Author Topic: The Wild West...With a Twist of Le-MON. (Read 17751 times)

Rayleonarde · « **Reply #540 on:** October 27, 2015, 01:52:41 AM »

Jayce sighed, and sat. "Fine, but I don't expect much from the locale."

Dr.Vice Jameson · « **Reply #541 on:** October 27, 2015, 01:55:24 AM »

I don't. As long as you don't kill anyone or steal anything, you're welcome.

Rayleonarde · « **Reply #542 on:** October 27, 2015, 01:58:05 AM »

Jayce nodded. "That's the plan."

Dr.Vice Jameson · « **Reply #543 on:** October 27, 2015, 02:00:25 AM »

And as long as you're welcome, I'll make sure you're treated like anyone else

Rayleonarde · « **Reply #544 on:** October 27, 2015, 02:05:09 AM »

Jayce sighed. "Fine." Ronnie laid down, and Valentine laid down across his chest. Jayce leaned against the bars.

Dr.Vice Jameson · « **Reply #545 on:** October 27, 2015, 02:06:41 AM »

*he went over to his desk and sat down*

Tina · « **Reply #546 on:** October 27, 2015, 07:56:11 PM »

(Is something going to happen soon? I am having trouble figuring out what to post.)

Dr.Vice Jameson · « **Reply #547 on:** October 27, 2015, 08:09:15 PM »

((i'm sure something will happen))

Cecilia Peromi · « **Reply #548 on:** October 27, 2015, 09:04:40 PM »

Cecil had been with Vice. As he looked at the Blackburns in their cages he couldn't help but feel guilty. They looked so sad and pitiful. Sure, they each have a reason to be locked away, but it's obvious that they've been framed. By that mystery maniac, who was still at large. "We need to go after that person that you talked about Vice, the one who might really be causing all of this trouble." He said, and then he turned to the jailed bandits. "If we catch this guy it would clear your name and get you freed. You could help us, all of you would finally make some honest money. Plus something like this would clear your family name. What'd you say"?

Rayleonarde · « **Reply #549 on:** October 27, 2015, 10:57:33 PM »

Suddenly, and without warning, Jayce sat up, his ears moving like twin satellite dishes. "No..." A dust-storm, like a grim miasma, crawled across the plains, and swallowed the town. Jayce looked worried, very worried.