He would rub the ridge of his nose, releasing a low grunt of frustration, clearly not enjoying her friendly demeanor. Her attempt to be friendly, he saw right through it. "Give me one good reason why even you, would want me, to ride with you." His hands clasped against his belt buckle. His eyes squinted at the woman, suspicion brewing intensely. He would glance down at the body, giving it a light tap with his boot, before looking back up at her. He would pull something out of his satchel. It turned out to be a cigarette case. He would pull two out, lighting one and holding it to his mouth, inhaling the smoke. "Want a cigarette?" *He said as he offered her the second cigarette in his other hand. Sticking out his hand that held the cigarette for her to grab in. He exhaled the rest of the smoke.
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Standing there, was William Davie, which is a face that could barely be recognized only by the wanted posters across Florida. He was not well known in this territory, nor Northern States, but among the south, he was a outlaw, a bandit, a ruthless killer. He barely heard the running steps approaching him, his eyes darted into that direction. He spun his revolver before holstering it. He sighed, recognizing the traits of the figure running to him, being able to identify her red hair, her dress, and other characteristics.
"Hey!" He yelled in a raspy voice. His tone ringing out with aggressiveness, almost ordering her to stop running. He sighed once more, glancing down at the deputy below his feet, staring deeply into the gone eyes of the corpse. He knelt down, before using his fingers to close his dead eyes. He stood up, gazing back at the running figure, before spitting on the ground. "God damn it." He said, partially annoyed, mainly due to the fact that he has to explain his whole life's story to the lady, potentially. Or maybe he could make up a story. But he wasn't one to do that, was he?
"Hey!" He yelled in a raspy voice. His tone ringing out with aggressiveness, almost ordering her to stop running. He sighed once more, glancing down at the deputy below his feet, staring deeply into the gone eyes of the corpse. He knelt down, before using his fingers to close his dead eyes. He stood up, gazing back at the running figure, before spitting on the ground. "God damn it." He said, partially annoyed, mainly due to the fact that he has to explain his whole life's story to the lady, potentially. Or maybe he could make up a story. But he wasn't one to do that, was he?
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"I thought we were indivisible!"
He blurted out as he clung onto the debris. His vines would snap from the force of the slam from the roof, but they would quickly regenerate. They darted out, building stabilizers for Aggi, so that he didn't have to cling onto the debris any longer. His vines stiffened, before slowly lowering him down to surface level.
"You spilled my energy drink..."
He said intensely. He then grew out a vine, it reached all the way up to the building, before grabbing John America by the neck, and roughly slamming him down into the debris. The vine snapped back, mainly due to the stretch from the length, and also from him withdrawing the vine. It slapped Aggi in the face due to the pressure from the stretch.
"Ow..."
He blurted out as he clung onto the debris. His vines would snap from the force of the slam from the roof, but they would quickly regenerate. They darted out, building stabilizers for Aggi, so that he didn't have to cling onto the debris any longer. His vines stiffened, before slowly lowering him down to surface level.
"You spilled my energy drink..."
He said intensely. He then grew out a vine, it reached all the way up to the building, before grabbing John America by the neck, and roughly slamming him down into the debris. The vine snapped back, mainly due to the stretch from the length, and also from him withdrawing the vine. It slapped Aggi in the face due to the pressure from the stretch.
"Ow..."
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In the city of Tromos, democracy reigns supreme and peace runs wildly through the streets. Tromos is a city secure and safe, very little crime, lack of poverty, and the city is in their period of peak enlightenment. There is no twists. You are either a leader of the city, a student in the Academy, or a citizen of high respect and knowledge.
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Name: William Davie
Aliases: "The Traveler"
Age: 34
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, Blue eyes, scruffy beard. Usually wears a brown vest with a Tan dress shirt and Tan riding pants, while wearing a brown Rancher hat.
Personality: Calculating, Somewhat Empathetic
Background: TBD
Equipment: Revolver, Canteen, Hunter's Knife.
Misc: " 'Bout damn time. "
Aliases: "The Traveler"
Age: 34
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, Blue eyes, scruffy beard. Usually wears a brown vest with a Tan dress shirt and Tan riding pants, while wearing a brown Rancher hat.
Personality: Calculating, Somewhat Empathetic
Background: TBD
Equipment: Revolver, Canteen, Hunter's Knife.
Misc: " 'Bout damn time. "
Somewhere in the Kansas Territory
Blood is spilled. The year is 1856, you find yourself in a field. A field where violence once was not too long ago. Blood is covering the field. Wildflowers are now red, so is the long grass. An American flag is planted in the centre. It is covered partially in blood. Utterly disgusted by the sight, your eyes gaze to the mountains far away, as an attempt to distract yourself. Then, a gunshot is heard.
Standing in the distance, there is a man. A loud scream could be heard, then another gunshot, then silence. A duel took place, and it ended as swiftly as it started.
What do you do?
Blood is spilled. The year is 1856, you find yourself in a field. A field where violence once was not too long ago. Blood is covering the field. Wildflowers are now red, so is the long grass. An American flag is planted in the centre. It is covered partially in blood. Utterly disgusted by the sight, your eyes gaze to the mountains far away, as an attempt to distract yourself. Then, a gunshot is heard.
Standing in the distance, there is a man. A loud scream could be heard, then another gunshot, then silence. A duel took place, and it ended as swiftly as it started.
What do you do?
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