((For more details go to the OOC thread in roleplay help and questions))
It's early times in Equestria and in old Appleoosa there has been a rumor that there is gold in a river. You've moved to Appleoosa in hopes to find gold.
The town mayor has given you a small cabin on a plot of land. You soon find out that there are two other cabins on your land and that you'll have to share your land with a few other ponies. The mayor has advised you to get a job so you can earn money to pay rent and taxes. You unpack your things and go for a walk around town.
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Rules:
1. Do not be OP
2. Please refrain from being graphic
3. Please do not use a lot of OOC
4. Some shipping is allowed, but no NSFW
5. I might add some rules depending on what happens
Applications:
Name:
Gender:
Age: (16-70)
Race: (Unicorn, Pegasus, Earth Pony, and maybe Griffons...)
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio: (a short summary of what your OC did before they came to Appleoosa)
Profession: (for when you get a job your profession is the job you get)
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Posted 05 November 2013 - 04:25 PM
Name: Strike Hawkeye
Gender: Male
Age: 50
Race: Bat-pony if it's alright
Appearance:
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Personality: Strike always been the sort of pony who was lazy but got the job done (For most part...) and like every bartender loves to hear rumors and things going on through out town.
Bio: Let's see where should I start?.. As you can see I'm from a foreign land. *Flaps bat wings* And speaking of that I saw the requirements and it was saying only pegasus... Isn't that kinda of racist? I mean just because we appeared for only 7 seconds doesn't make us any less important! Anyways you won't see anybody who mixes better drinks than myself. I used to own my own bar way back then but the place never gave enough juice. So now come to this land get loads of money.
Name: Outrider Gender: Male Age: 34 Race: Pegasus Appearance:
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Body color: black
Hair color: Light brownish
Eye color: Light blue
Personality: Can be a bit quiet at times, but seem like a hard-ass when agitated or disturbed. Overall good-natured but prone to a lack of empathy in many situations.
Bio: Outrider spent the first few years of his life as a son to bandit parents in the open plains of the far southwestern reaches of Equestria. At age nine, he and his parents were overtaken by the authorities just a little south of the Macintosh Hills. His parents fought tooth and tail for nearly three hours before eventually succumbing to their wounds, leaving Outrider alone and surrounded by those who had murdered his parents for reasons he didn't understand. He fled in tears, afraid and unsure of where to turn. He ran for two days before a band of highwayponies took him in and took advantage of his age in their robberies, giving him candy and shiny trinkets from their jobs. No travelers expected a young pony to rob them, and he became very good at sneaking and sizing up his targets -- distracting them and lowering their guard for the others to position themselves and make a quick break.
By the age of twenty, his name had become known quite well across the roads that dotted the sparse southwestern landscape as he followed in his parents' path, robbing ponies and stores alike. Something changed in him though by the time he hit twenty-five. The land was beginning to dry up and there was less travel and an excess of ponies much like himself; those without direction and without a true purpose. As he walked through the deserted streets of what was once a coal-mining town, he came across a tattered old bounty board with faces and prices associated with them. Suddenly he realized that the digits underneath these faces routinely had at least three zeroes and a comma. Something clicked, Easy money. He had found his direction in life.
He used his past with the bandits and outlaws to get directly inside their compounds and camps before gagging and binding them and carrying them off under cover of night to collect their bounties. He managed to do so stealthily and without blowing his cover for four years before one group eventually made the connection after noticing the relevance between his arrival and departure, and the loss of their beloved leader. Now he was hated by the outlaws of San Palomino and the surrounding areas. His swath of bounties ranged from the western sea to the Badlands of Macintosh Hills. He gathered together and created a fellowship of the better bounty hunters and lawbringers of the land, calling themselves the Regulators. Their job was to keep the peace, despite most of their bandit roots, and the protect those that they had once robbed. Their draws were difficult to match and they knew the land well. They eventually made a name and place for themselves in southern Equestria, becoming feared by both outlaws and citizens alike for their ferocity in combat and effectiveness in bringing justice to those who would avoid it. They would never draw on any who did not draw on them, but the mysticism and legend that surrounded them was enough to move ponies into their homes, for they knew that when a Regulator came to town, something big was happening.
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Regulator
Finally found a use for this oc outside of my own western writings. Wonderful. Lemme know if I need to change anything or explain it a bit more. I understand that it might be difficult to understand the Regulator thing, but I suppose you could think of it as the way the Spectres keep the peace from Mass Effect and are somewhat feared but respected, or the Rangers in the southwestern United States, if you're familiar with the old West.
I'll point out that he carries a rifle and a revolver, but he's not irresponsible. I'm not going to be the one to turn this into a shoot-em-up and I'm not shooting other player characters unless I'm told that it's ok by the player themselves. Otherwise, they're just part of his persona.
Appearance: Light greenish color with gold-orange colored hair. CM is crossed Hammer and Calipers. Average sized body with a little less musculature. He is very sharp and accurate with his magic due to working with small objects. Has a small pistol on him but he does better with words.
Personality: Likes to know what is happening and keeps up with Jewelry fashions. a bit of a ponce but is a very observing pony who generally does care how others are doing. Prefers accurate work to brute force and is most likely to use an environment in a fight rather than a gun. ie. Uses a plate to smack a gun away from somebody, but never uses anything bigger or heavier than say a table.
Bio: Tinker grew up in a family of salesponies. Selling became second nature to him but his father was a bit of an aggressive salespony and used different means to save a few bits. This eventually led to tinker leaving the family business and starting a small jewelry shop a few towns over. That worked well for a time and he even learned a little on blacksmithing, but never would be able to make anything amazing. His business slowed to a crawl due to canterlot having a small boom in jewelry, and his small shop dried up. Tinker sold the shop, packed his supplies, and is looking for the next big adventure. He had heard scattered rumors of gold being found, and where there is gold there is jewelry. Naturally he followed these rumors to Old Appleoosa, hoping to be the center of a new jewelry craze.
Appearance: Light greenish color with gold-orange colored hair. CM is crossed Hammer and Calipers. Average sized body with a little less musculature. He is very sharp and accurate with his magic due to working with small objects. Has a small pistol on him but he does better with words.
Personality: Likes to know what is happening and keeps up with Jewelry fashions. a bit of a ponce but is a very observing pony who generally does care how others are doing. Prefers accurate work to brute force and is most likely to use an environment in a fight rather than a gun. ie. Uses a plate to smack a gun away from somebody, but never uses anything bigger or heavier than say a table.
Bio: Tinker grew up in a family of salesponies. Selling became second nature to him but his father was a bit of an aggressive salespony and used different means to save a few bits. This eventually led to tinker leaving the family business and starting a small jewelry shop a few towns over. That worked well for a time and he even learned a little on blacksmithing, but never would be able to make anything amazing. His business slowed to a crawl due to canterlot having a small boom in jewelry, and his small shop dried up. Tinker sold the shop, packed his supplies, and is looking for the next big adventure. He had heard scattered rumors of gold being found, and where there is gold there is jewelry. Naturally he followed these rumors to Old Appleoosa, hoping to be the center of a new jewelry craze.
About to make a minecraft skin for him too.
-Zixevak
You scared me for a second when you said that you came up with this OC from scratch... And I'm assuming your profession is a sales pony/ jeweler?
Of course, and I guess my first statement was a bit ambiguous. Now that I think on it, I can see why your heart skipped several beats. I can assure you though that there is a good bit of thought in this OC he's just a brand new one for me that I hope to evolve.
You must've been reading my mind when you named your character. I've been working on developing a new oc sheet for a fanfic with a main character named Tinker. What's the odds?
And how many people are we looking for before we start?
Well I started with the idea of a scientist type, then realized this was a westernish RP. My random job generator called, my mind, said Jeweler. Never did a jeweler before so I looked up several tools of that trade and realized the names weren't all that unique. so i went with a metalworking term that worked with jewelry making and blacksmithing. Tinker was a good last name I thought. The backstory clicked together in my head and here we are.
Appearance: A pale green pony with a deep blue mane
Personality:Extremely clumsy and very socially awkward
Bio: Had very supportive and loving parents, but never really fit in with any pony his own age. He spent most of his foalhood buried in books; he eventually became a successful writer, but still feels like something is missing in his life
Profession: He is a writer, but supplements his income by teaching
(This was my first, but least used OC)
Edited by Night Breeze, 13 November 2013 - 05:00 AM.
Name: Sterling Hooves
Gender: Stallion
Species: Earth Pony
Age: 22
Appearance: A pale green pony with a deep blue mane
Personality:Extremely clumsy and very socially awkward
Bio: Had very supportive and loving parents, but never really fit in with any pony his own age. He spent most of his foalhood buried in books; he eventually became a successful writer, but still feels like something is missing in his life
Profession: He is a writer, but supplements his income by teaching
(This was my first, but least used OC)
Accepted . And it'll start tomorrow.... Don't know how many people will have joined by then, but that's when we'll start.
[jk]shouldn't there at least be a 'pony of the evening'[/jk]
You can be a pony of the night if you want. No insinuation there at all.
I just about slapped myself to keep me from playing multiple characters.
-Zixevak
I'd be willing to do it too, though I'm sure we'll get some females sooner or later. Otherwise, this is gonna end up being one bloody fight over another pony's gold. You know how it goes when you get a bunch of guys together. Things get broken and hooves are thrown. Someone get some mares in here to keep those estrogen levels stable before things get crazy.
Well she may want to pack several small knives. Tudex I'd be tempted to hit you over the head with a bottle and let her (whoever the mare might be) Royally kick you from there to canterlot with a sharp spiky boot.
Race: (Unicorn, Pegasus, Earth Pony, and maybe Griffons...) Earth Pony
Appearance:
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Personality: Kind, funny, and generally happy. Can be harshly affected by ponies being mean to her.
Bio: (a short summary of what your OC did before they came to Appleoosa) Autumn lived in a small community before coming to Appleoosa. She earnt her CutieMark by doing a role in the theatre, singing on stage and saying hello to everypony in the village in one day. Her CutieMark is a wreath shaped in a heart, with two theatre masks inside it and a microphone between them. She loves the arts and entertainment. But she gradually got tired of her small community and decided to move where everypony was moving; Appleoosa.
Profession: (for when you get a job your profession is the job you get) Waitress.
Well there you are, all balanced nicely. Well, balanced in the sense there is a less chance of someone being kicked in the face. I have been watching too much Zero Punctuation, everything sounds british now. Are we waiting for a few more then?
Race: (Unicorn, Pegasus, Earth Pony, and maybe Griffons...) Earth Pony
Appearance:
Spoiler
Personality: Kind, funny, and generally happy. Can be harshly affected by ponies being mean to her.
Bio: (a short summary of what your OC did before they came to Appleoosa) Autumn lived in a small community before coming to Appleoosa. She earnt her CutieMark by doing a role in the theatre, singing on stage and saying hello to everypony in the village in one day. Her CutieMark is a wreath shaped in a heart, with two theatre masks inside it and a microphone between them. She loves the arts and entertainment. But she gradually got tired of her small community and decided to move where everypony was moving; Appleoosa.
Profession: (for when you get a job your profession is the job you get) Theatre work.
Mmmm I don't think they had musical theatre back then.... I don't know
And Zix, well start soon... I'm trying to do my application, but I can't get on my computer to get a picture of her.
They did have musical theater, but it was mostly on the east coast in philly and New York. There were a couple of small traveling troupes, but singular actors is entirely possible. Gotta love wikipidia.
They did have musical theater, but it was mostly on the east coast in philly and New York. There were a couple of small traveling troupes, but singular actors is entirely possible. Gotta love wikipidia.
Personality: She can be a hard ass at times, but for the most part she is fun and caring. One thing you must know is that she is not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Bio: Ella was born in Appleoosa, but after her mom died her brother and father left her with her uncle in Canterlot. After she was old enough she moved back to Appleoosa by herself. Now she lives in a cabin on a small plot of land she shares with other ponies.
Profession: Ella makes a living by sewing ripped and old dresses back together. Also, some nights she performs at the bar when she needs some money.
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((Sorry for the double post, but I'm gonna start this RP. So it'll start with eveyone settling in their houses.))
"I hope y'all like it here in sunny Appleoosa!" The mayor chuckled and trotted back into his carriage. A small group of ponies stood where he had left. There was a small pause of silence before one of them spoke. "It's... Nice meeting every pony, but I'm gonna go unpack now." The pink earth pony lugged her suitcase towards a cabin.
((Ok let the fun begin now.))
((No...I think I said before in one thread that there are about three different cabins. Two or three ponies in a cabin. And don't worry there are two rooms.))
The greenish pony with the styled auburn mane looked around in confusion. trying to take in the rather speedy introduction to this small town by its mayor who seemed like he'd rather be doing something else.
"No sense in wasting time, Might as well meet the neighbors." The green pony lifted a satchel with his magic and placed it on his back. Pulling a small note from a chest pocket in his vest, he scans the others that were dropped off here. His scan rotates and takes in the cabins and the town of his rushed introduction. The green pony looks down and reads the cabin number.
((I left it open-ended so whoever can join me as a roommate))
Sterling glanced around unsure of what to do. Well, this seems as good a place as any to get a fresh start; I wonder where my cabin is? Then reading the paper he had received, he found the cabin number that had been assigned to him. He then, walked a little bit down the road and before long, he found it. I wonder if I'll have a roommate After dropping off his satchel, he went to find the general store, so he could get to know some pony.
Ella finished unpacking her belongings and was getting tired. Maybe I should get some supplies for sewing at the general store. She collected some leftover bits and went back outside where she ambled toward the general store.
((Ok I believe I said that there are three cabins, but I'm upgrading it to four. Check my first post for who's in what cabin so far.))
Autumn blinked. She turned her attention to the cabin which was hers. She walked towards it and opened it with her hoof before going through it and closing it again. 'Who's my roommate i wonder...' She thought as she looked around.
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Posted 09 November 2013 - 12:19 PM
((How much money do we start with?))
Upon looking at the note he received Strike slowly walked up to his supposedly new home. While walking he saw several ponies doing the same, he didn't particularly cared to talk to any of them at least not for now. Upon reaching his cabin Strike pushed the door. and walked in. It was a small wooden cabin with a small fireplace at the end of the main room. "I guess that'll be the kitchen...." The room had little to no furniture only a table with four chairs and a oil lamp hanging above. Moving up to his new bedroom the situation was the same, little furniture just a single bed a nightstand, the oil light above it and on the foot of the bed a chest. Strike dropped his saddlebag on the bed and started to unpack.
Personality: He doesn't really speak much and is only nice to his friends .
Bio: Dice Roller was born in Las Pegasus with his mother and father, they both worked in the Luck 38 and only earned a small amount of bits. When Dice became 8 his mom had been bitten by a rattlesnake and died a few hours later in the hospital. His dad lost his job and so they were forced out of Las Pegasus because they couldn't pay rent and tax, they went east to Appleoosa but they got attacked by bandits and his dad had been killed so Dice Roller fled to a near by ranch. The ponies who lived there raised him for 12 years and they taught him how to play poker and that is how he got his cutie mark. One night bandits attacked and set the house on fire, Dice Roller fought back and managed to kill them with only minor wounds and scars, 3 weeks later his step-mom told him that he can't stay here forever so she said to go east to Appleoosa because there is gold there and you will be safe from bandits. Dice left saying goodbye and after 2 days of walking Dice finally reached Appleoosa, he went to see that mayor for a cabin that he can live in.
Profession: Professional Gambler
Edited by jaydencooper, 09 November 2013 - 01:40 PM.
((Jayden Your accepted, but in the future please don't post in the middle of the RP. Also I'm thinking we start out with 50 bits, how's that sound?))
Ella made it to the general store where an old, wrinkly pony stood. The mare at the counter looked like she could be her grandmother. It was gross to think about so she turned an started looking for some thread.
When she finally found some, Ella grimaced and went back to the creepy mare. "Why hello there sunny! Y'all new here," she said in an ear piercing, scratchy voice, "And what I can i do for ya?"
Ella put the thread on the counter."I'd like to purcahse this please."
"That'll be 6 bits." The mare said before she started coughing hysterically.
Ella backed up a little before giving the lady her bits, and when she did the old lady faintly smiled. "Come again..." She uttered.
Not wanting to do anything else, Ella, went back to her cabin. She saw the small farm on the land and the apple trees. Apple trees that'll be a great thing to sell... Very valuable here. The mare walked up to her cabin and opened the door. When she was inside she saw another pony there. "Uhm... Hello. It looks like you and I are going to share a cabin... I'm Ella Rose by the way."
((That's you Autumn.))
Ella was happy to see that her roommate was really peppy because she never liked bland ponies. "Pleased to meet you... Can I help you unpack or?" We're gonna be great friends. She thought to herself smiling cheerfully.
((On page one I got a list of who's in what cabin, however one cabin has only one pony. We need more people! ))
Ella took the bag from Autumn and followed her into one of the bedrooms. "So I'll be staying on that room," she pointed out across the hallway. "And you'll be staying in the room. I think I'm gonna like it here in Appleoosa
Her smile softened even though she was still happy. Ella began carefully helping Autumn unpack.
"What a quaint little cabin, Not much furniture but it is roomy." Tinker set his satchel on the bed that was to be his and started unpacking. Several items floated out and placed themselves across the room with a bright green glow. The last item was an odd shaped box.
"My tool set, good it survived the trip. Other than what was already broken." Tinker set it down and pushed it gently under the bed. Just has Tinker was thinking about going to the general store, His stomach answered for him. I'll stop by the saloon as well then. Tinker stepped out of his room on his way to the center of town.
"Thank you, Ella," She thanked Ella as they finished unpacking. "Do you know if there is a theatre here? If there isnt I guess I have a goal!" She smiled.
Edited by Purple Shadows, 09 November 2013 - 04:45 PM.
((I'll post in greater detail later, I'm busy for the next few hours.))
The heat floated across the top of the hard-packed dirt. Far off in the distance the heat played tricks with his mind, shimmering faintly as it wafted off into the sunset. He had grown quite accustomed to the mirror-like effect of these heat mirages. Many times had he hung his head as he wandered the desert only to see his destination reflected from the top of the dry ground ahead. This short journey would be no different. His path lie ahead of him, though for once in his life he did not know the way. This town was new to him, new to the dirt. It had not existed in his travels here before, but now it reared its head and clawed out a place in the desert, ready to receive the unknown that resided there.
He was not entirely unknown, but he knew not to make a scene on his first visit to this new place. The wood was fresh, still soaked with treatment to withstand the blistering wind of that desolate stretch of land. It would never last, he had seen it time and time again. New towns built only to last as long as the money flowed. Only as long as one pony still drew breath there. Until the last gunshot rang out to mark the end of those who came before.
But he knew he would not fire the last gunshot anymore. He had put down that gun and picked up a different one. He had convinced himself that that life was behind him, and he believed it. He had not considered returning to that life since he felt the change inside him.
The mayor spoke, but nothing moved inside him. Words he had heard before, words from others. It made no difference, they would do the job.
First things first, he needed a place to rest his head. His bedroll wouldn't suffice in a place of civilization such as this. In his hoof, he held the letter a little ways away and scanned it for his new temporary placement in accommodations. Building number four. Better go drop my things off...
Edited by RunningWolf251, 10 November 2013 - 02:14 AM.
"I uh.... well I don't know if there is a theatre here. I haven't been in Appleoosa since I was young and so much has changed." Ella finished helping Autumn unpack. "Do you want anything to eat?" She wasked as she looked around the living room. There was some space for furniture and the kitchen was small, but still the cabin felt very cozy.
Dice walks into the town unaware of what is going to happen " why howdy there, i guess your gonna need somewhere to live " The pony steps forwarded " umm yer I do " The pony walks of and Dice follows him, he is led to the mayors office " the mayor is right inside " thanks, I guess? " Dice knocks on the mayors door " come in " Dice opens the door and the mayor is sitting in his chair " what do you want? " Dice steps forward " I need somewhere to live " Dice replies " I can set you up with a small cabin, it's the second last one on the south side of town, you will need to pay tax and rent " Dice steps backwards slowly " sure, I will see you later? " The mayor waves and Dice leaves the office worriedly " what if i don't have enough bits to pay the rent and tax? " Dice walks to his cabin observing all the other ponies. He gets to the cabin and opens the door, he drops his things on the bed and starts unpacking.
Edited by jaydencooper, 10 November 2013 - 04:21 AM.
Tinker steps out into the hard sands, his stomach overriding any thoughts of courtesy. The sands seem unusually packed down and is hooves clicked evenly. tinker sighs in relief has he steps into the saloon. He immediately steps to the bar to order some food.
Sterling found the general store, but it was closed for the day. Since everything else seemed to be closed as well, he decided to head back to his cabin and meet his new neighbors. Once he arrive back at his cabin, he went in to wash up a bit then he went back out to explore. He went over to cabin 1, walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
Ella noticed a knocking at the door. "I'll get that." She said to Autum. Now who could this be?
She opened the door and saw a stallion standing outside.
"Uh... Hello." Ella stood there and examined the other pony.
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Posted 10 November 2013 - 03:08 PM
"Everything done" Strike finished unpacking and grabbed the bartender clothes. He proceeded to walked outside. He made his way through town, there wasn't many ponies walking around through the streets probably working or in the saloon. He passed through the general store which appeared to be closed, and made his way to the saloon. There some ponies there not a lot maybe the town just doesn't have that big of a population. Strike walked into a door behind the saloon and passed through a corridor leading to a office. There sat a a fat looking unicorn with a blue three piece suit smoking a cigar.
"What you want the bar is on the front" He said said rather angrily.
"I hear you need a new bartender"
"Is that right?" He smiled "Aren't you a little old for this?" The fat pony said while getting up from behind the desk.
"I guarantee you I'm the best" Strike shot him a glance.
"Well then the job is yours just sign the contract here" He pushed the paper toward Strike on the table. "I'll get 80% of whatever you sell out there got it?"
80%.... What a fat fuck... I guess I'll have to start somewhere.. "Alright I'll do it" Strike signed the contract.
"So you're gonna start today now away with you"
Strike left the office and into the bar. There he saw a light green unicorn standing at the bar. Strike walked up to him and asked "What can I do you for?"
Tinker lost in thought hadn't noticed the pony behind him.
"Er, oh! Sorry, I'll have the special if you have one and some beer please." He shook is head to clear it and noticed that this wasn't the big blue abrasive pony.
"Hey, weren't you dropped off by the cabins? You certainly know how to get a job fast. How in the celestia did you manage to talk to him?" Tinker gestured towards the blue slab of flesh.
"Hello, I'm Sterling. I just wanted to meet my neighbors. "So, how are you?" He was a bit nervous, as the mare that had answered was quite attractive...
Ah how sweet... Autumn won't mind if I-Ella shook her head and proceeded to speak. "I'm great... You know just trying to get unpacked and settle in. Uh... Oh how rude of me. Please come inside." She smiled and motioned for Sterling to come in.
Dice woke and rolled out of bed, he goes to the front door and opens it " I need a drink so bad " he though to himself. He walks to the saloon and pushes the doors open, he sees lots of other ponies and a empty seat at the end of the bar. He sits in the seat and orders a apple cider
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Posted 10 November 2013 - 11:17 PM
Strike looked at the pony raising an eyebrow "Yeah..." Strike looked at his new boss. "Hmm... I guess I'm just that good.." Strike picked up a "clean" cup ((Make that what you will)) "Anyways before consuming anything I need any firearm you might have" Strike while turning to the wall of drinks behind him saw the other newcomer "I'll be there in just a minute" Strike then asks the green pony "So what will it be?"
Ella closed the door behind him. "Well I was born here, but my family moved away when I was only six. And I came back because of the gold rush and because this place is my home." She sat down and stared at the wall for a few seconds before continuing. "Can I offer you anything to drink?"
`"Yes, thank you- whatever you have. I'm originally from canterlot, but my family moved pretty often during my foalhood. Before I came out here, I lived there for a couple of years-- that's where I met..." Sterling started to tear up at the memory of Golden Quill. "I'm sorry, I don't think I should talk about it; I came out here to put all that behind me"
"That's ok." She poured some water into a tin cup and handed it to Sterling. Ella smiled and hugged the stallion. "We've all been through tough times and its always great to have someone to come to." Sitting back down she looked around the room. "If you uh don't mind me asking what do you do for a living- or if you don't have a job what do you want to do?"
Sterling smiled and took the cup and had a sip, "Well, I don't have a steady job, I'm a substitute teacher usually. I've done various jobs to get by though, wether it be janitorial or being a salsepony. How about you, what do you do for a living?"
Ella's face started to redden. "Uh well I... I fix clothing as a side job and some nights I... Uhm... Some nights I work at the bar..." She but her lower lip and tried not to make eye contact. Ugh he's so nice, but I'm terrible.
Sterling tried to hold back a grin, "There's nothing wrong with working in a bar, as long as you enjoy it. Some of its customers might get the wrong idea and try... but a nice mare like you should have nothing to be ashamed of" Sterling decided to change the subject "So, your a bit of a seamstress? I'll bet some interesting ponies come to you to get work done..."
((Apologies again, been too busy and tired this weekend to do much))
Outrider slid his pack off onto his bed, sighing deeply in relief as the pack's weight left his back. He didn't carry much, but after walking the desert for so long, everything became a burden. He had no clothes apart from his duster and hat, which he wore most of the time anyways in part with his lever carbine and revolver. His rifle attached on his right side, his revolver on his left. He did his best to conceal them, but the rifle would not fit underneath his duster.
If I'm going to go out, it's probably best to leave it here. I'd rather not cause any more trouble than I need to. Reluctantly, he slid his rifle under his bed and tightened his holster. The familiar tightness of the girth and the knowledge that he always had his second option in an argument relaxed his stressed mind. Of course, the second-best thing for relaxing him was a tall, cold drink. Surely a working town like this had a few tumblers for its residents. Definitely worth a look.
The sun stared angrily into his eyes as he stepped out the door. He pulled the brim of his hat down to shade his eyes and, satisfied with the effect on his vision, he glanced around to find the tell-tale sign. A ways down the road stood a rather central building, labeled in bold, bulleted letters: "Saloon."Must be the right place, he thought as he turned and walked off towards it. The dirt crunched harshly beneath his hooves, but the sound was replaced by hard wood upon reaching the building's front entrance. He could hear talking and laughter from inside, nothing out of the ordinary. No raised voices, no breaking glass. A sigh of relief. He felt no issue, maybe he would get to drink in peace for once. Ha, not likely.
He slowly pushed the half-doors open with his shoulder and stepped inside, glancing around at the crowd. A few turned and hushed, but most of them didn't even notice. Better that way, try to keep a low profile. No trouble unless it's unavoidable. He moved a hoof back and slid his duster over his holster. A bar was a great place for a fight to start over nothing more than two ponies wearing guns and he had been in far too many fights to want to pick another. Never-the-less, he made his way over to the bar and propped his legs up on the top, leaning lazily against it. He didn't look around or make eye contact with anypony around him, but tilted his head down as he tapped a hoof twice to get the bartender's attention.
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Posted 11 November 2013 - 07:42 AM
Strike stared at the hoof for a minute "Riiight..." He simply turned around grabbed a bottle and a cup from the sink and put the punt in front of him, he then grabbed some piece o jerky from a glass jar under the counter and left it in a semi clean plate in ront of thinker.
Strike walked up to end of the bar where he saw a pony sitting alone " You want that apple cider right?" Strike poured a pint and left him to his drink.
Followed that he walked up to the newcomer already grabbing cup. " What will it be?"
Autumn walked out of the house. She walked to the bar, which was almost opposite their house. She opened the door an use t through. She went up to the bartender and sat on a seat.
Tinker dropped his hoof to the counter looking rather putout. He grabbed the jerky of dried fruit and bit into it. It was pretty well made and took several sips while turning and looking at the assembled crowd. There were other newcomers but decided against trying to approach them.
((I just remembered that jerky is meat, I guess I'm craving it eh?
Dice drank the cider that was left on the counter and got up and went to the table in the corner. A pony walks towards him " hey, your in my seat ! " Dice stands up and grits his teeth " I don't see your name on it ! " the pony pushes Dice " get out or your dead meat " Dice punches the pony and he falls on the ground " what now? "
Edited by jaydencooper, 11 November 2013 - 08:42 AM.
"Whiskey," he said, glancing sideways as movement caught his eye, "No water." The pony next to him had either been looking at him and turned away when he looked, or he had simply caught him looking around. It made no matter, he turned his head back to the bar as he waited for his drink. His eyes turned up and took stock of the selection. Bottles and jugs lined the back wall, each named and labeled according to what was in it. It ranged from absinthe to wine, beer, whiskey, rum, moonshine, mead, and many others he had never heard of but assume to be special concoctions. Might just become my new favorite place, he thought as he stretched his back and rubbed the back of his head with a hoof, watching the bartender pour out his drink.
Edited by RunningWolf251, 11 November 2013 - 02:40 PM.
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''There... Enjoy' Strike poured the shot of whiskey. Glancing over the side he saw a mare taking a seat at the bar, he grabbed a towel and walked over her.''And what you been hav.... Wait up'' He noticed the commotion on the back ''What the hell do you think you're doing? Take it outside both of you! I want you two out of my bar! NOW!''
Noticing that he changed the subject, Ella decided to go along. "Well.. Nothing insane. It's just mainly stallions who don't know how to fix their overalls or need help with a loose button. Not a great job, but it puts some food on the table." She smirked a bit, then waited for sterling to speak before she said anything else.
Sterling wasn't sure what to say now, "well... that's all you can ask from a job I guess. I should probably find the school in this town, make it known that I'm available" (I assume there's 1 room schoolhouse, kinda like 'under the Tonto ridge' by Zane Gray)
((Yep))
"Oh ok. It was nice of you to stop by and I hope that I can talk to you again." She stood up and opened the door for him. He was definately a friend of here now.
Tinker facehoofed and cracked a grin, same old same old. Many saloons that he had visited usually went down like this. At one point he actually made bets with himself on how long it would happen. Tinker stayed at the bar but turned his chair around to continue watching the crowd, while finishing off his beer. He sighed, this place was going to be home for a while.
((Hey, too late to join or is it alright? Making a new OC, because being consistent is hard.))
Name: Doodlebug Gender: Female Age: 26 Race: Earth pony Appearance: Doodlebug's most distinct feature is her mane, which has a long straight fringe that almost entirely covers her eyes, and is softly curled at the back, as is her tail. Her body is coloured lilac and her mane is light brown. Her cutie mark is a twisted dowsing rod over an eye. She often has her bright green eyes on the ground, never making eye contact with anypony. However, she isn't shy: she just isn't all that social. I'll elaborate. Personality: Mostly staying at the sidelines, watching, Doodlebug is not incredibly social but can make conversation if she must. Her strengths are in observation as her talent is her keen eye and almost supernatural dowsing abilities. Despite her prodigious skill, she is prone to migraines and will often skulk off without a word once she begins to get a headache, knowing it will only get worse for the rest of the day. Bio: Born in Dodge Junction, Doodlebug grew up with a drunkard of a father with whom she rarely spoke and a mother who worked constantly. It's incorrect to say that her childhood was depressing, but for several reasons she lacked what other ponies had, such as a social life. Her lack of friends stuck with her through to adulthood, yet it is not an issue to her. She prefers her own company and that's just fine, although she'll happily welcome company as long as they're kind and not drunk out of their skulls. Profession: As much as she hates it, a cocktail waitress. (I'm guessing cocktails are canon in Appleloosa? Probably wrong...)
((Squint you're accepted... The only thing is because cabins are weird are you ok with sharing with a stallion... If not you can be in cabin 1 with the other mares.))
The train pulled into the station, braking quickly and halting with a squeal. Dust flew up from under the train as the engine wheezed.
"Appleloosa, we have reached Appleloosa... We'll be stopping here for a half-hour to refuel, all passengers are free to exit their carriage on the left side of the train..." The voice of a tired driver crackled through the intercom.
Doodlebug was sat slumped in her seat, propped up against the window in an uncomfortable position. She opened one eye, peering out of the window on to the dusty, cracked ground and the buildings surrounding it. There it was... Her hopes for getting out of tired old Dodge Junction and finally having the money to make her own way in the world without being entirely skint. It was a long shot, but all the same finding gold was her best bet... She was a good finder.
Sitting up, the lilac mare stretched out her forelegs and decided never to doze off in such a position ever again. She would have invested in travelling on a sleeper train, but as usual there were issues with money and she had had to go with the cheap option. Now she thought of it, after paying for this journey she would be entirely out of bits... Luckily, she had been able to apply for an easy job as a cocktail waitress in the local saloon. Despite knowing she would hate the job, it was the bits that mattered. Sometimes you just have to stop whining and get on with it.
She swung her almost-empty saddlebags over her shoulder and promptly left the train. It was a good feeling to get her hooves on new soil; she pawed at the ground, smelling the air. Instantly her senses were tingling and she was trying to locate gold. Her ears twitched in the wind as if she could hear it shimmering. Alas, she shook her head. Now was not the time. She needed to go down to the bar first: show her face, see what the job entails, get a glass of water. Then she had to go and settle down her things in the cabin and start her shift at the bar.
"I'll see you soon", Sterling said as he left. He quickly found the towns schoolhouse, a ways off the main road. Only the janitor was inside, "Hello, what can I do fer ya?" he asked. "I just move here from Canterlot, where I did a bit of teaching. I was just wondering if you were in need of a teacher" Sterling answered. "Well, our teacher is thinking of movin on in a few weeks; I'll let her know your in town. Where ya stayin? he asked. "I'm in cabin #3 over by the river, names Sterling Hooves." Sterling was glad that it appeared that he would get a job relatively easy. "Well, I'll be seeing you, I should get home"
Edited by Night Breeze, 12 November 2013 - 01:49 AM.
Ella went into the small washroom and started messing around with her mane to make it look 'sexier.'
When she was done she grabbed a saddle bag full of various items. Some stallions whistled at her while other smiled and nodded. Great you're not even at the crappy bar yet and stallions are acting like idiots... After a while Ella finally made it to the bar where she slipped through other ponies to get to the owners office. She knocked on the door and awaited a response.
Tinker noticed several of the ponies that were dropped off come into the saloon. Nothing new of it except for the rather attractive mare that had just walked in. Definitely a nice change from the gruff looking Colts. She looked like she had business with the owner so Tinker decided not to bother her. but still adjusted his vest to make sure he looked presentable.
Outrider downed his whiskey and let out a breath as the liquid burned a path straight through him. He rolled his tongue over in his mouth idly, biting the tip as he looked over at the pony fiddling with his jacket beside him. He doesn't look like he blends in around here either, must be new as well. Surely he's got some sort of know about this place. It wouldn't hurt to ask a few questions, unless it was made to hurt, but he wasn't aiming for hurt. He knew how awkward it was to speak to another stallion at a bar, but he was willing to take his chances.
He turned his head slowly and pushed the brim of his hat up enough to see out from under it. "Afternoon, friend. Any hear-say on the word 'round town? All'a the others seem a bit dry." He slid his glass forward and tapped again, hoping for a refill to give his idle hooves something to hold on to as he spoke.
Tinker turned towards the rather somber looking stallion next to him. fiddling forgotten, and the mare pushed to the back of his mind.
"Can't say that I do. Only rumors and legends but I won't bore you with those. My name's Tinker, and yours?" Tinker held out a hoof. he wishes he could have been more help to the only pony so far to speak with him, but didn't know this area too well.
He nodded slowly, having half expected him to be just as new as he was to this place. Just as new as this place was to this land. Rumors and legends, though, they were useful to him, but it wasn't what he was looking for at the moment. The other pony held out a hoof and he looked down at it for a moment. Tinker. Not a familiar, or common, name. Outrider looked back up at the pony before turning his body enough to continue leaning on the bar while putting a hoof up to meet the Tinker's.
"Outrider, Regulator," he said, tilting his head up a bit to get a better look at this pony. "What's your business here, if ya' don't mind my askin'?"
Tinker watched the solemn pony shift, thinking he was going to be rebuffed again. But his hoof was met.
"My business? Simply put: Gold. I am a jeweler so being where the new source of gold is allows me to have first choice. I won't bore you with the details, but involves choice materials and such." He paused for a second quickly scanning the room again. There was something odd in the air but he could not put his hoof on it. Forgetting about it he moved on.
"And you Outrider what is your business in this little spit of civilization?"
((Are we referring to the pub as a saloon or bar, or is it interchangeable?))
Trotting slowly, Doodlebug made her way towards the bar. All the while, her eyes stayed put on the ground in front of her; she was used to bumping into ponies because of this, but thankfully most Appleloosans were inside to keep out of the unbearable heat. She wiped sweat from her brow, it definitely was a hot day. Back in Dodge she would usually spend her time in the Cherry Orchard to keep out of the sun, but here there was very little foliage if any. She'd just have to get used to it.
Putting her hoof to the door of the saloon, Doodlebug took a deep breath. She took her other hoof and brushed her fringe to the side, it promptly fell back into place. It would probably be a good idea to get her mane trimmed soon... Or maybe not. If her boss asked, she would, but otherwise it wasn't such a problem. Despite this issue, she had to get this job... The door of the saloon swung open, pushed by her two hooves.
It soon became apparent that the the owner was busy so she decided to sit down. The saloon was pretty packed, but she found a spot next to suspicious looking stallion talking to a friend of his who was wearing a vest. They look like the ponies that were with the mayor... Reluctantly she sat down next to him. Lets hope no fights will be started
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Strike ignored tge little troublemaker and poured some more of the whiskey for the stallion and proceeded to grab some plates and throw them on the sink behind, always with his ears perked to listen to everything in the bar. Suddenly a really looking strange mare walked in and went directly to the owner's office. Strike simply raised his eyebrow while inspecting the mare. Meanwhile another mare sat on the bar. Strike naturally walked up to her and asked "What will it be?"
Ella noticed that the bartender had asked her a question. "Oh... Uhm I guess I'll have a glass of water... Do you know if the owner of this place is here? I'm here for a job and he isn't in his office... Or at least he didn't hear me knock." She noticed the his wings were different from other pegasi wings. Well he's unique... I like that.
((Mmmmmm I guess I'll see if I can join in I suppose maybe mmmmm?))
Name: Indiana Uster Isles "Indie"
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Unicorn
Appearance: Indie is a Battleship grey with an Air force blue mane and tail. About medium build with a full beard and a top hat of about the same color of his mane.
Personality: Intellectual and sometimes benevolent but a bit risky and morally ambiguous, he is a proud sonuvabeetch that will not let anyone get in his way. He loves dirty tricks and harsh business tactics.
Bio: From Manehattan, Indie was born into a powerful family that had control in the shipping industry. Following in his fathers hooves he learned the art of business. Through his youth he heard of the adventures that the western expansions had brought. When the rumors reached the east of the gold Indie figured that with all those ponies looking for gold he could surely gain a large profit and maybe even.. Industrialize the area.
Outrider watched the pony's expression. He was a little taken aback, but otherwise genuine. He nodded again at his response, "Gold... I suppose I'm here for the gold, but for a bit of a different reason." He reached over and took the glass in his hoof, bringing it over and tipping it back. His eyes watered a bit, but the burn was lessened now that he was prepared for it, if only barely. "I'm here to make sure this little place stays civil," he said, turning back to look at Tinker and setting his glass back down on the bar, "If this thing takes off, it's only a matter of time until ponies start lookin' at each other with that look in their eye. Or a hoof on their holster."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a few bits, setting them on the bar next to his glass. "Just look around, there's tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. These ponies are all ready to kill each other over a little rock, and all it'd take is a word to set 'em off when the rocks start rollin'." His eyes wandered down as he spoke, remembering some of the things he had done long ago just to get those expensive little rocks from ponies; things he had heard that other ponies had done even for one tiny piece of gold. It sickened him, but that was why he was here: to try and stop those things from happening.
Tinker took in what outrider had said. Knowing full well the extent some will go to gain a small piece or shard of precious metal and gems.
"My family had problems with thieves, my father usually threw them several yards and they got the hint. Very few though would not take that warning, thankfully we had the law nearby so we never lost anything major." Tinker replied. There was that sensation again. Something pulled is attention towards the little double doors of the saloon just has a mare pushed them open. His horn itched slightly, Tinker reached up to scratch it absentmindedly while pondering what it meant.