Everyone's welcome to join. I haven't roleplayed in awhile, and I want to get a story going! This is similar to Amethyst's free write. This doesn't have any initial set-up or story - just add more to it as you see fit. The only rules I'd like to impose are you're only in charge of your own character(s) and it takes place in the wild wild west.


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Samantha Cole squinted her eyes into the sunset, tipping her head down lower so the large brim of her dusty hat more adequately covered her equally dusty face. Set before her was an eerie ghost town - half in shadow from the setting sun and emanating such a sense of disquiet that Sam could swear the steed next to her shuddered.


'What do you think?" She asked the stolen horse she'd just dismounted from. "Is this worth our time, or what?"

The horse snorted and Sam nodded solemnly as though considering his reply. Her gloved hands moved habitually over her two revolvers, both situated in their familiar leather holsters on her left and right hips. The twitching was back in her fingers, shuffling over the leather in a frenzied dance. That sixth sense of hers told Sam that something about this seemingly empty town was not quite dead.

She twisted her head left, right - her long dark hair glimmering in the vestiges of the sinking horizon.

Something was about to happen. Samantha could feel it.

She reached out and gently patted the horse's flank. He was still breathing heavily after their frantic gallop through the desert.

Was she running to or from something? Samantha was no longer sure. All she was certain of at that moment, with her silhouette stretching further and further back from whence she'd come, was that she'd never go back.