Clementine fires twice again in quick succession, at the creature as it charges Shane.
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A fraction of a second after Winona's shot rings out Clementine's revolver barks twice in quick succession.
Clementine takes off her hat as they enter and sits down with the others, sitting silently as she watches the conversation with wide-eyes as she watches a character from her books go about such a normal life. At the sound of the squeal, however, she stands in alarm, pushing her chair back, her six-shooter in hand before even thinking as she follows the others outside.
Sorry for the delay - been slammed at work.
Clementine's eyes widen as the sheriff speaks and she heels her horse further forward to listen to the tale.
Clementine hefts her carbine when the body comes into view, letting the others examine it whilst she keeps an eye on the area. When the sheriff suggests they move on she nods and follows, continuing to scan their surroundings,
Clementine quickly darts back to change (again) into her traveling clothes and then joins the others at the stables, mounting Rascal as they prepare to leave.
Clementine lifts her skirts clear of the muddy street and hastily follows the sheriff to the scene. As the shots ring out, she pulls out her six-shooter and turns the corner just as another shot buries itself in the Red Velvet above her. Quickly she brings up her gun towards one of the goons and sends a shot at him, aiming at his legs.
Clementine watches the scene unfold, involuntarily giving a small cry as the dog disappears beneath the wheels of the carriage. Angry, she moves over towards the scene, storming right up too the new arrival. "What the heck do you think you were about? You've no business riding around on that thing if you can't even control it! Now look what's happened! That could just as easily have been a child!" she dresses the man down, punctuating each point with a firm poke in the chest. Perception:
If he is:
Clementine nudges the professor and nods at the approaching box wagon She reaches into her bag and moves towards a convenient pile of barrels behind which she might be able to hide. Doing her best all the while to remain inconspicuous. Bluff: [ooc]+1 more if they are (or could be) attracted to her.
Clementine takes up position in the street across the from the Red Velvet, idly looking through the wares of a shop but keeping an eye out on the passers-by and the saloon. Perception:
Clementine rises a little later than is her usual habit the next day and dresses in more conventional and less conspicuous than the clothes she had worn on the trek to town. She does, however, secret her two six-shooters in a small hand-bag which she carries with her, leaving the carbine she had retrieved from the train in her room. Making her way downstairs, she briefly stops to check on the twins before making her way through the unpaved streets towards the jail where she finds the professor nursing a cup of coffee. "Good morning gentlemen" she greets them, taking a cup for herself, "I trust you slept well?"
After the meal Clementine makes sure that the twins are well settled with the widow before following the others into the Saloon, accepting a whiskey which she nurses as the others begin to their card game, politely declining to join in but instead taking a nearby seat from which she watches proceedings, listening and joining in the conversation.
Clementine stands protectively in front of the tent within which the children are asleep, nodding in support of Winona's comment and keeping a careful eye on the riders. Sense motive:
"A writer? There was a bookish type on the train who tried to hide... I thought he must've been killed but if he got caught they must've gone back to the train after we left. Strange that he didn't come out once the bandit's had gone!"
Sorry for the delay,.. been unable to access internet for a couple of days.
Clementine leads Rascal into the clearing, helps the children to the ground and sets them on a convenient log before returning to her horse and removing the saddlebags, saddle and bridle which she sets on the ground, giving the animal a pat and leading it over to a patch of grass, where she ties it up. Returning to her saddlebags, she rummages around, drawing forth a small tent which she efficiently assembles between two trees. As she works she listens to the others planning. "I'll help out too," she says "Happy to take the last watch, I'm an early riser anyway."
Before they leave Clementine rummages quickly through her saddlebags, bringing out a bundle "I'll be back in a moment" she says to the others before ducking back into the train. Several minutes later she reemerges having changed from her modest skirt into a somewhat stereotyped version of what Easterners would consider to be 'wild west' clothes: boots, a broad rimmed hat and rather tight buckskin trousers, although she retains the light cloth shirt she previously wore. Blushing at the bemused looks she draws, she explains. "Um,.. I thought that these might be more suitable for the journey. I know they're a bit,.. garish. I used to be in a wild west show back east and this was what Pa gave me to wear... He said it'd draw in the crowds. They're well made though and certainly easier to get around in than skirts."
Clementine squats down to meet the twins face to face. "Ok boys. My name's Clementine and these others and I will look after you until we get to town, OK? This here, "[b] she says, indicating her horse,.. a skewbald mare which stands calmly as she lifts the boys into its saddle, [b]"is 'Rascal', and she'll look after you, don't worry about that. Ok, now we're going to be on the move for a couple of days, alright? So we'll be camping tonight but we'll all be here tp make sure nothing goes wrong." Diplomacy:
Once the boys are safely astride Rascal, Clem turns to the others, picking up the carbine she grabbed aboard the train from where she'd left it lying on the ground. "I guess the easiest way to town'd be to follow the railway. Seems like that'd make us easy to find though if they come looking for us. Anyone here know another way there?"
Clementine nods in agreement with 'the professor' and, once she's helped any passengers and retrieved her gear, she helps in gathering up any guns or ammunition.
Clementine holsters her gun as the raiders ride away and quickly moves the rest of the way towards the downed soldiers, picking one of the carbines off the floor and quickly checking it's condition. Turning to the train she nods at the shouts of the other two passengers. Slowly she makes her way back to her seat, helping any passengers who need aid. she shouts down the carriage,
Clementine pauses in her progress towards the downed troopers as she hears the approaching hoof-beats. Once again poking her head above the window she brings up her six-shooter, targeting the closer of the two men as he rides past, before she ducks back down below the window. Rolls:
Clementine welcomes the journey westward, peering excitedly out of the window as the landscape slowly changes as they travel, and joining the children in their gasps at the sight of buffalo, antelope and other unfamiliar animals and plants. Whilst she manages to catch a few hours of sleep, her excitement keeps her from staying asleep for too long. When the train whistle starts to sound repeatedly, Clementine leans over to peer out the window, only to be knocked back on to her seat as the brakes bring the train to a sudden halt. At the sound of the explosion from the front of the train, she instinctively ducks down below the window, glancing around at the other passengers just as bullets pepper the carriage. Quickly Clem stands and pulls some saddlebags from the overhead compartment, rifling around inside and pulling out a belt with two revolvers which she buckles around her waist and then pulling out one of them and quickly looking out the window. Turing back to the other passengers, she focuses on a huddling child. "Get down" she says, keeping her voice as calm as she can. "That's right, right under the seat." Seeing the two downed soldiers' carbines lying unattended, she first takes a shot out the window, and then begins working her way towards them, cursing her decision to wear her best dress for the journey. Rolls: |