Doomtown Reloaded: Roll Up, Roll Up... Bring out your Dead (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Doomtown Reloaded: Roll Up, Roll Up... Bring out your Dead (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 12:14:49</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Reloadedbanner.png)</div><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Roll Up, Roll Up... Bring out your Dead</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">This thread is for any roleplaying which occurs at any major gatherings or events which aren't covered by the various other threads and locations (be they sandbox or arc based).&nbsp; Please use the Tagging Header listed below.</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Doomtown Tagging Header</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][IMG height=200 padding=8]&lt;Link to your character's picture&gt;[/IMG][/floatleft] <br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Faction:[/b] (Unknown, or the associated faction rank.&nbsp; If faction rank is less than three, it is not required to note.)<br>[b]Date:[/b]<br>[b]Time of Day:[/b] (morning, noon, afternoon.&nbsp; Please avoid precise timing.)<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagged:[/b] <br>[hr] </code></pre></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Roll Up, Roll Up... Bring out your Dead (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 12:18:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/Littletimmyandfriends.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> "Little" Timmy<br><strong>Date:</strong> Time has no meaning at the circus<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr Barnum's Circus, standing on the main road just after the entrance.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Timmy was just about able to keep his eyes from popping out of his head... but it was a close run thing.<br><br>Little Timmy (a nickname that had stuck despite his best attempts to thrash anyone who called him that) may have only been nine years old but he'd fitted a lot into those nine years. And one universal truth he'd come across was that Gomorra was fairly drab, an oppresive sea of grey and brown which settled over the town like a cloak. Every so often someone would try to change that... a soiled dove would wear a flash of red (although Timmy's mother beat him with a long wooden spoon if she ever caught him looking at them) or a storekeeper would put a flash of green on his shopfront but within days the colours would seem to fade and wear, leaving a mere memory of flash and excitement. The best hope of seeing something with some... pizazz... was to hang around Steam Alley and hope something blew up but even those mad nutters seemed to have toned things down recently... there'd been nothing really exciting since Aggy had flown her airship into the sky. And once news of that beast that had ripped people apart had broken Timmy wasn't even allowed out at night any more. Life may be short, cheap and painful in the Fast Country but it could also be somewhat dull and repetitive if you were an eager nine year old.<br><br>This... this wasn't.<br><br>It felt to Timmy that everyone in Gomorra had made the short journey across the bridge to be here. As the crowd milled around waiting to be allowed in he had seen miners, saloon girls, shopkeepers, prospectors, the rich, the poor... everyone. He scurried between ladies with swishing skirts and dodged back from thugs who tried to backhand him as he bumped into their legs. He'd stood behind a young man and his girl as they walked past the four hulking men who guarded the entrance, watching as the guards divested the man of his pistol and placed it in a separate hut; it appeared there was a no firearm rule at the circus. He'd also seen several more conniving men hide their sidearms about their body... one may not be able to get a proper pistol in but one could find a way to sneak a smaller weapon past these guards.<br><br>And then he was in.<br><br>There was a main thoroughfare running from the entrance, ending at a vast red and white tent which dominated proceedings. On either side were stalls and tents of every colour the imagination could process. Some were selling things... from pretty beads to potions to items of clothing to food (Timmy could already feel his mouth watering at the smell of roasting chestnuts)... other were games of chance where punters would throw rings or hurl balls or follow as cups were moved around. Small alleys of space split off from the main road, creating a maze of yet more shops and stalls to either side; he saw the richer elements of Gomoran society wander in one direction that was apparently selling the latest fashions, he saw the lonely element wander in another direction following a lady with a rather short dress... although thoughts of the wooden spoon made him quickly avert his eyes. He saw some of the braver element wander in yet another direction, following the calls of a man who said they would see sights that would haunt their minds forever. He saw a group of people marching in order, all dressed up in a uniform, no taller than him but the the appearance of an adult. He saw a rather scary looking gentlemen with his face painted white, a red smile plastered on and clothes that were ragged, colourful and far too big for him.<br><br>Timmy saw Mr Barnum's Fantastic Travelling Circus and Freakshow 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded: Roll Up, Roll Up... Bring out your Dead (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 19:44:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/68Cavkmm4hgg_zpsc4502ad9.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br><strong>Faction:</strong> none<br><strong>Date:</strong> ? Circus Time <br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr Barnum's Circus, standing on the main road just after the entrance.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Simple spun dress with guns on her person…. just in case &nbsp;(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/bandidas41_zps80382e41.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; (bumped by Timmy) Open<br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Letty stood among those gawking at the arrival of the circus and freak show that had landed in town for what she assumed would be a short lived visit. Her eyes narrowed as she watched those guarding the entrance demanding the firearms of those wishing entry. Her hand smoothed protectively over the handle of the shooter, nestled against the swell of her hip. <br><br>She was a crack shot, but rarely needed to prove it as most of her time was spent out on the lands of the ranch she worked along side Aggie. Horses rarely caused her enough trouble to want to shoot, but the men that continued to show up in hopes to scare off the owner of the ranch were a completely different kettle of fish. They had been showing up more often lately, and so it was rare that Letty went anywhere without her gun.<br><br>Which left Aletta standing out front of the spectacle that seemed to have captured the interest of most of the town, leading them away from their boring day to day routines to take part in the oddities these strangers had come to offer. She had a decision to make. Leave her guns and participate, or keep on her way. Only the way she had intended to go that morning was filled with nothing but dusty paths and if she was lucky, a jackrabbit or two. <br><br>She patted her baby strapped to her hip once again. How safe would it be to leave her protection? It wasn’t like things didn’t go walking in this town. How many quarrels were started because someone took a liking to something that wasn’t rightfully belonging to them?&nbsp; Not that her piece was much of anything. There were much higher quality of shooters in that town than her own. But quality over availability didn’t matter none when one was thinking of helping themselves to something that didn’t belong. <br><br>She moved closer, jostled by a kid as he made his way eagerly towards the entrance. Letty watched as the scamp made his way past the guards and into the treasure of excitement and wonder that lay just out of her reach. Maybe it was her imagination getting the better of her, or maybe she was simply nosy. Letty smiled. Aggie would have gone with the latter. Either way Letty wanted in, and so she shoveled along with the others towards the entrance, hoping to slip past the giants as they seemed busy shaking down a group of rowdy men. <br></div>
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