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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 26, 2008 17:48:44 GMT -5
“Na, won't be necessary. Had that happen before, usually when the kids throw around dynamite as if there's no tomorrow.” Not to mention the amount of money they were blowing up for no reason. The use of explosives for mining operations was an art, but some of these people were like monkeys playing around with paint. Lucy, meanwhile, had stopped running away and was now grazing as if nothing had happened. She even gave Harry a look that seemed to say “Where have you been?” when he approached her. “Stupid horse,” Harry remarked, “I wonder what you'd have done at Gettysburg or Antietam. Them Yankees surely would have loved you.” It took him a bit longer than usual to mount the horse, but that was mainly due to the bruise that was already developing on the area he had landed on. --- George was about to dismount when Bill addressed him. Now, wasn't that guy a smart cookie? He had realized that George was new to the town. Amazing. But there was no harm in obeying the arm of the law, at least for now. Vandervoort stopped the horse and dismounted silently. “I certainly am, and thank you.” Then he proceeded to dust himself off. “So this is Lost Haven, interesting.” Having a short look around he decided not to pretend being very amazed. It was not amazing, so why pretend to be fascinated? “Say, do you know a decent hotel in this... town?” A little small talk, a little information, but George wouldn't introduce himself first.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 26, 2008 19:06:17 GMT -5
Henry obeyed the Doctor without a second thought as he sat down on the table. "Yes Sir," He said in response to the Doctors question, Henry was certainly a proper Boston gentlemen and respected his elders to the letter. "A man got a little rough with a friend of mine, and I tried to intervene.. but he landed a lucky blow I guess." Now that was an understandment if there ever was one, but he was trying to save face and care for his bruised ego. Again came the touching, shifting and poking from the Doctor just as his assistant had done a few moments earlier. "Ow!' he cringed from the pain, having a gut feeling it was broken just because of how it hurt him and it surprised him when Franklin dashed that opinion. "I'ts not broken?" He asked perking a brow, mildly surprised. "Well that's good to know.." That meant he wouldn't be disfigured like some of the ugly people around here. "Yes.. I've noticed.. rough and rowdy it seems." he said sparing Rose a momentary glance.
"I agree Doctor, the former option sounds best.." He smiled weakly, it certainly sounded better then blood running down his nose at every turn. Yes, Henry had a bit of a problem with nose bleeds when he was younger and really didn't want to deal with that again for any period of time. Barton cocked his head to one side, examing the Doctors face a bit as it seemed familier. "Doctor.. I.." before he could say anything else, he snorted and wiped his nose from the blood that was still trickling out. "Oh sorry about that.." he apologized, a little embarrassed. "But.. You wouldn't happen to be from Massachusetts by chance?" Besides the fact that his face had a familiar quality to it, the way the man spoke seemed to have a underlying Boston accent to it, though a bit tainted somehow.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 27, 2008 2:46:03 GMT -5
In the background Stevens chuckled at Harry's behalf, finding the situation between him and his horse rather amusing. "Well Lefcourt, I didn't come all the way up here to see you bust your ass." He explained while watching him mount up again. "I came up here to tell you that you're invited to dinner with the boss of bosses." An invitation in this regard was more like an order, you didn't turn down an invitation from the man who signed the checks! "Barton arrived this afternoon, He's looking for a little Q and A with the best of the best.. And when it comes to men such as yourself, Who's better?" The thought of Lefcourt being involved in a formal dinner with his attitudes and humor brought a grin to Stevens face. "He'll probably ask you to voice your gripes too God Help us all.."
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"Yes.. This is Lost Haven, a wretched hole by most standards but it's our wretched hole." Sullivan quipped having never bought into the hype about Lost Havens grand and spectaclar future, he saw it for what it was, just another boomtown set to die off when the prospecters found a bigger strike somewhere else. "Hotel?" He nodded, jabbing his thumb to his left towards the Five Graces. "Five Graces Hotel is the best in town, Heard a rumor they installed some new fancy water closet or some such contraption, Haven't checked it out myself but you're more then welcome to." Bill smirked at the man, picking up on his lackluster for the town. "It's not much, but sure is good for making a quick buck in the short term." He said before stepping down onto the dirt and offering his hand to the stranger. "I'm Bill Sullivan, Town Marshal, Chairman of the Chairman of the Non-partisan Anti Chinese league, Captain of the Fire brigade, Tax collector and unoffical door greeter for the town to name a few parts.. And you are?"
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 27, 2008 14:05:15 GMT -5
“No, it's not broken,” Franklin repeated to reassure the young man. “This'll hurt a bit, though.” But actually applying the two pieces of cotton wool didn't take too long, after all they weren't really huge. He still had to stuff them in, but of course not completely. “As I was saying, in about an hour you can remove them. I'm sure you could remove them even earlier, let's say in about half an hour. The bleeding should have stopped by then. If it's still bleeding, just squeeze your nose shut, that'll stop it as well.”O-Suzu was watching the whole procedure. She knew why it would stop the bleeding. Inside of the nose there was a mucous membrane, wet and extremely well supplied with blood vessels. Since it was wet it'd take longer to stop, longer when compared to normal skin. Applying pressure was usually the best solution. “Good, good,” Franklin said to himself before heading to his desk. That was O-Suzu's cue to add the finishing touches. “Massachusetts?” the doctor suddenly asked. “Yes, actually yes. I was born in Boston, but well, I've spent most of my years away from it.”--- “Barton,” Lefcourt repeated. Barton. Barton. Barton. Oh! Barton! The owner of Excelsior Mining was coming to this place? Interesting. Why would he be crazy enough to leave the comfortable East Coast and come to this place? Though, that wasn't really Lefcourt's concern, was it? “Dinner? That means I have to get cleaned up, no? Fancy dress party with them Yankees. Should be fun, right?” Ah, a formal dinner. Lot's of nicely dressed people, lot's of intellectual talk, pretty women, and decent food. Not to mention the alcohol. And maybe one or two controlled explosions to entertain the ladies. “Hmm,” Harry mused, “I also might need a suit.”--- “Five Graces you say? Thank you.” There was no need being rude right now. This was the long arm of the law and George needed to have a look at this town first, before choosing his ways. A fancy water closet? So civilization was finally hitting the West as well. Very nice. Vandervoort brought his hand up and patted the neck of the horse while listening to the marshal's introduction. Now, that was an interesting mass of jobs. “You have problems with the Chinese here?” That wouldn't really surprise Vandervoort. They were a problem, no matter where. They just didn't belong here. Just like those Irish or Italians. Not to mention those black monkeys and red savages. “Vandervoort, George Vandervoort.”
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 27, 2008 17:08:19 GMT -5
Boy the Doctor wasn't kidding! Henry shouted painfully as Franklin proceded to shove the cotten up his nose. "Thank you Doctor." he said meekly, rubbing his nose gently while the Doctor talked. "Really?" his bows perked a little realizing that maybe he did know or atleast know of the man. He thought on it a second before speaking. "I thought the name Franklin sounded familiar, Do you have much family there?" Somehow the fact that their Mayor was a Franklin had totally escaped his mind. "I spent a couple of years in Europe myself." He remarked understanding the desire to escape a place like Boston for awhile. "Strange place France is, whole different planet I swear." he mused. ---- Stevens laughed at the mere suggestion of Lefcourt in a suit. "You wearing a suit? That'll be the day." he said snickering a bit more. "I think he's wanting it to be more so informal, I think he's more concerned about getting down to business then making us all bathe.." Though he knew he might be wrong, but he only knew that Burke had told him. But he began to grin. "Besides, I think Barton might be interested in meeting a real man of the mines and mountains.. But I would suggest a bath.. It'll just me us, him and his right hand Lucas Burke.. Besides, who can pass up a free meal?" he quipped ---- "Yup." Bill nodded, thinking it was a shame that he didn't get kickbacks from the hotel but quality like that? It sold itself. Bill laughed a little over his question with the Chinese. "Had a few problems with them during the real Gold Rush days, Haven't liked them since.. All they do here is peddle their goddamn opium and cheap whores.. bad for business I tell you." he said grumbling, unfortunately the Mayor didn't see things his way on this issue but hopefully that'd change with new elections in the near future. "I take it you don't like them much either?" he asked, as George accepted his hand in a firm hand shake. "Pleased to meet you." It was nice meeting another like minded individual for a change.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 27, 2008 17:30:13 GMT -5
“Oh, I do. One brother's the mayor, the other's running my father's clinic. I took a different approach.” And that was an understatement. He had defied most rules of society and simply... taken off. Barton's comment about France made the doctor chuckle. “You should have been there during the revolution of 48. Chaos, pure and utter chaos. Lot's of alcohol and women. But of course, another Napoleon had to take over. But yes, Europe's interesting. But so's Asia.” The doctor looked up from one of his notes. “Actually, I think it's more interesting.” That was usually the moment when people started to count one and one together. And usually they would come to the wrong result because O-Suzu was neither his daughter, nor his lover. “You see, Mister Barton, I left around 46, didn't come back to Boston until last year.”
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“I don't mind a bath every now and then, but it's hard to get out there. I don't carry a tub around with me.” Informal sounded good and a free meal wasn't too bad either. Maybe a real bed, too? Ah, a real bed, with real pillows and a real blanket. Memories of home, weren't they? Though, the thought of having such a settled life... No sir, that wasn't the right thing for Harry. He preferred it the way it was. “If there'll be ladies present I might have to bring some explosives. Things that go boom always impress them.”
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Cheap opium and whores. Typical. George shook his head. “Always the same with those foreigners. They come here and think they own the place. And the government just allows it.” Oh yes, the government. A bunch of fools. “No marshal, I can't say that I like them.” He had a short look around. “At least you don't keep any monkeys around, that's good.” Monkeys, no, that didn't refer to apes. What Vandervoort was talking about were humans. Blacks. But then there were still those reds and their savage ways. Luckily, though, they usually didn't enter civilized areas such as towns.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 28, 2008 15:03:56 GMT -5
Having a sudden 'ah-ha' moment as Franklin acknowledged his brother as Bostons Mayor he snapped his fingers. "Yes, Somehow I think a place like this needs a Doctor much more then Boston, Seems we have one on every street corner." He couldn't remember all of the Doctors he'd known during his time in Boston, it was unreal really. "Shame I missed it, sounded a bit more interesting then my time there." Henry said chuckling about France. "I'm afraid I've not had the chance to visit Asia.." Trailing off he glanced at O-Suzu for a moment. [/b]"Perhaps someday."[/b] And that was a thought that brought a small smile to Henrys lips, yes he still had a strong desire to see much of the world someday. "You're a wise man then.. This place?" Henry said waving his hand around. "Much more interesting then the endless weddings and teaparties I've had to endure for far to many years."--- "Find a creek!" Stevens said laughing, was he serious? Possibly. "You could just go into town and get a bath somewhere on Main, theirs a new Barber shop offering 'em.." That was incorrect, the Barber shop really wasn't new, it was just.. under new management. "Unless you want me to stick a bath and room under company expenses." The man smirked a little, not like he hadn't wrote off truly unrelated things in the past. "Dynamite?" He cracked up laughing. "That could be.. an explosive situation!"---- "We have a few hidden around." Bill knew exactly what George meant as he'd heard every racial slur imaginable in his fourty some years, even though he cared little about that issue one way or another. "But the league is trying to get some action on this, though the Mayor is pretty much refusing.. I think he'll pay for that in 81." Which referred to the coming election. "Have a few Apache bands held up in the Mountains as well, Seems those sons of bitches are following Geronimo's lead and trying to hold out on us." Bill just shook his head, he'd had a few friends who'd been killed not only during the Indian Wars but a few who'd been killed over the past couple years in the surrounding areas of Lost Haven.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 28, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
O-Suzu was cleaning up already, though, there wasn't really much to clean. She noticed the short glance from Barton and believed that she knew exactly what the man was thinking. They were always the same, always. Everybody believed that she, somehow, belonged to doctor Franklin in an inappropriate way. And she was, slowly but steady, getting sick of it. Thus, she returned his glance with a look that would have reminded people of "why don't you just drop dead". “Wise?” Franklin mused. “Wise? No, not wise, just old. Just being old doesn't make one wise. We all get old eventually. But not necessarily wise.” Somehow he was taking a liking in the young Barton. He had never met anyone of the family, but knowing that they were rich people in Boston it was likely that they were dealing with various things. Charity and stuff. Charity was a good thing, but the doctor knew that many people, especially the rich ones, only did it to appease their own guilty conscience. “There was one good tea party in Boston, Mister Barton, don't you agree?”The young woman tilted her head for a second. A good tea party in Boston? Her mind raced through what the doctor had taught her. Oh, that one. She was inclined to agree with him on this. --- “Creek,” Harry had short look into the sky. “I think I rather wait for the rain. A creek is only useful for a while. Too cold at this time of the year if you ask me.” The barber shop sounded interesting, but that meant riding into town and that was something Harry wanted to wait with. “Explosive situations and women, that's not such a bad combination, is it? Besides, given how much money you people waste with your explosives I don't think a bath and room would really cause trouble.” Though, finances weren't really his thing. ---
So, there was an Indian problem. Lovely. Why Sullivan had to mention Geronimo Vandervoort didn't know. Geronimo had been a fool, all those reds had been fools. Trying to resist the future was pointless. There was simply no way for them to stop the settler from the East Coast on the long run. Surely, they could achieve one or two minor victories, but eventually they would simply be overwhelmed by the immigrants. Though, that sounded like an idea, didn't it? Leave the West to the immigrants, let them deal with the reds and all the other problems here. But then again, where would be the fun? Where the entertainment? Those immigrants simply didn't appreciate a proper adventure. They didn't have what was necessary. “Has anyone ever considered smoking them out?” Vandervoort had experience with them Injuns, back from his time in the army.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 28, 2008 17:48:29 GMT -5
The man was quite right about wasted explosives, there was plenty of waste in their operations and that was one reason profits weren't as high as they should be. "Not a bad combination at all friend, Just find a hotel and have them charge it to the company account, I'll take care of the rest." Glancing off in the distance Stevens surveyed one of the mining operations in the distance. "Dinner should be around seven o'clock so don't be late." He said shifting his gaze back to Harry. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
--- --- Chuckling softly Bill nodded affirmatively to Vandervoorts question. "The Army apparently has better things to do them chase a couple dozen Redskins down, So we're sort of left to our own device." The fact was most of the violence was restricted to Devils Canyon where the occasional traveler was attacked, and in many cases such deaths went unnoticed for weeks or even months. But when they attacked the Mining Operations in the Mountains? Action had been taken. "Awhile back Elliot Masters Cowboy crew tried to smoke em out... But those basters know those Mountains better then I know the back of my hand," He shook his head, He'd went along for that expeidtion and it'd been rather fustrationg. "Sometimes they behave themselves, other times they try to attack the Mining Camps in the hills or try and either steal or kill some of the cattle around these parts. I've been along for one of the hunts but.. It's not really town business so." Bill shrugged his shoulders, as long as they weren't trying to kill him he really didn't care.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Mar 28, 2008 18:45:06 GMT -5
“Why, thank you. What have I done to deserve such magnificent treatment?” With that Harry rose in his saddle, took off his hat and bowed, waving that hat like actors would do it. After putting it back on his glance focused on the mining operation for as second or two. “Seven, that's fine, I shall be there then.” Right now the idea of taking a bath didn't sound too bad. Harry turned his head to the side and tried to sniff at himself. “But first I think a bath might be in order.”
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So they had tried it and had failed. The army was useless, of course. The cavalry in the west had a hard time dealing with those reds, mainly because of all the bloody foreigners in its ranks. And those foreigners usually didn't even speak English. George's right eyebrow rose at the mention of the word “hunts”. They were hunting those reds? Now that sounded interesting. Hunting the reds. Custer had done it. Agreed, Custer had been an arrogant ass, but at least his basic idea had been the right one. It seemed that it was time to apply this idea to the reds in this area. “Marshal,” George suddenly said, “I think I'm beginning to like this place.”
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Post by Shane Lawson on Mar 30, 2008 17:22:39 GMT -5
"The boss gets what he wants." Stevens responded quite qute honestly, The boss wanted to see the best his company had to offer and Lefcourt was one of them, however the fact was that Marshal didn't know Barton that well, but somehow he doubted a snoot from Boston would want a smelly Mining Engineer siting across from him for dinner. "Yeah, A bath would be a good idea.. Otherwise.. I can see it now.." He smirked, pausing to chuckle. "The towns folk yelling 'Here comes Stinky Lefcourt!' and the town just empties out in the matter of minutes.. I think that'd be a bad first impression personally" But he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll see you at seven Lefcourt, Good day." he said while tipping his hat and pulling his horse around to ride off.
-- Bill chuckled softly at Georges remarks. "Well Mister Vandervoort.." He paused, thinking that was a mouthful, perhaps just Voort would be better? "This place sure can have it's moments I promise you." There was one question lingering on Sullivans mind, what did this man do exactly? The container on his horse certainly peaked his curiosity. "So tell me, What do you do exactly?"
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Apr 2, 2008 13:09:25 GMT -5
“They wouldn't dare. They know it would create an... explosive situation,” Harry joked. He wasn't the kind of person who'd just blow up people for no reason, or shoot them, unlike many others. But he had learned that an explosion here and there was usually enough to make people... reconsider. “At seven then, I shall be there.” Harry nodded, “If you'll excuse me now, I rather get moving before she makes another jump. A good day to you.” With that Harry took off into the direction of Lost Haven.
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Promise. Oh yes, this town really showed promise. He would stay around for a couple of days, maybe there was a way to make some additional money, preferably with a job that was also entertaining. The marshal's question wasn't really a surprise. People, sooner or later, always asked about this. And of course, as marshal he had to be curious. “I solve problems, marshal Sullivan,” Vandervoort replied eventually. “People come to me when they have certain problems, I solve those for them.” It was true, just that no one would come to George if he had a broken bone or a damaged roof. If it was a rancher who had problems with sheep farmers or another rancher, then he would certainly go to George. Problem solver. Pure and simple.
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Post by Shane Lawson on Apr 2, 2008 15:40:29 GMT -5
'A problem solver eh?' That would mean a hired gun in all likelihood or thats what Bill thought atleast. Somehow that fact didn't impress him all that much, Hired guns in these parts were a dime a dozen so what made this one special? Of course offically he couldn't condone such activities but.. "Hope you have some special talents mister, seems problem solvers are a dive a dozen around here." Though it was his business to welcome people, it wasnt so much his business to warn them of people like Masters and Barlows Cowboys, hardly anything happened in this town with out their approval. But then again? Sometimes a man like Masters needed special problem solvers.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Apr 2, 2008 15:56:15 GMT -5
“Oh I'm sure they are,” Vandervoort replied politely. He was somewhat used to this. People always had the bright idea to underestimate him. Some of them had paid dearly for it, others had paid very well, quite literally. “But I'm not too worried, marshal. Competition is what made this country great.” Unlike those Europeans and their kings and emperors. “Now, if you'd excuse me. I rather check in at that hotel before all the decent rooms are gone.” Apart from that he didn't like talking about business right there on the street, visible for everyone. That was just nasty and not what he was used to. "Have a good day, sir."
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Post by Rose and Alex on Apr 4, 2008 3:08:08 GMT -5
Rose followed Henry into the next room. She stood silently, watching them talk. At first she'd had her hand on Henry's elbow, but then she realized how silly she must look, he didn't need help. She stepped back tords the door. As Doctor Franklin and Henry talked and found a common connection Rose began to feel more and more out of place. She swallowed and looked around the room, one hand curling in her dress, the other touching her flaming red hair to make sure it was tightly sucred in the bun atop her head. She let out a small sigh and waited. Feeling ridiculous all she wanted to do now was return to the safty of her Hotel. She looked at O-Suzu, watching the other woman bussle around, confidant and sure. Looking back down at the ground she couldn't help but envy the other woman. Who was far away from her home, with dusty cowboys and still, she knew from the way boys talk, that the woman was mighty fierce. Edging a little closer to the door, she wondered how rude it would be to simply...go. Henry could find his own way back to the hotel. But...almost as soon as she thought it she knew it would be too rude. Poor Henry wouldn't be here if it weren't for her. Shoulders slumping just slightly she stayed out of the way and silent. All but feeling forgoten by them. Which, really was better that way.
((My spell check is not working and this keyboards space button has gone retarded. Forgive))
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