-last edited on Aug 15, 2018 21:26:13 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Aug 15, 2018 21:24:51 GMT
Chapter II
The smoky haze in the saloon was thick enough to gather in the corners, obscuring edges and darkening features. It also tended to form a film on the top of the coffee I was serving.
I placed another glass before the muttering Brian, a very loyal customer lately. He had spent most of the last three days nursing cup after cup of coffee, talking blackly to himself. Oh well, business was business.
The jukebox in the corner was blasting out a grungy rap piece from a quarter that Ash had fed it. The cantankerous thing hadn’t ate it with no return, luckily. I was sick of the complaints.
In fact, I was kind of sick of everything about this place. And that was bad, because I owned it.
I quickly scattered to collect more empty cups, and check on the help in the kitchens. I didn’t trust them around the patrons. It took a lot of tact to keep customers coming back. I also tended to deal with the shadier side of town in here, and you never knew when somebody was going to object to the prices.
The swinging doors of the saloon slid open almost silently, but my ears were fine-tuned enough to pick up on it. I glanced quickly that way, and caught a glimpse of a thin figure entering, heading for the bar.
I quickly hurried back to the counter, stashing the cups on my sombrero serving platter. I slipped it onto the top of the bar, I’d give it to the guys in the back later. The newcomer approached. “What can I get you?”
“Got chicken?”
“Yes sir. Do you like it agreeable, or with a temper?”
“Cantankerous, preferably.” The stranger drawled.
“Coming right up.” I picked up his sombrero, and ducked into the back.
The smoky haze in the saloon was thick enough to gather in the corners, obscuring edges and darkening features. It also tended to form a film on the top of the coffee I was serving.
I placed another glass before the muttering Brian, a very loyal customer lately. He had spent most of the last three days nursing cup after cup of coffee, talking blackly to himself. Oh well, business was business.
The jukebox in the corner was blasting out a grungy rap piece from a quarter that Ash had fed it. The cantankerous thing hadn’t ate it with no return, luckily. I was sick of the complaints.
In fact, I was kind of sick of everything about this place. And that was bad, because I owned it.
I quickly scattered to collect more empty cups, and check on the help in the kitchens. I didn’t trust them around the patrons. It took a lot of tact to keep customers coming back. I also tended to deal with the shadier side of town in here, and you never knew when somebody was going to object to the prices.
The swinging doors of the saloon slid open almost silently, but my ears were fine-tuned enough to pick up on it. I glanced quickly that way, and caught a glimpse of a thin figure entering, heading for the bar.
I quickly hurried back to the counter, stashing the cups on my sombrero serving platter. I slipped it onto the top of the bar, I’d give it to the guys in the back later. The newcomer approached. “What can I get you?”
“Got chicken?”
“Yes sir. Do you like it agreeable, or with a temper?”
“Cantankerous, preferably.” The stranger drawled.
“Coming right up.” I picked up his sombrero, and ducked into the back.
The smoky haze in the saloon was thick enough to gather in the corners, obscuring edges and darkening features. It also tended to form a film on the top of the coffee I was serving.
I placed another glass before the muttering Brian, a very loyal customer lately. He had spent most of the last three days nursing cup after cup of coffee, talking blackly to himself. Oh well, business was business.
The jukebox in the corner was blasting out a grungy rap piece from a quarter that Ash had fed it. The cantankerous thing hadn’t ate it with no return, luckily. I was sick of the complaints.
In fact, I was kind of sick of everything about this place. And that was bad, because I owned it.
I quickly scattered to collect more empty cups, and check on the help in the kitchens. I didn’t trust them around the patrons. It took a lot of tact to keep customers coming back. I also tended to deal with the shadier side of town in here, and you never knew when somebody was going to object to the prices.
The swinging doors of the saloon slid open almost silently, but my ears were fine-tuned enough to pick up on it. I glanced quickly that way, and caught a glimpse of a thin figure entering, heading for the bar.
I quickly hurried back to the counter, stashing the cups on my sombrero serving platter. I slipped it onto the top of the bar, I’d give it to the guys in the back later. The newcomer approached. “What can I get you?”
“Got chicken?”
“Yes sir. Do you like it agreeable, or with a temper?”
“Cantankerous, preferably.” The stranger drawled.
“Coming right up.” I picked up his sombrero, and ducked into the back.
OOC: Green is Con's perspective, Black is LEGO's.
Great part Con!
OOC: Shouldn't blue be mine?
Lol.
OOC: You posted your chapter in black though. I was just trying to make sure people realized we weren't writing from the same character's perspective.
Strangers were no rarity in Redbrick, so I moved on with my day, dishing out food orders to customers and verbal ones to my employees.
The stranger finished his meal, slipping the money under his glass, then wandered off towards the edges of the room. He settled down at the piano. Ash gave him a dark glare from where he sat with his ear almost up against the jukebox, which was still blasting dank music. The stranger struck a chord, which jangled in proper honky-tonk fashion. He reached up the lid of piano, and adjusted something, trying again. This time, it took on a somber, muted tone.
He sat back down, and spreading his fingers out on the keys, he started a rapid-paced harmony with the rap from the jukebox. Ash perked up, as did most of the other patrons, as this particular person played easily along to the radio.
Even Brian glanced up from his third coffee of the night as I set his bill down beside him. He paused momentarily, shook his head, and buried himself back into his coffee. “Nope, don’t know it.”
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t have the energy to explain.” Brian mumbled. “Or the money to pay.”
Now this didn’t come entirely as a surprise to me. He hadn’t paid the other two nights as well. “There’s a stack of dishes in the back with your name on ‘em.” I said. “You’ll work for your coffee.”
“Costly caffeine.” He said dully, staring at the dredges in his cup.
“It’s a tough world.” I said, moving on.
The player moved onto a more complicated rhythm as the song sped up. People were scooting their chairs in closer now, trying to catch every note. They were nearing the crescendo. Ash’s body was tense, watching in awe as the piano player trilled through the keys with flashing fingers. The sound was enchanting, dark and deep. The original song was almost forgotten, with his playing taking the forefront.
He faded out briefly, before coming back full force. His fingers went up and down the keys, playing intricate melodies that twisted in and out with the background rap. And all of a sudden, he smashed his hands down on the keys in four violent chords, before diving off the bench.
The doors to the saloon were thrown open, and Sheriff Benboy stood there. And as everybody in this town knew, that meant trouble.
Now this didn’t come entirely as a surprise to me. He hadn’t paid the other two nights as well. “There’s a stack of dishes in the back with your name on ‘em.” I said. “You’ll work for your coffee.”
“Costly caffeine.” He said dully, staring at the dredges in his cup.
“It’s a tough world.” I said, moving on.
The player moved onto a more complicated rhythm as the song sped up. People were scooting their chairs in closer now, trying to catch every note. They were nearing the crescendo. Ash’s body was tense, watching in awe as the piano player trilled through the keys with flashing fingers. The sound was enchanting, dark and deep. The original song was almost forgotten, with his playing taking the forefront.
He faded out briefly, before coming back full force. His fingers went up and down the keys, playing intricate melodies that twisted in and out with the background rap. And all of a sudden, he smashed his hands down on the keys in four violent chords, before diving off the bench.
The doors to the saloon were thrown open, and Sheriff Benboy stood there. And as everybody in this town knew, that meant trouble.
OOC: You're up, LEGO!
OOC: Why did you have to finish up that scene so quickly I not ready Alrighto! I'll post the next part soon!
Now this didn’t come entirely as a surprise to me. He hadn’t paid the other two nights as well. “There’s a stack of dishes in the back with your name on ‘em.” I said. “You’ll work for your coffee.”
“Costly caffeine.” He said dully, staring at the dredges in his cup.
“It’s a tough world.” I said, moving on.
The player moved onto a more complicated rhythm as the song sped up. People were scooting their chairs in closer now, trying to catch every note. They were nearing the crescendo. Ash’s body was tense, watching in awe as the piano player trilled through the keys with flashing fingers. The sound was enchanting, dark and deep. The original song was almost forgotten, with his playing taking the forefront.
He faded out briefly, before coming back full force. His fingers went up and down the keys, playing intricate melodies that twisted in and out with the background rap. And all of a sudden, he smashed his hands down on the keys in four violent chords, before diving off the bench.
The doors to the saloon were thrown open, and Sheriff Benboy stood there. And as everybody in this town knew, that meant trouble.
OOC: You're up, LEGO!
OOC: Why did you have to finish up that scene so quickly I not ready Alrighto! I'll post the next part soon!
OOC: I was going to college, that was why. That's my excuse for everything now. How soon?
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Aug 21, 2018 8:33:22 GMT
Chapter III
When I had finished climbing up the hill, the posse was long gone. I don’t know how long the skirmish with the posse had lasted, but the sun had begun to sink a bit low in the sky. My horse was gone. I stumbled back to my cabin. The moment I reached the back door, I shoved it open. I screwed my eyes shut for a moment, then went and filled a bucket with water. The moment it was half full, I splashed it over my face. The chilled water shocked me to full consciousness. Those hits I had taken were hard and had affected me badly. Knowing the posse would definitely look for me and search my cabin, I had to get out of here.
I stepped outside the moment I had gathered supplies and stuck my hat on my head. This would be a long trek. I set off in the direction of the nearest town – Redbrick. To avoid getting caught, I stayed off trails. I climbed up a low-lying hill and stared off into the distance. Redbrick was a tiny cluster of buildings in the distance. Making good time, it would take a full day two and a bit days to get there. By now, the sun was near the horizon. I was exhausted and thirsty. I stared off into the distance for a while longer, then decided to camp here for a few hours then set off at night when the sun didn’t bake the moisture out of me.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Aug 24, 2018 23:14:37 GMT
After all my slowness, here's the next part. I'll try to move a bit faster. A hiss and a rattle sounded behind me. I froze. It sounded like a rattlesnake. I turned slowly, and saw it. It hissed and lifted its head. I shuffled backwards, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I backed up a bit more, and the rattlesnake slithered forward a bit. Its tongue darted out as it tasted the air. I leaped forward and it suddenly darted forward to bite. I managed to jump over the bite and grab the snake by its neck, and I forward rolled over the ground. I hurled the snake away somewhere, turned and sprinted away. I skidded to a halt and got down as I saw the posse pass by at the base of the hill. I dropped to the ground and watched them. Luckily, they didn’t notice me. They were heading at a swift pace towards Redbrick. Quite a few of them were missing. When they had passed by, I stood up and looked around. After a while, I found a good spot to rest for a while. The sun was slowly starting to sink beyond the horizon. Although I was tired, I stayed awake, watching for snakes. I had decided I would set out to Redbrick in a few hours.
-last edited on Aug 27, 2018 20:42:56 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Aug 27, 2018 20:42:27 GMT
Chapter IV
You could hear every clank from Benboy’s spurs as he sauntered across the open space to the bar. “Con.” He tipped his hat, his mouth turned up into a smile. Shadows played across his face from the flickering lamps.
“Sheriff.” I acknowledged.
“That’s right, son.” He said, winking at me. “I’m the boss.”
I didn’t rise to the bait. “Can I get you anything?”
“I don’t know, can you?” His grin got even wider. “You’re not incompetent, are you?”
“Do you like it strong?” I asked, grinning straight back at him.
He paused, seeing where my game was going. His smile disappeared. “I’m not thirsty.”
“Funny thing…it looks like you’ve been riding for a while. Normally makes a man almighty thirsty…” I swirled the remnants of a batch around in the bottom of a pot.
“Pack it along, you’re gonna want it.” Benboy sneered. He turned to face the crowd. “I am here for a posse.”
People started edging towards the door.
“Nu-uh, not how it works.” Benboy shook a finger at the gathering. “I’m going to be indiscriminate here, folks. I promise I’m not picking on anybody here, this it totally at random.” He raised up a finger, stuck a hand over his eyes, and did a little turn. He stopped, pointing directly at me. “Oh, look at that, Con’s coming.”
I didn’t argue.
Benboy turned around, dropping his façade. He was cold and hard now. “You. You. You. You. Yes, you, are you deaf?”
Brian was the last one addressed there. “No, just stupid.”
“Nice try, you’re still coming.” Benboy turned back around. “One more…ah, you’ll do.” He pointed at the mysterious piano player.
“I volunteer.” Ash spoke up.
“I’m not looking for volunteers.” Benboy smiled at him. “It’s so much more fun this way.”
Like the new avvie. 
