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Brink desperately tried making his way through the crowd towards the lovely Ms. T.Sadly,the situation got a whole lot trickier than he thought when Georgi appeared on stage causing the audience to burst into a frenzy.Not only that,plenty of wolf whistles could be heard
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Darkpoet on the roof of the theater, with his winchester. Taking aim on the poor love struck Marshall Kramo. Dakpoet fires off four shots into the back of Kramo. One in the arm and the side. The other two, one grazed his hard head, and the other in his left shoulder. The Darkpoet took two shots a Loner, one missed and the other took off her hat. Darkpoet jumped on his horse and rode off, into the night.
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Gwalchmai scowled. "You're late!"
"I had to fix my hair... you're looking swell tonight," replied Gigi, knowing that the smallest of compliments would have him hanging on her every word.
"There's a big crowd tonight," he said, peeking out from the wings. He stepped onto the stage, and cleared his throat. "*ahem* Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our humble theatre... Now with no further ado, may I present the lady you've all been waiting for, the beautiful and talented... Miss Gigi!"
Gigi stepped out onto the stage amidst rapturous applause, and blew a few kisses to the crowd as Gwalchmai took his seat at the piano and she began her first song.
"I had to fix my hair... you're looking swell tonight," replied Gigi, knowing that the smallest of compliments would have him hanging on her every word.
"There's a big crowd tonight," he said, peeking out from the wings. He stepped onto the stage, and cleared his throat. "*ahem* Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our humble theatre... Now with no further ado, may I present the lady you've all been waiting for, the beautiful and talented... Miss Gigi!"
Gigi stepped out onto the stage amidst rapturous applause, and blew a few kisses to the crowd as Gwalchmai took his seat at the piano and she began her first song.
Who, me?!?
Chrissy, if your still lurking out there, this ones for you!
The bar doors flew open, and a rather large figure stood in the doorway. The patrons of the bar looked on at this spectacle of a man for a moment before returning to their drinks and gambling. After all, it was just another stranger trying to make an entrance, just like all the others. A scrawny fellow at the bar knew otherwise. This was no ordinary large figure standing in a bar doorway, this one had come for him.
"Bucho!" shouted the large fellow, causing the patrons to turn their attention to the large figure once more. "You cannot hide forever, Bucho.” he continued with his gaze focusing on the scrawny fellow at the bar. Bucho picked up his murky glass and drank the last of his hooch. The trembling of his hand, causing the glass to shutter and spill most of it down his stubbled chin. "Why do you insist on making me ramble through these hell holes Bucho?" the figure spoke again. "You know I don't like to get my boots dirty. The large figure looked down at his mudded boots. The flakes of dry mud lay cracked on the floor where he stood. "No worry, I'll have plenty of money to buy some new ones after I collect the reward on your dead carcass." said the figure with a half grin and raising his eyebrow somewhat.
Bucho slowly turned around on his chair, his eyes riddled with blood veins, showing the countless nights of unrest that he had endured. "You know Grax," spoke Bucho with a slight panic in his voice, "I don't think I will ever understand your kind. You make your fortune off the misfortune of others and I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't do anything to put an end to that." Bucho continued, his voice becoming less strained. As the words exited his dry, cracked lips, a small smile formed across his face. Grax stood and stared at the scrawny fellow for a moment before muttering in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, I'm a little concerned now Bucho, I'm fearing for my life now, please don't hurt me Bucho."
Bucho reached into a small pack resting on the floor and took out a large quantity of dynamite sticks bundled together with a small detonation device and timer. He placed it on the bar and returned his attention to Grax. Grax's grin had all but disappeared. Now, a look of concern had etched itself across his long face. The bar patrons who had been so contently looking on at the show before them saw the bomb and made a hurried and chaotic exit through the door and several leapt out the windows. A drunken fellow in a large hooded robe lay hunched over on the bar, oblivious to the obvious danger before him. Grax looked at Bucho and started to laugh. "Ha ha ha, come now Bucho, you don't expect me to believe that your going to kill both of us do you? Your nothing but a coward who steals from the good people of this world!"
"Good people!? Mr. Dubya is nothing more than a drug dealer in a suit!" exclaimed Bucho with disgust. "He's a scoundrel and you know it!" he continued.
"Nevertheless, he is a respectable businessman and a large contributor of the welfare and maintenance of the city of Gold Hills." spoke Grax, the tension in his voice still evident. "Now why don't you just give me that bomb and I'll let you go in a more, humane, way?” he continued, pausing briefly.
Grax raised his gun. A large one at that, a Smith and Eastern Long Sited Rifle. The obvious choice for a bounty hunter. "If you give me the bomb you'll die quickly, I promise. But if you don't, well I can't be held responsible for the tremendous pain you will feel in the coming months before your ultimate end." he continued.
Bucho stood and grabbed the bomb, standing shakily and with a great deal of pressure, he stood there and stared back at Grax. "Don't make me do this Grax!" he shouted, the fear rippling through his voice like a rock through a shallow pond.
"I'll give you to the count of ten before I start making this real painful." said Grax.
"1...2...3...4..." he started. The drunken fellow slumped over the bar started up and woozed back and forth as he stuttered to his feet, but fell solidly to the floor which made both Grax and Bucho grimace as they imagined what that must have felt like.
"Err, 5...6..." continued Grax uneasily as the he watched the drunken fop try to get up once more. His attention once again focusing on Bucho, his aim placed on Bucho's right shoulder. "...7...8..." Grax's face suddenly went blank. A sick white colour filled his face and his eyes closed tightly causing the rest of his face to scrunch up. Grax lowered his head and looked at his leg. His knee had been shattered and was in a bad way, no doubt causing tremendous pain. He looked over at the drunken fop who had outstretched arms and was holding a .233 Pistol. A smoked haze whistled from the barrel followed by a large flash, again and again as four more shots ploughed into Grax, striking the upper torso and one unfortunate shot landing in his groin. Grax toppled over and hit the floor and remained there. Motionless, the stained red blood flooding the hardwood floor. Islands of caked mud floating in the steady stream.
Bucho's eyes reflected back the shock and confusion that had now grasped him. In what could have only been a few seconds, his untimely end had now been set for another day. Somewhat dazed, Bucho looked over at the robed figure who was now standing tall and steadily. The robed figure spun his gun around in what could only be described as a typical western style before holstering it at his side. He walked over to the bar and reached behind it, fumbling for a few seconds before bringing out a small but sturdy backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder, he approached Bucho who had up until this moment, not yet come to terms with Grax's sudden passing. Bucho quickly snapped out of it as he was face to face with the figure, who had now lowered his hood. "Um, thank you, um sir, for... saving me." stuttered Bucho with uncertainty. "Your not going to kill me are you?" he asked questioningly.
A slight smile stretched over the robed figures face as he chuckled to himself. "No I'm not going to kill you Bucho." he spoke. "That is your name right?" he continued.
"Yes, that's my name alright." Spoke Bucho.
"So we meet at last then." Spoke the robed figure.
"You have me at a loss, for you know my name, but I know not yours." spoke Bucho. "You do have a name don't you?" he continued.
The robed figure smiled again, "Yes, Bucho, I have a name. They Call me, Big Bad Bob.” He continued, as his face became more serious.
"Big Bad Bob? Why does that sound familiar? Asked Bucho questioningly, wracking his brain for an answer...
The bar doors flew open, and a rather large figure stood in the doorway. The patrons of the bar looked on at this spectacle of a man for a moment before returning to their drinks and gambling. After all, it was just another stranger trying to make an entrance, just like all the others. A scrawny fellow at the bar knew otherwise. This was no ordinary large figure standing in a bar doorway, this one had come for him.
"Bucho!" shouted the large fellow, causing the patrons to turn their attention to the large figure once more. "You cannot hide forever, Bucho.” he continued with his gaze focusing on the scrawny fellow at the bar. Bucho picked up his murky glass and drank the last of his hooch. The trembling of his hand, causing the glass to shutter and spill most of it down his stubbled chin. "Why do you insist on making me ramble through these hell holes Bucho?" the figure spoke again. "You know I don't like to get my boots dirty. The large figure looked down at his mudded boots. The flakes of dry mud lay cracked on the floor where he stood. "No worry, I'll have plenty of money to buy some new ones after I collect the reward on your dead carcass." said the figure with a half grin and raising his eyebrow somewhat.
Bucho slowly turned around on his chair, his eyes riddled with blood veins, showing the countless nights of unrest that he had endured. "You know Grax," spoke Bucho with a slight panic in his voice, "I don't think I will ever understand your kind. You make your fortune off the misfortune of others and I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't do anything to put an end to that." Bucho continued, his voice becoming less strained. As the words exited his dry, cracked lips, a small smile formed across his face. Grax stood and stared at the scrawny fellow for a moment before muttering in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, I'm a little concerned now Bucho, I'm fearing for my life now, please don't hurt me Bucho."
Bucho reached into a small pack resting on the floor and took out a large quantity of dynamite sticks bundled together with a small detonation device and timer. He placed it on the bar and returned his attention to Grax. Grax's grin had all but disappeared. Now, a look of concern had etched itself across his long face. The bar patrons who had been so contently looking on at the show before them saw the bomb and made a hurried and chaotic exit through the door and several leapt out the windows. A drunken fellow in a large hooded robe lay hunched over on the bar, oblivious to the obvious danger before him. Grax looked at Bucho and started to laugh. "Ha ha ha, come now Bucho, you don't expect me to believe that your going to kill both of us do you? Your nothing but a coward who steals from the good people of this world!"
"Good people!? Mr. Dubya is nothing more than a drug dealer in a suit!" exclaimed Bucho with disgust. "He's a scoundrel and you know it!" he continued.
"Nevertheless, he is a respectable businessman and a large contributor of the welfare and maintenance of the city of Gold Hills." spoke Grax, the tension in his voice still evident. "Now why don't you just give me that bomb and I'll let you go in a more, humane, way?” he continued, pausing briefly.
Grax raised his gun. A large one at that, a Smith and Eastern Long Sited Rifle. The obvious choice for a bounty hunter. "If you give me the bomb you'll die quickly, I promise. But if you don't, well I can't be held responsible for the tremendous pain you will feel in the coming months before your ultimate end." he continued.
Bucho stood and grabbed the bomb, standing shakily and with a great deal of pressure, he stood there and stared back at Grax. "Don't make me do this Grax!" he shouted, the fear rippling through his voice like a rock through a shallow pond.
"I'll give you to the count of ten before I start making this real painful." said Grax.
"1...2...3...4..." he started. The drunken fellow slumped over the bar started up and woozed back and forth as he stuttered to his feet, but fell solidly to the floor which made both Grax and Bucho grimace as they imagined what that must have felt like.
"Err, 5...6..." continued Grax uneasily as the he watched the drunken fop try to get up once more. His attention once again focusing on Bucho, his aim placed on Bucho's right shoulder. "...7...8..." Grax's face suddenly went blank. A sick white colour filled his face and his eyes closed tightly causing the rest of his face to scrunch up. Grax lowered his head and looked at his leg. His knee had been shattered and was in a bad way, no doubt causing tremendous pain. He looked over at the drunken fop who had outstretched arms and was holding a .233 Pistol. A smoked haze whistled from the barrel followed by a large flash, again and again as four more shots ploughed into Grax, striking the upper torso and one unfortunate shot landing in his groin. Grax toppled over and hit the floor and remained there. Motionless, the stained red blood flooding the hardwood floor. Islands of caked mud floating in the steady stream.
Bucho's eyes reflected back the shock and confusion that had now grasped him. In what could have only been a few seconds, his untimely end had now been set for another day. Somewhat dazed, Bucho looked over at the robed figure who was now standing tall and steadily. The robed figure spun his gun around in what could only be described as a typical western style before holstering it at his side. He walked over to the bar and reached behind it, fumbling for a few seconds before bringing out a small but sturdy backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder, he approached Bucho who had up until this moment, not yet come to terms with Grax's sudden passing. Bucho quickly snapped out of it as he was face to face with the figure, who had now lowered his hood. "Um, thank you, um sir, for... saving me." stuttered Bucho with uncertainty. "Your not going to kill me are you?" he asked questioningly.
A slight smile stretched over the robed figures face as he chuckled to himself. "No I'm not going to kill you Bucho." he spoke. "That is your name right?" he continued.
"Yes, that's my name alright." Spoke Bucho.
"So we meet at last then." Spoke the robed figure.
"You have me at a loss, for you know my name, but I know not yours." spoke Bucho. "You do have a name don't you?" he continued.
The robed figure smiled again, "Yes, Bucho, I have a name. They Call me, Big Bad Bob.” He continued, as his face became more serious.
"Big Bad Bob? Why does that sound familiar? Asked Bucho questioningly, wracking his brain for an answer...
Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Quicker than the blink of an eye Loner's rifle was swept out from under her long duster. She got some shots off, but didn't hit the fleeing figure.
"DAMN IT!!" she yelled, then knelt beside Kramo. "Oh my God," she said, crying when she saw the blood on her hands.
She knew she wasn't strong enough to carry him. So she called out at the top of her voice: "Will someone get a doctor here, for God's sake!!!"
She cradled Kramo's head in her hands. "Oh God, Kramo, hang on, please..."
"DAMN IT!!" she yelled, then knelt beside Kramo. "Oh my God," she said, crying when she saw the blood on her hands.
She knew she wasn't strong enough to carry him. So she called out at the top of her voice: "Will someone get a doctor here, for God's sake!!!"
She cradled Kramo's head in her hands. "Oh God, Kramo, hang on, please..."
Big Bad Bob and Bucho heard the scream for help and darted out of the Salloon.
"I might be able to help him, man" said Bucho cautiously as he looked the obviously wounded man up and down.
Big Bad Bob ran to a horse water trough, ripped a part of his robe off and wet it, returning, and tying it around the wounded areas.
Bucho quickly administered some first aid, but quickly told the two that hospital attention would be required STAT!!!
"I might be able to help him, man" said Bucho cautiously as he looked the obviously wounded man up and down.
Big Bad Bob ran to a horse water trough, ripped a part of his robe off and wet it, returning, and tying it around the wounded areas.
Bucho quickly administered some first aid, but quickly told the two that hospital attention would be required STAT!!!
Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
After a long while,the sheriff finally managed to meet the lovely Ms. T up close and personal once again .Unfortunately for him,he was told that something has gone terribly wrong on the streets outside as he was in the middle of a major flirt with her.Excusing himself from his fair lady's presence,the sheriff grumbled as he forced his way back out the way he came in
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.Unfortunately for him,he was told that something has gone terribly wrong on the streets outside as he was in the middle of a major flirt with her.Excusing himself from his fair lady's presence,the sheriff grumbled as he forced his way back out the way he came in [ 05-29-2001: Message edited by: Brink ]
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Big Bad Bob studied the woman riddled with emotion, before complying with her request. "Stay here and look after him, Bucho" commanded Big Bad Bob in a sturdy voice. Bucho looked up and nodded without hesitation.Originally posted by loner72:
<STRONG>Deputy Loner looked at the two strangers. "I need one of you to go into the saloon and find Sheriff Brink NOW. Go!"</STRONG>
Big Bad Bob took off down the dusty road. Slamming the theatre doors open that all but stopped miss Georgi's performance. "Sheriff Brink!" Shouted Big Bad Bob to the somewhat stunned crowd. "We've got a situation over here!" he continued as the Sheriff got up and followed quickly.
Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
"I'm coming,I'm coming ,"yelled the sheriff,"no good lawbreakers,ruining my moment with my lady ."The sheriff followed the rather huge looking character towards the scene of the shooting.
,"yelled the sheriff,"no good lawbreakers,ruining my moment with my lady ."The sheriff followed the rather huge looking character towards the scene of the shooting.Proud SLURRite Assistant Scientist and Brewer of the Rolling Thunder (TM)- Visitors WELCOME !!!
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Big Bad Bob returned with the Sheriff in hot persuit. Looking over at the girl, Bob looked at her hair. A slight reddish tinge was evident. Tearing off another part of his robe, he carefully wiped the spot on her forehead. Loner flinched instinctively. Big Bad Bob showed her the blood that had obnviously come from her. "Looks like you've had a close call" said Big Bad Bob as he smiled easily.
Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
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Two old men sat in front of the General Store, leaning their chairs against the wall, oblivious to all the grand doin's in the town. As they whittled, they spied a dog in the street. The dog suddenly sat and began licking its own crotch. "You know, Jeb?" the first old man said, "Sometimes I wish I could do that."
"I know what you mean, Ned," the second old man said, "But I just know that dog would bite me!"
(OOC: Ba-dum bum!)
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"I know what you mean, Ned," the second old man said, "But I just know that dog would bite me!"
(OOC: Ba-dum bum!)
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That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
{OOC: Sorry Brink, really You'll get your chance }
"Brink!!" Loner yelled as she saw him approaching. "Boss, I -- are you all right?" For she saw something a little off-putting in his expression. "Boss, this man has been shot, he's badly hurt and needs to get to a hospital. Do you ahve a wagon? You're the only one I trust, that's why I sent for you..."
Loner then looked at Big Bad Bob. "Thank you," she said. "But I'll be just fine..."
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You'll get your chance }"Brink!!" Loner yelled as she saw him approaching. "Boss, I -- are you all right?" For she saw something a little off-putting in his expression. "Boss, this man has been shot, he's badly hurt and needs to get to a hospital. Do you ahve a wagon? You're the only one I trust, that's why I sent for you..."
Loner then looked at Big Bad Bob. "Thank you," she said. "But I'll be just fine..."
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