manapool1

The Wild West: The Town Life

This is when red rushes out. He attempts to get away but trips over Sammy's foot and fumbles down the three stairs to the entrance of their dusty saloon. Moaning in pain he scampers to his feet only to feel a cold gun at the side of his head. The nostalgia of his luck being put to the test in the ultimate gamble surged with the excitement, terror and adrenaline all already coursing through his veins. He wouldn't have time to pull his own pistol, and even if he moved his head in time, the sound of a blaring blast from the large gun would leave him immobilized. He was in another one of kid red's famous pickles, the very same ones he used to get out of daily as a kid. But he wasn't a kid any more, and with his bum leg and recent lack of action, Red wasn't ready to get out of this one.

"what's the hurry buddy?" Kilian said to the man he kept his gun pointed at?
"Who me? You know, the wife and kids expect me home about an hour ago and I don't think they'd find it comforting to hear I've been drinking the day away" Red said in a sincere and composed manor. Kilain just shook his head.
"No way kid, no one would marry someone with red hair like that"
"Hey, why not say that to some of the girls at this here bar? They sweet talk me all th-"
"That's their job you idoit"

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The joys of riding free. The joys are that no one knows who the hell you are. This was no differnt. He had reived a large ammount of money to find some kid in this town and regardless of what happens he will take the kid home alive. Riding into the small town he noticed a masked man walking i to the bar. Following the man in behind him he smiled. "Good evening people. The Davidson Twins are looking for their money! I will collect as follows unless you can give me information on a Mr Kilean Ortiz Cruz. Anyhelp would be nice as it will let you keep your measly money and save me a bullet"

@Error

Kreig looked over to him. His real face painted disgust but the mask hid this as a blank stare. He was here to recruit red, not kill him. All of this ruined his plans in the end. He would need to put this to a stop. Shaking his head wildly, the native american man slowly edged for his guns hand in case things got rough. He knew he was here, he had been tracking this old bandit down for a year now and he wasn't going to let it go.
"the man you are looking for, kid red, is not here. This young lady has told me so and I believe that this is all we need to discuss here, That being said, perhaps you can tell me why you are looking for him?"

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In the bar, a young man with wild red hair tamed by grease to slide it into a more or less fashionable look, gingerly scrubs a damp and clean rag inside a glass. the glass shines as he sets it back down, red looking it over all the while. A small smile over his face seemed to glow as he looked over the bar. He had been here for a few years now. He wondered just what would have happened to him if he kept with his old wrangling days of looting and plunder, but those days where in the past. He had a life here, filling cups, making drinks and equally skillful small talk. As he poured another cup he looked out the small fence-like swing doors to the bar, seeing a nostalgic face. He dropped the glass at this, but was quick to catch it and fill deliver the drink to it's consumer.
"it can't be.... not in a million years" Red proclaimed to himself under his breath. He went white as if he had seen a specter. In some ways, he had.

Outside the town, a man swaggered in on his horse. As he moved towards the saloon, more and more people looked over him. The average small talk and chatter of the towns where taken over by whispers and mutters in a aura like affect. This man was an odd one indeed. Like a predator on it's prey, he seemed so void of care for the surroundings around him, focusing in on those doors and nothing else. His breathing was nullified and almost unhearable, and even his horses tramples where soft. More than this was his face, or lack of one. Masked by a tarp of cloth and a clay figure over his head, such an odd sight was unheard of.

Reaching the saloon, the masked figure swiftly dismounted his steed and tied it to a post in the railing. Sighing after wards he looked up to the large mount. It was clear this was no thoroughbred or racing horse of any kind. The lack of saddle was just proving this more. As he pat the animal and tuged the water trout slightly closer for it to drink, it whinnied in eagerness.
"That's nice, I'll be wetting my whistle too" Said the man in a salty tongue that was more or less intimidating.
Walking on, he snatched his shoddy shotgun and walked up the the front. From here he turned to a scandely clad woman and nodded before holding up a crude drawling of red. His horse stared with the others in awe. Was he serious?
"Have you seen this man? He calls himself kid red" He asked dully to Sammy.

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@manapool1
XD Yes I am.

@booksmusicanime

nope, your in wyoming!

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@manapool1
No it will get me killed, but either way. I'm in Kansas.

@booksmusicanime

your not in kansas anymore!

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And cause me more annoyance...>.> I'm seriously about to hit something.

I still hate driving.

@booksmusicanime

but when the zombies come after you, it will save your life!

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You could have told me that!

@Error

Lol, and miss out on a some rants? No way!

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Take my advice or dont. I really dont care. I like weapons so I thought that I should give tips and stuff to you. If you knew stuff then id spare you my useless knowlege of guns, but as you have said you live in NY so dont have that much knowlege. To my knowlege this RP is histrical, and I do pride myself on historical accracy. Having a look back I realise I was only thinking of the elephant gun but mistakes are made. Please remember that even though you have an orange tag doesnt mean that I am wrong. However, you did just say scatter gun so I grabbed the most scattery gun that would scatter.

@Error

I don't live in new york, it was where a lot of my life was spent.

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Hey no more arguing. Weapons will be weapons. Got it?

I have enough on my mind with Drivers Ed and trying to learn to drive and you guys arguing about weapons doesn't help me. So hush and be friendly.

Also throwing knives weren't common back then either. This is late 1800s. Guns are still fairly advanced for that time.

I'm not a weapons person so I don't know what types of guns were common, so RESEARCH IT.

@booksmusicanime

yes ma'am.Sorry, I'm just agitated for reasons yet to be explained.

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Looking back, there are grips you could have but they are such things like bounding it in leather or enamel. Its down to you, but during fire-fights you will have a good gun, but like many of the first machine guns (Gats and browning. Both unmovable without a horse and cart) and many SMG's of today, the luger sprays like hell. It also has a terrible recoil.

Personally I would recommend you take a derringer, A Winchester Repeater (A normal rifle), Colt peace maker (Most wide spread revolver) or a bunch of throwing knives (If you wanna be all awesome, plus, unlimited ammo), (Im leave in the lemon squeezer out as it is only accurate at 1 to 2 meters. Any further and its crap)

On a side note, @manapool1 A scatter gun. This will fall into the catorgary 'Stupidly rare it doesnt matter how long you have been riding you would never have found an elephant gun' I am feeling nice however. So! I will just point out flaws. 1. Like the luger it isnt american made so would be an import. 2. It is hard to make, they were made for the rich in africa to shoot elephants (hence the name elephant gun). 3. It isnt loaded like a revolver nor a pistole, it is however loaded like a... musket, a minimusket in your poctet. 4. Given the inate lack of big, scary elephants in the US or even anything bigger than a elephant, VERY few people used it, I mean around 100 in the country. You may have one and I wont fight for that as unlike the luger the scatter gun has some surprises like... how the ammo isnt the same as anything sold or how you need lots of black powder.

@booksmusicanime May I ask if by small pistole you mean a derenger? A ornate dagger is actuly not unseen.

On the whole. I love weapons, I do know what is what and all its flaws. @manapool1 PM me if you wnat help with weapons.

@Error

you said you were feeling nice so you'd spare me. Let me remind you that I out rank you. Regardless, we have different definitions of scattergun. To me, that is the name of a crappy shotgun. You took it to be some high powered blunderbuss that kills anything and is way op.

Also, throwing knives? That's not a good idea. Even if you're trained it's very inaccurate and require a lot more training and conditioning than learning to use a single weapon. Why strip down, clean and sharped a bunch of knives that are slower, less effective and easily defeated with a harder material, when you could use a gun. field strip it once a day and have a much deadlier and easier to use weapon.