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Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@LeiaHair Basically what Destiny said. Welcome aboard! :D just go ahead and post your CS in the character tab and I'll take a look at it!

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Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@Silentfeather you're good. It was 3 posts after your original.

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@TheFox

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Miss McCullen came walking over to them, looking as radiant as ever. Ben ran his fingers through his, still a bit damp, hair. In her presence he always felt as if he was a boor and a mess. An ill mannered farm boy. In truth he was all of that. But he tried his best not to be when she was near.

“Mornin' Miss McCullen.” He said as he nodded to greet her. “Jus' dandy.” He put another spoonful into his mouth. “How about you?”

"As well as ever, I guess." Claudia replied with a sigh, sitting down beside Ben. It always amused her how every time she was in his presence, the dusty old cowboy felt he had to gussy himself up for her. Naturally, she didn't think anything of his appearance, nor did she care much if he was some hick. After all, before Eli found her, she was nothing but some dirty old saloon whore. "I couldn't stop thinking about Mack and Roy, those poor boys... I wish there was something we could have done. Eli said they knew what they were getting into, but still..." Her bright red lips curled into a sullen frown as her dazzling emerald eyes gazed deep into the crackling flames of the campfire casting a warm vermillion glow across the ground. The delectable aroma of breakfast simmering in the cast iron pot tantalized her senses. She couldn't remember when last she ate. Thankfully, if it wasn't for their cook Annabelle, she and this whole bunch would have likely starved long before.

@LostDestiny

"Smells wonderful, Miss Belle." Claudia grinned to the woman. "I sure am glad we found you, hon. I don't know how long I could have gone just living on canned fruits." Though Eli seemed not mind them, but he was of a different stock the outlaw. It was understandable to Claudia she chose to go with him, to follow the life of a wanderer, a vagabond. Still, even if that saloon back in El Paso was a horrible place, filled with horrible men who did horrible things to her...sometimes she missed at least having a warm bed and a warm meal.

She decided then to fix her a small bowl of food and a cup of coffee, something to at least nourish her decadent figure and alleviate the gnawing hunger growling in her shapely stomach. As she sat down again beside Ben and ate quietly, taking small bites, she noticed their other lady friend, the beautiful as ever Miss Blackthorne, already showing just after a few months. Despite not knowing herself, Claudia would assume it was both a blessing and a curse to bear children, as she watched the woman struggle a little with the weight of her pregnant belly. However, she couldn't help but smile to herself as Kira gently rubbed said belly, pondering if her new offspring was going to be a boy or a girl.

@Silentfeather

"I'm sure Mister Blackthorne would be happy either way, darling." She chimed in on the woman's silent reflections with a sincere look of her own towards the pregnant lady. "By the way, where is he? I haven't seen him or the rest of the boys all morning."

At that time, her man Elijah answered gruffly as he and the old man Mister Gus stepped into the scene, Elijah looking intimidating as always despite his shabby, unkempt appearance, "I sent him and the rest huntin' up near the mountains. We need some more meat if Miss Lockhart's gonna keep feedin' us. Mornin' all. Darlin'." He tipped his hat to everyone with a curt nod before fixing himself a hearty helping of breakfast, sitting in front of them on a tree stump and chowing down as he resumed addressing them and their....well at least Annabelle's....grievances. "I know what y'all're thinkin'. It's been hell these past few weeks. Not a goddamn one of us can catch a break around here. I miss Mack and Roy too, but them boys knew what they were gettin' into when they joined up. Still, I can't keep thinkin' that job was a setup. We were guaranteed to walk in and get that money without any trouble. I ain't gonna point no fingers here, but somebody had to know." His steely eyes were upon the gang, like those of a wolf, dangerous yet calm.

Gus soon cut in, his mouth full as he spoke, "Now now, Eli. We don't need to start this in the mornin'. I'm sure not a damn one of us said anythin' to them damn gov'ment boys. Besides, I believe Ma Belle here was needin' to go to town for some supplies and whatnot. I can take her in later, as well as anybody else that feels like goin'. Ladies?" He turned to the women with a half cocked grin, yellow teeth and all beneath his scruffy beard.

"I'll go, Gus." Said Claudia setting her bowl aside and standing up to dust her dress off. "Besides, it would be nice to get out of this dreary camp for once and see some civilization. Would you like to come too, Miss Blackthorne? I bet a little fresh air would do you and the little one some good." She smiled at Kira.

"Now listen." Elijah interjected however, clattering his plate and his mug down beside him as he spoke with a stern tone of voice to the women, especially Claudia. "This ain't gonna be no shoppin' trip. Y'all're just gettin' supplies and that's it. I don't want y'all runnin' all over the goddamn place, especially when we don't know a lick about where we are. Annabelle," He looked over at the woman, their camp cook. "Take what you need from the camp funds, within reason. Ben." He then turned to the man beside him with a firm glance. "You go with 'em and make sure they stay out of trouble. While y'all're there, find out whatever you can about this state, New Hanlon, who the big players are, the rich and whatnot. Find out about any banks, trains, or stagecoach routes. If we're gonna stay here a bit, we might as well make use of our time here."

"I reckon you're right, son." Said Gus with a sigh. "I'll hitch the wagons up and we'll get goin' Closest town to here's McKinley, I believe." He was about to amble off and do so before Elijah stopped him inquiring, "And just why the hell are you goin', Gus?"

Gus turned around, nervously tittering as he scratched the back of his balding head, "Well uh....y-you know, Eli..."

Eli's eyes narrowed sharply, "You're headin' to the saloon, ain't you, you old drunk?"

"Just for a few drinks, boy!" Gus guffawed. "Don't you fret now. I'll take good care of these ladies, me and ol' Ben. Besides, I like havin' me a few pretty faces to look at 'round here. Beats lookin' at y'all's ugly asses all day! HA!" Jovially, he slapped his knee, his wrinkled old face beaming with laughter as his enormous belly jiggled beneath sullied overalls and a union suit.

"Whatever." Elijah rolled his eyes with a glower. "Y'all just remember what I said. In the meantime, I'll wait for John and the others to get back. They should be here soon, and hopefully with some deer." He soon stood, briskly walking away from the group and disappearing behind the flap of his rather large tent.

Claudia frowned slightly, watching her man leave like that. Ever since Dodge City, Elijah had been in nothing but a bad mood. It was starting to wear on her honestly. That damn fool still suspected one of them ratted out the gang, and he just wouldn't let it go. Claudia was worried, fearful the outlaw was gonna drive himself bat dab crazy with such notions. Either way, she dismissed the thought, shaking her head with a brief sigh as she finished the last drop of her coffee and set her cup aside, turning to the women of their dastardly gang with a warm, cheerful expression, "Well girls, what do you say we hit the town? Let ol' Eli have some peace and quiet for once?" She joked, giggling to herself softly. It would be nice for once, to be able to see the country at least, to not be cooped up at camp all day, bored out of her mind.

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@LostDestiny@Ordsmed@TheFox@Silentfeather

Alright guys, first IC post is up. I gotta admit, my writing skills are a tad rusty as I haven't done this in a while, but I hope it's good enough for you guys. Anywho, I gotta go eat and get ready for work, so I won't be on til later. Have fun!

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

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~Windmill Camp~

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Elijah's Journal

I don't know what the hell is going on, but it seems everywhere we turn, our luck just keeps running out. We were guaranteed that bank job up in Dodge City was going to be easy, but somehow, the law had the upper hand on us. We had all the money and was about to make our escape, then out of nowhere the goddamn Pinkertons show up with about fifty men, like they knew exactly which bank we were gonna rob that day. We shot our way out of town, but in the fight both Mack and Roy got killed. I'll miss those two boys. They were both good men. True to the cause they were.

We packed up camp as quickly as we could and moved further south across the Cumberland River into New Hanlon. I got to admit, it's pretty country here, but we're not on vacation...at least not yet. Hopefully we can stay here a while before the law catches onto us, if they even do. Ol' Ben even picked a good spot for us to camp too, here deep in the woods, nice and secluded. We'll stay here for as long as we can. Until then, we need to hit more banks, rob more people. If we ever want to achieve our dream of a free land, we're going to need more money.

R.I.P. Roy Swanson+
R.I.P. Mack Gillis+

After scribbling down his thoughts for the day, Elijah closed his small leather journal slowly then set it to the side, lifting his tired, bloodshot eyes to gaze out over the sheen crystal surface of the Tallahatchie Lake and the morning sun reflecting off the still waters. He was sitting on a hollowed out log near the water's edge, just a stone's throw from the camp, doing his usual morning routine of contemplating the rest of the day in silence. A lit, slightly crumpled cigarette dangled precariously from his dry lips, which he soon took between his fingers, giving a slow drag of it and exhaling a thin wisp of smoke into the damp morning air.

Despite the peacefulness of the early morning, the distant sound of birds chirping and fish splashing in the nearby lake, his mind was troubled Eli's. All the man could think about was that last job in Dodge City, how it had gone so horribly wrong and led to the death of two of his best men. Indeed his heart grieved for Mack and Roy, for they were like his brothers, as were they to the rest of the gang. Alas, Elijah didn't dare to show any remorse upon his grizzled face. To do so in his mind was to show weakness, and right now...of all times...he needed to be a strong leader.

So entranced in thought was Elijah that he did not notice the old codger toddling up beside him, until he heard the sound of Gus's spurs jingling with each heavy, lumbering footfall. The old man hacked a rather nasty cough before speaking in his accustomed jovial and upbeat manner, "Well shit the bed, boy! What you doin' down here by your lonesome? Mopin'?"

Elijah muttered, turning to the old bastard with a grim expression on his face, "I ain't mopin', you old drunk. I'm just thinkin' is all." He turned around then, facing the waters once more with a sigh as Gus plopped down beside him and fished from his leather satchel a flask of Tennessee Whiskey. The old man unscrewed the cap, taking a big gulp, then he offered it to Elijah, the younger man respectfully declining. Elijah resumed, "We've been chased all over for weeks, Gus. I ain't had much time to sleep or do anything else." And it showed. Elijah's pale blue eyes were flecked with jagged veins of crimson, and his eyelids were dark and droopy with heavy bags under both.

"Hell, when do we ever Eli?" Said Gus taking another swig of his flask. "The law's been mighty tough on us ever since we left Dodge City. I can't believe them damn Pinkertons were there just waitin' on us."

"It's strange, I know." Elijah nodded in agreement. "It was like they knew, Gus. They knew damn good and well we were gonna be there. I'm beginning to think..." His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"About what?" Gus's bushy brow furrowed, his dry lips curling into a frown beneath his peppery beard. "That one of us told them government boys?" He was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he laughed out, slapping Elijah hard enough on the back that he nearly fell out of his seat on the log, "Shit, Eli! You're gettin' paranoid! Not a goddamn one of us would sell this gang out to them damn Pinkertons, even if they offered us money and whatnot! We're family through and through! We'll stick together no matter what! Besides, only a fool would betray you son."

Elijah gave him a wry smile, replying, "It's nice to hear you say that, old man. I'm glad you and the others are loyal, despite what we've been through these past few months." Then, with a lengthy stretch and a yawn, he stood up, throwing his cigarette down into the wet sand and crushing it under his boot. "Well," Said Elijah as he looked towards the camp. "Let's get to it then, old man. We got a big day ahead of us, I reckon." By then, everyone else was stirring from their tents. It amused him honestly. Half the time, he was the one getting out of bed late, but surprisingly this morning, he beat everyone else.

Walking back to the camp, Gus followed behind Elijah returning as he took one more swig of whiskey before screwing the cap back on his flask and stuffing it in his dingy overalls, "That we do, son. That we do. By the way..." He noticed of the gang, Claudia wasn't among them. "Where's your woman, Miss McCullen?"

"Oh, her." Said Elijah bluntly. "Ah, she's over on the other side of the lake takin' a bath. Kept complainin' all night about not bein' able to bathe. She'll be here soon." And with that, both Elijah and Gus continued on to the camp.

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Meanwhile on the other side, Claudia ambled down the path through the forest that led to what she considered the perfect place to bathe.

The lake emptied into an open glade of the secluded forest far from the campsite, at a pond of crystal waters sparkling amidst the first golden rays of dawn casting ethereal light through the thick veil of pines and cedars. Frail, dappled shadows danced across the smooth, polished rocks, and the flowers, so many lovely shades and wondrous hues of color, were brimming to life at the first warm kiss of morning upon their petals. Twas nature's beauty, innocent yet untamed, just as the songbirds chirping and singing their morning praises that culminated with the gentle pitter-patter of the waterfall snaking through the sheer rock-face and diluting so tranquil into the shimmering pool of crisp, clear water.

Claudia relished the sight for a moment or so, taking it all in with equally dazzling eyes so warm and pleasant. After all, it was in nature she found her peace, her solace. She then removed her garments and her weapons, leaving them to rest beside the bank as she tiptoed in a tad skittish. Twas the midst of summer yet the water was cold, a chill creeping through the woman's toes and all throughout her body. Even so, Claudia took a deep breath and dove in, swimming deeper into the mysterious fathoms of the forest spring, a new world seeming to await under the glassy surface as she opened her eyes.

She rose to the surface once more to catch her breath and rest her back against the rocks, staring into the sky and sighing to herself blissfully.

After her bath, she dried off quickly and got dressed, slipping her gun belt back over her dress, a leather holster dangling off the side that held her LeMat revolver and plenty of bullets. Claudia wasn't much of a sharp shooter like the rest of the gang, but she was learning enough thanks to Elijah. Once she was dressed and her hair was fixed, she returned to the camp well rested and well pampered with a pleasant expression crossing her lips. Twas a beautiful morning, yet she could feel the sun wouldn't stay for long. Clouds, gray and billowing loomed in the distance, and she was sure she felt a tiny drop kiss her cheek softly.

Nevertheless, she wasn't one to let a little rain spoil her day. Walking up to the camp, she greeted her fellow gang members with a smile, chirping pleasantly to them, "Morning, everyone. How'd you sleep?"

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

Just a heads up, everyone. I'm not really feeling the best right now, so the RP might be postponed for a bit. I'm sorry. 😭

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

The Bossman

="Sometimes, you have to fight for what you believe in. Sometimes you have to die for it. I ain't afraid of either."=

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Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian/Native American Mix

Nationality: American

Age: 38

Occupation: Before he was an outlaw, he was a soldier in the Union Army during the Civil War

Faction: Leader of the McCullen-Rainwater Gang, alongside his lover Claudia

Family:
Father: Abraham Rainwater - Drunk - Whereabouts Unknown
Mother: Lucretia "Songbird" Meadows - Prostitute - Died in 1859 to Tuberculosis

Horse: Boudica - raised her from a foal


Equipment:

Winchester Model 1873 "Yellow Boy" Repeater Rifle


Two Colt Model 1851 Navy Revolvers


Union Issued Bowie Knife

-A Wool Bedroll
-A pack of Cigarettes
-A Pewter Flask of Bourbon
-A Gold Pocket Watch
-Plenty of Provisions (Dried, salted meats, canned food, etc.)
-A worn out leather-bound journal

Skills:
-Shooting of course
-Wilderness Survival
-Horseback Riding
-Hand to Hand Combat
-Cheating at Poker
-Reading and Writing

Personality Traits:
-Charismatic
-Calculating
-Cold Blooded
-Altruistic
-A Leader among Men
-Values loyalty greatly among many things

Likes: Whiskey, cigarettes, sunrises and sunsets, beautiful women to warm his bed at night, giving to the poor

Dislikes: The government, all lawmen, Confederates, rich folk, harm towards the innocent

Backstory:

"I was born in 1848 in Lexington, Massachusetts, the very place where our Founding Fathers fought and died for our freedom. My father...shit, I barely even remember him. Accordin' to my mama, he was just some Irish drunk who blew into town. Back then, she was workin' in a house of ill repute. Imagine that, an Indian as a whore. Well, daddy fucked her one night, and here I am. Then he just up and leaves again. Nothin' to remember him by but an empty bottle of whiskey. I guess you could say I never knew him at all really. Well, a few years later, mama got sick with the TB. She died on a Sunday mornin' in May of 1859. I was only eleven years old.

With no one to take care of me, naturally, the state threw me in a boy's home. The people who run it were some mean sons a bitches I tell you. They'd whip your ass just for lookin' at 'em the wrong way. Sometimes, I think they got off on it, hurtin' little children like that. Anywho, I had enough of it and left one day. I joined the Army when I was only thirteen. By that time, the war had begun between the North and the South. I was part of the cavalry in Gettysburg. I'll admit, I seen terrible things there, things to this day that haunt my memories. I remember the cries of wounded men laying in fields of blood and guts, the smell of rifle smoke and horse's breath. We pushed back those goddamn rebels though, and we gave everything we had in the name of freein' them colored folk...at least...that's what I thought this war was for.

Every man, regardless of color, deserved to live free. To do as he damn well pleased, but of course, the goddamn government didn't see it that way. Sure enough, once the South was reunited, it was back to the old ways, taxin' the poor, makin' the rich even richer. All the while, they kept us down with rules and regulations. I felt betrayed by my country, by the people I swore to fight for in the name of liberty. What I desired more than most was for man to live free, to be unshackled from the tyranny of government and modern livin'. I knew that for this dream of mine to come true, I needed money...alot of money. So I started robbin' people, mostly folks travelin' the roads at night. I would jump out from the bushes and holler 'put your damn hands up!'


{Gustav "Old Gus" Ellory, age 59}

I pulled my gun one time on this old feller though, down near Mississippi. Didn't have a penny to his damn name. His name was Gus by the way. Anywho, Gus soon pulled his gun on me. I thought 'you stupid son of a bitch'. We both pulled the trigger, and wouldn't you know it, not a damn one of us hit anything. Bullets just went right past each other. We laughed about it afterwards, and I decided to travel with Gus. We became real good friends despite how old he was. I learned a lot from him, more than what the damn Army taught me.


{Claudia McCullen, age 36}

About a few years later, when we were movin' through Texas, I met the love of my life in a saloon in El Paso. Her name was Claudia, Claudia McCullen. She was originally up from the North like me, a New York girl, but her family moved down here to start some cattle ranch.
She said the ranch got bad and her father borrowed some money from some nasty men. Well, when her daddy couldn't pay the debt back, they took her and made her work in the saloon. Anyway, some bastard ass Mexican got rough with her one night while we were there, so I shot him right between the eyes. Claudia was scared to death we were all gonna be hanged for it, so I told her to come with me. She did, surprisingly, and she's been with us ever since. I swear I'll love her til the day I die.

Before too long, Gus, Claudia, and I began to draw more people in, people like us really, the downtrodden, those stepped upon by a society that didn't want them. We started pullin' more robberies, only this time we hit much bigger targets, banks, trains, stagecoaches. We took from those who had too much, and gave to those who had practically nothin'. All the while, the law was hot on our tails. They chased us plum across the West, but even so, we kept on pushin' back, because unlike the rest they've stamped out, we won't go so easily.

We are free men and women, fightin' against a world that hates our kind, and we won't rest until our dream of a free world is fulfilled...or we just die tryin' to make it that way. Until then, to all lawmen, sheriffs, Pinkertons...come and get us. We're waitin' for you."

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@Ordsmed@Silentfeather@LostDestiny Characters accepted! We got some good ones too!

@Silentfeather I honestly wouldn't mind it, as I think it adds to the story well enough.

Anywho folks, my mouth is hurting somethin' fierce, so I'm gonna take some pain meds and have a snooze. When I get back on, I'll add my CS's then we can get this show a goin'!

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@Silentfeather No worries. ^•^ I'm at the dentist now, so I won't be on til later tonight when I get home.