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Red Rivers: The Western RP
« on: February 26, 2015, 02:38:58 AM »
The rising sun lapped over the lazy tall-grass that blew gently with the wind in the prairie. You could hear the roosters morning call, even with your pillow covering your head; underneath was your muffled snoring as your dear mother called, "Ya'll best be coming down now, or else your food goes to the cattle!". Her sweet voice echoed up the dusty flight of splintering stairs. Below you could hear the usual rustle and bustle of your parents, and their parents scrambling to get plates. Glass plates clinked together as they pulled'em from their home in the cupboards, you hear the heavy thunk of the milk jug being set on the table, and you hear the sizzling bacon's scent protrude from the cracks in your wooden floor.

It smelled so good. Best be getting out of bed now before grand-papa takes all the flapjacks.

[[The intro is going to be very broken up, more details of the ranch, town, your life, etc... etc... will come into play with each update.]]

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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #1 on: February 26, 2015, 02:53:17 AM »
Amy groaned, feeling exhausted from watching the hens so late last night. Recently, Amy could see coyotes out on the horizon and at night their deep howls kept her awake and worried. Amy slowly rose from her bed like a vampire from a coffin. The light was already piercing through the slits in her blinds lighting up her tanned, freckled face. Amy blew a strand of hair out from her tangled rats nest, and slipped out from the sheets onto the floor. Amy stretched as the roosters cooed from the barn, her arms felt sore from putting in the extra mile of work, and her feet felt blistered from walking around in those boots all day. They were starting to get a bit too small for Amy, but she loved them too much to get rid of them.

The clacking of silverware and dishes was inviting to Amy as she stepped down the stairs wearing her blue blouse. The color was amplified by the bright, morning sun. She wore some patchwork cozies, that weren't all that comfy, but great for not having to get dressed so early. Amy walked into the kitchen with a loud yawn, her hair piled high, uncombed and leaning like the tower of Pisa.

"Mornin' Pa, Ma." Amy said as she morosely pulled out a chair. She watched her Ma cook and her Pa reading up on something. "C'n I get a lil' extra bacon this mornin'?" Amy asked fiddling with her fork. Her stomach growled at the smell of delicious pork sizzled. Her favorite.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #2 on: February 26, 2015, 02:58:43 AM »
John grumbled as he lifted his head from his warm pillow. The Sun was piercing through the veil of his window onto his blackened eye which he then instictivly covered with the hand not under the pillow. He eventually rose from his bed and got dressed quickly. Grandpa always took the flap-jacks and if he wanted any, he'd have to hussle. He tried his best to hurry, but the most he could muster up was a slow shamble down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He let out a quiet, "Morning." Before shuffling over to the seat next to Sis.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #3 on: February 26, 2015, 03:07:15 AM »
Amy watched her half-dead brother walk into the room. Amy wondered who was looking more ragged this morning. "Late night for you two?" She greeted John with a quaint morning smile. A puff of her hair slumped to the side touching her face which she put back up.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #4 on: February 26, 2015, 03:11:17 AM »
"You could certainly say that." He said quietly to her as he felt on his person what he had. Last night was rough when another bar fight started and someone said just how cute Amy was. He quietly poured a bit of whiskey from the bottle he saved into his morning coffee and sipped.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #5 on: February 26, 2015, 03:20:39 AM »
Amy rolled her eyes as John poured the whiskey. He was already going at it this early. No wonder he's so tired... She looked back to her parents to see if they saw him, as if they would mind very much. Maybe Ma, but Pa.... He wouldn't mind that much. As Amy looked around the room aimlessly to the sound of cooking food, she noticed a small bruise on her brother's neck. "Didja run into a door or sumpin again, John?" She giggled as she hovered a finger dangerously close to poking the sore.

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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #6 on: February 26, 2015, 03:49:13 AM »
Ma' turned around from the stove, holding a hot skillet with two mitted hands, waves of heat emanated from the bacon inside. "Careful now its still- oh, Lord." Ma' looked at Amy with a stern look that could make a coyote stand at attention. "Amy, you know what I dun' told you about sitting at the table with out your hair done up. Now go back upstairs and straighten yourself up, thank ya' hon." She set the sizzlin' skillet right at the center of the table, with it resting on her oven-mitt.

{Warning: Some of the content in the RP will address things such as stereotypes, slavery, racism, sexism, and various other things dealing with separation and inequality that existed in the west, and some of which still exists today in our and other societies. Some content may be found offensive to some readers or players, if you get too uncomfortable; please tell me in the OOC and I can drop the entirety of it in a heart beat.}

"Yeah, we don't want them slavers out in the south to take ya' away." Your Father cackled from behind his newspaper, before quickly being swatted by Nana. "Hey! What did I say about them jokes?", she said pulling down his newspaper as he rubbed the back of his head. "Alright Ma', you don't have to hit so damn hard." She then swatted him again for cussing at the table.

"Now you two knock it off. No wonder your kids dun' turn out like they did." Your pappy said grabbing three flapjacks onto his fork and plopping down on his plate. An awkward silence so thick you could cut it with a knife, loomed over the table as everyone silently gathered their food, and hopefully Amy got up to gussy herself up.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #7 on: February 26, 2015, 03:58:44 AM »
John was about to tell his Sis, but before that could happen, Ma got to her first. He smiled and said, "I'll tell you later Sis. You better hurry up though, else your food will pull a magic trick and disappear."
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #8 on: February 26, 2015, 04:07:42 AM »
Amy pulled her finger away from John. "Awh but Ma...." Amy lightly thumped her nimble hands on the table. She looked to Ma, pouting her pout. Her eyes glistened, but Ma wasn't budging. Ma nodded her head to the direction of the stairs and got back to cooking. She glared at grandpa as he stacked up the flackjacks. This morning she could vividly taste the grossness of morning mouth, but now she could taste something bitter.

"I hope you choke, you ol' coot..." She grumbled to her self as she stomped up the stairs and into her room where she would roughly, and quickly, comb her hair to modest perfection.

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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #9 on: February 26, 2015, 08:42:19 AM »
Flynn's head was tiredly slumped against his pillow, and it was a huge struggle for him to get up. Last night was... quite a night. He'd only just started to go into bars and stuff, and his brother was always starting fights. Flynn tried to help last night - nobody talked about his sister like that - but bar fights weren't really his strong point... he wished he was a good brawler, and tough... like his brother.

"Guhhh..." Flynn groaned, but his eyes widened as he smelt bacon. Breakfast! Crap - he wasn't going to miss it again! Jumping out of bed and quickly and roughly making himself look somewhat presentable, Flynn burst out his room, almost bumping into Amy as she stormed up the stairs.

"Y-yikes! Sorry, Sis... did ma... u-uh..." Flynn began, but his sis had already gone into her room, looking somewhat annoyed. Flynn would have thought on the matter more, if bacon wasn't available for eating!

Flynn stormed down the stairs, slowing down once he entered the kitchen with a concerned look.
"S-Sorry ah' slept in a bit... last night was... u-uh... busy!"
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #10 on: February 28, 2015, 02:32:27 AM »
The skies were a deep blue, with only the thick fluffy pure-white clouds hovered way up in the skies like ships sailing in the sea. You could smell the sweet aroma of flowers as your boots creaked the floor panels of your porch, looking out at your lay of land you took a deep breath savoring the scent of pine and oak that surrounded your house. Green grass with patches of dried grass grew in front of your house and stretched all the way to the front gate way up wonder, it stood boldly against the yellows and golds that surrounded it.

You squinted, the sun was especially bright today, causing heat to rise out of the dirt path leading to the barn. Crunch, your footsteps echoed throughout the prairie as you walked down the dried out dirt path towards the barn; where your mother was, preparing the wagon for your trip into town.

Light poked into the barn through the small cracks and holes that littered the barns roof, causing beautiful sun-rays to shine over the wagon and your mother who was preparing it. More sunlight was let in as you and your siblings pushed the large wooden doors open, startling your poor ole' mother.

"Heaven above!", she jumped back clutching her heart. "I didn't think ya'll would be out here so soon," She paused as she looked over Amy. "You look beatiful, see what happens when you take care of yourself. Here let me straighten up your hair... no, no.... stop moving. I gotta get it up under your hat- boys, would you finish getting the bulls hooked up to the wagon?" Your mother asked helping Amy with her hair.

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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #11 on: February 28, 2015, 03:23:52 AM »
"Ya Mama, it shouldn't be a hassle. Flynn, grab the other please." John said in his usual stern voice as he grabbed the reigns of the other bull and led it out in front of the wagon. Today was going to go to shit quick and it wasn't his hang-over talkn'.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #12 on: February 28, 2015, 03:42:00 AM »
"Ma! M' hairs fine!" Amy tries to push away the brutal, protruding fingers of Ma, but they're no match for her unskilled hands and Ma pecks and pokes at Amy's head from under her hat. Amy is silent and takes the abuse as she watches her brothers do all the hardwork. Secretly, she felt like doing all the heavy lifting with'm, but not, it was just the 'look-pretty-sew-neatly' life for her.
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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #13 on: February 28, 2015, 07:14:59 AM »
"Gotcha," Flynn said, taking the reign of the other horse, briefly petting it before moving leading it to the wagon. "C'mon, girl, over ye' come." Flynn cooed to the horse, following his brother as he squinted in the sunlight. T'was a dang good day today; perfect for travelling, and no matter how long he stayed here, Flynn had always loved the captivating aroma around his home.

Either way, Flynn wanted to get this outta' the way A.S.A.P. He had some moolah to win later, after all.

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Re: Red Rivers: The Western RP
« Reply #14 on: February 28, 2015, 08:26:27 PM »
"Alright, ya'll remember what ya' need to pick up in town?", she asks you. Making sure you have the list.

Flynn pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with pencil markings showing their "chore list" of things to do in town, while his brother takes the reins of the cattle and helps his sister into the wagon. She knocks John's hand away as she climbed into the seat next to him.

*insert your responses here* [If you wish, just RP your responses. I really want to get the ball rolling, also I might make some bits more fictionalized. I might need to look it up, but I'm going to have parts of the railway already complete; but only in very busy parts of California.

"Alrighty, supper should be done by the time you get back home. Now git goin' I want you guys back before sun down." You both spanks the Bulls on the behind, spooking them and causing them to dash out of the barn full-speed. Pulling the reins left, you all swing the wagon out of the yard and into prairie, with a large cloud of dust trailing behind you. Behind you, through the thick clouds of tan-colored dust: you see your mother, hands over her chest slowly waving goodbye. Before walking off back towards the house.

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Your wagon rattles across the rocky dirt path, dusty clouds trail behind the worn-out wagon wheels. Tall grass gently flows with the California breeze that blows throughout the prairie this sunny afternoon. The smell of leaves and sand punctuate the air, with your nose slowly becoming clogged as dirt kicked up by your bulls flies into your face.

Screenplay By: Vinny Jackson and Marty McDonald

Past the kicked up dirt, and through your squinted eyes you see it: The Town of Lockjaw. The rickety sign pointing towards the town, collapsed as you passed by it. On the side of the road you see some men, all dressed in bright blue and red clothing. All armed to the teeth with rifles, shotguns, and large bundles of dynamite are strapped around their waist or across their chest. Must be damn prospectors.

Starring: Furaotic as, "Amy Ricochet", Lorknis as, "John 'McShale'", and Jakers as, "Flynn Ricochet"

You fly into town, John pulls back on the reigns causing the bulls heads to jerk back. They roar but slowly begin to stop. A few people jump out of the way as you stop in front of the: "Fat Pioneer Saloon". Reaching into his pocket Flynn pulls out the list of "chores" and shows it to everyone in the wagon.

Music By: Flint Westwood and Geoff Crossings

List of chores:

-Pick up a case of malk milk
-Drop off the crates filled with Deer Corn over at Mikey's
-Stop by your aunties and tell them we'll head down to Jackson by Friday
-Head into the saloon and tell the pianist there that his money is coming
-Make sure to grab sugar and salt by the general store, and if Marley is there; tell 'em I said HI
-Then pick up some axles from the smithy, then replace the ones on your wagon before you head home

-XOXOXOXOXO Mom

PS: Don't tell your father this but, I'm picking him up a surprise from Marley