Doomtown Reloaded:  Soddom (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Doomtown Reloaded:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 11:48:45</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">Soddom</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">This thread is reserved for roleplaying that takes place in the tent city of Sodom.&nbsp; Note that Sodom is on a separate Mesa from the main town of Gomorra, and connected by suspension bridge.&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><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Soddom Locations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Boomtown of Soddom (Tent City)<br><em>Elijah's Parish</em> <br><em>Freak Show</em> <br>Gypsy's Tent <br>Rougher's Diamond <br>Tent City for Chinese Workers <br><del>The Master's Dojo</del><br><br>Please note that locations in italics are not yet in game.&nbsp; Location that are struck through are not openly accessible.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 03:35:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, heading for the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one yet<br><hr>She'd passed most of the night trying to get rid of the eerie feeling that had settled over her at Lee's, she'd even spent some of her dwindling amount of coin to take a bath, thinking maybe if she scrubbed hard enough her skin would stop crawling but she had limited success at either endeavor. There should have been no difficulty for her on this errand of Jack's but she didn't figure he had reckoned on Lee being such a ghoul. Lilah couldn't quite but the sight of those girls and that table out of her head, nor could she forget about the powder he'd concocted or the critters in those cages. Now here she was striding resolutely to the second to the last place on earth she'd really want to be.<br><br>You can believe today she was wearing her gun, no leaving it back to be polite. She wore her Colt on her hip where it would be hard to miss and had even spent some time polishing so it would be sure to glint in the sun. It wasn't as crazy as going after dark but any time a woman stepped into Soddom trouble followed her. She'd learned that the hard way during her years as a street rat and ever since she'd avoided the place like it was hell itself. Maybe it was. But there was nothing for it -- there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Jack and she expected to be in and out quickly. The looks started as she passed the first row of tents but she just looked back, her eyes speaking volumes about what coming after her might cost you, and marched on. Just as she was coming in sight of a diamond a filthy man started shambling toward her but he was drunk not a villain and she shoved him away when he got to close, wrinkling her nose at the stench of him and not looking back as she heard his slurred protests. It was all business now as her eyes started sweeping the diamond, looking for the promised contact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 20:57:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>&nbsp; Soddom – by day, by night – was a dangerous sort of place to be for a woman.&nbsp; It was a dangerous sort of place to be for a man, too – but the only miners availing themselves of the cheapest doves in Gomorra were those who’d made a strike of some kind – any kind.&nbsp; Plenty of men had returned without so much a nugget of silver for their troubles, or had just enough to buy a few more day beans.&nbsp; That didn’t leave much coin for feminine company, and even with her hat and her gun at her hip and her boots and her tough, confident walk, she could still feel eyes following her all through Soddom.&nbsp; <br><br>But the rougher’s diamond had a promise of sanctuary, and the road which led to it was sparsely camped compared to the rest of the tent city, and there seemed some kind of unspoken protection so long as she stuck to that road.&nbsp; The men avoided talking to her, though their eyes certainly lingered.&nbsp; <br><br>As she reached the diamond, she saw a swirl of smoke surround a head shaved close to the scalp.&nbsp; He sat with his back to her, parked on one of the benches around the diamond, watching a few of the miners as they batted at pitches or simply tossed a ball around the ‘field.’&nbsp; Plenty of miners were built solid, but most tended to be lean – and there was something to the solid build of his shoulders, the bulge of muscle at his arms which suggested this man ate too well to be a miner.&nbsp; He took another long pull from a rolled cigarette, scratching at the back of his scalp – and Li-Li could see tattoos on the back of his neck, the painful, uneven tattoos made by a prison bamboo needle in the hands of a convict tattoo artist.&nbsp; The characters of the Chinese were meaningless to Li-Li, but the tattoo itself spoke volumes about the man who sat and quietly watched the baseball practice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 01:01:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, heading for the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr>Leila was relieved when she saw the diamond, knowing it was the closest thing to a sanctuary she was going to find in Soddom and that for a few minutes at least she didn't have to worry about being drug off. Her eyes picked out the muscular Chinaman right away as he certainly stood out in this crowd and she sized him up. Having a gun wasn't going to be of much use up close to this one when he could clobber her silly with one swing. The tattoos were interesting, she had seen them on other Chinamen before, but she knew it was nothing none of them would ever talk about so her curiosity wasn't about to be slaked. She watched the game for a moment though it had to be said she didn't really understand it but mainly she was just waiting to take note of anybody who might be taking note of her.<br><br>She made her way into the stands at last and took a seat next to the tattooed man. Up close he was even more impressive and she had to fight the urge to reach over and give his arm a squeeze to see if it's real. Her eyes stared straight ahead though as if she were just watching the game.<br><br>"I reckon I'm the one you're waiting for," she said softly enough that nobody else in the vicinity could think she was talking to them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 21:47:03</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>The miner’s continued to bat at the baseballs – careful to try for infield hits rather than long drives to the outer edges of the diamond – while Li-Lil slipped closer.&nbsp; Men were certainly watching her – but it was impossible to say if their interest was particular or if it was the kind of interest women in Soddom faced by virtue of their gender.<br><br>The shaved-head man didn’t turn, didn’t search the crowd.&nbsp; He simply inhaled on his hand-rolled smoke, leaving his head wreathed in smoke while he waited.&nbsp; He glanced over when she took a seat, his eyes slipping up over her features, and he gave a small smile at her words.<br><br>“Confident Ziujiao,” he chuckled.&nbsp; “Pretty face.&nbsp; Nice teeth.&nbsp; I think you <em>are</em> the one I’m waiting for.”&nbsp; His accent clung, stubbornly, but his English was good – though not quite so much as Li-Li’s own.&nbsp; As curious as she might be about his tattoos, he seemed equally curious about how the little half-Chinese girl came to be in Soddom on behalf of Black Jack.<br><br>He cracked his knuckles – clearly more a habit than an attempt at intimidation.&nbsp; “So the miner wants to meet with the fisherman?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 06:42:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr>Whenever men got a little power -- whether it was money or social status or even physical prowess -- they seemed to fall into two categories. There were those who had to flaunt it, boss people around and bully and intimidate, and some like Lee just plain try to scare you because they can or because it makes their cocks hard. The Sweetrock folks were in this category. They couldn't let a body draw a breath of air&nbsp; or have a moment of peace without trying to take a piece of it. Then there was the other kind of powerful man, the kind that didn't have to make a show to be heard or be effective. Jack was like that. She found herself stealing glances at the muscular man sitting next to her, wondering what kind he was. She got the feeling he was the latter. He'd no doubt bust you up if he needed to but it would just be business. <br><br><em>Pretty face. Nice teeth. I think you are the one I’m waiting for...</em> She smiled a little in spite of herself, not because of the flattery but because all this talk about her teeth was getting downright comical. <br><br>"Yes he does," Lilah confirmed, shifting her eyes back to the field. "The miner suggests a meeting, in a neutral place, he brings a lieutenant and the fisherman brings a lieutenant and that's it. He just wants to keep it friendly and simple. And the sooner the better."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 18:22:03</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>"Ziujiao," he said again, using the word like it was Li-Li's new nickname, "before we dance through all the details - you should know, I do not think this arrangement can work in the long term.&nbsp; Nor will my fisherman."<br><br>His hands were in a kind of constant motion.&nbsp; They rubbed together, the fingers threaded between one another, they rubbed and cracked over his knuckles.&nbsp; As still and semi-serene as the rest of him seemed, his hands had a boundless energy, and his knuckles were cracked and scarred, many times over, the backs of his hands a match for the callouses of hard labor on the inside of his hands.<br><br>He gave an apologetic smile.&nbsp; "The miner wants to mine.&nbsp; Or at least... let others mine, freely.&nbsp; But the fisherman... he works for a woman, who works for a man... and that man has given orders for Gomorra.&nbsp; &nbsp; Simple orders, yet difficult to accomplish."<br><br>He gestured out to the Rougher's Diamond, the tent-city of Soddom, the thousands of miners who made temporary camp atop the plateau.&nbsp; <br><br>"Those orders are - stop the mining in Gomorra."&nbsp; He paused, licking his lips, his hands finally coming to a stop, and settling atop his knees.&nbsp; "Stop the mining in Gomorra, or kill everyone."<br><br>The way he said the second was cold, distant.&nbsp; He did not like the notion - but there was a fatalistic resignation, a certainty he might well have to do exactly as he said.<br><br>Overhead, a hawk screeched and circled, then flew off towards the east.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 00:41:23</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)]</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr><em>Ziujiao</em>. It definitely seemed like something he was calling her and she was intensely curious to know what it meant until she realized that like everything else she'd been called most of her life it likely wasn't flattering. And really, what did it matter what he called her when she probably was never going to see him again after this. She glanced over at him again, her eyes following the muscular line of his arm, and frowned without really knowing why. <br><br>She couldn't help but be surprised by what he revealed to her. It seemed a lot to tell a stranger, even a stranger who might be working with your boss soon, so she not only pondered his words but why he was speaking them and thus did not respond right away. Did Jack know about this stopping the mining business? Is that why he was calling for a meeting? If he didn't know about it he should but the truth was nobody could do anything about mining around these parts until Sweetrock was gone and that didn't hardly look close to happening, not when they owned the law dogs and just about everything else.&nbsp; It was a puzzle all right including the claim that the Captain worked for a woman when she'd seen with her own eyes how the Chinese treated their women folk but most importantly, with all the money to be made, who would want to stop the mining in Gomorra? Control it maybe or like Jack, take the control away from the suits, but just stop it? She could only figure somebody had it in for Sweetrock or maybe had mines of their own elsewhere and wanted to drive prices up. The latter made the most sense, still, you'd never be able to keep folks from mining here forever. She glanced out at all the tents surrounding them and couldn't imagine all these folks being displace or worse, if the threat was realized.<br><br>"Aye, I have to say that could muck things up a bit," she drawled at last, hoping she hadn't been silent so long he thought her an imbecile or a rube. She rubbed at her chin a moment. "I can't claim to know what all the miner has in mind but I feel safe in sayin' he'll want the meetin' anyway. But I certainly take yer information into account."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 20:37:36</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>The strange Maze Rat slid another paper, and more tobacco from a pouch hidden within the folds of his shirt.&nbsp; His fingers worked diligently, pinching the tobacco into a small line, then rolling it tightly before licking the tips to form a new smoke.&nbsp; A flint came from inside the same pouch, and he bent his head, a slim length of steel blade appearing in one hand with a practiced motion.&nbsp; It had been deftly hidden within a sleeve, and he struck it across the flint, catching sparks on the tip of the rolled smoke and puffing quickly to get it to light.<br><br>He charitably offered her smoke, a small gesture of hospitality.&nbsp; <strong>”It could,”</strong> he agreed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>”As for where – the city is too dangerous for us.&nbsp; There is a dig.&nbsp; Madmen from the East, digging up bones.&nbsp; The stage trail, south, towards Shan Fan.&nbsp; It’s all flat mesa.&nbsp; Everyone will see everyone else coming, from a long ways off.”</strong><br><br>He smiled, taking a long drag.&nbsp; <strong>”We will meet there, at the crossroads leading to the dig.&nbsp; The crossroads is an hour by horse.&nbsp; How long will you need to make certain he is there?&nbsp; The fisherman can be there… tomorrow night, but no sooner.”</strong>&nbsp; He eyed her, curious if the terms were going to be acceptable.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 03:10:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr>Lilah accepted the offered smoke with a thank you, showing him the same courtesy he was showing her. It was a relief to be dealing with someone polite today and not the eerie Mr. Lee again. Just thinking about him still made her skin crawl like one of critters was on here. Again there was a pause before she answered as she considered what he proposed. Even with her hard life, the flush of youth was apparent in the smooth skin of her face and her strong, lithe body but though she was a young woman, she was clearly neither excitable nor impulsive but someone who gave some thought to her words and actions. She didn't have a lot of experience with this cloak and dagger stuff despite having lived with outlaws for the past few years. That didn't really prepare you for dealing with criminal organizations like the one the captain was part of. This man here, his manner was straightforward enough but she knew it didn't mean she could trust him. Still, she thought she knew the spot he had in mind and it seemed as likely a place as any for the reasons he had mentioned.<br><br>"Digging up bones? Is that what they're doin'? I was a might curious 'bout all the hubbub out that way," she said after a bit, her eyes still trying to make sense of what the miners were doing out on the field. "I'll agree to the place. Right about sunset? That should work for the miner. If it works for the fisherman, I think we're settled."<br><br>Lilah wondered who would be the captain's second. She assumed Rachael would be Jack's second though Lilah had to say she was itching to know what Jack had in mind and to get a look at this 'fisherman' so it felt a little disappointing that she likely wouldn't get to see this to the end. She'd hear all about it later though...Jack did love to talk.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 08:56:52</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>He seemed happy to share the smoke – though gave a careful eye, noting she seemed to have little problem with the tobacco, and electing to roll himself a fresh cigarillo in lieu of continuing to share.&nbsp; In his own way, it seemed an attempt to be affable.&nbsp; His gaze stole over her, briefly, with a touch of licentiousness in it.&nbsp; Still, it was no where near as crude as the other miners who’d been gazing on her – it was rather just a keen interest in a young, attractive woman.<br><br>“Digging up bones,” he agreed.&nbsp; “I heard some talk in the saloon that it was a Maze Dragon.&nbsp; Centuries old.&nbsp; Or maybe not.&nbsp; Could be some clever folks looking to make a profit.&nbsp; I understand they charge folk to take a peek, to keep themselves funded during the dig.”<br><br>He shrugged.&nbsp; “Either way, if things don’t work out – might make the trip out there worth while.”&nbsp; He nodded at the mention of sunset.&nbsp; “It will work for the fisherman.”&nbsp; He gave a long glance to the walkway back towards the main city, considering for a long moment.<br><br>“The fisherman will not be pleased if the miner’s envoy is violently gangraped on the way back to town,” he said.&nbsp; “It would be better for us both if I walked you back.”<br><br>He rolled his neck, cracking the joints again, and pushed himself lightly to his feet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 00:43:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, the Rougher's Diamond<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr>"Maze Dragon bones, I'd like to see that," she mused. She hadn't missed the look he'd given her and most times it would have had her cussing out the one who was leering or at least heading in the other direction but somehow she didn't mind it so much from him. Sure, it made her uncomfortable but not the kind of uncomfortable that filled you with dread, the kind that made you feel like you in over your head a little but you didn't mind so much. She took a drag off the cigarette and hoped he wasn't expecting her to turn into one of those flirty girls who liked to string men along. Hell, if she had the interest of a man she could stomach she didn't think she'd know what to do with him. <br><br>"Well now, seems the fisherman and I have the same views on gang rape," Lilah commented dryly, looking up at him as he stood. Her voice had the same calm, flat affectation that had been there all along but a sudden smile told him she knew the fisherman probably didn't really enter into it. It was her first unguarded moment since their meeting began and though the smile didn't last long it was genuine. She stood, and while in any other place she would bristle at somebody suggesting she couldn't take care of herself but this was Soddom, and day or night, you had to be more careful here than anywhere else if you were a woman. "I'd be much obliged if you'd walk me out. No sense courtin' more trouble than you need to."<br><br>It was going to be a much more leisurely walk out than the walk in had been and she was practically ambling, hands slid into her pockets, as they headed for Gomorrah. "That thing you was calling me before... Ziujiao?" She struggled a bit with the word. "What does that mean exactly?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 07:49:57</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> The rougher’s diamond.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Li-Li<br><hr>The Maze Rat chuckled.&nbsp; “I figured it’s the only way I’m likely to ever see them.&nbsp; Nasty things.&nbsp; Seen one take a shot from a twelve pound long cannon from ten feet away, and shake it off like a slap to the cheek.&nbsp; Didn’t kill it.&nbsp; Just made it… mad.”&nbsp; He grinned, wildly and with a fleck of madness in his eyes.&nbsp; “Thankfully, the Union cutter chasing us had the same idea, and open a salvo of six guns into the side of the beast.&nbsp; So it ate them, instead.”&nbsp; He flashed the smile and joviality shone in his eyes – the life of a sailor, to turn the near-death of yesterday into the joke of today.<br><br>He seemed to enjoy that genuine smile, and the brief warmth in it was eye catching.&nbsp; He held her gaze for a moment, naturally beginning to head back towards town, the relief of having successfully held up his end of the negotiations making his shoulders a little looser, the tension in his frame easing.&nbsp; He was graceful, when he wasn’t holding his nerves in check.&nbsp; “It would be my pleasure,” he promised.&nbsp; “Though it occurs – if you aren’t one for courtin’ trouble, you might be in the wrong profession, Ziujiao.”<br><br>He glanced over at her question, and nodded.&nbsp; “Banana.”&nbsp; He paused, realizing she might not even know what the tropical fruit was.&nbsp; “It’s a… fruit.&nbsp; Yellow skin, and when you peel it, white on the inside.&nbsp; It’s a – there’s been a lot of kids growin’ up without having ever seen China.&nbsp; Raised with one foot in two worlds.&nbsp; Someone started calling them Ziujiao a while ago.&nbsp; There’s a lot of Chinse kids brought up by British lords and ladies, too.&nbsp; In Hong Kong.&nbsp; They act… strange.&nbsp; They got the nickname, first.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yellow on the outside.&nbsp; White on the inside.”<br><br>He shrugged.&nbsp; “Step up from Yěmán rén.&nbsp; That means ‘barbarian.’&nbsp; It’s what we call most of the white people.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 04:02:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br><strong>Faction:</strong> There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 4, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom, heading toward the bridge to Gomorrah<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Chin Wei-Lun<br><hr>He was correct in that she hadn't really heard of bananas and she listened with interest as he started to explain the word he was using for her but as the explanation went on, her face sunk into a thoughtful frown. Her stomach sank. Of course it was something bad, what did she expect? The Chinese never showed her any more care than the whites did. She always got the worst of both sides for something that wasn't even her fault, mainly being born. Let every Chinaman who ever looked at a halfbreed as something alien live one day in their shoes and see how they liked it. There was another element to her disappointment, a ridiculous girlish thing, when she thought he'd been looking at her with some interest, maybe curiosity about who she was. Well, he'd come right out and called her less than, so any look she'd got she knew now was just a matter of wanting to fuck her which she should have known all along, and if all he wanted was a fuck he could go buy a whore for that. At least the whore would be paid and get something out of it then. It was funny, really, how men could look down at something and treat them worse than dogs and still want to fuck them but it happened all the time. <br><br>"Isn't that just clever," she remarked dryly, clearly not impressed with the turn of phrase. She took a few more strides, not really paying much attention to whether or not he was staying close. "Guess it's lucky I learned a long time ago the only person whose opinion matters when it comes to me is mine."<br><br>As much as her mood was sinking, he was walking her out and there was no need for a business meeting to end sour over something personal so she went on to make small talk about the previous topic. "I might like to see a maze dragon too...I mean a live one...but at a distance o'course. Somethin' tells me my Colt wouldn't do me much good. And findin' myself in the gullet of a dragon ain't the way I wanna go." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>13-04-2014, 22:27:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Reloadedbanner.png)</div><br>All posts after this juncture are part of Doomtown Reloaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Doomtown Reloaded:  Soddom (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 02:41:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Marshallbadge.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> A delivery boy<br><strong>Faction:</strong> Whippersnapper Post<br><strong>Date:</strong> May 12th, 1876<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Late Evening <br><strong>Location:</strong> Soddom<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br>The whippersnapper made his way fearlessly through Soddom - there were precious few that could make their way into Soddom without a gun at their side or a small gang at their back, and most men tread carefully.&nbsp; Whippersnappers, however, knew they carried coveted correspondence or deliveries, and even the most hardened of miners didn’t steal from the children - or if they did, they got a thrashing worthy of the whuppings the Whippersnappers put on their own.&nbsp; <br><br>“Reid Lawson?”&nbsp; He had to ask five times - three times he got indifferent shrugs, before someone finally pointed him out to the small space of tents put up by the Lawson family.&nbsp; He knocked at the tent flap, not daring to poke his head inside, and then cleared his throat.&nbsp; <br><br>He tugged a letter away from the bald, musclebound man that first greeted him.&nbsp; “Reid Lawson.&nbsp; Yew ain’t him,” he said matter of factly, meeting the eyes of the big man.&nbsp; Then he spotted the longer blond locks he’d been told to look for, and thrust it at the broad-shouldered man.&nbsp; “Postage’s paid,” he promised, then he handed over a letter, sealed with a signet ring that looked like a gear inside of a chemistry beaker.&nbsp; “Sorry it got a little dirty,” he apologized.&nbsp; “Flew out of mah hand’s on Miner’s Peril and someone stepped on it a little bit.&nbsp; You got sumthin’ you need delivered, I’ll take it for you free.”<br><br>He gave a little wave, not getting ten steps before another miner was flagging him down with a small chunk of silver and another letter to deliver.<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Reidsletter.png)</div>
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