Cowboy Roleplay

*no...shadow can't be....*

 

-I sigh and listen to the piano player I'm the bar-

 

-falls and blacks out-


"help.....Bunnie where are you?"


"......"

 

-I look at Bunnie wide eyed-

"What the...."

 

-Bunnie growls-


"ah!!!!"

 

"You alright there?"

 

-she bites her lip and pulls out a metal tool and tightens the screws in her leg-

"fuck no..."

 

"What the hell is wrong then!? I'm not a mind reader!"

 

"shut the hell up!"


-Bunnie stands and everybody in the saloon stands back and she pulls out a revolver-


"do you know who I am? I'm part machine for lords sake!"

-puts revolver to sal's head-

 

-I knock the revolver away standing up and rolling over the bar drawing my dual revolvers.-

"What the hell did I do?"

 

"don't piss me off and you'll be fine."

-a guy taps her shoulder an holds glock to her head/

"what do you think your doing miss Bunnie vurden? Your not the boss of this-"

-Bunnie roundhouse kicks the man and shoots him in the heart-


"anybody else that would like to try my patience?"

 

-I keep my revolvers drawn-

 

-she puts her hands on her hips-

"well I'll be damned! Is that you silver?"

-she laughs and points to a guy in the room-

 

*stands*

"the hell! Bunnie, snap the f*** out of it! Please! I don't want this to get bloody, or oily... Or... Whatever!"
*grabs rifle*

 

-she freezes and looks at smoke-

"hell smoke....I'm almost complete machinery...now back off and nobody will get hurt."

 

(lmao oily. )

-I don't let down my guard-

 

*spits to the ground*
"I knew these damn machines were no good."
*slings rifle on back, knowing I have no fight with my repeater*

 

-she grins and walks towards silver-

"now doll...I strictley remember you telling me I was pretty quite a few years before..."

 

"Eastern folk with their fancy contraptions."

 

*says to sal*
"damn straight"
*has a quick shot of whisky*