Elinor, huh?
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PiratePeacock 
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03.12.2021
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PiratePeacock[OP]
03.12.2021 16:53
Link-
PiratePeacock[OP]
03.12.2021 17:10
LinkA, Your oc got a bounty.) Your oc has been running from the law for a while now. though recently, you can tell your being hunted. every saloon you went to, a familiar woman with a red feathered hat sat in the farthest corner. you could see her coming out of gunsmiths and stables. even petting her horse at the sheriffs office. you asked around, the townspeople seemed unbother and told stories. she was a infamous bounty hunter. a common story was how her, and someone else stabbed 40 outlaws in a fort. and she had the scars to prove it. and one day, she finally came after you. a showdown at a homestead turned bloody, your backup was being ruthlessly murdered. and one of your buddies managed to knock her out as she was slicing someone's throat.. what will you do with her?
PiratePeacock[OP]
03.12.2021 17:12
LinkB, choose whatever occupation) you rode into town, from having finishing a bounty, supply run, hunting, your call. but you go into the saloon to see a woman fighting a man twice her size. she wore a grey vest, white undershirt, a black winter coat, and pure white boots. she grabbed a chair, practically breaking it over the poor guys head before talking him to the ground, going to beat him senseless. a unfinished bottle of whiskey on the table.
PiratePeacock[OP]
03.12.2021 17:13
Link-yall want a third option lemme know-
I gotchu- Bjorn and B-))
+He watched the whole thing with an amused grin.+
after a couple punches, she got off him, grabbing her hat off the floor before grabbing a chair and sitting down. finishing off her whiskey.
+Bjorn went up to the bar, and got himself some Scotch. He went to her table, and sat across from her.+ "Nice fightin' skills." +He had a thick Scottish accent, and wasn't from around here at all.+
she didn't say anything, steel blue eyes staring at him. a scar going off the side of her mouth, as if someone took a dull rusty knife to it. she just sat there, sipping her whiskey.
+He took a breath, and stared back into her blue eyes with hers.+ "You don' speak much, do ya lass?"
she leaned forward, sighing. "whats the matter with not speaking, hm?"
"Nothin'. I was just askin'." +He shrugged and took a swig of his Scotch.+
she adjust her hat, leaning back and putting her feet up. "why you talking to me, many other gals would love to hear what ya got to say."
"Its your fightin' skills. Not many lassies can put up a fight like you did. He twas twice your size, and you made him cower. I respect women like you."
she paused, taking her feet off the table to lean forward. "why..? not a lot of woman can defend themselves, I refuse to cower at a man's hand."
"I know. It hurts for me to watch women get beat by their husbands and can't do anythin' about it. I wish I could help- but sadly, I can't." +He sighed, and took another drink.+ "It's good that you refuse to cower; you set an example."
she laughed. "outlaws say otherwise...why are you here?" she raised a brow.
"Well...lass I'm here to help you. But, it seems you've got everythin' under control." +He looked at her with his own blue eyes.+ "I knew your brother for a long time before he...well, and he asked me to look out for you. Paid for my ticket to come to Amer'ca."
((Im just saying she had a brother cause it makes it easier-))
((uh- okay- even though she didn't but okay-))
her eyes narrowed. "I don't have a brother. I lost all my family when I was twelve."
Hmmm- Big brain moment-))
+Bjorn sighed.+ "M' sorry. That was a lie. I really just smuggled myself into this country. M' an illegal-"
she bursted out laughing. "what a joke. hadn't had a laugh like that in a while."
she stretched, before looking down at the broken chair and the unconscious man. sighing, she got out a wad of cash, walking over to the bar and slamming it down. "sorry about the chair."
