#everett roleplays

[au-everett]

It had been two long years, but he had finally come back into society. He had gotten bigger, wiser, more calmer. He decided to head to the saloon, to see if he found any familiar faces. And he found only one. He approached Everett at the bar, who was alone, and cleared his throat, albeit nervously. “Been a long time, friend.”

Everett turned, wondering if his ears deceived him. It sounded like his sweet Robin, but lacked that frenetic energy he used to exude in spades. This voice sounded older, calmer, and Everett had to admit, sexier.

He took a moment to eye the man before him, swallowing as his throat suddenly went a little dry. While Robin had been cute before, there was something deliciously sexy about him now.

"It has been a while, hasn't it, puppy?" Everett leaned in, noting how he didn't have to bend down as much to see him eye to eye. "Or have you grown out of that now?"

[au-everett]

Allie rides up to Everett's camp, tired from the days ride. When see sees the mask he's wearing she can't help but giggle. "Who are you chasin' after with that thing, Osborn?" She runs her fingers along the tie in the back as she chuckles at his unamused expression.

Everett moves his head away from her fingers, turning to grab her hand and bring it to his lips. "Tryin' to see if this hides my identity enough so I can sneak into a race being held in Blackwater. A bounty I need to catch is supposedly there, and I want to scope it out."

He grinned. "Does it not suit me?"

[au-everett]

It had been a little over two months since Charlotte last saw Everett. She didn't mean to go so long without seeing him, but she had some business back in her home town that she had to take care of. But now here she was, standing behind Everett with a smirk on her face. "Boo!" She yelled, pushing his back to scare him.

Everett could only laugh at her attempt to startle him; too many years of living a dangerous life had honed his situational awareness. But he appreciated her effort.

And he was extremely relieved that she was alright.

"Nice try, Charlotte," he said as he turned and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him for a hug. "Been a while, I was worried about you," he mumbled into her hair.

[au-everett]

Michelle eyed Everett from across the way. She always thought of him as a good and hardworking guy, though did notice he had his way with the ladies. She never did really bat an eyelash at him, at least not until recently. She casually sidled him, lighting a cigarette off her boot. "Hey you." she greeted with a puff.

Everett gave Michelle a genuine smile, unlike the forced charm that he gave everyone else. He was glad to see her, seeing as how she was a solid bounty hunter, tough as nails with a good sense of humor.

He had initially stopped himself from looking at her as a potential bedroom partner because, quite frankly, she didn't seem interested. But lately... Did he imagine her assessing gaze?

"Hey lady, how's it goin'? Been a while."

[au-everett]

Marilyn gripped Mr Osborne's forearm and tried to push him away, breath hitching a little. She tilted her head back a little to look up at Mr Osborne, eyes wide and nervous as she bit her bottom lip. "Y-You're really strong." She said softly.

Everett felt the pressure against his elbow and let her push his arm enough to give her room to move.

"Sorry sweetheart. You can slip out from my arm now," he murmured. "Just drop down and duck out of my hold."

[au-everett]

It had taken a few days of asking around, but eventually Marilyn was able to find the man who had saved her, and she was determined to repay him somehow. She waved at him shyly, smiling widely. "Hello sir! Do you remember me? You helped me back to town the other day." She eased Gladys, who seemed ambivalent about the whole thing, to a stop, and elegantly dismounted. "I'm Marilyn Taylor?"

Everett was very surprised to see Marilyn again, especially since they were now a full town away from where he had last met her.

"Of course I remember you, Ms. Taylor." He looked around her, trying to spot her wards. "Did you come here alone?"

He wasn't nervous, no. But he was a little cautious when it came to other men who were protective of ladies like her. He couldn't deny his own feral need to protect when seeing her, so he understood how her... Caretakers? How they might feel.

[au-everett]

The air was cold, crisp, but the warmth of the fire would keep the air outside at bay. He double checked to make sure Hazel had lots of food and water for herself before heading into his cabin, double locking the door behind him. Whenever his heat was about to come around, he always went up into the Mountains. The chances of an Alpha going up there were slim, and even more slim in finding him up there. Which was good, as this heat was going to hit him hard this time around. (~Robin)

Everett grumbled as he trudged through the cold, listing out the things he was going to yell at Robin when he found him.

If it wasn't for Cripps telling him that Robin had mentioned heading up into the mountains for a few days, Everett wouldn't have known to look for him. He had been smelling the most delicious scent around his camp lately, and he had wondered who it had been, since he had various visitors this past week.

But now he knew. The scent had disappeared completely when Robin had left.

Following his trail, Everett came across the cozy little cabin in the middle of the woods with a familiar horse in a lean-to near by.

"Found you," he growled as he came up to the door and banged his fist hard against the wood.

[au-everett]

"How have you been Mr. Osborn?" perhaps she was a fool to trust him in the slightest. He was a bounty hunter, she was an outlaw. Yet she didn't see him as an enemy, perhaps he understood the stituation she was in, that the life she led wasn't one chosen by her. That no matter how, her life wasn't a one she could escape so easily, no matter how she yearned for a life of peace. Her face didn't show these thoughts, remaining as emotionless as ever, her gaze unweavering as she looked at him.

“Hella?” Everett turned to see the tall woman, strands of her blonde hair almost ethereally flowing around her. He wondered why she was coming to him now, when they had crossed paths before, often in a saloon, sharing a drink and casual conversation. 

This was before he had seen her bounty poster. He didn’t go after her; after all, he liked the woman and didn’t want to go up against her. 

“Been doing fine,” he said cautiously. “How’re you?”