Blackville Horrors (Supernatural Western Horror)

Icalasari

Blackville. A town that got its name from the black stone that surrounds it on two sides. Situated in the middle of Coal Valley, it has a small population that no one has bothered to formally tally. Formerly lawless, a new sheriff and his deputy are to arrive that day to clean up the town Hearing of the lawlessness, another man is also drawing close, hoping to hide, and a fourth plans to get as much money from the rich bounties they can before the sheriff drives them all out Oh dear lord the dryness

Malkavian

Sheriff Marlowe stepped finished turning the key. "You're staying for the night." he said, then turned around to sit at his desk.

God knows how many miles away from a proper city and dealing with a bunch of drunken fools who thought they'd be picking gold out of their noses here. Of course they had to spend what they did find on lousy liquor and start busting up the place. Marlowe didn't think the person who put the jail next to the saloon was just thinking of what looked prettier.

Well, at least there was less paperwork.

And he didn't have to be reminded of Emily.

As much.

Marlowe picked up a book, one of his few positions he brought back from the city, and a bottle of his own alcohol. Those would possibly help him keep watch through the night.

Bob

He glanced over his shoulder as he walks, doing his best to make sure he's not being followed. His brown, deep set eyes quickly scan the horizon before he turns his head again, feeling as safe as a wanted outlaw can feel. His lips curl into a playful smirk, framed by a strong, stubble-covered jaw. He pulls out the "earnings" from his most recent "job", and began counting it, thinking of all the things he'd do with it when he saw something off in the distance. It looked like another town.

Perfect.

Stuffing his loot back into his pocket, Ezekial "Rex" Dillon approached the town of Blackville, eager to see what kind of havoc he could cause.

Vivi

The bar wasn't too lively at this time of day. Always the occasional town drunks, and the few fellers looking to make time with the barmaids. Not on her watch. She was like their pimp. Sure, she liked to see one of her girls happy to find a man. But all the guys in the town knew that first and foremost, all the ladies that ever stepped into The Salty Sally were Maggie's to play with.

She hummed a diddy as she wiped the bar counter clean, the tune playing from the piano.

dmboogie

Paul Marot sighed as he sat in the rocking chair outside of the General Store. Business had been slow today, as usual. It had been like this for the past few months. The steady stream of prospectors that had made him rich in the last year had slowly slowed to a trickle, and now it appeared to have stopped entirely. No one new had appeared in town for weeks, and what few locals there were spent more money in the bar than his establishment.

After quickly checking the street to make sure there were no prospective customers headed his way, the bald, gray-bearded man stood up with a groan. It was about time to close up shop for the night.

Icalasari

There was a bang as someone threw open the door of the bar.

"G-Gimme a drink! N-Now!" The man seemed a little shaken by something. His clothes were a little dirty and torn, and he had a few scrapes on his face. His leg was a little bloody as well, the pant leg showing spots of the red stuff soaking through. Probably lost control of his horse.

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Rex, if he knew, would probably count his blessings that he found this out of the way town. News doesn't reach it very fast, so he could hide out there for months before news of his crimes reached there. He'd just have to play it safe and not get caught doing anything illegal while staying.

As he stuffed the loot back in his pocket, a few coins fell out.

Malkavian

The wasn't a piano that Marlowe just heard.  Most likely someone out to start more trouble at the bar. Even so, it'd be best to get there quickly just in case some genius decide gunfire would be the smartest answer. Grabbing his revolver, Marlowe briskly made his way across the street.

Icalasari

Marlowe found quite a sight. A wounded, shaken, scared man sitting in the saloon, asking for a drink as his leg bleeds. Whatever happened, it certainly had an effect on the man