gun for a tongue.

Claudette Jo. 24. Rumour has it I'm wanted, dead or alive.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[steele-gallant-blog]

Hey, little jumpy. I’m askin’, that’s who.

[claudettejo]

Right, well... It's moreso cautious than jumpy. And she's my fr- sister. And now that you know, who exactly are you?

[claudettejo]

I swear.

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

How would you like me to prove it, darlin’? Well, don’t tell me that now that you know it’s here an’ if it ever presented itself to you, you wouldn’t grab it and cash it. My brother an’ I decided to stop here ‘cause we needed a place, but then we heard the rumors of gold, so we thought we’d stick around a bit. I’m glad she wants to stay, ‘cause then I get to see you around more often.

[claudettejo]

Oh no, you'll have to figure that out on your own. And I never once said that I wouldn't take the chance if it came to me, I was just tellin' you that gold ain't why I came here. I have no desire to be part of this massive gold rush, but if the gold came to me, then it ain't ladylike to turn it down. Maybe it was a good choice on her part, then.

[claudettejo]

Old Jed's } Claudette; Shanna

Claudette had heard of the infamy of Old Jed's Cellar, mostly through the men that past her during the day. She had seen men fight before, whether it was for pleasure or to settle a score. Unlike most women, Lorraine included, she took quite an interest in watching as these brawls happened. And that interest was the very thing that had drawn her away from her room and out on the streets on this night. Holding her head high as she walked past the men that either cat-called or regarded her with a predatory gaze due to her race, she was thankful when she caught sight of another woman not too far ahead of her. 

Quickening her pace, kicking up rocks as she did so, Claudette was grateful to see that it was Shanna. One of the few women she'd come to meet in this town. "I take it you like to watch men get their lights punched out as well," she asked, hoping that the woman was going in the same direction that Claudette had intended.

[claudettejo]

I swear.

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

Well, I hope that’s soon, because I never intend to lie to such a lovely woman. You’ve been lied to, miss. It may be just a small part of ‘em, but part of everyone here wants that gold one way or another.

[claudettejo]

Mm, I'll believe you when you prove that to me. I haven't been lied to, darlin'. Because I know what my purpose here is and gold was never on my mind. I, unlike some apparently, wasn't even aware of it's presence here. My sister, well she thought this might be a nice place to stop before we continued our journey and now she seems to want to stay.

[claudettejo]

I swear.

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

I’m just sayin’ with your composure and beauty, you don’t deserve those men. Well, not always- we’re all here for gold in some way or another, aren’t we?

[claudettejo]

Well, you're one with a nice charm about ya. I'd say thank you, but I'll save that for when I'm sure these compliments of yours are genuine. But you're mistaken, some are here for refuge and a place to rest their heads... Or so I'm told.

[claudettejo]

I swear.

[claudettejo]

unfrenchtresor:

Men think they control us femmes. I’ve always hated people grabbing and groping you because they think they have the right to but in time I learned that to use your beauté and body against them you get a very good chance or winning over them. Endurer et Vaincre.. Endure and defeat. 

Endure and defeat is a lesson I learned long ago. Sadly, it doesn't always work out too well for women such as myself, but it's a way of life that I learned from the very beginning. However, perhaps I will learn how to use my body to my own advantage. I always thought it was pointless, but if this is the kind of town I'm in now, well...I'm not about to lay down and take it. You're...French?

[claudettejo]

I swear.

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

It’s awful for a woman like you to be subject to such scum. Men ‘round here seem to only care about gold- it’s not gonna get ‘em anywhere.

[claudettejo]

A woman like me? And what exactly are you gettin' at with that statement, darlin'? I can handle myself quite well, thank you. But, you're right; a man's greed will be his downfall.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[jack-worthington-deactivated201]

I sure ain’t that type of  man, ma’am. ‘R else what kind of bartender would I be? I don’t intend of becomin’ one of them uncarin’ types’a fellows anytime soon, if that’s what you had in mind, Claudette. 

[claudettejo]

Oh, well, that's...comforting. Nice to know you have a nice set of morals instilled in ya. But, you're a bartender? That's interesting, I'll be sure to stop by when I am in dire need of a drink.

[claudettejo]

I swear.

I'd like to think that when I ask someone to keep their hands off of me, they can do just that. This town is shaping up to be one hell of a charming place... Delightful.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[jack-worthington-deactivated201]

Might do you good doin’ that, but you’re certainly welcome, little lady. ‘Ya never told me your name, so how ‘m I supposed to give a proper greetin’? 

[claudettejo]

And here I thought maybe you'd be the type of man that's content with giving me a send off without knowing my name. Claudette.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[jack-worthington-deactivated201]

Lot’sa people here don’t have much of them feelings left in ‘em, so you might want’a start start goin’ against them. Holdin’ back mightn’t do no good, ‘specially ‘round these parts, but you’ll learn that pretty quick, I figure. But ‘nyways, welcome to Ember, miss. the name’s Jack Worthington, but call me whatever suits ya. 

[claudettejo]

Hm, okay. I'll consider taking that kind of advice to heart. ...Thank you for the welcome. If Jack's your name, then that's what I'll call you.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[steele-gallant-blog]

Who’s Lorraine?

[claudettejo]

Who's askin'?

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[jack-worthington-deactivated201]

'S always best to test everythin' out once, even if you don't think you're gonna enjoy it much, you just might find somethin' worth while and end up likin' it 'ventually. I reckon 's the same way with stayin' Ember. If nothin' else, it'll jus' grow on you.

[claudettejo]

Perhaps you are correct there...perhaps. I've never been much of one for going against my gut feeling, but I suppose exceptions can be made. It'll grow on me for sure, but whether that's like a good feelin' or a rot, is to be determined. But perhaps your advice will be put to good use.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[good-golly-dollie-sommers-deact]

:

Well, only if you want to of course. And I’m sorry for that, but I can’t tell you a lie now can I? One week in Ember and you’ll see what I mean! I have no doubt you can.

[claudettejo]

When you give me a good enough reason to forget your name, then I will. And I don't know...can you? For all you know I could have every intention of lying to you. But we shall see, maybe I'll last the week.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[mercilessmontgomery]

Unless that feeling is that you better get the hell out of this town quick, your gut is wrong.

[claudettejo]

Is that so? And what's got you saying a thing like that? What my gut was telling me though, I'd rather keep to myself.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

[good-golly-dollie-sommers-deact]

Well hello there! I’m Dollie, how’re you doing? And if I were you, I’d listen to your friend Lorraine. Half the people are too crazy or too drunk to bite much after their bark.

[claudettejo]

Dollie? I might remember that. Saying people are either crazy or drunk, well that ain't too much of a comfort. But even if they did bite, I can handle myself there.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

Just rolled into town and already getting a feeling. Maybe I'll listen to Lorraine and give this place a chance. ...Maybe.