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tampered2012-06-24 08:04 pm
signatures) wrote in tampered2012-06-24 08:04 pm
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When; This morning, during the Wild Wild West curse
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Eames, Ariadne, and YOU!
Summary; Eames and Miss A have just arrived to town on a tired horse. They'll need rooms, Eames needs to buy a new stallion, and they're looking to make nice (for now). Please feel free to reply with whatever location you'd like to run into both or one of them, treat it like an open action post!
And just for reference, Eamesie, Sunny, and Ariadne is in generally traditional western clothes for more-so upperclass skirts!
Log;
[ They're new to town, and it's obvious - and will continue to be for some time, until Eames gets them settled into whatever routine this particular down runs by. Sunny's steady underneath them with the guide of Ariadne at the reigns, though he's certain either way the horse wouldn't much need it. His own horse'd been shot down three provences backward so Sunny's had to bear the both of them for awhile, and it's a welcome sight to be coming across the City - a bit hot, a bit grimy, nothing like the groves of overseas where most of the fog had been smoke, not swept dust. He'd forced her to change to side saddle about a mile back to accomodate the fancy lining of her skirts, and he's debating asking to take the head but he figures she's at her limit already and it might earn him a nice smack to the cheek by this rate.
If there's anything Eames is particularly good at, though, it's appearances - and he'll sacrifice plenty of it, including Ariadne's mood, to set it right. They've not come all this way to settle as perminent outlaws - it's time to make something of a good life in these parts, even if they supplement their income by other means. No more with the banks and silks; it's been a hard decision to make, acknowleding the extent of one's limits, and a sad day that they've had to lose something in order to gain the sort of logic that only comes from experience.
He knows Ariadne isn't ready to stop, necessarily. But she's free to come and go if she truly wanted and it's a loud enough statement that she simply hasn't, yet.
Maybe because Eames hasn't removed his fat arse from her horse's back for the past three towns, but you know.
But a new town for now means a new set of faces, and Eames finds it refreshing enough as Sunny leads them into the City. They'll need to book a room at the inn, for starters - then Eames needs to buy a horse for himself, and see about making business. He taps Ariadne's side to direct them to it, hoping there's a bar on the first floor but it's either give or take most places, if not he might stop by the saloon at some point, skin for a deck of cards. As Ariadne brings Sunny to a slow halt, he slides off the horse with a grunt, lifting his arms to help Ariadne down when she's ready - or if she'll even take it, her stubbornness being much worse than her father's had. ]
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Eames, Ariadne, and YOU!
Summary; Eames and Miss A have just arrived to town on a tired horse. They'll need rooms, Eames needs to buy a new stallion, and they're looking to make nice (for now). Please feel free to reply with whatever location you'd like to run into both or one of them, treat it like an open action post!
And just for reference, Eamesie, Sunny, and Ariadne is in generally traditional western clothes for more-so upperclass skirts!
Log;
[ They're new to town, and it's obvious - and will continue to be for some time, until Eames gets them settled into whatever routine this particular down runs by. Sunny's steady underneath them with the guide of Ariadne at the reigns, though he's certain either way the horse wouldn't much need it. His own horse'd been shot down three provences backward so Sunny's had to bear the both of them for awhile, and it's a welcome sight to be coming across the City - a bit hot, a bit grimy, nothing like the groves of overseas where most of the fog had been smoke, not swept dust. He'd forced her to change to side saddle about a mile back to accomodate the fancy lining of her skirts, and he's debating asking to take the head but he figures she's at her limit already and it might earn him a nice smack to the cheek by this rate.
If there's anything Eames is particularly good at, though, it's appearances - and he'll sacrifice plenty of it, including Ariadne's mood, to set it right. They've not come all this way to settle as perminent outlaws - it's time to make something of a good life in these parts, even if they supplement their income by other means. No more with the banks and silks; it's been a hard decision to make, acknowleding the extent of one's limits, and a sad day that they've had to lose something in order to gain the sort of logic that only comes from experience.
He knows Ariadne isn't ready to stop, necessarily. But she's free to come and go if she truly wanted and it's a loud enough statement that she simply hasn't, yet.
Maybe because Eames hasn't removed his fat arse from her horse's back for the past three towns, but you know.
But a new town for now means a new set of faces, and Eames finds it refreshing enough as Sunny leads them into the City. They'll need to book a room at the inn, for starters - then Eames needs to buy a horse for himself, and see about making business. He taps Ariadne's side to direct them to it, hoping there's a bar on the first floor but it's either give or take most places, if not he might stop by the saloon at some point, skin for a deck of cards. As Ariadne brings Sunny to a slow halt, he slides off the horse with a grunt, lifting his arms to help Ariadne down when she's ready - or if she'll even take it, her stubbornness being much worse than her father's had. ]
ur a baka
[ Yes, definitely fresh. ]
Wife may keep more unwanted attention away, though it may make things more difficult, as well. Cousin... well, if you get people calling on you to court me as my closest male relative, you'll have to tell me all about it.
[ And only agree to the handsome ones. ]
weh
It'll do. Second cousins, robbed all the same, looking for work and eventual entrepreneurship. [ He scrubs at his unshaven jaw, head tipping mildly. ] We'll see - ferrying messages from men will cost you.
she lauves you rly
It would hardly do if they were to approach and ask if I'd considered their proposal when I hadn't heard anything of it, my dear cousin. [ Still, she steps away, waggling her fingers at him before slipping into the inn to see about the rooms. She'll be back shortly. ]
sometimes B(
Horse backwash. How much are the baths, here?
It'll be good to get proper rest, tonight at least - though Eames has difficulty sleeping in new places, he might be tired enough to doze off into a deeper sort of sleep. He may dream, but his dreams aren't of good things as of late, so he could do without. ]
most times!!!
Inside the inn she haggles with ease, obviously practiced, throwing in some batting of her eyelashes and making sure to specify that she needs the stable for her horse, as well as an empty stall for the future. There's the honeymoon suite, the man -- an assistant, by the looks of things -- awkwardly stammers, and she laughs and tells him that she's simply traveling with her cousin. He blushes and then has to apologize profusely, telling her they don't have two rooms that are attached, but he does offer her a slight discount (she's sure he'll regret it later, but oh well). The key is placed in her hand, some of the bank notes are placed in his, and she heads back outside to find Eames. ]
We've one room with two beds and a curtain to separate it. There is a tub already in the room, however, and we've two stalls for the horses, as well as a slight discount because I'm pretty.
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[ He forces himself up, though, patting some of the dust off his trousers. ] If you want to have them send water up to the room, I'll untack Sunny while you wash up from the road and take my turn afterward.
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Nodding, she takes out the remaining bank notes and passes them back. ] The room is number five. Second floor, as the first seems to have a sitting area -- though it seems the town has no shortage of saloons, as he attempted to babble about places I should be careful of. [ Snort. ]
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Though do be sure to lock the door while you're bathing. [ He'll just pick it if he gets back earlier than her finishing - she does have a lot of hair, after all. He could just use some of hers, in the end. He unlatches one of the saddle bags - Ariadne's - and hands it off to her, the one with some of her clothing and essentials.
This time, it's his turn to waggle his fingers perhaps excessively before leading Sunny to the stables. He'll be bringing the rest of the bags and the saddle itself (it's a nice one, he wont be surprised if someone tries to steal it if he leaves it out) to the room when he's done brushing and cooling her off. ]
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The door locked behind her, Ariadne takes stock of the room before drawing the curtains -- both the one on the small window and across the room. Then she lets her hair down, pulling out the various pins (useful for lock picking themselves) and setting them near the vanity. Eames' side of the room, by the door, has a chair, and there are also two small dressers. That's where her saddlebag goes, clothing shed onto the floor and knives placed by the tub before she draws out something fresh to wear. Then it's into the water. ]
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How's the soap?
[ He announces his presence that way, in any case, dropping the saddle off near the dresser and the rest of the bags on top of it. There's a small wash bowl on one of them which he collects, opening the curtain just enough to slide it through in unspoken request to give him some of that bath water so he can start on washing at least his face and pits, maybe make for a shave. ]
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They gave me lavender scented. I suspect the man down below may propose marriage next, if he isn't fired first. [ There's a distressing amount of glee despite that possible fate, either because of how well her eyelashes worked on him or because Eames will have to wash with flowery soap. The bowl is grabbed, filled up with soapy water, and then passed back. ]
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You can do better than a boarding assistant, though.
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[ There's some movement from her side of the curtain, water being poured. She does have an awful lot of hair, but cutting it too short will attract attention as well. ]
Oh? Such as? [ It's not something she's given much thought to, really; doubtlessly her mother had, when she was alive, and after she passed, her father may have too. But not Ariadne. ]
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[ For certain benefits, heh. Head bowed toward the bowl, he starts washing his hair in earnest, threading out the product and grit. ]
But someone you love, all the same. I hear romance isn't completely dead in the West yet.
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[ She'd splash him if there weren't a curtain in the way. Instead she scrubs her hair. ]
My parents managed well enough, for a while. I'm not quite sure I'll have the same luck, good or bad.
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[ But then, as far as Eames knows, Ariadne has never been a lover in the emotional sense. It could be he just doesn't know everything there is about her, but still - they say you only feel real love once. Eames thinks most sayings like that are bollocks and that love is whatever people desire out of it, much like anything - subjective and petulant all in one. ]
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She doesn't reply for a while, focusing on bathing instead before sloshing slightly. ] Oh-- could you pass me a towel, please?
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Finished? [ he's done best he could for his hair and the bowl, but he'll save his shave for afterward. ]
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Yes, I'm finished. Give me a moment. [ She'd like to dry off at least partially, as well as collect her knives. She can get dressed on the other side of the curtain. ]
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[ eames will just be on the otherside of the curtain, smelling like sweat and also horse. ]
We'll have to find you work.
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[ There are worse smells. ]
I will have to find me work. You can focus on yourself.
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[ He nudges at the curtain a bit, pulling it back to see if she's wrapped up yet. ]
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[ She is, crouched down next to the tub and gathering her knives. Most of them are already in their thigh holster, but there's a large hunting knife that she tends to tuck into her back in her hands now. ]
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[ But that's not what they're trying to do anymore, for now, is it? He starts unfastening his trousers, pleased to see the bath water doesn't look too grimy after Ariadne's bath. Pulling the curtains open the rest of the way, he's utterly unsuprised to see Ariadne's knives out and about - them a regular appearance. ]
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If you're going to be picking up any prostitutes, keep them at the brothel, please.
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