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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Punctuated by a lot of swearing and sand, Wolfwood and a major part of a building appears. Said building has a large chunk missing from its east wall, bullet holes from a large caliber machine gun across the floor running up the west wall and is missing the roof from what looks like some kind of blast. There are tables, and chairs and part of a bar, though most everything is covered by sand.]

Huh, so it can be done. [flops into a chair heedless of the sand and lights up a cigarette] Hope no one minds.

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[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

So either you live on a beach or this is some sort of prop from a movie?

[Grabs a chair and sits down, because you can't just stand around all day.] Do you really care? Doing better than a few days ago though.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I live in a desert. [eyes him for a moment and snorts] I care, but I ain't 'bout to run 'round yelln' 'Love and peace' like some people do.

That's good to hear.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

A desert? Sounds boring. And what kind of weirdo would do that?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Depends on what you'd consider borin'. This town I'm in is just startin' to get people returnin' after a couple gunman blew it up. [waves at the bullet holes and missing roof] There's this legendary outlaw with over sixty billion double dollars on his head that'll cry 'Love and Peace' to anyone tryin' t' shoot his ass.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Do you live in some sort of war zone then? [Snorts at the description of that guy.] Wow, sounds like a true nutcase, did someone drop him when he was a baby? But fuck, sixty billion dollars? If he ever shows up here I'll turn him right in.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It all depends on the town. Some o' 'em are nice enough and have enough people to defend 'em, others have a lot of bandits and gunmen rulin' 'em. [shrugs and snickers to himself] I think he was. He's sure one weird gunman but the crazy part is that he's a deadly shot. Whatever he aims at, he hits.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

[Eyes him] You're from some sort of Wild Wild West world then?

[smirks] I'm sure I'd be too fast to be hit by him.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[blinkblink ara?] Wild West? I don' think I've heard o' that one.

Mebbe so, mebbe no. I've seen him dead drunk, pukin' his guts out and still able t' hit a fly off a thomas' back at fifty yarz.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Cowboys and Indians?

[Pretends he totally understood what he said.] Who's Thomas?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Don' know nothin' 'bout that. Ain't that somethin' from Old Earth?

Who? It's a creature we use for ridin'. Well, some people do. I like motorcycles myself.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

[Sighs] Damn aliens...

A creature? Hmm. Kind of like a horse then?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I ain't no fuckin' alien, kid. Colonists are human too. Mostly.

Guess so, if a horse is like a big bird that eats flies an' ants.