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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 17, 2012 20:39:31 GMT -8
ooc is over the top. I can re do it The corner of his eye, he swore that Rio had a tensed when he came over. The two had issues. He was not going to allow her to steal his authority. It was fine she was hanging out with Lewt, but he was not going allow her to try to use authority over him. The gang was teasing, but Jeremiah had held back on his brutality remarks. Rio was wild. Crazy in the head. Jeremiah was not sure what was wrong with her, was not sure what Lewt sees in her.
damn it. Jeremiah quickly held his flare anger. Rio glared at him as she was trying to put him on fire. Hell! Rio could be the devil herself the way she glared at Jeremiah. “Hold the flames, Rio,” Jeremiah said as he turned. “I am gonna drag the bastard out by his ears,” he said marching in the Blackbird Saloon.
Before..... NOW: Jeremiah shoved the doors open of the saloon. He felt every body turned to look his direction. “Boys and girls, we got Child slave master here,” he said as his eyes spotted the muscled man. Jeremiah's brown eyes looked down at the dog. It was disgusting how the dog was treated better than the boy.
“You,” Jeremiah said pulling out his two guns. One aimed at Magawan's Duke's body guard. “I swear one bullet through yer head I will kill you. I warn you! Stay away,” he said as he marched up holding the gun at the barkeep Billy was. “You better not pull out yer gun. I do you too!” he growled. “My case here is this man has a child chained to a wagon like a dog!” he looked down at the dog. “This dog has more freedom than that boy, eh? What do you say?” he asked the man who was name Billy.
Two more gang members were in the bar, the pulled their guns out to help Jeremiah. They wondered did Jerry gone crazy. “Jerry, what the hell, man? What is going on?” he asked Jerry.
The other gang member peeked outside. “shit! Jerry there a naked boy chained and he look like...fuck! He's peeing like a dog!” He exclaimed and looking at Jerry.
“You kidding me?” he asked.
“No, Rio sees it!” he exclaimed.
“Now, you better come out, or I'll shoot you!” he told Billy.
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Post by Bill Conner on Oct 18, 2012 16:08:02 GMT -8
ooc is over the top. I can re do it
LOL! I was hoping he'd still be in jail!
Jeremiah shoved the doors open of the saloon. He felt every body turned to look his direction. “Boys and girls, we got Child slave master here,” he said as his eyes spotted the muscled man. Jeremiah's brown eyes looked down at the dog. It was disgusting how the dog was treated better than the boy.
Billy rolled his eyes, keeping his back to the kid but watching his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. It was like this in every town. If only people knew...
“You,” Jeremiah said pulling out his two guns. One aimed at Magawan's Duke's body guard. “I swear one bullet through yer head I will kill you. I warn you! Stay away,” he said as he marched up holding the gun at the barkeep Billy was. “You better not pull out yer gun. I do you too!” he growled. “My case here is this man has a child chained to a wagon like a dog!” he looked down at the dog. “This dog has more freedom than that boy, eh? What do you say?” he asked the man who was name Billy.
Still ignoring the kid, Billy finished his drink then motioned for another. The dog at his feet let out a low growl but he hushed it with a low hiss.
Two more gang members were in the bar, the pulled their guns out to help Jeremiah. They wondered did Jerry gone crazy. “Jerry, what the hell, man? What is going on?” he asked Jerry.
The other gang member peeked outside. “shit! Jerry there a naked boy chained and he look like...fuck! He's peeing like a dog!” He exclaimed and looking at Jerry.
“You kidding me?” he asked.
“No, Rio sees it!” he exclaimed.
“Now, you better come out, or I'll shoot you!” he told Billy.
Sighing, Billy finally turned to face the kid, looking past the gun. "Do you want something with me?" he asked evenly? "You ever heard the saying, 'You can get more flies with honey than vinegar'? When you're ready to be civil, we'll talk."
With that, he turned back to the bar.
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 18, 2012 16:41:20 GMT -8
(Another day...But he can put back if you want.. He is sort of in trouble anyway) Jeremiah snorted, looked at the other members. “He wants me be civilized. I am being civilized,” he told the man. The man turned his back on him. Jerry was a cold bloody murder, but he was not going to shoot someone from the back in a public place. There was a reputation and he was man.
The situation was needed less guns. The body guard was not happy, lord knows the man threw Jeremiah out once with a deputy a few days ago. “Okay, muscle boy, I am putting my guns away. No need to bully me,” he told the man. The truth was he was scared shit of the big man. Though he hid it.
Turning to the man, who told Jerry to be civilized “Fine,” he said slowly, as he pulled a stool for himself and sat down next to the man. The two gang members where near by the door just in case the man decide to run. It was good to have back up. Jerry licked his lips, placed his hands on the bar. That took all lot of effort because he wanted to grab the man's ears and drag him out. Jerry was fast with his gun and he knew it. “My hands are on the bar. See?” he said as he rapped his fingers on the bar.
“Now, explain why that dog is here and the boy back there is chained like a dog?” he said as he was looking the man up and down. “Or your just plain stupid. A pig has more brains than you. Hell, a the dog here has more brains than YOU.” He slammed his hands down on the bar, leaned to the man like he was tiger going to claw his prey. The boy's eyes was fueled with fire. There was part of Jerry wanted to kill this man because it had a connection when he was kid. "And you tell me to be civilized?" His lips curled in a sneer. The other members never saw Jerry this angry before. It was Jerry had another side they never knew about.
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Post by Bill Conner on Oct 18, 2012 21:43:21 GMT -8
"You done, boy?" Billy looked at him evenly, letting him have his say. "Did you take the time to look? Use them pretty eyes God give ya?" He shook his head. "I could let that boy loose and he'd run all over the place, folks'd be screaming and trying to coral him. Hell, they'd lock him in a cage." He poured a drink then slid the bottle to Jeremiah. "He's happy. If you don't believe me, yer welcome to go put him in britches."
Folks didn't understand what they didn't know...he just wished they'd know before they judged.
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 22, 2012 12:17:05 GMT -8
Jeremiah took the offered drink, took a sip. He was thinking what the man said about the kid. It did not make sense. It was something you don't see. It was odd. There was no way he could say it was due to Science Fiction because that has not been out yet in those days.
Looking down at his drink, he was trying to figure it out. “You sure hell no con artist because there's no profit in the bullshit you tole me,” he tried to wonder. He tapped his hand against the mug. He took sip. Than it came to him, he turned to look at the man. “Your new in town. No parent would leave their kid alone in the streets of a big city... Hell! You are not a good parent!” the truth was Jerry never had a real parent to support him. “What kind of parent would leave their son in a street of this city?” he asked.
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Post by Bill Conner on Oct 22, 2012 21:03:25 GMT -8
"He's not my son, he's my nephew." Billy straightened. "His folks were killed by Injuns when he was a baby. No one saw anything of him for years, and he was like that when they found him." He shrugged. "Some folks seem to think he was raised by wolves...personally, I think that's a bunch of bull, but...look at him..."
Pouring another drink, Billy shrugged again. "He look like he's in any danger out there? Hell, he's in more danger from brats throwin' rocks at him than anything adults'd do. Now, if I let him loose, some kid'd toss a rock at him and he'd as likely rip their throats out as not."
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 22, 2012 22:13:41 GMT -8
Jeremiah arched an eyebrow as he was listening to the other man explain the boy was his nephew, that he gone missing the boy was raised by a pack of wolves. Jeremiah looked down at his drink. What was in this drink? Poison.
Jeremiah was silent. The man was total lost of words because he was trying to imagine boy being raised by wolves. That was the gang was like. They where like a pack of wolves and they allow new members in as if they are part of the family.
“Strange as it sounds, I believe you,” he said to the man. “I ain't gonna be yer friend either. This town might go ugly about yer nephew and I am sure not gettn involved. You are yer own,” he said sipping the drink.
“Barkeep, I get the next round,” he told the barkeep. “Get shots too.”
As Jeremiah waiting for the next round, “But, I warn you. My friend out there. She ain't happy. Hell, she will shoot you.”
The barkeep placed the drinks down front of them. Jerry took his shot and drank it down. He needed it. “I am goin' to help you on this one time. Stay in here, I go outside and try to explain this to my friend out there. If she shoots me, I'll shoot her and, I'll come back and shoot you because she shot me.” He gave the man a smile. The kid has a sense of humor. The truth was he was not kidding, but he could hide as a joke.
He waited to see the other man's reaction before he gone out.
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Post by Bill Conner on Oct 24, 2012 21:55:46 GMT -8
Billy chuckled and nodded. "Appreciate th' understanding. And I really hope yer friend doesn't shoot ya." He nodded, then returned to his drink. Once that was done, he'd ask around for a place to set up, where he wouldn't have to explain himself.
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