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Thread: Wanderer of the West

I guess you could say that. Starting to get dark outside. And let's just say the road ahead ain't too lit for a traveller walking by himself. Frankie turned to look at her again, shifting on the bar stool to almost face her completely this time. There's a couple of other guys tryin' to get your attention. How come I'm the special one that gets a second chance? He asked, an eyebrow raised somewhat. Frankie looked over at what appeared to be a man watching the pair. Unknown to him, it was the owner of the saloon -- keeping tabs on her, studying her intensely. Her one, last chance of freedom. Frankie just thought he was some kind of bouncer. Like always, when it came to a pretty lady, Frankie's eyes began to wander. They lowered to her chest area, albeit for a split second, before travelling further. Down to her legs. One of his favourite parts of a woman's body. And he had to admit, Rita had one of the nicest pair of legs he'd ever laid his eyes upon. So the offer of keeping me company... He looked up once more, his hand reaching out to her leg. ...still valid? Is she wearing any specific kind of clothing, or is it just your typical corsetskirtstockingsboots saloon girl outfit?
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief that the stranger wasn't leaving tonight, this was her second chance that she desperately needed. Out of the corner of her eye Rita noticed Raf watching the two of them again. It made her want to get this guy upstairs quicker, guaranteeing her no more punishment tonight. She kept up her smile as he proceeded to look her over, which she didn't mind one bit, being quite used to it by this time. Then as his hand extended towards her legs that dangled off the barstool, she uncrossed them and let his hand reach her thigh, inviting much more physical contact if he wished, and she needed him to want it. As his hand reached her leg, making contact, her skin tingled, there was something terribly comforting about his touch. Lifting her gaze to meet his eyes with her own, she actually managed a genuine smile at this turn of events. It certainly does. What do you say we go upstairs? I have a room we can use. Just wearing what's in the picture I gave, then I suppose stockings and some heels or boots.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

As Raf saw the hand touch the leg, he had seen enough. He had better things to do than waste his time watching Rita seducing a random, worthless customer. She'd bought herself an extra night, but that was it. She was beginning to crack -- he could see it. Her time was running out, and Rita probably knew that herself. Frankie would soon realise just how much of an important customer he was going to be... With the owner's eyes now off them, Frankie smirked as she suggested she had a room upstairs. Guess it was more comfortable than sitting on a stool down in the bar area. Ordering one last whisky from the bartender, he quickly drunk the glass and stood up, allowing Rita to lead him to her room. Lead the way then. The cowboy spoke, removing his hat and holding it by his side.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Of course. Rita nodded and got to her feet, starting for the stairs assuming he would follow. Things were certainly taking a turn of the better and the pressure was off for the moment. But unless more customers started coming in her days were numbered. She owed a lot of money to a lot of people, and they were some very dangerous characters, that much she knew. If only there was a way to run away from all of it, start fresh in a new place, but the way things were she could not outrun this debt. But she tried not to let these thoughts linger, right now she had to focus on pleasing this stranger. Reaching the top of the stairs she stepped down the row of doors until they reached her bedroom, and swinging the door open she led him inside, closing the door and locking it securely behind them, so they would not be interrupted. Please, make yourself comfortable. She suggested, folding her hands neatly in front of her, watching Frankie curiously.
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It was hardly the nicest of accommodations, he'd seen cupboards bigger than the bedroom. Not like the owner was going to spend a lot of money on his staff, mind you. They came up here to sleep and sleep with . It's... a nice place you got here. He wondered how many men she had slept with in that bed, although it'd only be a guess. He hadn't asked her how many years she'd been doing this, or how many customers she had up here a night. It could be hundreds, he could be her first. Nah. She looked like she'd done it many times before. Tossing his hat to one side, he climbed on to the bed and playfully pulling her down with him. Rita found herself lying on her back, with him lying to the side of her and leaning up on his elbow. How'd a pretty girl like you end up in a place like this, huh? He asked, his hand already wandering as he began to speak. His fingertips tickled the front of her stomach, before running down to her stockings and playing with the tops of them. So far, he had no intention of undressing her.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Caught a little off guard by the stranger as he started to settled in and whisked her onto the bed with one swift movement, leaving her on her back as he laid on his side, she kept her composure and offered another smile, though his question caught her by surprise as well. Well, it's kind of a long story..and I don't like to talk about it. For a regular customer, or so he seemed, this stranger sure did have a lot of questions. A bit curious, indeed. But it was a harmless enough question, and as much as she didn't want to mention it, she decided to open up a little to Frankie. Well my father owed the man who owns this place a great deal of money and when he passed away the debt fell onto my shoulders. She explained, managing to tell her story without skipping a detail or looking sad about her plight. I've been working here to pay it off but so far I've hardly made a dent. The men who come here don't tip well so whatever money I do get to keep isn't much and what goes to the guys in charge isn't much either. Looking up at him as she spoke, her hand lifted to rest against his chest. She felt his hand across her stomach then down to her legs, toying with her stockings. Apparently he didn't want to take things fast.
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It wasn't the nicest of stories to listen to, a little tragic. It wasn't her fault that her father had accumulated such vast amounts of debt that he was literally selling his daughter in to a life of slavery. Forced to work as a saloon girl, flirting and doing all sorts of things with random strangers for small amounts of money. How long would it take to pay off her debt? Years? Quite likely, considering she had barely put a dent in the total debt. He was starting to regret even asking her now, it seemed to put a bit of a downer on the mood. Frankie was quick to change the subject. He sat up, swinging his legs round so they dangled off the bed his back now to her. There's one thing you could do for me, actually. My back's been killin' me all week. Think it's all that heavy lifting in the last town I stopped at. You think you can give me a little rub? Frankie suggested, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it from his figure. On his back were a few scratches -- nothing major, but it had been an indication that he'd had a couple of nasty falls or fights a long time ago. Then again, it was a common feature on any cowboy's body. Drunken bar fights. They were all the same.
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She was a bit exasperated from telling her story as well, but Rita was glad once he quickly changed the subject. It was a bit puzzling as he suddenly rolled onto his stomach, but she understood why once he made the request of her. Yes, of course. The girl nodded and moved off her back to sit beside Frankie, rubbing her hands together to give them a bit of warmth before moving them to his back, which for the most part was surprisingly smooth aside from the occasional scar her fingers ran over. She started high at his shoulders and neck where she could feel most of the tension was before moving down to his sides then his lower back. Occasionally when she came across a scar she would trace over it curiously with her finger, wondering how he might have gotten it. Rita stayed quiet for the most of the time, but after a few moments of silence she spoke up again. You sure have a few scars back here? I assume from fights or things of that nature? She said, it was the only thing in way of conversation she could think to ask. Usually customers didn't talk much but this guy sure had a lot to say, and to ask.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Something like that. Frankie spoke, his eyes closed, rather enjoying the massage she was giving. He almost felt himself drifting away because of how peaceful it was -- he was sure it would probably be a first for her... the customer falling asleep before anything serious happened! Frankie's eyes opened, however, and he used this opportunity to look around her room a little more. Nothing of interest really grabbed his attention, although the saloon girl's story did make him wonder if the other girls were in the same boat. Paying off debts, whored out for the rest of their youthful lives. Mmm... you're good at that. Softest fingers I've ever come across. I'd walk through a cactus field to get another massage like this. He wasn't sure how long Rita had been giving him a well-earned rub, but he called it a day eventually. Then he said something that would probably take her by surprise. Rolling on the bed, Frankie lay on his back and flipped a coin in to the air before catching it. I ain't interested in fuckin' ya. His eyes turned to hers, yet still played with the coin. All I need is a bed until morning. And maybe a nice, pretty girl to cuddle up with me.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Rita certainly was surprised to find out that this man was not interested in soliciting her services or making use of her company, except solely for a backrub and a bed to sleep in. And she was a bit taken aback, unsure of how to take his words. His compliments for what she had done were certainly made her feel appreciated, but him not being interested in sleeping with her just didn't quite make sense to her. Honestly, she wouldn't have minded if he had wanted to, he had in course of their short time together, with his kindess, won her over. Certainly he made better company than other men who visited the bar before and that she had the displeasure of sleeping with. As he turned onto his back her eyes met with his as she looked down at him and he looked up at her. Taking a moment to let his word sink in, she simply nodded, mustering a smile. Is that so? Well I suppose that is not out of the question, although highly unorthodox. She murmured, shifting a little on the bed while still not laying down just yet. If you're sure, a good night's rest would probably do me so good as well. Moving now to lift off some of the blankets before slipping into bed beside Frankie, she eased close to him, her head resting a little against his chest, resting a hand there as well as her arm draped over him. Closing her eyes although still away she laid close to him, comforted by his company and presence.
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Frankie had the ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. In this case, it happened even quicker than normal. Perhaps it was lying there, with the comforting bodyheat of his female companion. The music from down below didn't bother him in the slightest, and as the remainder of the bar seemed to continue partying through the duration of the night -- keeping some of the girls up until about 4 or 5 in the morning -- Frankie was oblivious to it all. However, almost like a snake, he had disappeared before the saloon girl's slumber finished. His shirt and hat gone, the only proof of his existence came in the form of some coins he'd left to cover the hiring of her 'services'. As usual, her alarm clock came in the form of the bar owner, Raf, who had marched in to the bedroom about an hour after Frankie had vacated the bed and left. His usual heavy footsteps had been replaced by softer ones for a change, so as not to wake her up before her sat at the edge of her bed. She looked so peaceful -- with a smile on her lips that he had never seen her with before. Rita... His fingers gently stroked her cheek, in the way a man would caress his lover. ...You're such a good girl, aren't you? Keeping that cowboy here all night... good girl. And he paid more than your usuals do as well. He spoke to her with no respect, as if she were nothing but a dog he kept as a pet. I think that deserves a reward, don't you? A horrible smirk appeared. And that means you're the lucky girl that gets to suck me off this morning. Give me a smile. Go on... tell me how much you love to gag on my massive cock.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Rita had drifted off a short time after Frankie, her evening a bit more pleasant than usual. The usual noises of the bar in the night did little to disturb her sleep this time. But what she did not expect was for him to leave so soon, and without managing to wake her. Although at first she was not aware of his disappearance from the bed until she was stirred from her sleep by quiet, yet undiscernable words, and the gentle touch of fingers against her soft cheek. She made out a voice but nothing else, wondering if it was who she wanted it to be. But opening her eyes finding herself alone in the bed aside from Raf sitting on the edge, her dream was dashed but she mustered a pleasant smile, as if she would ever be glad to see him...and this early in the morning. Raf.. She murmured, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in bed. Where is the man I was with last night? Did he say anything? Leave anything for me? She said hopefully, although with most customers she would not have asked these sort of things. But then she saw the twisted smirk upon his face and her smile diminished a little. W-Why are you here so early, might I ask? She wondered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, her hair still done up in an ornate style though a little messied from sleeping with it that way.
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The man you were with last night is long gone. Had his fun and left. The owner was a little taken aback by her interest in him, especially with her questions about saying anything or leaving anything for her. What did she expect him to leave? Money? Raf shuffled on the bed a little further. I'm here because I wanted to have a quiet chat with you without any of the other girls listening. I think you're losing your touch, Rita. You're not forceful enough with customers. Letting them slip through your fingers all too often. It was a complete over-exaggeration, the amount of customers that Rita let get away wasn't anywhere near as bad as he was making it out to be. Sure, perhaps in the last few weeks she hadn't brought as many men up to her room as Raf would have liked -- but it was all done to luck. Some days, she'd get good customers. Some days, not. I think your mind's gettin' distracted, darling. I can't have that. I ain't gonna make money if you're not begging these cowboys to stay for a few hours more.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Well I'm trying as hard as I can, Raf. So I don't know what to tell you. Rita said calmly, knowing if she got fussy, pushy, or even remotely argumentative with him that he could and would make her life even more of a living hell than it already was. With severe punishments most of the time it wasn't exactly easy for her to remain anywhere content working for him. If you're not happy with the way I work customers maybe you should find someone else? She dared to say, biting her lip and praying he wouldn't think she was being insubortinate. I got that guy last night to stay, didn't I? He came back because of me , you know. She said, pushing the issue harder with him. If you think I'm losing my touch, why don't you let me go? You know half the customers wouldn't come in unless it was to see me. I'm the best girl you've got. She went on to say, although she tried not to sound too high and mighty with her words. As Raf edged closer to her on the bed she got a little nervous, wondering what he might do next.
Thread: Wanderer of the West

Best girl I've got, eh? I used to think that. Raf knew he was just trying to cause trouble more than anything else, so-far unsuccessfully trying to get a reaction out of her. Something to justify him punishing her. Rita was doing good just now, but he knew she'd crack eventually. Raise her voice, cry, something like that. Does that make you proud, my little Rita? His hand stroked her face once more. Being such a good whore that you keep having men come back to you? The stroke turned to a grab, and his fingers clutched her jaw. Show me how much of a good whore you can be, Rita. Show me that you're still the best girl I've got . He began to expose himself to her when a knock came at the door, frustrating him greatly. What the hell you banging on that door for...! Who's that?! A female voice was on the other end of the conversation. Raf... there's a guy here to see you. Says he's a good friend of yours -- come to pick up the silver. The silver was in reference to the money earned brought in by the saloon, and the man the voice spoke about was one of the gang's errand boys. OK... OK... God damn it, bitch. Raf muttered the last bit to himself, re-fastening his trousers and standing up. Don't think for a minute you've dodged this bullet, Rita. I'll be back later. You better get yourself cleaned and lookin' pretty for your loyal customers downstairs. With that, the frustrated bar owner left the room and slammed the door behind him to meet with the errand boy.
Thread: Soul Eater

Maka Countued to run chasing her target with her weapon in hand, her goal was to collect 99 human souls and 1 witch soul so that she could gain a Death Scythe. Like her mother Maka was a Scythe Technician and she planned on having her Demon Scythe become a Death Scythe. As the daughter of the current Death Scythe and his former Meister, she has high expectations of herself and so she is very determined to hunt down her target. Maka's current target was Jack the Ripper, an evil human and the 99th human soul she needed.
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Nathan - Avatar Ichiro - Picture I showed you Maka, where's this guy at? Nathan said in his scythe form while MAka was running down, chasing a fleeing Jack the Ripper. For a guy that big in size, he sure is fast as hell! We might be able to get a better vantage point if you run up to the roof tops! Nathan said as his half-naked image appeared in the blade of the scythe. He can't hide here, London's too small for a guy THAT noticeable!
Thread: Soul Eater

Maka nodded and headed for the roof of a near by house, he should get tired soon or we'll just have to corner him somewhere she studied what she could see of the area. London was definitely small enough to have dead ends the only problem was tricking Jack the Ripper into one so they could kill him, just as the thought crossed her mind Jack the Ripper turned down an alley way which led to a dead end all by himself. Smiling she followed after him, reaching the end she stood on the top of the wall staring down at him. Murderer Jack the Ripper I'm here for your soul! Looking up at her he prepared to attack Maka, she prepared to attack Jack the Ripper as well. Lets go Nathan, this makes human soul number 99
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Got it! Nathan said as he felt himself get swung down. Seriously sorry for a short post. I was gonna RP Jack the Ripper but you kinda took that position lol. I didn't just want to up and take it so I'll wait for you to give permission to me if you want to.
Thread: Soul Eater

Oh sorry' You can play who ever you want to just let me know. As for the post length it's fine, I'm not picky on length Maka Swung Nathan at Jack the Ripper cutting him in half and his body disappeared. In its place his soul appeared as they landed on the ground.
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Nathan transformed out of her hand and walked over to the soul, smirking as he took it and downed it with one gulp. Damn that was good...ninety nine...now we just need a witch's soul. He said sneering as he looked over to Maka. G'job Partner.
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Maka smiled at him, you finally got your 99th human soul Nathan. Soon you'll be able to become a Death Scythe Turning she looked around them, Maka was currently searching for a Mirror. Now to report to Shinigami-sama... Mirror, Mirror... Here we go She stopped infront of a mirror that was bolted to a stone building, lessee, Shinigami-sama's Mirror number is... 42-42-564 Waiting for him to pick up Maka stood there in front of the Mirror
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You know what those 3 numbers add up to right? First time I heard em, I automatically knew it had to be 666 lol. Though...I don't think its 562. Is it not 582? Thats how I remember it in the English Dub...I think. It would make more sense. 42 42 84 582 666 Death came upon the mirror and greeted the two of them. Hey there Lord Death. Nathan said as he draped an arm over Maka and smiled a cocky smile to death. He usually hung around Maka when he wanted to get in on the small video framed mirrors, just to smite Spirit who was in the background most of the time.
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acordding to the manga it's 564 but 582 does make more sense Maka smiled, We collected our 99th soul today. All that's left is the Witch's soul and then I'll be able to make Nathan into a Death Scythe she said nothing to Nathan as his arm draped over her, it was only to spite Spirit and she knew it. After all she was used to it, ever since the two had met Nathan enjoyed doing things to annoy her father. Of course she didn't stop him since she hated the man, even though he was her father he had cheated on her mother so many times and she knew it too. That was why her parents were currently going throug finalizing the divorce right now.
Thread: Soul Eater

The Manga and Anime are always different in a lot of ways. Maybe since literature has more blocks than shows, American version manga had to be edited so it wouldn't have anything to do with 666 so religious people wouldn't be turned away as much. Speaking of which, do you ever even see Maka's mother in the anime? I don't read Manga. Death chuckled. Good...good. Now then, come back and rest for tomorrow you can leave in search of a witch's soul. Again, sorry for a short reply. Busy atm and feeling inner conflict to either watch some DBZ episodes or play Fallout 2 on the computer.
Thread: Soul Eater

Hmm.... The later episodes of the anime mentioned that Maka had been receiving postcards from Kami as she travelled around the world though there is no appearance of her in the anime. Maka nodded alright she turned about to walk off as Spirit popped up from the background somewhere ready to yell at Nathan for putting his arms on his precious daughter. Get your hands off MY Maka! Being refered to as his Maka she turned and glared at him, I don't see you as my father papa so stop calling me that! Spirit sulked in a corner depressed. Ignoring him she headed off in the direction of the school. Come on Nathan
Thread: Soul Eater

Oh jeez...Maka's mother is named God in Japanese? lol Nathan just chuckled and saluted Spirit off before he followed after Maka. Don'tcha think you're a little too harsh on the guy? You're his only family y'know. You're all he has, can't you give him a break or two? And I don't mean literally so don't even use my words against me haha.
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Maka closed her eyes as she walked, no... he cheated on mama so many times and hurt her I'm sure. She hasn't really said so but to be cheated on like that all the time has to hurt Even though she hated him Maka did care for her father a little bit though she rarely showed this to anyone let alone Spirit. Indeed