholic girl who didn't wanna be a nun and so has fallen by the wayside, not a big strong man of the cloth like yerself. Oh, by the way, if there's a place that can serve as a confessional, I need to make a few confessions privately."<br><br>She blushed slightly.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 00:02:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Meytir placed a hand upon his brow and lowered his head rubbing his fingers against it, <em>I'm surrounded by idiots I swear,</em> he thought to himself before taking a deep breath as yet another barged into the saloon with weapon drawn. He glanced over to the woman seeing the fire in her eyes as she spoke towards the two amateur wrestlers. <br><br>After she finished Meytir spoke in an irritated tone as he drew his guns once more not cocking the hammer however, <strong>"Just another family reunion isn't it</strong>" he looked down at the two on the floor and pointed sarcastically, <strong>"Brother, Sister."</strong> He then shifted his gun over to Lady, <strong>"Cousin"</strong> then to the preacher, <strong>"Gramps"</strong> next came the Catholic girl, <strong>"Niece"</strong> followed by the smug rich imbecile, <strong>"Failed Uncle."</strong> Meytir chuckled to himself as he continued his rounds of the people within the Saloon next pointing at the twins, <strong>"Twins, obviously."</strong> He then pointed towards the newcomer who entered, <strong>"Big Sis I'm guessin."</strong> and then finally pointing at himself with a puzzled look, <strong>"Lost relative?"</strong><br><br>He pointed his guns downward speaking to the two on the floor, <strong>"You heard the lady, fight's off, now git the hell up"</strong> this time Meytir didn't even bother lending a hand and with the look in his eyes you could tell he was annoyed. He waited impatiently in hopes they would stop making fools of themselves before retorting towards the preacher and the Catholic girl, <strong>"It's not Sunday already is it? Ah don't think this is a church neither."</strong> Meytir himself didn't have a firm belief of any religion, however he did think there were greater powers at work.<br><br>Realizing he most likely just pissed off the entire room Meytir's face gave a sly smirk as he readied himself should a gunfight ensue before speaking once more, <strong>"Ah love me an old family reunion."</strong></span><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 18:07:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Marilyn was successfully drug off of Gun from the shock she had planted on her face. She knew that woman all too well, and the Drifter's jaw almost fell to the floor when she had heard that voice. It had been a while since the gunslinger had seen her mother. Marilyn ignored Gun's pointed question, not seeing the hint there that he may have known her in some fashion by inquiring so quickly how the Drifter knew the mysterious woman. Pushing the stranger preacher man off of her and scrambling to her feet, the gunslingin' young woman ran across the room shoving people aside without a care. <br><br>At the same time, the Designer had also started to move into the crowd—one that could have never expected such strange events to take place in so little time. A reunion of family was indeed correct, and now that mother and daughter had finally run into each other on their travels, there was most likely no separating the two of them. <br><br>Marilyn still quickly made her way through the room towards the other woman...<br><br>Joanne smiled softly and continued on her way as well to meet her daughter... <br><br>And just as the Drifter had spread her arms open wide to embrace her mother, Joanne walked right passed her to leave Marilyn grasping at air and falling to the floor. "Cursed" Jo's gun was still held outward and aimed at the Gunslinger with that sickening sweet smile planted on those soft lips he knew too well. Each step the mature woman took across the floor jounced her lovely bosom, and those wide hips swayed dangerously as one foot was place in front of the other. Every one taken, brought Joanne closer and closer to the man that had stolen her goods. <br><br>"Now I don't want to kill you. I like you too much, but I want my keys back right now or I'm just going to have to well, do something that I rather not do, hunny," Joanne said while lowering the aim of her revolver from his forehead down to his crotch. Threaten a man's cock and he tended to listen to what a woman actually had to say for once. <br><br>"Keys, Momma? What're you takin' about? What did Gun take from you," Marilyn had asked her mother after prying herself up off the floor. Did she really have to do that; let her fall to the floor like that? After not seeing her for so long?! All her mother could do was go directly to her old mentor?!?! It was enraging but Marilyn knew better than to show her temper in the company of her mother. That man was just ruining everything in her life. <br><br>"I got some important things in there, and I got some cats after me. Now give me the keys back and you can keep your precious toy, hunny," The Designer said once more before flashing her daughter a brilliant smile and a wink. Business first then reunion ti- "Oh," she said off-handed after noticing a rather dashing man, Meytir. "Well hello there, handsome," the woman said while eyeballing that man with seductively parted lips that showed a warm and wet tongue playing with her pearly white teeth. <br><br>Marilyn wanted to just... face palm. Her mother was just as bad as Gun. Dear Lord.<br><br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 05:20:54</strong>
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				When Marilyn was dragged off of him by the damned priest, Zieg sighed in relief and sat up off of Lady to watch as Joanne came strolling around tables and past drooling imbeciles. The rhythmic bounce of her bosom was counting down the seconds he had to flee. He was still disturbed how the vixen new Marilyn. Lady Magnificent sat up with flushed cheeks as she leaned into Gun's back and rested her chin on his shoulder. She peered up at Joanne with her brown-sugar eyes and narrowed them at the size of her rack. Truly it wasn't as magnificent as hers, but it bothered her how this woman new Gun, and any woman that knew Gun only meant one thing...<br><br>"Hmm..." Lady thought aloud as she strung her left arm over his shoulder and made circular motions on his chest, tracing the ring of a bullet scar. "Introduce me to your friend, Gun."<br><br>Zieg nervously cleared his throat before grasping the edges of his duster and drawing them closed over his crotch where Joanne had a bead on. As a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, he knew he was ankle deep in shit, but as soon as Marilyn said, <strong>Momma</strong>. The Gunslinger's eyes went as wide as saucers. <em>Holy shit, no way that hot bitch is Marilyn's mother!</em> his mind screeched. His right eye twitched with hysteria. Somewhere, deep inside him, he could hear his soul racing to every dresser drawer in its living home and slamming folds of clothes into a suitcase headed to nowhere. "Oh...my...god," The Gunslinger breathed.<br><br>Lady turned her head to peek around Gun's shoulder and to stare up at his face. He looked like he was about to shit himself. Her strawberry-glossed lips pulled into a sweet smile as she ceased her intimate strokes. "Gun, did you get a little frisky with-"<br><br>The Gunslinger turned his head and pressed his lips against Lady's. He gave her a hard kiss not out of love, but to shut the bitch up! It was then after tearing his now lip-glossed lips free that his hand swiftly went into his duster to draw his revolver. He rolled to his left before extending his revolver to the floor at The Designer's feet. He squeezed the trigger, and a round that sparkled like a star left the barrel to strike the floor and erupt into a blinding flash—the good ol' flash round.<br><br>By the time the flash was dimming, The Gunslinger was at the back of the saloon, heading for the kitchen. <em>I don't have time for this shit!</em> Zieg thought as he turned his shoulder into the kitchen door. He had gone to saloons several times in the past, and he always knew to never exit the same way you entered. Thus, he had parked The Designer’s bike outback.<br><br>Lady set her palms flat on the floor and pushed off them to stand to her feet. She rubbed at her eyes from the blinding light of the vanishing gunslinger and licked her lips. She still felt the phantom bristles of The Gunslinger’s goatee still tickling her chin. She rested her hands on her hips as her eyes became half-lidded and careless at the rapid disappearance of The Gunslinger. She was used to it. He could never keep out of trouble. Lady also had a hunch he wasn’t going to get far. Tilting her head to the side, she watched as the strange, new woman eyeballed Meytir and then crossed her arms beneath her bust. <br><br>“You’re just another one, The Gunslinger managed to pick the pockets of, hmm?” Lady questioned. She then gave Joanne a pitying smile. “’Must have been easy if he managed to take everything from you. I say one or two hours in a shriveled up hallway, Granny?”<br><br>On cue with Lady’s previous thought, the kitchen door burst open as The Gunslinger came running back in with his tail between his legs. His face was pale as though he had seen a ghost, and if he had seen one, the noise the supposed apparition emitted was the deafening scream of a projectile. The saloon instantly fell silent as men and women raised their heads in alert. Zieg was trying to clear his way around a table when the bar wall swelled outwards and exploded with a spray of glass, burning alcohol, and fire. The bartender was swallowed in the explosion and thrown across the tables nearest the counter. Those unfortunate and caught in the blaze wildly ran about screaming as their clothes and flesh were aflame.<br><br>The Gunslinger had also been thrown across the table. His hat and duster blazed though the SAMA held up against the flames and glass. He had collapsed onto the floor, but was quick to recover as he rolled onto his stomach. From the hole in the bar, five dark figures emerged. They were garbed entirely in black, padded suits with black tactical goggles reading the faces of every individual their eyes set on. Two of the five bounded from behind the destroyed bar, racing across the floor on their hands and feet with their feline-like tails whipping behind them. The three that held their position aimed two Gatling guns into the bar that rapidly fired rounds into the bystanders. The third Cat was knelt behind the two gunners, holding the belts of ammunition being fed into the guns.<br><br>Lady and the twins were swift to drop to the ground as they drew their pistols and glared at the legs of several outlaws being dropped to the floor by the gunfire. The two Cats that were scurrying about had a pair of blades grasped in each paw that they flicked across the throats of those who were hiding beneath tables and desperately, trying to avoid the fire of the Gatling gun.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, outback next to Joanne’s motorcycle was a tall, black cat, holding before his slit eyes a yellow round with sparkling sands within it. He purred with content as he marveled its brilliant design and ran his claws across his furry neck as he mused on its capabilities. “Interestin’,” he muttered.<br><br>“Sir, I suggest we leef nao dat u haz findz wut u r lookin’ for!” the Cat in the jeep exclaimed.<br><br>The black feline, known only as The Captain by his associates, tucked the mystical round into his palm and calmly walked over to the jeep. He rested his gloved hand upon the side of the door and effortlessly swung his legs up and over as he plopped comfortably into the suede, passenger seat. “Leef teh others. They r servin’ der purpose. They r Wildcats aftr all.”<br><br>“Yez Sir!” the driver barked and started up the jeep. The vehicle backed up and turned into the desert, racing back the way they came.<br><br>The Captain tossed his black, combat boots onto the dashboard and unfurled his fingers to once again gaze at the shiny round. <em>Stoopid hooman bish, an u sed I wud nevr git it</em> he thought jubilantly. He grinned largely and chuckled at how easy it had been. It didn’t take long at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 09:35:12</strong>
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				While Jacob struggled with Marilyn, starting even use his boot to kick Gun off her he sees Apryl approach him and place accusations on him! While Jacob proceed to make a arm lock on Marilyn to help to get her separated from Gun he replied to Apryl, again quoting directly from the bible; "'As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead'. I am man of peace who lives in world of conflict, should I pass by unfortunate souls walking down path of damnation without trying stop them? Should I lay down on my knees and pray while sword created by devil is placed on my neck and submit to die while I could pick sword of the Lord and continue god's work few more years in this body? I do help the poor and unfortunate folk but I do not desire help them with gold tainted by Satan's hands but gold blessed by hard work and sweat! "Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin." Jacob then smiled and added; "I am sure we can find somewhere private to hear your troubles child, but once I get these folk off from depraving themselves behind my back!" Apryl can see that Jacob has pair of heavy iron guns in his weapon belt, along with his worn bible book. Many ways, Jacob is not traditional preacher. But also his words, eyes, and actions speak louder than any preacher who had spoke years in the church. A lonely crusader in world of sin and speaking lots of quotes from bible to educate those who haven't ever picked bible in their hands and have ignored god's call, or never had heard the wisdom of the bible.<br><br>Then things went interesting when suddenly gunslinger fired flash bang! Jacob was blinded also short moment but it also revealed the guy who he has been after! No other than gunslinger carried such rounds and ammunition! Seeing Gun's back in the saloon Jacob shouted; "Wait you spawn of satan! I have somethign to talk with you first!" Jacob ran after Gun, but then soon as Gun had disappeared he came back....and hell broke loose! Jacob quickly rolled behind a fallen table when wall expanded inwards and exploded, and the cats then came in and started butcher everyone with blades and gatling gun! With quick smooth motion he drew his pair of of guns and started....a sermon?! Among the whistling loud gunfire his voice carried over whole saloon;<br><br>"Beloved, if our heart does not condemn us,<br>we have confidence toward God. Wait for the LORD; <br>Be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.<br>1 John 3:21 and Psalm 27:14."<br><br>"Brothers and Sisters, we do not want you to be ignorant about those <br>who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. <br>We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that <br>God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.<br>1 Thessalonians 4:13-14."<br><br>"If you really change your ways and your actions and deal with each other justly,&nbsp; <br>if you do not oppress the alien, the fatherless or the widow<br>and do not shed innocent blood in this place,<br>and if you do not follow other gods to your own harm, <br>then I will let you live in this place......."<br><br>Now one the wild cats which had stalked around with blades and killing and slicing people hiding behind desks to avoid gatling gun fire leaped on atop the table which behind Jacob the Preacher was hiding! With squeling mewl it struck towards Jacob with double blades but Jacob deftly used his guns deflect the blades to side! He continued his sermon with with furious tone;<br><br>"...in the land I gave your forefathers for ever and ever!<br>Jeremiah 7:5-7."<br><br>"The wrath of a king is like the roaring of a lion;<br>Whoever provokes him to anger sins against his own life.<br>Proverbs 20:2."<br><br>"Therefore, this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, <br>says to these shepherds: 'Instead of caring for my flock and leading them to safety,<br>you have deserted them and driven them to destruction.<br>Now I will pour out judgment on you for the evil you have done to them!<br>Jeremiah 23:2'<br><br>"In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence,<br>And His children will have a place of refuge! Those who <br>would seek bring sin and heretics to house of the LORD....."<br><br>Then in crouched position Jacob who had locked a cat's blades with his gun made rising hook kick! With his long powerful leg he kicked the cat into mid air and he quickly corrected angle of his gun! Double aiming on cat's face who was still stunned from kick on it's jaw! Opening for short time fire on point blank range splattered cat's brains across the room, and while cat's body fell down on the floor Jacob finished;<br><br>"...shall be purged from sin and baptisized by the LORD!<br>Proverbs 14:26 and father Thomas teachings."<br><br>Jacob's green eyes steely focused on remaining cats and shouted; <strong>"Amen!"</strong><br><br>Jacob then started charge on the cats guns blazing! He moved siwftly and was moving target while he performed constantly short burts from his pair of uzi's! Each burst was carefully timed and aimed, each time seeking bring harm or destroy one the gatling guns by jamming it with short burst of bullets! He kept count on his bullets and he finished remaining ten bullets in strong burst, while continue burst of three bullets in other gun while he quickly smooth motion reloaded his gun by taking magazine out, tossing it into mid air and pulling spare magazine from inside his leather coat! Slamming new magazine in he would finish other gun's remaining bullets and do same with it also! Then he would continue his concert of quick short burst barrage on the cats! He was quick to move behind covers but he kept constant tireless offense on the cats! Moving around and trying to move to their flank or rear end, try place cats into deadly crossfire situation with other people who were still alive in saloon and had a gun.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:48:08</strong>
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				"Now don't lump me in this group of reprobates and half-naked whores," Apryl yelled, looking towards <strong>Meytir</strong>, "Compared to these folks I'm as clean as the driven snow, including this so called preacher. This is certainly no family of mine!"<br><br>With that she gave Meytir a rather quick raspberry, meaning she stuck out her tongue, pressed her lips tightly against it, and blew. Of all the people she had seen and observed here, she liked him the most. Maybe it was because he had seemed to cause the least trouble and was actually cleaning up after everyone. She respected that. Honestly, if she had known this was become so complicated she wouldn't have stopped here for a simple game of cards, she had honestly been on dangerous jobs that were less complicated then what was going on in this Saloon at the moment. The only person she actually really knew by name was the Magnificent Whore, a name which made her want to vomit a little bit every time she thought about it. She only knew the real deal because he was famous, and then she didn't really know his name. Everybody else here she knew by character associations. The drifter in the black duster, Marylin, the mother of the drifter in the black duster, Joanne, the preacher, Jacob, the loser she stole the gun from, ......., and real deal, Zeig. <br><br>So from what she put together, Zeig had stolen something fairly valuable from Joanne, who turned out to be Marylin's mother. So Zeig was not only in hot water water with Marylin, but with Marylin's momma dearest. The Magnificent Whore seemed more than happy to get in the middle of this so she could smother the real deal in her saggy seconds. The preacher had come in out of nowhere and decided to interfere even though he knew nothing. And the twins, they just wanted to tempt the preacher. Meanwhile, the loser was still waiting for a chance to shoot her head off for stealing his gold gun. And she was still here, WHY?<br><br>Apryl sat herself on the edge of a table, looking over her guns as the preacher spoke. Honestly, he was boring her silly now, so she left him drone on, as any point she made would be lost in the drone of unrelated <br>biblical knowledge this man seemed to be an encyclopedia of. The gold gun actually looked to be decently solid and fairly functional on closer examination, it would be a great gun for her left hand, as her right hand was tainted by her grumpy red revolver. When he was finally done, the real deal was finding his balls the center of someones target practice.<br><br>"You get out a little bit too much, don't ya," Apryl said to <strong>Zeig.</strong><br><br>Then she looked to <strong>Jacob</strong>, who she knew as the preacher, possibly as grandpa.<br><br>"An' you don't get out much at all, do ya," Apryl said, then she threw a glance to indicate Lady Magnificent "You might be a prime candidate for having granma saggy tits show you around."<br><br>Apryl closed her eyes tightly and a flash bang went off. When she opened them, the real deal was getting out of dodge and fast. The preacher calling him the spawn of satin made her giggle a bit. She shook her head and jumped off the table, it was about time she cut her loses got out of this joint.<br><br>That was the cue for all hell to break loose. First the real deal came running back into the snake pit, meaning there had to be something out there much worse than what was in here. Then she heard the whistle, and she thanked God she had put on her protective trench coat a little while back. Now she really should have been collecting combat pay for this shit.<br><br>"Oh shit......." she muttered, dodging backwards and purposely kicking over tables along the way, "Take cover people!"<br><br>The bar exploded, sending the bar tender past the crowd in a wave of fire. Bullets filled the air, someone wanted a bunch of people dead real bad like, as they were spraying the bar with a Gatling gun. Apryl rolled between tables as the table she was taking cover at got torn to shreds by wave of supresive fire. This was bad, really bad, she was pinned down in about the center of the bar. Her coat had been charred a bit by the fire and there was ash on her left cheek. But the problem was that damned gatling gun, they were making it impossible to get to the exits, those bastards wanted to kill everyone.<br><br>The preacher delivered a sermon while defending himself and taking cover, missing a shitload of opportunities to actually be of use to someone, even a chance to put out the gunner or the loader of the gatling gun. Maybe he thought the cats would fall asleep if they heard one of his lousy sermons. While that was happening she shot a cat in the side of the chest as came after her own throat, parying the knife with her gold gun. The kickback from the red gun would throw it back, but she tried to avoid a critical hit and at least give it a chance.<br><br>With the preacher going hog wild and running though a rain of bullets and the nearly direct fire of the gatling gun, she would take a chance of getting a view of what was going on. She saw the head of the loader, that was her best chance. She lowered her red pistol, hoping they'd be distracted by the preachers antics, or that maybe even the real deal would wake up and pull a coup. Most of all, she hoped she could score a difficult head shot against the loader and maybe even the gunners before they saw her and turned that gatling her way again.<br><br>She pushed herself to her feet, aimed for the loader first, and fired. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:19:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Meytir simply chuckled at Apyrl's retort as she blew a raspberry in his direction, <strong>"Clean as the driven snow? Ha, I find that hard to believe."</strong> he replied quickly to her statement as the Drifter's mother approach. A gun shot was heard as The Designer's revolver left a trail of smoke and the bullet hole was located directly below Gun's crotch. When she spoke her words after getting the man's attention Meytir smirked lightly as he saw the trail of sweat fall down Gun's face, but when she turned her attention to him and spoke her words of seduction, Meytir gave her a surprised look caught off guard by her action.<br><br>He quickly recovered and in turn nodded to the red-haired temptress as he spoke, <strong>"Thank ye, Ma'am. Quite the sight yerself if I may add."</strong> When her mouth parted and her tongue licked across her pearly whites, Meytir was unsure to either be aroused or intimidated by it but either way she caught his eye for the moment. As they conversed it was quickly interrupted a bright flash rendering everyone blind temporarily. Meytir's body grew goosebumps as the sudden loss of his vision was apparent and after a few moments of rubbing his eyes he saw the gunman rush out the back door quickly followed by the preacher.<br><br>Meytir finally recovering from the daze looked over the group making sure everyone was alright before seeing Gun rush back into the Saloon with a dead look upon his face and his skin pale white. Meytir looked at the man in a puzzled look wondering why he ran back in before it quickly being answered by the loud whistling approaching the Saloon.<br><br><strong>"Ah son of a --"</strong> were the only words he could sound out before the bar suddenly exploded into a burst of flames engulfing majority of it's residents. <br><br>Meytir took a knee covering his brow with his arm with weapons drawn, taking a quick moment to pat down the flames on his shirt and jeans with the other, and thought aloud, <strong>"Looks like the drinks are on the house."</strong> He spoke noticing the bartender being engulfed in the explosion. The explosion flew his hat across the room, luckily landing next to his feet, however his jacket was not as fortunate. With a swift action he rolled to a nearby table picking up his hat as he did so and took cover.<br><br><strong>"Guess it's time for a new jacket anyway."</strong> he muttered as the Gatling guns began to fire laying waste to whomever remained. Meytir grabbed a piece of fragmented glass and used it as a make shift mirror to see the attackers, cats no less. <strong>"Good thing I'm a dog person"</strong> he sighed sarcastically before seeing the preacher dispatch one and began to pointlessly waste his ammunition. He also watched as the Catholic girl deflected the cat's attack before plugging a round square into it's chest. <br><br>After a moment of surveying the situation one of the gunners saw a glint reflecting from Meytir's mirror and pointed the gun in his direction and began to fire wildly as the table began to get chewed up by the oncoming onslaught from the gunfire. Meytir need to act and quickly, he deftly lunged to the side as he released three rounds from his guns before landing behind another piece of furniture, with two shots aiming directly at the gunner on the right and one for the loader. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 17:41:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font">The Flash Round had gone off at Joanne's feet, forcing the gunslinger to turn her eyes away from the brilliant light with a small twist at her waist and a bounce of her chest. Marilyn, however, wasn't so quick but was mostly unaffected by the sudden light due to the fact she was—by this point—holding her head in her hands while she stood in the middle of the room. Once it had faded, the Designer had the rifle slung around her back dangling in her hands before Lady Mag had the gall to speak up while there were more important things to do. <br><br>"Look here, young lady. This is not the time to stand around and talk. I've got business to do. Time to go huntin'," Joanne said offhandedly to Lady Magnificent while gripping that precious rifle a little tighter. She could almost feel the much needed round in the chamber, weighing it down figuratively. <br><br>"Wh-what? You ain't gonna hurt Gun are ya," Marilyn broke into the conversation. She looked a bit concerned and hesitantly took a step towards her mother with a hand on her right revolver. "What did he do to you?" But there was no answer because an almost silent scream was piercing the ears of all gunslingers, drawing their attention before the humans around them. And then here came Gun running like a cat from a coyote, and Joanne raised her rifle to aim it square at him. <br><br>Marilyn's yelled protest was silenced as the bar literally exploded along with the sound of Joanne's rifle firing off. The Drifter could do nothing crouch low and hope to the dear Lord that nothing would hit her. From the force of the explosion, the woman had been tossed a few feet along the floor, where she landed upon her duster. Standing up and with a great swirl of the SAMA fabric, Marilyn donned her duster again while pulling out those twin revolvers; Damnation and Salvation. When she concentrated on the room it seemed that her mother was no where to be seen; disappeared, but we'll get to that part later.<br><br><strong>The Drifter during the Showdown</strong> <br></span><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font">Several normal rounds were flying through the air by this point and the Drifter wasted no time in dealing with the pieces of lead that were whistling in the small room. Let the others deal with the cats, they could handle them. There were only two people in the room that could stop bullets from ripping through flesh and bone; Drifter and Gunslinger. Marilyn's gun seemed to swing wildly as she arced them low and wide, but to a gunslinger's eyes or one that had seen the techniques before would notice the special movements. Five rounds were stopped dead with an easily maneuvered Round Shot from one revolver, as Marilyn's left dealt with the Gatling guns with Gun Jam shots for each barrel. <br><br>She didn't even stop when a revolver had emptied and a cat had neared her too close for comfort. All the woman did was flick open the chamber of her weapon, take a heavy step which amazingly jounced her rack, drawing the lecherous eyes of that cat—she knew this from experience—while fresh rounds flew up from her bra. The Drifter caught these into the separate chambers with the fixed concentration of a gunslinger then slammed home the chamber after taking aim at the cat. A loud bang was heard from the powerful revolver at the use of a Reload shot, then the gurgling of the cat-person as it ripped through his chest. <br><br>With a war cry, the Drifter lived up to the name of gunslinger. <br><br><strong>The Designer's Disappearance</strong><br></span><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font">When the room had exploded , Joanne had triggered the rifle and the Slow Round that had been placed in the chamber fired off. Everything detail in the bar had slowed to epic proportions, almost frozen in time. Fire wafted languidly into the room, and minute pieces of wood debris along with glass and body parts flew through the air as she moved around it all. Joanne continued on her way towards the fleeing, but frozen Gun while she had these very few precious seconds remaining. Quickly hands had gone into his clothing, seeking out the keys of her beloved motorbike, only to find them in a back pocket. For a split second, Joanne considered doing horrible, but naughty things to the man, however, there were things that needed to be attended to at the moment. But the woman could not resist the temptation of humiliating him. With quick and deft hands, Joanne had unzipped the man's zipper and pulled down his pants all the way to his ankles, along with his under shorts. A long and desiring gaze was taken for a moment, then she continued on her way with a little sigh.<br><br>Making a wild but educated guess the woman ran towards the back of the bar and where most of the explosion was taking place. After all didn't Gun run into the room from the back door while attempting to make his getaway? Her clothes shielded her from the worst of the flames and flying debris, but a thick sweat had coated Joanne's body soon enough from the intense heat. Just as she cleared the building and was standing outside, the Slow Rounds effects had worn off. She was left standing there looking at the cats that had taken a most special Round; speeding off into the desert...<br><br>...Somewhere a tumbleweed was being blown across a desert highway.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 09:22:09</strong>
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				The Cats fell one after another as the gunmen and women in the bar unleashed a returning rain of rounds and a sermon. The bladers were first, and then the gunner on the right before the loader, and then finally the gunner on the left. The Captain knew that it was wise not to try and take the saloon when intelligence had informed him that The Best in the West was there. The saloon would have surely been full of gunslingers.<br><br>However, <em>The Best in the West</em> was crossing his arms over his head as the din of gunfire began to die down above him, and a warm sensation had bloomed across his backside. The heat felt right on his ass as Zieg skeptically raised his head, and then peered over his shoulder to see his sun-deprived derrière staring right back at him—the heat had come from a scorched plank in the counter. The Gunslinger's cheeks ignited with blush as he squirmed on the floor, rolling about as he jerked his pants right on up. His mind was riddled with confusion as to how his pants had managed to drop during the fight. He hadn't seen anyone though there was a slight recollection of Joanne smiling in his brain.<br><br>Zieg first glanced around at any that might have looked his way. So far, he only saw dead bodies, hiding gunmen and women, and Lady Magnificent lying prone across the floor and batting her eyelashes as she waved at him with a cat paw. That gesture was enough to inform him that she had seen more than enough—typical of the whore. The Gunslinger turned his cheek dismissively to her teasing as he rose to his feet and brought his hands to his hat to straighten it. "Are you all right, Marilyn?" Zieg asked. He actually meant the question, but it might have sounded condescending to think that the gunslinger would actually get hurt in a scuffle like that.<br><br>"I'm all right, Gun," Lady said cutely.<br><br>Again, Gun had ignored her as he arched his lip in disgust. Just hearing that whore's voice made him recall his depantsed situation. As he peered around the room, he didn't see Joanne anywhere, and then narrowed his eyes to see that the damn priest managed to live. He refused to believe that such an annoying man was actually blessed. He should have caught a bullet right in his yap.<br><br>The Gunslinger slid his hands into his pants pockets, trying to confirm his suspicions that the red-headed fox had actually used a slow round on him. When he found her bike keys gone, he sucked his teeth, and turned to the gap in the wall to gaze out back at the backside of The Designer. She stood there like an abandoned lover, and Zieg gazed at the black dot in the flat, rippling distance. "Joanne, you got somethin' to explain? Why did Cats attack this bar?" he questioned. His brows then furrowed as he thought on the side: <em>And why d'ya pull ma' pants down you little bitch!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 02:24:06</strong>
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				Interesting things to notice out of the corner of her eye when fighting for her life. Apryl had been so busy darting about and picking a target with survival as her only intent, that she didn't know if what she thought she saw on the odd glance in her side vision was real or not. But if she was right, the drifter in the black duster had probably saved her ass, might have saved Meytir's ass, and surely saved Jacob's ass several times over. Was that even real, could anyone move that fast, could anyone be that accurate, could they really store explosives in their tits and still be comfortable? There were so many questions running through Apryl's mind, but if what she thought she might have witnessed was true; then forget that pathetic real deal who could barely cover his ass in a fire fight, the true Best in the West, was that woman!<br><br>A trickle of blood ran down the left of Apryl's forehead as the smoke cleared the barrel of her grumpy red revolver. Some wood shards were stuck along her hairline where they had gashed her a little bit. She had scored a head shot on the loader, who had been shot again right after. There was no need to take cover after the shot, as the other cat's were taking shots before she could even react to do so. Adjusting to the situation, Apryl remained standing. Her face turned bright red as she watched gun squirming about on the floor. It was something a girl of her moral standards just simply had to look away from, so she looked away as her gun went back in it's holster, but snickering her disapproval at such lewdness.<br><br>The preacher was still alive, good thing, she'd have a lot of confessing to do now.<br><br>"How the hell did I get mixed up in this!" Apryl yelled, "Gun, you almost got me killed, so somebody better give me an explanation and damn quick about why them cats decided to romp at this saloon! I killed at least one and half of them cats and my services aren't free, so it stands to reason that you owe me, Marylin, that handsome stranger over there who's name I missed, and the preacher, quite a good deal of gold for dealing with the problems you just caused!"<br><br>She kept her eyes on the now dressed gun and the one he called Joanne, who was the drifter's mother. But only for a moment, not like keeping her eyes them would do her much good, and she doubted he'd actually pay them anything. She turned her focus completely to Marylin, leaping over a table and putting herself squarely in front of the drifter's. It was possible she might have stepped on lady's butt on the way over, but she wasn't sure nor did she care. The gold gun had found a place in her trench coat so she could look up with sparkling eyes, pleading eyes. Her face was red and she looked like a rabid fan girl who was about to have an orgasm over her idol.<br><br>"Mam, I swear I saw I saw you shoot a bullet right out of the air, I swear, I swear, I swear I saw it," she said, "You have to teach me, you'll be my master, my mentor, the real deal, just please teach me how you pulled off those moves and you'll pay off the debt your lover owes us!"<br><br>By lover, she meant gun, and she was being quite coy about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gunslinger: Episode One: The Best in the West</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 11:13:17</strong>
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				Jacob fires some final shots to finish off a cat which lurked behind a sofa. Pipes of his guns smoking he slides calmly the guns to his holsters and picks up the bible, holding it in his hand and says short prayer;<br><br>"Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on."<br>"Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them."<br>Revelation 14:13. Amen."<br><br>Jacob puts down the bible hang back on his waist and says to the few remaining survivors from the gunfight; "Please help me return these poor souls back to earth where they belong." Jacob motions to the dozen or so corpses and bodies killed by the cats and continues; "All men or women should get proper burial instead be scavenged by crows or vultures." Without further word Jacob lifts first body and carries to outside, looking for shovel he starts to dig fast and effectively. He digs fast as gravedigger, so it seems he have got a plenty of experience in digging graves as in few moments he has three feet deep grave and he keeps digging. He so far ignores the drama going around the group but he quirks when Apryl goes ask for lessons....in gun use? While fetching another body from the ruined saloon he says to Gun; "Also I am not yet done with you devil spawn, you and I need to have short chat once I am done with the graves."
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