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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. ]
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