#r-ccmain@soi -- (Sheriffs Office View & Main Street View) with Marshal Colton McCallister.

#r-walkres@bwr -- (Interior view, Exterior View) -- Tonsfolk NPC';s Discuss Escapee Bowman

Commons
Well she'd not expected THAT.
Pretty damn clear by the expression on her face.

Is it horribly wrong that she LOVES watchin' you kick ASS?
It is?
Like she gives a flying rats ass?
Nope.
She let out a loud.... WOOT... there it IS!
Well not IT but.
Never mind
(thanks for the cover!)

Lucky you…that’s makes it a cool day

makes my way back into the place with some more free time

looking in

What a beautiful playlist from girl and guests, to listen to before slumber.

Goodnight to Aall who may be looking in.

Yeah, I'm not in the mood for drama either.
After all I saw my crush.
*Grins*

#r-ccmain@soi -- (train station view) -- RipMasterson@soi & AceCarson@bwr

Commons
She could climb you like a tree. She has a time or two.
Not in the same way Lex climbs you .
He climbs you an puts his stick in your honey pot to swirl it all around.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
She was vibrating with adrenaline now.
Giggling like mad. You freed her from the press to the wall and she flopped right into your lap on the chair.

"My Hero!" she swooned and draped herself over dramatically across the arms of the chair. Her little butt wiggling on your thighs as she giggled.

You had to ask. You just HAD to ask. Ok. You asked. She'll tell you. You really should know better than to ask.
You know that.

"Ugh. Sooooooooooo. I was just doing my chores. You know feeding the zoo animals like I always do Sundays.
Everyone got a piece of fruit. Estelle got a banana, Gertie got a banana, Christine got some cherries."

She lifted her head and looked at you seriously.

"We all know she could use them. She hasn't had a cherry in over twenty four years."

She waited for your reaction, then dropped her head again so she was dangling over the arms of the chair. Long hair falling to the floor, arms outstretched and tummy taut.

"So Stan got a pear. You know Stan. He shoved it up his ass and it got stuck. It's not my fault he shoved it up there. I told him not to. But ohhh no. Stan had to go there. He didn't even put the small end in first. Nope. He went for it and shoved that bulbous butt end in , well his butt end."

She giggled and wiggled across your lap.

"It got stuck and I got in trouble for it. Maybe they should hand out lube with the fruit and no one would be in trouble. Everyone would be happy and less visits to the infirmary."

Now you know the little trouble maker gave them those fruits for a reason, but she's not saying squat. Nope. nope. nope.

"Didn't help that Stan grabbed his balls and shook his dick at the orderlies and told them now he's got a pair and a pear."

She giggled again, and lifted her head to look at you.

"Oh shit. He's got a derriere pear. Derri-pear?"

She found it hysterical and started laughing so hard she snorted.

I understand anger and loss

But don’t want either tonighg

Rehearsals
The Sterlings have presence, even when they are being and feeling pleasant. When they are being social, and socialites. There is a moment where they survey, establish that Holly Blanc is the only witness to this embarrassment.

That done, they are finally in motion.

"Leonard Johnathan Sterling, what did you do." The truly remarkable thing is that his father's voice is not actually loud, merely loud enough to carry to Leo. Pulling out Leo's full name is a clear signal, at least to their son, that he is in trouble.

It stops Leo in his tracks, which allows them to close the distance. Their outrage is quiet, and all the more intense because of it. They do not need to be loud. Nor do they want a scene.

Mrs. Sterling is just as fearsome as her taller, more obviously intimidating husband. Her voice snaps, though it is no louder than her husband. "What kind of man are you, Leonard? Is this who we raised you to be? A cheater?" It's the obvious conclusion here, and she makes it.

The adults are here, now. And everything in their manner, their voices, indicate Leo is little more than an errant child.

Train Station
Narration Post:

As Ace Carson and Rip Masterson prepared to board the train bound for Laramie, Samuel Hawke watched from a distance, his weathered face etched with concern. The train's arrival marked the beginning of a journey fraught with tension and purpose, driven by a desire for justice and retribution.

Samuel observed the exchange between Ace and Rip from his vantage point with a knowing gaze. They spoke in low tones, their words laden with determination and resolve. Samuel felt a sense of foreboding mingled with hope as they settled into their seats, ready to embark on their mission to retrieve Vanessa and confront Charles Morgan.

"The wheels of fate are turning,"

Samuel murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the bustle of the station.

"May they find strength in each other's company and courage in the face of adversity."

With a final glance at the departing train, Samuel turned away, his thoughts lingering on the challenges ahead. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that Ace and Rip were bound by a steadfast loyalty and a shared purpose. As the train disappeared into the horizon, Samuel Hawke resolved to keep a vigilant watch, knowing that their journey had only just begun.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zR_92kIddNA&si=1CZI4zhZSpef5X5

Dropping in for a nightcap.

Seeing We had a visitor.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Gwa3pxpaV8U&si=mKdsWOnoqiVRJ9W

Pretty ok?
I act that way.
I run and spar and ride dangerously to help burn off the anger that is always simmering.

Main Street
As the town prepared to face the night with Bowman on the loose, each resident knew their role in keeping Covell Canyon safe. The hunt for Matthew Bowman had begun, and in the rugged frontier town, justice would not rest until it was served.

Ok ill leave you alone now

Oh and I haven't read your room
So I have no idea
Whst you've been saying

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=0mlH-DfSkwg&si=kjG5QuqZ5cTvcdxt

Commons
Yeah she is pretty darn tall and given the HUGE t-shirt she's sporting today?
Yeah they'd not seen a thing... don't call em knuckle draggers for nothin' you know.

A little grin tickled at her lips when C.C. squeaked.
Yeah she's one of the good ones.

A nod was given as you'd spoken

"Yup... appears so"

She'd ease up on her press of body against yer own and breathe a bit easier as she sprawled in one of the battered old over stuffed chairs.

Couldn't help but say/ask it.
And you KNEW she would

"Sooooo... whad ya do?"