[hr][hr][center] [color=2F4F4F][b]Jesse McElroy[/b][/color] ([@GingerBoi123]) and [color=f7941d][b]Darcy Marl[/b][/color] ([@Mcmolly])
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[color=orange][sub][b]PLACE[/b] // Train Inbound to Baker's Rest
[b]TIME[/b] // Morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Across one side of a moving train cart, a man with a black, leather cowboy hat, black leather duster coat and only a red bandana to stand out was sleeping, with his legs crossed and propped up against the table that was bolted to the train floor. At least, that's how Jesse McElroy wanted to appear. The brim of the hat was steeped low to cover his eyes, but he was still able to see a lot of the cart he was riding in. There was no work to be found in the last Freetown, but Jesse knew there was always work to pick up in Blackfinger. His cart was mostly empty of people, save one. This wasn't so much of a big deal. The less people to deal with, the damn better. Less people to get in the way too. However, a girl on the other end to Jesse seemed very awake, and very tired because of this. [i]'Girl must not be used to trains..'.[/i] The bounty hunter thought to himself. That was his first thought, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that there might be more to this girl, most likely strapped beneath her poncho. Jesse glanced at his rifle on the table next to his feet.

[i]'Just in case...'[/i]

[color=f7941d]“What?”[/color] Came a hard query. She must have caught his eyes on their last pass, out of the corner of his own. 

Jesse looked up, his face now revealed too as he stared at the girl dead straight. He wasn't fond of this girl already. Definitely not one of those 'be a momma or some Saloon waitress' kind of girl. This was one who's killed, nah, kill-[i]s[/i]. Jesse could tell just by looking at her. She was younger than Jesse, a good 15 years younger. Damn kids running their mouths. 

[color=2f4f4f]"Not a damn thing, kid..."[/color] He replied, his mixture of rough gravel and southern accent voice echoing throughout the cart. Time to see how much bark this girl's got.

Darcy scowled. [color=f7941d]“Well don’t get moody with me, yeah? Lookin’ at me like some wet cat. Christ.”[/color]

Jesse couldn't help but smirk, probably not helping his situation. Not that he was mocking her, he just thought her comparision was funny. [color=2f4f4f]"Don't get yappy with me. I ain't gonna say you're a total clutz, but you're still a Greenhorn kiddo, so pipe the hell down."[/color] Jesse scolded like an angry father. He couldn't stand young punks that thought they were hot shit and knew better. He didn't even give her a sour look to begin with, goddamn...

[color=f7941d]“Don’t get– ”[/color] She shuffled around, looked at him like he’d just started speaking another language. [color=f7941d]“What in the hell are you even talking about? ‘Greenhorn’? You dull? Are you actually dull? Am I supposed to know you?”[/color]

[color=2f4f4f]"I'm a Bounty Hunter kid. Go by 'Blackjack'. It doesn't take too long to work out another killer anymore. You're a young one too, probably ain't been handling one of these for ten years at least..."[/color] Jesse explained as he unholstered his six-shooter piece. Merely to demonstrate as he holstered it back again. [color=2f4f4f]"Also, you're cocky as hell. Dead giveaway, really."[/color]

Darcy nearly rolled her eyes into her skull. [color=f7941d]“Cocky. [i]I’m[/i] cocky. That’s real ripe comin’ from the cunt. You name your guns? You look like the type to name your guns.” [/color]

Jesse raised an eyebrow. [color=2f4f4f]"Wait, what? People... do that?"[/color] He questioned. Honestly, he never really stuck around other gunmen long enough to check if they do that shit. Whole thing felt like a waste of time, then you get attached to the gun and you don't wanna get rid of it even though the other gun is clearly superior. [color=2f4f4f]"Shit like that pisses me off."[/color] Jesse responded quite simply.

[color=f7941d]“Yeah, well..."[/color] Darcy huffed. She clearly hadn't expected to agree on anything with him, and it didn't seem a pleasant surprise. [color=f7941d]“You'd just better watch it, struttin' around like that, eyein' on folks. You're lucky I'm tired--and [i]forgiving[/i]. Not everyone's as forgiving as I am."[/color]

The Bounty Hunter did nothing but smirk. [color=2f4f4f]"You're right. Normal gunslinger would probably be trying to shoot me right about now."[/color] She wasn't a bad kid. But if she [i]was[/i] in the killing business, boy has she got a long way to go. Not that Jesse is perfect, but he's gotta have some level of skill if he's been doing what he's doing for this long. Jesse turned his head and looked out the window. [color=2f4f4f]"Sun's almost at it's highest. We can't be that far from Blackfinger now."[/color] Jesse mentioned.

[color=f7941d]“Well thank God,"[/color] she said, and leaned her head back against the window. [color=f7941d]“Good enough place. Ain't New Rojas, 'course. Now that you oughta see. Makes these Free Cities look like dumps."[/color] 

Jesse shot the young girl a spiteful look. Anywhere was better than that den of criminal scum. Mind you, was there even a law these days? [color=2f4f4f]"Ain't nothin' [i]better[/i] than New Rojas, ya mean..."[/color] He retorted, as if he was correcting the girl. Jesse lost all respect for that shithole long ago. [color=2f4f4f]"You from there?"[/color]

She sniffed, a proud smirk worked onto her face. [color=f7941d]“Shit, I might be."[/color]

[color=2f4f4f]"Wipe that shit eating smirk of your face, Kid. I'm from there too. Nothing good ever comes out of that place. Lemme guess, you're in a gang? Working for a gang? [i]Forced[/i] to work for a gang?"[/color] Jesse suggested, all previous excuses from past bounties who operated in New Rojas. [color=2f4f4f]"Shit, you're the leader, right?"[/color] Jesse joked, openingly chuckling to his own jest.

Very quickly her grin [i]did[/i] vanish for an ugly glower, and she soured again. [color=f7941d]“I'll have you know I'm a respectful businesswoman, doing respectful governmental work, yeah?. It's a skillful, honest living. Clearly not everyone can hack it."[/color]

Jesse smirked. He clearly hit a nerve. [color=2f4f4f]"Whatever you say kid, but if you're peddlin' something, then I ain't buying it."[/color] The Bounty Hunter has clearly said enough. She was a kid, but she was a kid with a gun. They're even more dangerous. Jesse stared out the window as the 'oh so glamorous' Baker's Rest, better known as Blackfinger, was pulling into view as the train was slowly coming to a halt. Jesse cleared his throat and picked up his rifle, resting it upon his shoulder. [color=2f4f4f]"Good day to you. Miss."[/color] Jesse said as a farewell. This was going to be a long day.