first entrance

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When the door opens, a shadow walks into the bar.

He lifts his head when he realizes that he's not where he was intending to be. The look that crosses his scarred face isn't a very pleased one, to say the least.

His clothes are an obvious indication of the time he's stepped in from (a dirty, bloodied Civil War uniform with Confederate insignia identifying him as a First Lieutenant of the Cavalry) and the twin holstered pistols on his gunbelt should tell people that he's not to be messed with.

Dark eyes survey the room from beneath the brim of his hat, and his grip on the (bloodstained?) burlap sack in his left hand tightens a fraction.

"Hrm."

This may be problematic.



Tinytag with a big scar: Jonah Hex

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[not_his_pa]

"Don't believe so, sir."

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"Hrm."

He contemplates another moment.

"Whiskey."

[not_his_pa]

Two glasses appear and William takes a long drink of one of them.

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Hex just blinks at that.

"...neat trick."

He reaches for the glass, then takes a slug off the glass. A thin dribble of liquor slides down his right cheek, but he doesn't even hesitate to wipe it with the back of his hand.

[not_his_pa]

"Milliways is magic, sir. Just ask and she'll give you what you need, sir."

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"Guess that keeps it simple."

Whiskey drained, he settles down on the barstool, looking over at the boy.

"So what's your name, son?"

[not_his_pa]

His face hasn't fully healed and he takes another sip before saying,

"William Evans, sir."

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"William Evans."

It's a strong name. A strong name will tell you a lot about the man who wears it.

"S'a nice cut you got there on your face, William Evans."

[not_his_pa]

"Got in a fight at school, sir, ain't that bad. Where you fightin', sir?"

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"Not fightin'," he smiles a bit. "Just workin'."

[not_his_pa]

William nods and looks down to take another drink,

"Just wonderin', sir."

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He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking.

(Feeling.)

"You weren't kiddin' when you said this place was magic, were you."

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, I wasn't. Don't understand how it works but it is,"

The whiskey helping him not think about what's in that bag and what his father's dead body felt like.

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"It's easier not t'think 'bout the particulars."

The rasp of a chair scraping against the hardwood behind him startles him (as much as he is ever startled, which isn't much) back into awareness.

[not_his_pa]

"You know about magic, sir?"

He hasn't met anyone from here and his time who has yet.

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His grin isn't quite settling, not in the slightest.

"Lil bit."

[not_his_pa]

Its just as worrying as that big and scar so William looks down again,

"A.are you dead, sir?"

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"No, not quite."

One foot in the grave and one foot out.

[not_his_pa]

That doesn't really help and William drinks some more whiskey.

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Hex can tell the boy is unsettled, and while part of him could use the amusement of unsettling him further...

"Let's just say I'm familiar with things havin' to do with dead folk."

Present company (the slowly-rotting skull in the burlap sack) included.

[not_his_pa]

"Right, sir, sorry for askin'. Just get dead folks here who look like they're livin'. Gets sort of worryin'."

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Now that gives him pause. He's felt the dead, of course -- but had just passed them off as the usual spirits.

"Upright and walkin'?"

That's different, even for him.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, ain't easy specially when its folks you know."

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Deathly (no pun intended) serious:

"You one of 'em?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, but my Pa's here. Got shot a year ago, was there when it happened. He's walkin' around here,"

Hex's gaze is disconcerting but William's scanning the Bar for his father.