Alisa_Perne
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- Joined
- Jan 6, 2012
- Location
- On the beach
The song that inspired this roleplay.
Smoke billowed up from under the brim of her hat as she struck a match and lit her cigar. Sonia took a puff and exhaled. The noises from the bar rushed to her ears as she walked inside, four man poker game to her left and the usual songs being played on the piano. She walked over to the bar and sat down taking another puff of her cigar. As if on que the bartender pulled out a bottle of whiskey for her, and poured her a glass. She pulled out a few gold coins from her satchel and sat them on the bar. "Leave the bottle." she said in her feminine yet somehow raspy and deep voice. The bartender nodded and walked away. Two months, every day, two months she had came to this bar. Her secret was safe here. She was an outlaw, turned bounty hunter. The fiercest and quickest gun in the west. Thousands had died by her wicked hands. The moment she had to go and hunt down a entire gang of bandits, something she could easily do, her hands were steady, her fingers were skilled and her eyes were sharp. She could gun down six men before a shot was fired. She hunted them down to the last, and found the leader, at the end of her Colt. Only their leader was her father. He went for his gun, she went for hers, he was laid out before his gun left his holster. She turned in her badge and quit that day. She had killed her own father after believing the stories her mother told that he had died when bandits attacked their ranch, and he had died defending his family. She had lied to Sonia, all the way to her death bed, her father was a wicked man indeed. Body count in the hundreds, him and his gang had killed whole towns.
Sonia took another puff as she stared at the glass of whiskey, and hoped to once again, spend another day drowning her sorrows. Another day silently sulking at the bar, and trying to drink herself to death. Of course that fool of a man the sheriff would never let her get into any sort of trouble. He knew her secret and kept a close watch on her. Any man that looked like he would draw a gun or raise a hand to her, found himself cuffed and in jail. Not because Sonia was incapable of defending herself, but because she vowed to never take another mans life unless in self defense, and even then, on some days she thought about falling on the six inch bowie she carried with her. She carried a knife and not a gun. If you thought she would be a fool you were wrong. The sheriff also knew that Sonia was keeping her identity a secret, if she killed or even fought, she would be recognized, her unparalleled skill with blades and gun were well known, her face, not so much.
She lost herself in the background noise, "Fifty of 'em swear to god." a man said, "She hunted them down and gunned down the whole gang, and when she found Billy The Kid, he surrendered, he laid down his gun and got on his knees. She blew his god damned brains out, and you know what she said." the old man said to his younger compatriots as they played poker, "What'd she say?" one asked, "Go to hell. BOOM! Fuckin Billy's brains all over the place. Then she disappeared." he said, "Some say she killed herself, some say she bought a ranch in the middle of nowhere and she shoots anyone that gets within a mile, but I think she is hold up in some little town somewhere." Sonia smirked and thought, If he only knew how right he was, if he only knew that the bandit slayer was a stones throw away from him.