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Once Upon a Weastern (Dragon and Phoenix)

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Dragon_Spirit_249us

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The town was a small one, nothing really special about it - but some loved to call it home. There were only about one hundred people living there currently, the buildings were nestled next to one of the great rivers - a fantastic source of water. The town seemed rather prosperous, but it did have it's troubles.

Letting out a sigh Jessie gave the rug one more wack to dust it - this work was tiring - ever since her Papi passed away the care of their business had fallen onto her shoulders. Her simple light blue dress clung nicely to her frame as the dress had been made for her. Her white apron tied neatly around her waist. Jessie wasn't a bad looking girl - she had a cute round face, her red hair was pulled into a low ponytail to keep it out of her face while she was working. Her bust was decent enough at a 34-B bordering C. She had more curves than some of the ladies around the town that were rather frail - she did work hard. She didn't have a husband, despite her mothers desires for her to have one. But, there was no time, not with the Inn and all.

She run a Bed and Breakfast Inn near the center of the small town, it was the only one available for travelers - though it was on the verge of falling apart - there were just a few things that she couldn't handle herself. Either she couldn't lift what was necessary or she was too short, only standing just past five foot and two inches, to reach what had broken down. And stools only came in so much handy when you are trying to balance things.

Jessie looked around the town, her hazel eyes evaluating everything - it seemed quite for a Friday, sure there were a few people out but it was definitely quiet. Turning on her heals she walked back into the house and placed to rug back in it's spot, grabbing a broom to sweep the porch. Wondering to herself if anything would ever pick up around this town.
 
Dragon_Spirit_249us said:
The town was a small one, nothing really special about it - but some loved to call it home. There were only about one hundred people living there currently, the buildings were nestled next to one of the great rivers - a fantastic source of water. The town seemed rather prosperous, but it did have it's troubles.

Letting out a sigh Jessie gave the rug one more wack to dust it - this work was tiring - ever since her Papi passed away the care of their business had fallen onto her shoulders. Her simple light blue dress clung nicely to her frame as the dress had been made for her. Her white apron tied neatly around her waist. Jessie wasn't a bad looking girl - she had a cute round face, her red hair was pulled into a low ponytail to keep it out of her face while she was working. Her bust was decent enough at a 34-B bordering C. She had more curves than some of the ladies around the town that were rather frail - she did work hard. She didn't have a husband, despite her mothers desires for her to have one. But, there was no time, not with the Inn and all.

She run a Bed and Breakfast Inn near the center of the small town, it was the only one available for travelers - though it was on the verge of falling apart - there were just a few things that she couldn't handle herself. Either she couldn't lift what was necessary or she was too short, only standing just past five foot and two inches, to reach what had broken down. And stools only came in so much handy when you are trying to balance things.

Jessie looked around the town, her hazel eyes evaluating everything - it seemed quite for a Friday, sure there were a few people out but it was definitely quiet. Turning on her heals she walked back into the house and placed to rug back in it's spot, grabbing a broom to sweep the porch. Wondering to herself if anything would ever pick up around this town.
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A full moon was on its' rise over the midwestern prairie as the desperate traveler tried to make sense of his situation. He was low on funds and had little supplies left. All the propaganda that brought him to this desolate land ran though his mind. “Curses my luck.” James thought. If he were to continue on he would have to find work in this small town. Unfortunately it wasn’t even near harvest time and the all the farms around had enough work for this time in the season.
James is a sturdy man standing about 5’9” with dark brown hair and eyes. His skin tanned and marked beyond his years from living a hard life. If you were to have met this man you would swear he came from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time. His boots were scuffed and covered with dry mud as were the bottoms of his denim jeans. You could tell that his shirt had once been worn to church on Sundays, but had long since seen better days. And a man with no money and no horse, with no job has not much hope out away from civilization.
He decided to take his last few coins and go to the rickety inn to see about a drink and maybe a room for the night to gather himself for what life was going to throw at him tomorrow.
 
Jessie saw the man approaching her Inn. The man seemed like one you might want to chase off with the broom, which she debated, but ultimately she needed the money. Jessie gave a warm and welcoming smile to the stranger as he approached, "Howdy there, Mister." She said politely, "Welcome to the Buck and Bay Inn." Her father loved the title, she never really understood why he would want to name is Inn that way.

Jessie finished off her sweeping. Inside the Inn it was rather clean, but there were obvious things that needed fixed, some shelves, floor boards were loose or broken, some tables were broken from fights that had ensued in the Inn between disgruntled drunk men.
 
James walked up to the Inn and was greeted by a young woman who invited him inside. He was too tired and worn from the previous days to pay much attention to her as he was looking for the owner of the place to see about a room. He found an empty seat at the bar and ordered a shot of absinth. The bar keep was an older woman who insisted on being paid before she would pour the drink. Now James was down to his last dollar. The old woman already seemed irritated as James noticed she kept one eye on some men playing poker at a table in the corner.
 
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