Holy Mose
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				Title: <strong>Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunslinger</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 16:00:11</strong>
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				‘Welcome to Portland’<br><br><br>The sign read. The gunslinger read the sign and rode in to town. Portland was known to traders mostly, it was a clearing now being settled. It was a trade town between two major cities and a Military Fort. Trade exchange was beginning to grow here and although it still looked like a small town, it had plenty of room and pilgrims.&nbsp; The gunslinger wanted to find someone here. The gunslinger wore a brown duster coat, and a rancher hat. He had a long brown hair and stubbly beard covering his chin and cheeks. One of his pistols rested on his hip, the gunbelt was also filled with live cartridges. Under the duster he wore a pair of jeans and a black dress shirt.&nbsp; His build was slim very young, and he had dark blue eyes. <br><br>He rode up to a saloon called ‘The Holy Mose’ and parked his horse near, made his way in. He was looking for a man named Bloody Benton, a fierce gunfighter who dropped off the map recently. His search lead him here, all roads pointed in this direction. The gunslinger had the ability to track down such a man because he had access to some of Bloody Benton’s old companions. One of those companions was the gunslingers uncle. <br><br>As he walked in to the saloon, he looked around. Several very attractive saloon girls were around, and he decided to talk to the barmaid. He walked over to the bar and asked for a whiskey. When the woman poured him a shot glass, he roughly took the bottle off her hand and placed it on the bar. His smiled smirkly and asked the barmaid have she ever heard of the man he was looking for. The barmaid sighed and said she didn’t know anyone by that name.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:29:10</strong>
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				Belle Merson (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2514269557_8cc18caf0f_o.jpg) sat upstairs in her lounge, checking her makeup in her silvered mirror, fiddling with the feathers in her hair. She knew she was beautiful, but she was never satisfied.<br><br>...<br><br>The barmaid took the riders' orders and set down three clean glasses before going to retrieve a bottle of rye whisky. As she did, she murmured to another of the girls, who nodded and walked up the staircase and into a room marked Private.<br><br>"Riders askin' about Bloody Benton, Ma'am."<br>"God damn it."<br><br>Pulling on a lace-trimmed robe, Belle stepped out and took a stealthy look down at the bar.<br><br>"Hnh. Ol' Jess. Give it five minutes, then tell him I know where they can find him."<br><br>She stepped back inside, striding to her wardrobe to pull out a black dress suitable for receiving visitors.<br><br>She glanced back at the mirror. "Not that they'll believe it. I wouldn't either..." She looked her reflection in the eye. "Would you, Bloody Benton?"<br><br>...<br><br>Five minutes later, the saloon girl approached the riders. "Ahh, the madam says that she knows o' Bloody Benton, an' she'll speak to your leader."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunslinger</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 08:12:01</strong>
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				He sipped some of his whiskey and placed the bottle on the bar. Eying the woman in front of him, up and down he smirked. "Sweetheart I am alone, tonight. Go ahead and fetch that madam friend of yours" he said to her. His eyes began to scan over the saloon. <br><br>The smell of stale beer, and old aged wood was in the air. Looking around one could see men talking, playing cards and trying to fondle the bar girls. The gunslinger smiled at that. The voices of men, and women filled the air, somewhere in the back there was a piano, horribly out of tune but still pleasant to the drunken ear. <br><br>The sun was about to calm down, and the gunslinger turned to the bar girl asking her "Wher's..." she was gone. He grabbed the whiskey bottle of the bar and took a drink, wiping his lips off with the sleave of his duster coat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:34:26</strong>
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				By this time, Belle was done buttoning up the front of her dress over her body. The tight bodice and flaring bustle skirt enphasised her hourglass figure, and the black lace on top of silk added still more to her appearance of femininity, but it was better than meeting Jess in just her corset and stockings. <br><br>"The young fella says to come down," the girl said as she stepped in.<br>"Hell with that. My house, my rules, he can come to me."<br><br>...<br><br>"The lady requests you join her in her parlour," the girl told him as she came back down a minute later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunslinger</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:51:06</strong>
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				When the saloon girl came up to the man, he was leaning against the bar checking out the tavern. The whiskey bottle was half empty now in his hand. He barely noticed her and when she said her bid, he smirked at her then put the bottle back on the bar. He eyed her up and down before leaving, and bit his lower lip. <br><br>He made his way, to the place where she came out of. Passed by several good looking bar girls making his head turn, but then moves over and stands in front of the door with a sign reading "Hostess Parlour." He slowly opened the door and went inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Mose</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:31:30</strong>
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				As he stepped inside, he saw a rare beauty with long auburn hair, attired in proper black lace and silk, seated by a small card table.<br><br>The dress would suit a lady fine, but the woman wearing it didn't seem like a lady. Her makeup was designed to be sultry rather than subtle, and the way she looked at the young man when he entered suggested impatience half hidden by a polite smile.<br><br>"I noticed three of you looking in, and you would seem to be the youngest. Not the one I was expecting to talk to." She shrugged it off with a quirk of her eyebrows. "But here you are, nonetheless. So what brings you to Portland seeking poor old Bloody Benton?"
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