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Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 24, 2008 4:50:09 GMT -5
“Well yes, just a slap. I mean, some woman have it a lot worse. And god as my witness that’s the first time Alex has ever raised a hand to me. He’s a good man Henry.” Rose insisted, it seemed important to her that he understand that Alex wasn’t a bad guy. “ Oh but it is my fault, I shouldn’t have let Alex barge in like that.” she argued back, arm wrapped in his, as she led him to the door. “Perhaps we should take your carrageen? I don’t have one or I’d offer you a ride” She watched Henry twitch and wince at his nose. “Poor Henry. Does it hurt terribly?” She asked looking at it. “I think it’ll be fine but we should still have Doctor Franklin look at it.” Pushing open the doors she stood on the porch for a moment. Looking at him. “ Alex is my very dearest friend, but nothing more then that, nothing…improper.” Rose said, blushing bright red. “ I won’t argue with you now, not while your hurting.” Rose said, unwilling to talk money. He smiled at her, and Rose felt her heart stop for a moment, and then he traced his thumb down her tear streaked and sore cheek. She flushed, looked down quickly and turned away, completely, utterly embarrassed. “Mr. Barton.” she said, swallowing and loosing what she was going to say.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 24, 2008 4:57:00 GMT -5
"That doesn't make it right.." There was always a first time, and that was sometimes just the start for the next time, and the time after that! But it was obvious this man was special to her for some reason, and for that Henry let his anger go and said nothing more on the subject of Alex Manson. Henry shook his head in response to the carraige. "Unless your Doctor is a dozen miles away, I don't think the walk will kill me." he said with a weak laugh. "Does it hurt? No.. Naw.. Not really.. well a little.. I mean he did punch me.. In the face on top of that.." he rambled a bit before she started to explain her relationship with Alex. "OH...." was all he could manage to say, before trying to explain any interest away. "Well I undertand.. but really.. None of my business right? I mean.. thats your business a,d your business alone.. Unless he was hurting you or something and that's not right at all.. erm.." he fell silent, then clearing his throat. "I understand.." And then they had somewhat of a tender moment, lightly Barton licked his lips before clearing his throat. "Where were we going again? Oh.. The Doctor wasnt it?"
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Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 24, 2008 23:39:44 GMT -5
Rose said nothing more in defense of Alex or their relationship. Though she did turn quiet pink when Henry started saying it was none of his business. “Oh no, of course not, I…er..that is I shouldn’t have been talking about it. Personal laundry and all that” Rose replied, chastising herself for assuming Mr. Barton might want to know that she and Alex weren’t anything other then friends. There was another one of those horribly awkward silences, and then he asked where they were going again. “Oh yes, Doctor Franklin. He’s not too far, really. Just a little ways, he and his assistant, are very nice.” Rose said, though she’d only been there once when a guest had fallen down her stairs and sprained his ankle. Very carefully, Rose thought of nothing as she led Henry along.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 24, 2008 23:57:23 GMT -5
Again the name Franklin rung a bell in the back of Henrys mind, but he knew it was probably tothing. "No no.. Stop being sorry! Please! it's quite alright." he assured her, offering her a smile as they finally got through the front door. He was totally at her mercy as he had no idea where anything but the Hotel was at this point. Stepping out onto the front porch, Henry sort of forgot about the altercation he'd just been involved in as he found himself back in the stark reality that was Lost Haven. The Five Graces Hotel was quite nice, almost nice enough to pass as a small hotel in Boston and it seemed totally out of place in this enviroment. "Your hotel is really nice.." He remarked absently to her, feeling a cool breeze sweeping down through the street. The temperatures in this area of Arizona in March were quite tolerable and actually kind of nice compared to the harsh Boston winters Henry was used to. He allowed Rose to show him the way, as he took in his new surroundings. "How long have you been here anyway?" he asked.
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Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 25, 2008 3:58:11 GMT -5
Returning the smile, Rose led them down the walk way. “Thank you, Alex and I worked very hard on it. I’m pleased with how nice it turned out to be.” She lifted one hand, shielding her eyes from the dust and sun. It was a nice day, nicer then some they’d seen. Glancing over at Henry, she paused over his question. “ It’s been almost three years now. It all blurs together. We’ve only been open for the past year or so. It’s still a new hotel. It used to be open, back before this became a real booming town…But from what I could gather the previous owner thought he was haunted or cursed and let the place fall.” Now there was something Rose could talk and talk about, her Hotel. The one place where she was at home, confidant and moved with ease. She pointed a little up the road. “ That’s his, right up there.” It only took them about three minutes more to walk, she knocked on the door easing Henry into the building. “Doctor Franklin? Miss Franklin?” She called out looking around.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 25, 2008 4:04:38 GMT -5
Henry perked a brow at the mentioning of the hotel being 'haunted. "Oooh.. Ghost stories.. Now thats something I can always enjoy." he mused, he'd certainly heard his fair share of ghost stories growing up in Boston and somehow he still enjoyed them. "We should swap stories sometime." By now he'd kind of forgotten about the fact he'd been bleeding from his nose, and in fact a streak of blood was working its way down from his nostril and down over his lip now. But none the less, they arrived at the Doctors Office within a few minutes, quietly he allowed Rose to take the lead and waited for her to make proper introductions.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 25, 2008 4:28:02 GMT -5
“Miss Franklin?”
How she hated that. Though, having no family name herself didn't necessarily help the situation. O-Suzu shook her head. Still, it was better than being called Susie. But anyway, there was obviously something wrong and since the doctor was busy with another patient O-Suzu had to take a look at the problem. If it was serious she'd certainly get the doctor. The young woman opened the door to the small room where, not too long ago, Jesse had his wound treated and stepped out to meet Rose and Barton. “Yes? What's the problem?”
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Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 25, 2008 4:33:47 GMT -5
Rose took her hankie and wiped at the blood trickling down. Looking up as the other woman entered she smiled apologetically. "Sorry to bother you like this, but could you have a look at Mr. Barton's nose?" Stepping away from Henry she let her hands fall away from him. "There was a small...fight really. But Mr. Barton here was punched, and we just wanted to make sure it wasn't broken...his nose I mean." Rose stumbled over her words, then fell silent. She always got so tongue tied around the other woman. Doctor Franklin's nurse, companion what ever she was, was very out spoken and independent. Something Rose greatly admired. She blushed a little and touched her hair with one hand. Rubbing her bruised cheek with the other thinking about Alex's strange behavior.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 25, 2008 4:38:52 GMT -5
The blood running down Henrys face should've given some indication that there was a bit of a problem. "Yeah.. I don't know.. I mean.. Its bleeding.. or it was.." Not that he realized it was STILL bleeding. "But its tender, well it hurts actually. Im not sure if its broken or not.. Just.. Yes Just here to make sure." he said clearing his throat, smiling at O-Suzu. The woman was a bit of a surprise to him, Obviously he'd seen Chinese people before but this woman? She was obviously not Chinese, But he said nothing of it as he stood there awkwardly
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 25, 2008 4:50:15 GMT -5
A bleeding nose. Oh gods. A bleeding nose. Seeing a doctor for that was a bit redundant, at least in her opinion. “Really? Let me have a look.” If it was broken, then doctor Franklin would have to take a look at it, if it wasn't... He could still look at it, but it wasn't really necessary. O-Suzu brought up her right hand and placed three fingers on Barton's nose. It was a rather uncomfortable way to figure out whether it was broken or not, but x-ray machines would not be developed for a while, so O-Suzu lacked any better way. Once her fingers were at their target, she held on to the nose and tried to push it slightly right and left. If it was broken, then she'd be able to feel it easily. The blood wasn't the problem, she knew that there were many bloodvessels in the nose. “Doesn't seem to be broken. But...”
“Take those three and come again tomorrow. We're on the right way,” sounded doctor Franklin's voice indicating that he was done.
“But,” O-Suzu picked up her sentence, “doctor Franklin can have a look at it if you want.” With that she turned away from them and opened the door to the room. “Sensei. There's a guy who thinks his nose might be broken, but it doesn't look like it.”
They both knew that there weren't a lot of people who put trust into what O-Suzu said. “Bring him in.”
O-Suzu stepped aside to let Rose and Barton pass.
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Post by Rose and Alex on Mar 25, 2008 4:55:03 GMT -5
Rose nodded her head "Thank you" To O-Suzu and followed Barton in. Normally Rose wouldn't leave her hotel for anything, but it was her, well not her fault it was Alex's fault, but still she felt responsible. So she followed Henry into Doctor Franklin's room, staying just a little behind Henry.
((Tiny post because I've been shocked stupid...))
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 25, 2008 16:40:50 GMT -5
"OW!" Barton yelped as O-Suzu felt of his nose trying to see if it was broken or not. It was definitly 'uncomfortable' broken or not. "Just really.... OW! Te.. Tender.." he explained meekly, sighing a bit just before she started pushing it from side to side. "Gah! Ouch!" He mumbled under his breath as she finished. "Whatever you think is best.." After that painful examination he was half tempted to give her a no thank you and be on his way! But if it was broken, could he afford for it to heal up incorrectly and look like some sort of hillbilly from the hills?! He spared O-Suzu a polite nod as she let him and Rose pass into the Doctors Office "Oh, Doctor Franklin.. Good afternoon." he tried to smile, but even that was painful! "Not sure if its Broken or not Sir, Took a little punch and it.. well it hurts! I'd hate to look like a person from the hills." He quiped, trying to lighten his own mood as well as the others.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 25, 2008 17:04:46 GMT -5
“Sit on the table,” Franklin said without looking up from a letter. After a few seconds he put the piece of paper back on the small desk close to the wall and focused his attention on Henry. Barton. Why did that sound familiar? Oh yes, there were Bartons in Boston. Was the boy related to them? His brothers would know. Oh well, it wasn't really important.
“Punched?” The doctor mused. “This seems to be a day of people having a lot of strange accidents.” First, that silly boy got himself shot. Then a man working with the post office had a horse stepping on his foot. And now this. Calmly Charles focused his attention on the man's nose. Narrowing his eyes he put Barton through the same procedures as O-Suzu had done. His conclusion came swiftly. “No son, it's not broken, but you better watch out in the future. Some people here are a bit... Well, different.”
The doctor turned around for his tools. “You'll have to breath through the mouth for a while if you want the bleeding to stop.” Returning back to Barton he had two small pieces of cotton wool ready. “You have two options. First one, I put these two into your nose. In about an hour or so you can then remove them. Or you keep your hand up and squeeze your nose shut. I'd go for the first method myself, keeps the hands free.” That was all Franklin could do. Since it wasn't broken the only really annoying part was the bleeding. That would eventually stop by itself, with or without outside help, but usually people didn't want to wait that long. “Your choice son.”
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 26, 2008 11:58:30 GMT -5
Meanwhile... Not far from the mining operations a brown mare was trotting along the road. On top of the horse sat a man of average height. The most significant thing about him was his big hat, and his rather large and unkempt mustache and goatee. A lot of people would also have wondered about the fact that he wasn't carrying any weapons, well, apart from a bowie knife on his belt. But other than that there was not a single gun or rifle on him or his horse. Certainly an odd view in a place like this. He had heard the explosions earlier and had decided to follow the noise, which hadn't been too hard. The people at Excelsior Mining seemed to use a lot of dynamite. A tad bit too much of it. He knew too well that too much wasn't always a good idea. Especially not when... Harry Lefcourt never finished that thought. A sudden explosion disturbed the scene. It was too loud and far too close. Too much dynamite again. But that wouldn't have been the problem. The horse, however, was the problem. It took a sudden jump and forced Harry to dismount, not in the most pleasant way. When he suddenly found himself on the ground he blinked once. “What the... Horse, everything's fine.” But Lucy, that was its name, decided that this was a lie. She took off at full speed. “Come back you coward!”Of course, the horse didn't listen and continued to run abandoning Harry right where it threw him off. “Isn't that just great. Oh well.” He shook his head and then followed Lucy. Dumb horse. No, worse, dumb people with their dynamite. “Bloody amateurs.”--- It was a day like many others and it was a town like many others. There was nothing spectacular about it, except maybe the mines. But other than that it was quite disappointing and maybe even a little bit disgusting. It certainly wasn't New York. Or even Atlanta. Ah, Atlanta, that had been fun back in the days. Teaching those rebels a proper lesson. Oh he certainly missed that part. Pacifying Indians had its merits, but it was far from really challenging. Not to mention those damn rules the army had decided to impose on its men. Rules, who needed them? Especially when fighting those red savages. Ridiculous. Oh well. As he rode into town he attracted a tad bit of attention, after all he wasn't dressed like the normal drifter, dirty and worn down. No sir. Only the best was good enough for George Vandervoort. Carrying only one pistol rather high on his belt on his right side was not necessarily common. Too many of those guncrazy cowboys would usually carry two, and that rather low. Vandervoort had never understood them. Fools they were. As easy to pick off as contraband. He noticed that some of the passing people stared at the long cylinder which was attached to the saddle. Then they could see that it seemed to be a rifle, perfectly protected from dust and other dirt. Lost Haven What a name. He had seen his fair share of oddball little towns with horrible names. New Hope, for example, or even Daisy Town. And now Lost Haven. Lost it certainly was. A haven however, hardly. It was just another dirt packed mining town -it was usually either that or a cattle town full of stinking cows. Go west young man, go west. Couldn't those stinking immigrants stay in the slums of the East Coast? Bloody foreigners. Irish and German mostly, and Italian. Not to mention those Chinese and, of course, those damn Niggers. Why had that stupid oaf Lincoln freed them? Oh, what did it matter, he had gotten what he deserved, hadn't he? Bullet in the skull. Too little, too late though. Someone should have smoked that fool earlier. On the other hand, without Lincoln there wouldn't have been the Civil War, and without that George would have spend several years in pure and utter boredom. It seemed that Lincoln had been useful for at least one thing. Lost Haven His past jobs had paid rather well, so he wasn't in need of a new one right now. But George Vandervoort was bored and he had to cure his boredom. He had heard that there were mining operations in and around Lost Haven and it was unlikely that there was just one mining company. More than one meant competition, more than one meant troubles. Just the thing he was looking for.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 26, 2008 17:34:41 GMT -5
"Having a bit of trouble there?! A voice bellowed from a bit further down the road. It was Marshal Stevens, Mine foreman and defacto cheif of Excelsiors mining operations after the death of their boss in an unfortunate street accident. He knew all to well the complaints that Lefcourt had with their 'excessive' use of dynamite but some of the crews had more or less refused to change their ways for various reasons. "Gonna need to see the Doctor for a bruised ass or what?" he joked while still feeling the mans pain. Of course he hadn't came all the way up here just to mock and tease the large man, he had an invitation for him. Pulling back gently on the reins his horse came to a stop while Stevens gazed down at who he considered to be the best mining engineer in all of Arizona. Even though he knew the man could be a bit outspoken and loud, there was no doubt he'd give Barton all the answers he could ever want. Maybe real change had arrived in Lost Haven, there was plenty of room for improvement in their operations and Stevens felt these two men could deliver just that. Lost HavenBuzzed yes that was the word to describe Marshal Sullivan who'd enjoyed a few drinks with Doctor Franklin which had come as a lovely way of blowing off some mid-day steam. Despite the few drinks he was perfectly fit to do his job still, or so he believed anyway and was walking his usual route down Fremont street now. It'd been peaceful or what passed as peaceful in this place since that shooting earlier but that'd change as the hours grew later and the sun started to dip below the Mountains. If there was just one thing about the Marshal that could be said was the fact that he knew what was going on unlike the Mayor. Sullivan had become a man of many trades during his time in Lost Haven, not only was he the Marshal but also the Tax collector, Captain of the Fire Brigade, Chairman of the Non-partisan Anti Chinese league and even sat on the Townlot commission and he even peddled the services of certain businesses to new-comers for kickbacks. Sullivan was a man of many parts, and for that he wasn't hurting financially by any means. Nevertheless he was always on the out look for any newcomers who might need some help getting oriented in this place whom he could make a profit off of. Today wouldn't be a disappointment as those newcomers usually stuck out like a sore thumb and allowed him to swoop in with ease. Along Fremont and Fourth he spotted a man that definitely stood out amongst the citizens of Lost Haven. The man was immaculately dressed, a true proper gentlemen and while that wasn't necessarily uncommon on Fremont this man stood out with the revolver he wore on his belt and the cylinder strapped to his horse, along with a certain aura he had about him. No, Bill didn't recognize this man and it seemed he certainly need some help. He paused outside of the corner saloon, leaning against a support beam for the sidewalk awning watching the man ride closer and closer. When he was finally within ear shot Bill called out to him. "Newcomer eh?" he said while waving the man over, it wasn't all about money of course. Bill was somewhat serious about helping people but it also helped his job as Marshal, meeting all of the newcomers who wandered in and sizing them up before they had a chance to stir up trouble or become victims. Though as he sized this man up, it seemed he wasn't one that'd fit the bill of a victim.. Oh no, This man looked as if he could certainly cause some trouble.. "Welcome to Lost Have."
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