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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 5, 2015 23:50:03 GMT -5
I swear to YHWH (yah-weh) I've never seen a cactus bake in the sun before, but if it was gonna happen, today would have been that day . You'd think I'd be used to the heat by now, but by the end of just about every day I collapse in a tent - or on the bosom of a well dressed show-girl - from heat exhaustion. Though why today did I decide to earn my first dollar in weeks? On today, the hottest damn day of the hottest damn week, of the hottest damn summer I've ever seen? Well, I guess I thought I was a tougher man than I am, to tell the truth.
After only a few minutes of riding I thought I was gonna choke on the dust clogging up my throat, before the sun would ever get me, so I cinched up a bandanna over my mouth. Though truthfully that choker did serve... Another purpose...
'Woah! now Bax!' One of my fellow partners giddied at me. 'How's about you slow down before you leave us trailin'' I s'pose in the excitement of everything I didn't notice I was smackin' my horses ass twice as much as the folks shadowing me.
"Maybe you need to speed up com-pad-re?" Hehe, that was an old Spanish word I'd heard a couple o' the old Mexican guys say to each other all the time, and if I'm telling the truth... I really have no idea what it means. "Now come on you tunks! Pull your chokers up over your faces... We got a train to catch, I sure as shit ain't gonna miss it!"
Boy-howdy I saw that black and green bell shooting across the desert, and my heart nearly shot straight outta my chest. She was a beautiful steamin' bell, just rolling down the tracks like it was gliding across the desert, but she was no match for horses raised in the harsh wilderness of the American Frontier. My spotted horse 'Renoir' was the first to speed up just behind the caboose. Looking back my two friends were not far behind, I can't say I had full confidence in there abilities, really I barely new the bastards. I met Nathen back in Canyon de Chelly, he's the thin goose with a hat taller than the devils pecker, and as far as I know that's what's in it, or at least I think that's what's giving him such a hot head. The other chaser I only met last night, and he's probably twice as unpredictable as Nate, he only gave me a nickname too, just calls himself 'red,' don't know why people call him that, but I assume it's not just because that's the color of his britches.
I admired my rifle sitting neatly in the holster on my horses saddle bag, it was a pretty old piece o' work, but it would have to stay with Renoir for today, there would be no fit for it inside the crowded box cars of this steamer. I snatched my old trusty pistol out of my holster though, and span the barrel, boy she was a pretty sight, and there would be no more dealing with old cap and ball pistols. I think this really is the golden age of technology for man kind, it's shaping up to looking like there's nothing we won't be able to do.
I had never pulled one of these maneuvers before, but honestly, how hard could it be? All you have to do is hop up on top of the horse... like so, and then just jump to the railing on the train. Here we go my legs got a little wobbly, but I managed to jump to the railing on the other side, and held on for dear life, as I wove my hand in the air signalling for the my accomplices to hop aboard. They did one by one, actually handling the jump better than I, but now was not the time to think about that! I opened the door to the first car, and waved my pistol in front of me.
"Howdy folks, My associates and I were just riding by and thought we'd pay y'all a visit." Clearing my throat I realized my voice may have seemed slightly different since I was talking through a bandanna, and maybe that's a good thing... Red, and Nate moved up in front of me as I began speaking with bags in one hand, nate with a pistol in the other, and red with a shotgun. "Now it wasn't terribly cheap for us to drop on by, so I hope you don't mind if we take some of your pocket change to cover our costs." The two criminals began clearing out the purses of the people in the first car, and I needed to clear my head for just a second, I walked out the door at the back of the car, and hid behind wall, taking off my mask keeping my face sweating more than a businessman in a bawdy house.
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Post by Jackie on Aug 6, 2015 10:14:35 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day outside, hot sure but being from a fairly temperate country, every day seemed hot to her. It certainly made Jacqueline miss the cold winters of home, kind of funny really since before coming to the American Southwest she'd never been particularly fond of cold weather and snow, but she much preferred that to never-ending heat. Fortunately humidity was nearly non-existent, so when you were in the shade like she and her fellow passengers were, it really wasn't too bad. It helped even more that her dress was light colored, Jacqueline always felt sorry for the folks wearing dark colors on days like this, as it made the heat all that much worse. Despite how pretty the scenery was, and how Jacqueline never seemed to get tired of looking at it, she couldn't help but feel a little let down today. It had been one of her rare days off, and the young lady had gotten up early and taken a train to a larger neighboring town to look into a new job, as she'd heard a restaurant in the area was in need of a new cook. It likely didn't pay much more than saloon work, but she highly doubted it was as demeaning. It didn't matter in the end though, they just weren't interested in her or they'd already found someone for the position, leaving Jacqueline empty handed and out a train ticket. Such was life however, and while the disappointment was bitter and something Jacqueline was ultimately very familiar with, she wouldn't let it keep her down for long. The past months she'd been working in Los Polvos had been awful, but at least she was making a little money, how long it would take her to save enough to get to California she didn't know however. Upon glancing around, Jacqueline was pleased to find no one in the train car was paying her any mind anymore. Most of the time, minorities, especially the Chinese and Africans, had to sit in the last car whilst people with fairer skin tones sat in the front ones. While she was a foreigner, Jacqueline had the good fortune of at least looking like any other white American woman, thus she didn't face bigotry quite as much as some other foreigners, of course her accent wasn't exactly something she could drop so she'd have been lying if she'd said she'd never been a victim of it before. Really the reason she sometimes liked to sit in the back sometimes was so she could go out on the back deck, which she'd done a couple of times already. Jacqueline wasn't the only European in the back today however, a few Irish workers could be found at back most section of the car. It was quiet for the most part, conversations would crop up every once in awhile but they often didn't last long, besides her polite 'Hello.' to the Chinese man she was now sitting next to, Jacqueline had been content to sit and ride along in silence, though if he happened to speak to her any she would have been delighted to converse with him a bit if he spoke fluent enough English. Indeed everything was peaceful, but as the train neared it's next destination, that peace would be shattered when three armed men suddenly entered the car from the back door... "Howdy folks, My associates and I were just riding by and thought we'd pay y'all a visit. Now it was terribly cheap for us to drop on by, so I hope you don't mind if we take some of your pocket change to cover our costs." The man, face obscured with a bandanna would say to everyone. Fear immediately gripped the car's occupants, Jacqueline included, as the bandits set about taking everyones money and valuables. The young lady's grip would tighten on her purse as the men systematically made their way towards the front of the car. Jacqueline wasn't carrying much money, a few coins was all she had left from today's little excursion, as she never carried more money on her than she felt she'd need to accomplish whatever she'd set out to do. My ring! Jacqueline suddenly remembered, her eyes going down to the copper band around her finger. It's physical value was low, so low most wouldn't have found it worth the time of finding someone to sell it too, but it held great sentimental value to her and she didn't wish to have it taken away. While still out of sight of the bandits, Jacqueline would slip the ring from her finger and tuck it into her shoe. Eventually her turn would come, and Jacqueline would hesitate as her fear filled eyes met the bandit's holding the bag in front of her. Fortunately she'd snap out of it, and with shaking hands Jacqueline would hurriedly open her purse and dig out what little money she had, promptly handing it over without protest. "S-sorry monsieur." Truthfully, the bandits would be lucky to get even that meager amount o ut of most of the passengers here, it was no secret that the poorest riders were often seated in the back of the train. Even if they checked her purse, the men would find nothing of any real value, just a few items you'd find in any woman's purse.Briefly, Jacqueline's thoughts drifted to the small pistol tucked in her garter, but even if hiking up her ankle length skirt to retrieve the weapon didn't arouse suspicion, the pistol only had two bullets in it, and there were three men total. Even if she had a weapon more suited to deal with this situation, she wouldn't have made to use it, these men were only after money, and Jacqueline would only take a life if her own absolutely depended on it. 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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 6, 2015 14:52:28 GMT -5
Click-clack Click-clack Click-clack Click-clack... the train's incessant rhythm was a strangely soothing experience, the sort of thing that made Shen close his eyes as he leaned up against the rail car's wall. He had long ago learned to take what rest one could, and while he wasn't exactly comfortable on the train it was far better than the back of a horse by a long shot. The heat didn't particularly bother him; China was pretty hot too and far more humid, so this was pretty mild for him. Still, he didn't care all that much for the desert; there was just so little out there to see besides rocks, sand, cacti, and... "Is that a cat on a cactus?" That was a strange sight, seeing a bobcat just sitting on top of one of the big spiny plants... how did it even get up there. Shrugging off his bemusement as the train rolled on by, he closed his eyes in a semblance of sleep... he wasn't snoozing, just resting his eyes. Yeah, that was the excuse locals made.
He was on this train because one of his employers had refused to let him ride along on a horse and instead insisted that he simply sit on the carriage... probably because they thought he'd rob them then ride off into the sunset. Still, the money they claimed to be offering him was lucrative enough for him to go for it. Of course, when they arrived at their destination, they wanted only half the asking price... he was barely able to get them to pay half of the ticket back to his hotel room on top of it. Ugh... And so he was stuck on the train with just his basic affects on him, some money spread into one of his vest pockets, one of his pants packets, and an emergency fund of maybe two dollars in his boots. He wasn't even thinking about his position on the train in the back, it had long been something he was used to and just did without a second thought--besides, those seats were cheaper. It surprised him when a European woman came to join him, but the accent in her 'hello' told him enough to at least have some idea of why she was back here. He gave her a polite "Good day" in response, but otherwise just minding himself--responding to her conversation, as he was indeed quite fluent in English, but if she stopped he wasn't about to continue the conversation. Really, he was just tired from an underpaid day's work.
He had actually been on the verge of passing out when the peace of the car was shattered by three bandits barging into the car. He damn near pulled his colt out of sheer reflex and nerves, but caught himself when he spotted the shotgun in the one man's hand. Nope, no firefights, not worth my life... or the lives of everyone else on the car. He tried to keep calm as the people on the train all went into fear and a bit of panic while the robbers moved about collecting their 'compensation' from the good (and bad) people of the area. While he didn't mind the idea of certain people getting robbed, the fact that they were hitting the REAR car first and stealing from the poor rustled him immensely. Bullets or not they might have been killing some of these people. However, he kept quiet. His rifle was on the rack above him, and they'd see his pistol coming from a mile away... and again, a third of a paycheck wasn't worth dying for. Trying to keep himself calm in spite of the rivers of sweat pouring down his face and the chill down his spine, Shen slowly pulled out the money from his vest, turning out the pocket and the one opposite on the vest to show there was nothing in it. When the man came over to collect from himself and the French maiden, he waited for the women to hand over hers, all the while glaring at the bandit; then once he was done with her purse he handed over his small bit of cash. Probably about four dollars. He didn't say anything, but the look on the Chinaman's face essentially read, "Fuck you."
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 8, 2015 14:34:31 GMT -5
Silas sighed and leaned against the window as the train rolled onward. He tipped his hat against the sun with one hand, giving his mustache a bit of a twirl with the other. He stuck his legs under the seat in front of him, crossing them at the ankles and closed his eyes. Silas had just earned a small reward for taking out a crew of bandits that had been raiding a small town a few miles back. It wasn't a lot and would probably only feed him for a few nights, so he would probably have to do some odd jobs in the next town to make ends meet. He let out a long, low whistle and pulled his duster off, setting it in the seat beside him, next to his carbine. He took off his hat and began fanning himself with it, looking around at all the other passengers. Nobody looked too suspicious to him, but you never know.
Though he wasn't too fond of foreigners, Silas sure has been seeing a lot of them since he lost a steady income. He was getting used to hanging around people of different heritages and was beginning to tolerate it a bit more. He rarely rode trains but when he did, he was quite near surrounded by foreigners; most whites could afford to sit up a few cars.
Silas was slipping into sleep when three men came through the back of the train. "Howdy folks, My associates and I were just riding by and thought we'd pay y'all a visit. Now it wasn't terribly cheap for us to drop on by, so I hope you don't mind if we take some of your pocket change to cover our costs." Great. Silas really wasn't surprised, as he considered himself to be a fairly unlucky person. Silas would instinctually reach for his carbine. As he gripped the gun, he contemplated whether or not he should even try. There are three of them and one of him and they seemed to be fairly well armed. On the other hand, there's a good chance at least one other passenger is armed; if not, he could give someone his pistol. But it's unlikely it would turn out good, as civilians would likely get caught in the crossfire.
Muttering a few curses, Silas pulled his duster over his rifle. As the robber approached him, he handed him a couple dollars, hoping he wouldn't find the rest in his boot.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 10, 2015 14:49:27 GMT -5
Boy-howdy, could it get any hotter out? It may have been a worse idea to leave the boxcar than actually stay in it. I suppose I should probably check and make sure Red, and Nate are still breathing. I crouched down below the frame of the window in the door I exited, and peered into to see my two accessories to robbery, and notice nobody was doing anything... That kind of put a stitch in my plan needless to say. I sat in the narrow room, I had on the back of the cabin, and thought for a moment. This isn't how it was supposed to be! How am I supposed to get noticed now, hmm... I pulled my pistol out of its holster, and admired it for a few seconds, before peaking back up through the window. Nate, and Red were almost to the end of the first car and were about to move up. Damn, at this rate it'll take them forever to get up to the safe near the front of the train [OOC: yes many express trains kept safes] What the fuck am I supposed to do now!
Looking down at my long brown coat I hatched a new plan to get noticed, looking back through the window I hoped that nobody had seen me before, after all I was at the back of the train, at most they could only hear my voice which would have been slightly muffled by my kerchief. I crossed my fingers, and whistled at my horse which was barely within ear shot at this point. It quickly galloped up beside me, the poor thing was nearly depleted of energy. I then pulled off my overcoat, revealing only my vest, and my white dress shirt which I neglected to tuck in per usual, I pulled off my hat as well, and put everything sloppily into the saddlebags on my horse, and promptly preceded to smack it on the tuchus. It ran off, and would likely meet up with the rest of our horses, if it returned home like I taught him to. I tucled my kerchief into my pocket, and then entered the train... Everyone eyes were glued front carefully focusing on the robbers.
Nate opened the door to the second cab first, and red followed just behind him. Just before red was able to escape out of the cab I reached for my pistol, and fired a shot straight into his back, 5 I repeated in my head. Nathen quickly ran into the other cab as he heard the shot, when he turned around and saw me he yelled 'Baxter! What in the hell are you doing?!'
Expecting him to say something like that, I quickly retorted back "Dexter?! Who the hell is Dexter? Was that the sorry son of a bitch I threw off the back of the train?"
'What in the hell are you talking about, your-' I fired my pistol again this time aiming for Nate, stopping him nearly mid sentence, I missed but I'm, supposin' he got the message.
Turning to the other folk on the train I started talking again. "Now who would like to help me get all of your cash back from that ne'er-do-well?" I held my pistol up in the air with my arm forming an 'L' I repeated back in my head 4.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 10, 2015 19:47:41 GMT -5
(Jackie and I already agreed to switch for this round)
Shen hadn't been paying particularly good attention to what was going on around them; more than anything he was trying to memorize what he could about the robbers so that he could see about getting a posse going after their sorry asses. Not necessarily because he thought he'd get involved, but because they were no-good, low-life scum which deserved nothing short of a bullet if they were going to steal from the poorest people on the train. However, he kept his cool for now, his skin prickling as he waited for the bastards to either leave or do something stupid. Beside him he saw the French woman still shivering with fear, as well as the rest of the people... he couldn't deny that he was more than a little scared. But for his own pride he tried to keep some sense of dignity, sitting up straight as he tried to wait them out.
And then something odd happened. Someone came from behind and fired at one of the bandits. Immediately the train erupted in screams as the people dove for the deck, expecting to be shot in some coming gunfight. While Shen's first instinct was to follow suite (hitting the floor, not the screaming), his eyes immediately went to the woman alongside him and he did what seemed the more honorable thing. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her over and shielded her with his body as best he could during the initial chaos of the fire. He didn't even register that he was suddenly rather close to the woman--the sudden adrenaline and panic of he might die for saving her far and away overrode all other thoughts. As his ears stopped ringing he caught a conversation between one of the remaining bandits and the man speaking--oddly he sounded much like the fellow who had just addressed them to start this off. However, there was no reason for the bandits to turn on each other in this situation and his ears were still ringing enough that he didn't trust them. However, still bracing for a gunfight, as he shielded the woman, he looked over his shoulder and grabbed the grip of his pistol, holding it firmly and preparing to draw it if need be.
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Post by Jackie on Aug 11, 2015 22:26:17 GMT -5
Jacqueline breathed a sigh of relief as the men concluded their business with both her and the Chinese man next to her, not really bothering to shake them down very heavily. No one had given the men any problems fortunately, and as they finished robbing the final few passengers at the front of the car, the woman would ease back into her seat and try to relax a bit. This attempt at calming down didn't get very far however, as a shot suddenly rang out from the back of the car. The first thing Jacqueline did, indeed the first thing many people in the car (and likely the next one) did, was scream. Some people dove to the floor immediately, Jacqueline and a few others simply hunched over and covered their heads as two men shouted at each other. Jacqueline herself didn't hear what they were saying, she was far too busy worrying that this was the end for them, that someone was likely going to be killed and she found herself praying it wouldn't be her. Another shot, more screams following it, and next thing she knew someone had grabbed a hold of her. Instinctively she would resist, not realizing at first that the Chinese man she'd been sitting with was trying to pull her down to safety. Of course it wouldn't take him much more effort to get her on the floor, and the next thing Jacqueline knew, he was covering her with his own body. It was surreal really, no one had ever done anything like this for her before, putting themselves in harms way on her behalf. If the man had happened to look her in the face, he'd have found a look of sincere gratitude mixed with her fearfulness.
More yelling between the men, this time Jacqueline actually was able to hear and comprehend some of it, someone was trying to rouse volunteers to get their stolen items back. If she hadn't been gripped by fear, Jacqueline would instead have been gripped by intense anger. Being willing to risk your own life for a few dollars was foolish in itself in her opinion, but to put innocent bystanders in harms way along with it was intensely selfish and full on idiotic. While she would have no part of the ensuing fight, Jacqueline would raise her skirt enough to retrieve her Derringer from her garter, though her hands were shaking so badly it was doubtful she'd be able to hit anything if she was actually forced to use the weapon. As it was, Jacqueline would settle for keeping the tiny pistol on hand and, most importantly, pointed away from her protector. The French maiden would mutter a small prayer in her native tongue as she cowered on the floor of the train car, dreading whatever was to happen next and hoping God would watch over them all.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 12, 2015 17:15:47 GMT -5
After the robber collected his money, Silas put his head in his hand and his elbow on his knee. He let out a sigh and a few muffled curses as he tapped his foot rapidly on the floor of the train. He was suddenly roused from his sulking by the entry of another man. One of the bandits yelled out, "Baxter! What in the hell are you doing?!" as the other one was shot dead by the new arrival who quickly responded, "Dexter?! Who the hell is Dexter? Was that the sorry son of a bitch I threw off the back of the train?" Strangely, the new man's voice sounded pretty much identical to the earlier man who had seemed like the leader of the criminals.
Knowing they didn't have enough money to be fighting over yet, Silas dismissed the thought as mere paranoia. As the man inquired, "Now who would like to help me get all of your cash back from that ne'er-do-well?" Silas pulled his bandanna from his neck to around his face and grabbed his carbine by the grip, swinging it into his other hand. He tipped his hat to the stranger and the bandanna visibly warped as he smiled below it. "Gladly," he said as he picked up his duster, quickly slipping it back on. As he started walking in the direction the last of the criminal scum had gone off in, he reached into his jacket with his left hand and pulled out his revolver. As he reached the front of the car, he would turn around as if to wait for the other man, carbine in one hand, pistol in the other.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 13, 2015 21:03:09 GMT -5
((OOC: uhh, dapper the other robber is in the cabin just in front of us likely blocked by allot of cover, it would be awfully impossible to shoot him in his torso from where your character is sitting. You could change your post to gun him down, but I recommend we run him down together considering he's the only bandit left on the train.)) ((OOC: Thanks -  ) |
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 19, 2015 18:20:35 GMT -5
I was really not expecting the udder silence that could be found in the car. After-all I could visibly see several guns and rifles lining the trays, and hips of the train and its passengers, yet not one civilian felt the motivation to get their money back, how the hell could that even be! If a bunch of no good, yet devilishly handsome thugs came in and stole all my money, I'd be the first to jump up and get it back! Though not long after this thought popped into my head a lone voice cried out.
After clutching his rifle, and sweeping his duster onto his back the stranger lept from his seat and volunteered to hunt down the criminal. "Haha! Excellent!" I blurted, as the stranger turned to face me; However, out of the corner of my eye I noticed Nate stand up in the other car, his legs covered only by the seat he was standing in front of, balancing his shooting hand on his forearm, and aiming directly at the mysterious man now standing. "Lookout!" I shouted, but Nathan fired, shattering the glass window of the car he was in. From my angle it looked like shot - upon busting through the window of the first car - had embedded itself in the wooden, and partially steel frame of the boxcar we were riding in. Had it not been for that our new friend could have kissed his boots goodbye.
Nathen quickly darted backwards heading further down the train, and firing two more shots in our general direction Watch yourself stranger, this man means to do us in! I ducked slightly as the shots rang out near some of the walls of the cabin. People in the cars ahead of us began shrieking as Nathen made his way to the end of his car. He busted out the window at the end of the car, and used it as a leg hold to boost himself on top of the train.
Looking into the eyes of the bold citizen who stood up I spoke "We better get down there before this guy hurts anymore people."
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 21, 2015 11:56:53 GMT -5
Shen wasn't surprised by the woman's resistance, but he persisted in getting her under him so that she wouldn't be hit by any ensuing gunfire. However, when things went briefly 'quiet,' (quiet in regards to gunfire), he eased up and began to rise up, catching the crazy man's jabbering and seeing someone go to join him in retaking the money. Shen would have joined them if it had just been them; in fact he was eager to get his money, but this was a crowded car and he had no intent of getting other people shot just for a few of his dollars. These people were crazy! However, if they were going to do this, he needed to be ready, so pulled his pistol and crouched behind the bench in front of him, peeking over as he waited for whatever happened to the folks ahead to happen. His gaze briefly landed on the woman as she drew a hold-out of her own, and he nodded his approval to that before focusing his attention forward. One way or the other he knew that this was going to get messy.
Soon enough the surviving bandit fired at the "heroes," and while he missed, Shen still winced and looked around for anyone wounded after the gunfire. And for the love of the heavens, this guy needed to stuff a cork in it before he got himself and everyone else killed. You didn't shout your plan from the mountaintops. As the people shrieked and he started giving orders to the other fellow, Shen finally decided that he'd better get stuck in, quietly cursing "Tā mā de..." before standing up and saying aloud, "Count me in." Pulling his Spencer off the luggage rack, he holstered his pistol and went to join them, privately muttering to himself in Chinese about how this was a ridiculous idea. His gaze briefly drifted to the woman he'd been with and then to the various passengers... his thoughts went towards what people would say if they saw a Chinaman with a gun moving through the train and his odds of getting a shot in the back, but then he shrugged it off and decided to just do what he could to help regardless... hopefully this was actually helping. However, as he came up alongside the others, he said to the other two, "I'm here to stop the bastard, not necessarily for my money."
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Post by Jackie on Aug 25, 2015 11:53:54 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay guys, been a bit brain dead for this.)
Jacqueline's heart continued to race as shots continued to ring out in the cramped quarters of the rail car. All she could do as she sat huddled underneath the Chinese man with Derringer in had, was pray that no one was struck by the bullets. It baffled her that these people didn't realize how bad of an idea fighting the robbers was, a crowded rail car was about the worse place you could start a firefight. Sure a few people might get their money back, but someone could easily be killed in this situation, and Jacqueline highly doubted a few dollars would be much consolation to their families. As the Chinese man rose and took hold of his rifle, the French maiden quickly realized he intended to join them. Before the man got into the isle however, Jacqueline would reach out and briefly take hold of his arm, her eyes locking onto his if he looked back at her. Clearly they were filled with fear and worry, not only for herself and the other civilians, but also for him, he had put himself on the line protecting her after all, and that meant a lot to her. "...Please be careful monsieur, money isn't worth dying for." With that, the young woman would release his arm, as she knew any attempts to physically stop him would be futile, and the look in his eye told her he'd made up his mind and likely wouldn't be persuaded to do otherwise.
As the Chinese man joined the other two vigilantes, Jacqueline would briefly gaze around the car to see if anyone had been struck by the gunfire that had erupted just moments ago, she wasn't a doctor by any stretch of the word but she had a little nursing experience. Everyone looked to be alright fortunately, and as soon as the three men had left the car to give chase after their quarry, Jacqueline would get up from the floor and hurriedly go to shut the door to the car behind them, promptly turning and addressing the crowd behind her. "Everyone please stay down." No one would voice any complaint to this request as Jacqueline retook a position on the floor with a few of the others. Things were still tense, so she figured the best way she could help was to try and keep people calm and keep them low to the ground. Her heart went out to the people in the next car up, hopefully they'd be as lucky as Jacqueline and the others were and would escape any serious harm.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 30, 2015 16:33:47 GMT -5
Silas was about to make his way to the front of the car when a shot rang out followed by splintering wood. He exhaled angrily and started stomping off in the direction of the bandit. If that filthy scumbag was going to take a shot at him, Silas was going to be sure to return the favor. As he neared the front of the car, he heard another passenger speak up, "Count me in." As Silas turned around, he saw that the voice came from some Asian man who now said, "I'm here to stop the bastard, not necessarily for my money." Silas scowled slightly under his bandanna. He didn't take too kindly to foreigners, but this one at least had some guts and a sense of pride or revenge or whatever was compelling him to chase down the bandit. He could respect that.
Silas nodded to the Chinaman and turned back to face the direction that the robber had gone in. "I think that scum-sucking son of a bitch deserves to have a few holes put in 'im."
(( Sorry for the short post. I've been sick for a while and am having trouble coming up with much. ))
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Sept 4, 2015 17:20:23 GMT -5
With consecutive retorts from the two civilians aboard the locomotive, I was ready to track down the ruthless Nathan, who had just darted up to the top of the train, it would be difficult to hunt him down up there. Running at incredible speeds this train could become very danger when we get up there.
"Alright looks like we've got a regular posse then." I adjusted my neck tie, and pointed my arm (pistol) to the end of the car. Starting to make way further down to the second car, I noted recalled Nathan crawling up to the roof of the car. After reaching to the cross section between the second and the third car, I gazed up to see if he would be waiting for us. I looked over to the other two members of the posse, and spoke.
"Alright then partners, who's gonna be the first up there? The other two of us will give you a boost." I looked back and forth between the men, hoping that neither of them would point myself out as the one to go up first, as far as I knew he'd be waiting for us to pop our heads just above the crest of the car.
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Post by aardvarklord on Sept 14, 2015 20:21:37 GMT -5
The young woman's caring gesture and her warning to 'be careful' earned a polite and grateful nod from Shen as he joined the rest. As for his fellow 'posse' mates, as the ring leader called them, he was kind of aware that he was going to be getting some death glares for being a foreigner, especially a non-European one, but he didn't particularly care. He could let it get to him and do nothing, or he could be the better man and do what he intended. He had chosen the latter all his life... though that didn't mean he wouldn't check his back once things were over and done with.
Soon enough we got in between the cars, and apparently the leader thought that their quarry was traveling over the roof of the train cars. Well, guess that meant they were going that way. The man asked for volunteers and, seeing as they were killing time, he might as well pipe up. "Unless you'd rather, I'll go," the Chinaman offered. Assuming they were okay with that, he slung his Spencer and went about hauling himself onto the top of the train... a decision which he soon found himself regretting just from the wind flowing through his hair and the shaking of the car itself. Still, he managed to get his gun out and pointed in the appropriate direction as he came into a crouching stance, looking for any sign of the bandit. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) they were going down a bend and the bandit was either too far along to be seen or not on the top of the train. Turning around, he slung his rifle back and leaned his hand down to help the others climb up.
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