The Awakening Of Change

[AnotherAverageName]

" Do I know you?" He asked, confused.

[mythicdawnmaster]

"Everyone know me love. Name's Sally, and me girls told me that you aint paid, so ere' i am to get the cash. Come on, 50 dollars, right now." She said, her wrinkled face in an intense stare.

[AnotherAverageName]

" I don't know you and I don't know any of ya gals, what kind of example would I be setting, doing that...stuff? Now be on your way, Madame." He said, feeling slightly offended Edited June 14, 2012 by AnotherAverageName

[TheBestIdiot122]

Ian continued to stare coldly at the town that laid before him, on a cliff a couple miles away from the town. New Austin. He never saw himself ever returning to his place, as his memories were scaring and brutal upon Ian's mind. Remembering the flames, the blood, and the screams... He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts away from that terrible night. Sighing, he reached down and grabbed a small sack, which held all of his money over from his jobs that he did as he travel along the main roads to other towns. It was a fair some, but not as much as he wanted it to be.

 

Ian continued down the slope of the cliff, which lead to another town called Niveria. The town was quite small, little to no crime. However, he couldn't stay as the town itself didn't have a Bounty board, which was his main source of income at this point. He continued walking down the slippery loose dirt road that led down to New Austin. The clinking of his riding boots with each step calmed him, for some reason. As he walked, a flash of brown flashed before his eyes, before he was forcefully knocked down. Before he realized what happened, he saw his money bag slip from his hands, and tumble down the cliff. Ian watched in horror as over 1,000 dollars tumbled over.

 

Ian clenched his fists hard, drawing blood from his palm, and cracking his knuckles from the sheer force, he punched the ground as hard as he could. He slowly got up and turned around to face the woman who knocked him down in the first place, with his brows furrowed, and with an angry frown, looked at the woman straight into her eyes. Obviously, Ian was angry, he could have happily punched her and threw her off the cliff also, but he knew it wasn't her fault in the first place. He released his fists and straightened his face out. Again, he sighed as he walked past the woman, continuing down the road.

[mythicdawnmaster]

Sally stared at Neville, like her eyes were looking into his soul and then said "No, ya ain't lyin' Right then, you want a ciggy? got one if ya want one, can ya 'elp me find this Jones they were speaking of? he ain't paid."

[AnotherAverageName]

" Look, I'm here to protect my people, not run errands for them, your the owner of your....house, not me." He replied, getting very annoyed. Edited June 14, 2012 by AnotherAverageName

[mythicdawnmaster]

Sally laughed and said "Help em'? you just sit on your arse all day. Fine, whatever, even the elderly can't get help around here." She blew a huge breath of smoke out in Neville's face, and walked down the street, looking for Jones ruthlessly.

 

Belle's horse was now at a trot when she saw the man on the road lose his bag of money, she stopped the horse and sat still, the wind blowing her hair, the plumes of her hat, and the tassels on her coat to the left, she put a cigarette in her mouth and said "Just lost your cash? Annoying when that happens... although it is more annoying when they get away... wriggly bastards..."

[TheBestIdiot122]

Ian stopped walking and peered over his shoulder. He was surprised that she even acknowledged him in the first place. Even more so in her manner, as she looked like a bandit, or a outlaw of some sorts. He slowly paced himself backwards as he faced the woman again, making sure his hat still covered his eyes, but still had one of his eyebrows raised and his head titled slightly in curiosity. He didn't get a good look on her face until now. At first, he thought she was tired, sense the black circles under her eyes and the rest was just heavy make-up. However, with closer exception he noticed that it was ALL make-up.

 

Again, he felt something stuck in his throat, trying to speak words that weren't there. But finally, he murmured "It was a lot of cash, 1,000 dollars to be specific," He usually just kept to himself, but something urged him to talk to the woman for some reason. "Ian White," He said softly, but quietly.

[mythicdawnmaster]

Belle smiled, tilting her hat back up, so all of her face was seen, she looked at Ian and dismounted her horse "You don't look like an Ian... you look like a Joe... the last joe had arms like yours, but he didn't have a gun... do you like knives Ian? i like knives, they sing lovely songs..." She said in a voice that was clearly deluded, but serious. After circling Ian, she came to face him again "Belle Smith." She said, holding out her hand, a wad of cash in it.

[TheBestIdiot122]

The corner of Ian's lips curved slightly, showing a bit of his well kept, and white teeth. He found the woman to either be really hyper for some reason, or just really crazy. Either way, he liked her somewhat. Her rambling on about knifes and thought that he was a "Joe" rather then "Ian" made him smile a little, she was funny also. He tilted his head upwards, revealing his multiple scars on his face, but they weren't bad, simple lines that covered his checks. But some of his scars interrupted where his beard grew, so the scars that dipped into his beard didn't grow hair, instead grew around it.

 

He looked down at her hand to see the wad of cash, obviously not from him. He frowned and gently pushed her hand away, refusing the money. "I don't take handouts," He said, in his raspy deep voice.