?<Callie Carson>
Callie observed Flynn's demonstration of power and was impressed. She'd only seen something like that once -- a year or two back in Cheyenne. But that was another story.
Sicilien had drawn his guns, so Callie also stood, her pistols at ready, targeting the crowd surrounding them in the bar. There was a shot, but the redhead maintained her cool and did not shoot as one of the thugs fell at the Sicilien's feet. Callie saw the fear in the eyes of the other townsfolk and she knew that kind of fear could do two things -- send them running away with their tails tucked between their legs, or start them shooting.
Cocking back both hammers, she studied the crowd, looking for the next one who wanted to eat some lead. One of the men facing them, a big, curly-headed turd she'd heard called Jethro, stood with a shotgun half-raised and glared at the group with Callie.
"This ain't natural!" he yammered, looking over at Flynn. "It's the devil's work! That's what it is!"
Callie cocked a grin next, "I'd reckon you're right, Jethro. Now take your friends and get! Before someone stirs up the devil himself and he comes for a reckoning."
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She had one pistol trained on Jethro, pointed right between his eyes, while the other panned across the left side of the crowd...
(New- Belligerent Townsfolk, Sheriff Miller, etc.)
The restaurant, already crowded, became more-so as people flooded in from the bar next door to see who was shooting. As if to add to the commotion Sheriff Miller entered from outside, shaking the dust from his clothes. "What in tarnation is goin' on here?" he bellowed.
Before anyone could answer, from the other door, a stablehand rushed in and yelled, "somebody done kilt that crazy ol' prospector! I just found him murdered!" The crowd swelled towards the five outsiders.
Sheriff Miller drew his pistol and shot a round into the ceiling. "I'll have order! I'll shoot the next sumbitch that steps outta line!" From somewhere in the back an empty bottle sailed over the crowd and struck the sheriff in the head. Sheriff Milled staggered and fell to the floor.
"They murdered ol' Dan," somebody yelled, and the crowd swelled again. This time they ignored their sheriff and rushed the five strangers.
(Flynn)
The pookah watched impassively as Sicilien shot one surly ranch-hand down and Callie drew and pointed her pistols on another, the wild-eyed one with the shotgun shouting about "the devil's work".? And then Sheriff Miller came in, trying to impose order before getting knocked senseless by a thrown bottle to the head. ?
Well now that's done it, thought the pookah, stepping quickly to move between the staggered sheriff and the advancing mob.? If it's the devil they want, it'll be the devil they get, he thought as he cast a glamour over himself and the room. ?
Suddenly the light in the room began to dim, even as the pookah's eyes began to glow a bright blood-red and flames snorted menacingly from his nostrils.? It was all illusion of course, but his hooves were real enough when he reared up and struck the shotgun from the one called Jethro's hands with his forelegs.? Then reared and struck again, this time coming down hard on the man's chest, crumpling him to the floor.
Etienne?
As she sat at her table waiting for the waitress to come back. Etienne noticed a change in the air. Her head rose to find a few of the townsfolk staring at her. She didn¡¯t like that.
Looking back down at her menu she planned to ignore them. But then the hairs on the back of her neck began to pickle.?
Soon voice were raised and there was shouting and name calling and people targeting a table of people that was all the way across the room. And oh god was that...no it couldn¡¯t be...but it was...she had to get out of here.
As Etienne slowly rose, she did Have to stop when a large horse some how managed to walk through the overly already crowded with people table and chairs hotel Resturant.?
Magic user. Yes it was definitely for her to get the hell out of dodge. She continued to try to make her way out either the door that would take her back to the hotel and up to her room or the front door.
Gun fire. Fuck he just killed someone. Slowly while the sheriff was speaking she inched closer and closer towards the door. When some yelled murder and the crowd erupted. Etienne bolted. Running towards the hotel door. She didn¡¯t get very far because the room went red then. Everyone in the place gasped...even her.?
When the horse started trampling people she came to her sense and she ran. Some grabbed her from behind and held her tight to their stinky body with a fat meaty arm around her head.
¡±Where ya think ya going gurl.¡± The rough male voice said ¡°you and ya friends got some explainin¡¯ to do.¡±
¡°Let me go,¡± she said struggle against the man.?
She stomped hard on his foot and he reared back and punched her in the face. ¡°Ow ya Dumb bitch!¡±?
Etienne slumped, dizzy. The beginnings of a real nasty bruise forming on her left chin. He threw her over his left shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
When one of his friends saw him with Etienne he grinned.
¡±You done caught one.¡± He said.
¡°Shure did...bitch thought she was gonna to get away.¡±?
He dragged her back to the commotion stepping up with an evil glint in his eyes.?
He let the girl slide down his front. Holding her around the chest to keep her up. Yet Etienne still slumped forward, Still not quite conscious. Her hair covered her face. The man pulled a knife. He put the knife against her side.?
¡°We know she¡¯s witcha. So stand down or I¡¯ll gut her like a fish.
[Sicilien]
After Sicilien broke the stand-off with the first shot, the crowd surged forward as curious bystanders rushed in from the one of the side entrances toward the back, filling out the crowd as if this place wasn't already packed like a can of sardines.? He watched Callie out of the corner of his eyes as she confronted some big ole lug of a human being.? The man waved his shotgun around as the woman pointed her gun straight at his forehead.? This didn't seem to bother the front liners at all, gnashing their teeth and trying to look menacing, like wolves who were sizing up the prey before them.? Except that who they thought were prey were also armed and dangerous and not willing to back down without a fight.? The only problem was they were slowly being pushed into a corner and there were more of them than there were of Sicilien and gang.? Suddenly, a sheriff popped out of the whole mess, shooting off a round (and wasting a bullet, Sicilien noted), when some belligerent idiot ran in through the front and started yelling about some asshole being murdered.? He could not believe the reaction that followed the screaming.? As if somehow they were responsible for what happened outside these walls.? However, this was enough to distract the sheriff who was promptly downed by a flying bottle smacking against his head with a loud "Clink!"
"Man, if it ain't the biggest gathering of dumb fucks that I've ever seen," Sicilien growling, just about growing fed up with all this bullshit.? His trigger fingers started to get itchy, waiting for someone to make a move so that he'd have an excuse to retaliate and he didn't have to wait long either.? A couple of thugs stepped from behind the barrel of flesh and lunged at Sicilien, but like before, two shots rang out, adding two more bodies to the mix.? Was he going to have to keep doing that to build a wall between them and their aggressors?? He has no problem with that except he wasn't made of infinite bullets and he was sure neither were any of his party add-ons.? "Two more entrants sent to the gates of Hell.? Still feeling brave?? I could do this aaaall day."
"You ain't got that many bullets!" a voice rang out in the crowd and a wave of laughter rode through the crowd, though it affected him none.? Sicilien simply smirked.
"If you want to test that theory, then step right up!? Don't be shy!" he called right back, re-cocking his revolvers.? Flynn didn't seem to be doing so bad either.? Even in his horse form he managed to disarm this Jethro guy, then knocked him down.? Anyone who attempted to jump him were met with swift hoof, make that two hooves, to the face.? However, it seemed the shapeshifter had more up his sleeve.? The entire building suddenly became darker, as if someone dimmed all the lights, as Flynn started huffing out fire out of his nostrils, his eyes glowing like hot coals.? He looked as if he was one of Death's horses.? Seems this lot was quite the religious sort as the crowd suddenly receded around the beast, crossing themselves a thousand times over and muttering many a hail mary and various types of prayers.? That was just what they needed.? "Hey, Equus, think you could part the red sea for us?? I think we overstayed our welcome here."
Before he could continue, a man even larger than the downed Jethro, came into view.? He seemed to be carrying someone over his shoulder, someone who didn't seem to be moving at all or perhaps was unconscious.? Stopping in front of the party, the man took his involuntary captive off and then placed them straight ahead of him, wrapping one of his sausage shaped arms around the other person's chest.? Sicilien couldn't tell who it was, except that it was clear the shape was feminine, but with the dim lights, the unconscious woman was half covered in shadow and the way she slumped in his hold brought her hair forward, hiding her face.? A glint in the light told him all he needed to know - the man was armed with a knife, the very same that he was using to threaten this female.? What exactly could this man stand to gain by holding this over their heads?? Sicilien tried to gauge the others' reactions, looking to Chase, Callie and Flynn.? The man mentioned she belonged with them, but was that a ruse or truth?? How were his companions going to react to this?
OOC from Angel: "posting order is in the above tag. Please keep the tag at the bottom. We
are out of order now so we are gonna let Sicilien go, then Charity
again and finally Chase so we can get back on track then"
TAG: Chase, Callie, Flynn, Sicilien, Etienne, Charity (jumping as she sees fit)
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