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ExplloJack scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh. He turned around quickly, pulling out his revolver from his holster, and fired a shot, hitting a bottle perfectly. He smirked and continued firing, practicing his trigger finger. The boy had made some progress over the years, but was far from experienced. Still, he went on with his business, trying his best to improve his gunslinger skills in the hopes of one day becoming a gunslinger himself. He never wanted to be a Deputy, in all reality. In fact, he just wanted to be a gunslinger so he could leave the town and help others instead of just this one city. Unfortunately, it seemed like a fleeting dream for Jack...
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Jack looked back at him quickly, spooked by his sudden appearance. His revolver let out another round as he jumped, causing him to drop it, and hold his ear due to the loud ringing. "R-Right....sorry, Sheriff, I just kind of forget sometimes, y'know?" He bent down, picked up the revolver, and placed it back in it's holster. "At least I'm a good shot with a Winchester....but I suppose anyone can be." Jack gently placed the bowler back on his hat and approached Sheriff Mullins. "The boys we got locked up in the cells didn't cause any trouble last night and everything appeared to be in order this morning, sir." Reporting everything was something that Jack was very inclined to do, just to give the job of Deputy a more..."formal" type of work, which suited him just fine.
By the way, I'll be having rehearsals for a musical for a lot of days, so if it takes me a while to post, don't be alarmed.
Among the rabble of the city, the Sheriffs Department sat near the outer edges as the sun broke through the clouds. Inside, Jack sat near his desk, his feet laying on the table and his chair propped back. His bowler hat covered his face as he snoozed away. Obviously he had to work the night shift. The Sheriff was always giving him some kind of stressful or otherwise boring job, which usually led to him taking a very long "nap." As he snoozed away, one of the criminals inside a cell nearby started to ring his cup against the bars of his cell, waking Jack up in surprise. Nearly falling backwards, before steadying himself out, Jack groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Can't a guy get some sleep in peace?" He glared at the criminal and picked up his hat, placing it back on his head, and strolled out into the town.
His usual daily routine was to patrol around in the morning, making sure the peace wasn't being disturbed. Every few feet he was greeted with a "Good morning." or "How are you?", the usual. Occasionally there would be a theft or two, which Jack would have to stop, but it appeared that today was going to start off quite nice. He loved the feeling of the sun on his skin, which made him grow a big smile almost uncontrollably. After walking about, Jack made his way to the back of the Sheriffs Department, where a small assortment of bottles were put up in several places for the law enforcement's convenience. He took a stance, pulled out his revolver quickly, and fire off at one of the bottles...missing entirely. "Come on, damn it...", he mumbled under his breath, trying again more and more. A few bottles would break every now and again, but his skill was far from impressive. Of course, if he used his Winchester, the shots would be hitting their mark every time. Jack, however, wanted to be a gunslinger, just like the legends that the saloon-goers gossiped about.
So there he was, firing off constantly, trying to practice his marksmanship with a revolver, shots echoing from the station over and over again.
His usual daily routine was to patrol around in the morning, making sure the peace wasn't being disturbed. Every few feet he was greeted with a "Good morning." or "How are you?", the usual. Occasionally there would be a theft or two, which Jack would have to stop, but it appeared that today was going to start off quite nice. He loved the feeling of the sun on his skin, which made him grow a big smile almost uncontrollably. After walking about, Jack made his way to the back of the Sheriffs Department, where a small assortment of bottles were put up in several places for the law enforcement's convenience. He took a stance, pulled out his revolver quickly, and fire off at one of the bottles...missing entirely. "Come on, damn it...", he mumbled under his breath, trying again more and more. A few bottles would break every now and again, but his skill was far from impressive. Of course, if he used his Winchester, the shots would be hitting their mark every time. Jack, however, wanted to be a gunslinger, just like the legends that the saloon-goers gossiped about.
So there he was, firing off constantly, trying to practice his marksmanship with a revolver, shots echoing from the station over and over again.
@Nevix You should put that on a business card.
Need.....roleplay.....eye twitching.....INTENSIFYING.
Any idea when this'll start?
Boy oh boy. Can't wait to get this started.
@Nevix Implying Jack is gruff 'n' tough and not a complete newbie to the wild west.
Inb4 Glenn Johnson and Jack Hathoway become partners.
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