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[not_his_pa]

[OOM: When the only ones who know what really happened are an outlaw, a dead man, a boy and a Pinkerton, rumors breed.]

When William opens the tack room door and finds Milliways, he sighs and pulls his hat down to cover his split lip and bruised eye. He doesn't even go to the Bar, just sits near the fire, where a rat brings him some ice in cloth. After a quick thank you, it leaves him alone and he sighs, he hates this.

His father died a good man, just because Wade made sure they got their money doesn't mean anything than the fact that he kept his word. Its still Wade's fault that his Pa was shot in Contention.

Tiny tag: William Evans

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[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data walks in with Spot and walks directly to Bar. He asks for cat food and a bowl promptly appears, but Data lets it sit there for a moment while he turns to scan the entirety of the bar. Spot cranes his neck, sniffing for the food longingly.

[not_his_pa]

William notices him, he hasn't forgotten the mechanical man though he didn't have a cat before and pulls his hat down which hurts.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data notices, and leans over a little, trying to catch the young man's eye. He does not believe he has met the person.

"Hello," he greets politely.

[not_his_pa]

"Hello, sir,"

William says though its not as clear as he'd like, because his lip's hurting.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data blinks. "Are you all right? You appear to be injured."

[not_his_pa]

"Its nothin' too bad. Not sure why you'd care since it'd be doin' something for other folks."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

A pause.

"I beg your pardon?"

[electro_kinetic]

There is the shape of a young woman sprawled in a chair by William's. Nori doesn't look too bad--though considering the definition of 'bad' in her world exceeds being covered in dirt, mud splatters, grass stains and blood smears from the scratches on her biceps and shoulders, this might not say much--but she's still in her uniform, the latexed leather and spandex in stark black and yellow, her metal-covered arms crossed behind her neck under the spill of bright blue hair.

She also has a hell of a black eye that'll bloom like some sort of twisted daisy over the next few days, a long irritated cut on the right side of her waist, and a split lip she's doing her best to ignore.

[not_his_pa]

Her uniform catches his eye, he's not sure why anyone would wear anything so bright and nods to her as he adjusts the ice on his lip.

[electro_kinetic]

She nods back, adjusting and finally getting comfortable in the skintight ensemble. "Get in a fight?" The addendum of 'because you look like hell, kid,' goes unsaid.

She has no ice; Nori can just touch her eye with her fingers if she wants the unpleasant jolt of cold sensation to numb the throbbing, which right now she cn deal with okay.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, ma'am. I was winnin'. What about you?"

He wants to ask about why she's dressed like that and has hair an odd color, but that would be rude. Also talking still kind of hurts.

[electro_kinetic]

"Oh, I won, but got the shit kicked out of me."

For all the Hellion is good with his telekinesis to the point of being dangerous, he's still susceptible to electric shock when he's touching something metal. "Who were you fighting?"

[not_his_pa]

"Boy from school, ma'am,"

Maybe he should congratulate her on winning though she doesn't sound happy about it.

[guppy_sandhu]

"You okay there?" Guppy asks the kid with the big hat.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir,"

William says, but it ends up a little mumbled since he's holding the ice on his lip.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Would you like some help?" Guppy asks.

[not_his_pa]

"I've got some ice, sir. Just waitin' for the swellin' to go down before I head home."

[guppy_sandhu]

"I'm a doctor." Guppy says. "My name's Guppy. I can take a look at it if you want. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, just a bit bruised,"

He knows he's going to be hurting later, but for now he's more worried about his mother yelling.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She eyes him from across the room. It's the little human again, the cute tiny one that's so polite, but can't quite seem to handle vodka.

Hmmm.

A few minutes later she sets a plate next to him, and flops into the nearest seat.

The plate holds a steak.

A very bloody steak.

What? It's traditional because it works.

[not_his_pa]

He eyes the steak and quickly switches his ice out for it,

"Thank you, ma'am. Would have one if we hadn't been pulled apart."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She... doesn't quite understand that, and puts it down to being hit about the head a couple times.

"Next time, duck." This is the advice of a battle mage. Even they have to get out of the way sometimes.

[not_his_pa]

"I hit him first, ma'am. He was tellin' lies about my mother,"

Which clearly means he had to fight for her.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Katya, tragically, still isn't seeing the problem.

"So you hit them, then duck." She bounces back onto her feet and demonstrates, shadow-boxing with the speed of a striking snake.

"See? Get a good shot in, and down, then up and hit him again."

Katya is possibly not a good influence for normal people.

[not_his_pa]

"We ended up sort of wrestling and I do know how to duck,"

She's really fast and he leans forward to watch her,

"You're fast."