Dr. Gabriel Moreau
New Member
Captain & field surgeon of the Confederate Army of Western Louisiana, (ret.) general practitioner
Posts: 40
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Post by Dr. Gabriel Moreau on Sept 24, 2015 15:38:05 GMT
Dr. Moreau wanders about, waiting for the first fool to blow his manhood off.
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 24, 2015 21:41:59 GMT
He sees no dismembered penises, but he does see Mayor Harken, clapping and drinking and flirting. "Docccctor!" he bellows in his boisterous voice, "Out among the living and well for a change?!"
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Ambrose Main
Junior Member
former Lieutenant in the Confederate Army
Posts: 58
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Post by Ambrose Main on Sept 24, 2015 22:32:00 GMT
Ambrose nodded. "Then count me in."
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Post by Caesar S. Ballentine on Sept 25, 2015 5:05:38 GMT
Ceaser looks at the odd assortment of people, a strange sight for him after spending so much time surrounded by what felt like the same people and the same places. He makes his way to the poker table, curious about what is going on there, and whose making some good winnings.
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Post by Frank Jackson on Sept 25, 2015 6:38:48 GMT
Everett moseys on down to the gun skill display, knowing that was the best chance for him to win a bit of spending money. He'd sign up for the horse race and skeet shooting as well. He had a new shotgun to test out, after all. His hand lingered instinctively near the walnut grip of one of his colts as the newcomer addressed him, the southern outlaw understandably not overly fond of strangers. "Yep." was his laconic reply. "What was your name again? Jackson?" (OOC: Don't think I mentioned my surname in Babushka's) "Frank," he replied, noting the hand on the colt without having to look. "Lucky time for me to arrive, what with this festival here," He mused, gazing about, a half smile on his face. "Nothing better to get to know people than a fairground."
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Post by Everett Chancey on Sept 25, 2015 16:25:04 GMT
(My bad. Edited that bit out)
"If you say so." he spat on the ground near the newcomer's boot. "Wouldn't be so sure you want to get to know this lot, or that they want to get to know you."
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 25, 2015 16:46:09 GMT
After the sale stand was shut down for the evening, Rauri arrived, a shawl over her shoulders as she walked round the various exhibitions and stalls and entertainments.
After she looks around for Walter Evers.
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 23:16:01 GMT
Walter is sipping wine and watching people. He tips his hat to the lady. "Mrs. O'Dempsey, a fair sight on a fair day at a fair," he said with a tiny smile.
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 25, 2015 23:18:33 GMT
He actually called her Mrs. Most people had gone back to Miss since Arthur left.
"Well aren't you all charm. How is chelsea?"
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 23:20:28 GMT
"She is happy to be with her friend," he said. "Found the telegraph office. Expensive here," he said. "But they sent me some poor news. I fear my friend George O'Dempsey is with the lord now. A thousand apologies for your loss, ma'am."
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 25, 2015 23:26:45 GMT
Rauri looked at him for a long time. What an asshole.
"I feared as much Sir, I truly did," she put a hand up to her mouth, just under her nose, as if keeping in emotion. She'd come to terms with his death a long time ago, "But to hear if for certain, when there was a glimmer of hope left? The night has turned all shades of grey now."
She covered her self in the cross, "please, Mr Evers, may I trouble you to tell me how he... died?"
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 23:37:04 GMT
"A story best told in private," he said. "I am truly sorry. He was a friend of mine, once upon a time. A bit...overzealous-" code for violent, "-but a good man in war." He thought a second. "I am sorry to bring the news like this but I am a direct man. I thought you'd had to suffer uncertainty enough."
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 25, 2015 23:42:33 GMT
"Perhaps one day... you can tell me about your times together... but right now, I think it is probably best if I go back to my home... I am suddenly not in the mood to celebrate." she sighed softly and looked round at the mass. She'd wanted to see the fireworks. Perhaps she could still from the shop, "Thank you, for telling me, uncertainty is a bane."
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 23:50:11 GMT
Walter's pale blue eyes are tinged with sympathy or something like it. "When you're ready we can discuss it," he said. "Dreadful sorry ma'am." He offers her an arm to escort the lady to her abode.
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Post by Rauri O'Dempsey on Sept 25, 2015 23:52:51 GMT
She hesitates a moment then takes his arm, "Thank you, Sir, but you might miss some of the entertainment, I'd hate to put you out.'
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