log: A STRANGER RIDES IN...
Who: Arthur and OPEN
Where: The saloon and around town
When: First day of the breach and onwards
Warnings: Will update if necessary.
They rode into town separately, as they always did. Made it easier to run their games if no one knew they all came up together. And so, Arthur entered the town ahead of the others-- riding point. Unless he hit a string of bad luck and ran into one of the rubes from the other towns he hit, no one in this one-horse settlement would have any idea who he or his partners were. He didn't cut the most intimidating figure, but that was fine; he wasn't going for intimidating. His deceptively lithe body was clothed in black from his hat on down to his boots. The look was offset by the white of his shirt, the deep reds on his waistcoat. All in all, he looked the part of a gentleman, some well-to-do cocksucker from out East-- which was half-right. He and his partners started out in New York, but that was a long time ago in another life.
With his horse harnessed and secured to hitching post, Arthur hit the nearest saloon. Glass of whiskey in hand, he settled back and observed the locals, spared a smile for the pretty girls. No doubt about it, he was going to have to sample some of them before running his game and moving on to the next town with more coin and valuables than they knew what to do with.
[OOC: CAN YOU GUESS WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO THE DEADWOOD THEME AS I WROTE THIS? Anyway, although I set up the post in the saloon, you're free to start a new thread at some other location/time during the breach.
Also if somebody can kindly tell me that word I was obviously blanking on in the post, I WOULD BE MUCH OBLIGED. THANK YOU, GWEN (AND OTHERS). And some info on Arthur: he, Harper and Shego are traveling con artists. None of you should know him unless you ran across him in another town, IN WHICH CASE, we can work something out.]
Where: The saloon and around town
When: First day of the breach and onwards
Warnings: Will update if necessary.
They rode into town separately, as they always did. Made it easier to run their games if no one knew they all came up together. And so, Arthur entered the town ahead of the others-- riding point. Unless he hit a string of bad luck and ran into one of the rubes from the other towns he hit, no one in this one-horse settlement would have any idea who he or his partners were. He didn't cut the most intimidating figure, but that was fine; he wasn't going for intimidating. His deceptively lithe body was clothed in black from his hat on down to his boots. The look was offset by the white of his shirt, the deep reds on his waistcoat. All in all, he looked the part of a gentleman, some well-to-do cocksucker from out East-- which was half-right. He and his partners started out in New York, but that was a long time ago in another life.
With his horse harnessed and secured to hitching post, Arthur hit the nearest saloon. Glass of whiskey in hand, he settled back and observed the locals, spared a smile for the pretty girls. No doubt about it, he was going to have to sample some of them before running his game and moving on to the next town with more coin and valuables than they knew what to do with.
[OOC: CAN YOU GUESS WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO THE DEADWOOD THEME AS I WROTE THIS? Anyway, although I set up the post in the saloon, you're free to start a new thread at some other location/time during the breach.
Also if somebody can kindly tell me that word I was obviously blanking on in the post, I WOULD BE MUCH OBLIGED. THANK YOU, GWEN (AND OTHERS). And some info on Arthur: he, Harper and Shego are traveling con artists. None of you should know him unless you ran across him in another town, IN WHICH CASE, we can work something out.]