[IC] Original Story: One Love, Two Bullets { Angel & Fabricant }

[AngelBites15]

A day in the town, and things continued to pay off. A few hours of performing shooting tricks for the population only continued to expand her popularity, and provide for her family. Not only for herself, not only for her family, but for the citizens everywhere; for charity. She liked to give them the entertainment they needed and wanted, and it only created a sort of legacy that made her become a celebrity across, not only America, but also Europe. The queen was so impressed by her abilities, she requested Annie to perform for the president of France, and from there, the king of Germany. From that moment onward, her name was everywhere; mentioned in every direction.

Due to her humble roots as a child, Annie became too generous and caring. Not like "innocently caring", but smartly generous. Even though she was only twenty-four years old, she was careful, as well as one of those women with a conscience. Of course, she was part of a dead-on Christian family, who believed that one's virginity represented your own purity. It must be carefully given to the right person; otherwise, you wouldn't be seen as "blessed". From there, Annie took the message, and made it clear that she was to be quite hard to keep.

Riding into the town on a brown stallion, the first thing that she noticed were men tipping their hats respectfully, women smiling while walking with their children, and said-children shyly waving to her. Of course, the young woman acknowledged them with a grin and a nod; her hat following the movement, as the wind gently blew her wavy, mid-back-lengthened, blonde-brown hair; the sunlight reflecting off the metal of her revolvers, sheathed on her hips. She figured that stopping at a saloon would help relieve her from a busy day, so parking the black-haired, brown stallion in front of the building next to a few other horses. They were fine creatures, considering that her family lived in a rural farmhouse that housed more horses than she could count, therefore Annie remained fond of them.

Her thoughts were driven elsewhere when a little girl with braids and a cute dress ran up to her with a piece of paper and a pencil, asking for her autograph. Being famous had its quirks, with all the citizens having to almost treat her like royalty, though she herself was quite flattered with the attention, having to dismiss them respectfully and politely. But she was happy that as long as they were happy and pleased with her honesty, Annie was on the right foot with them. Signing the piece of paper the little girl gave her, the woman made elegant scrapes to write her name.

The girl with the braids thanked her, before running off, squealing with excitement. Watching her made Annie smile at an elderly woman the child was running back towards, who mouthed a 'thank you' to the famous cowgirl before walking away. Tipping her hat, Annie proceeded into the saloon where she made her way to the bar. The bartender seemed to recognize her almost immediately.

"Miss Oakley! Glad for you to drop in!", he was quite cheery, along with a bit of excitement in his voice. "Having the usual?"

"Yes, please", she replied, humble as usual. "Is the job cutting out for you this time?", she asked with a genuine smile.

"Oh, yeah. Giving me a good pay-raise tommorrow; a perfect day before I go to spend more time out in the country with my wife and son", he replied back, almost nervous to be in the presence of one of the most popular of individuals in the West. Of course, if you were with such a presence, who wouldn't be? Annie removed her hat, and set it on the counter next to her.

[Fabricant451]

The saloon wasn't quite at its busiest period of the day but that didn't stop it from being a hotbed of activity. The piano player was earning his keep, some of the local ranchers and residents were engaged in a gambling game that was sure not to stay above board, and every so often someone let out a belly howl of a laugh. The business of the saloon being more active than usual was likely attributed to the simple fact that a celebrity was in their midst - or at least the equivalent of one. If there were secrets in town, they weren't secret very long and something as monumental as the entertaining sharpshooter herself sauntering in on horseback spread through the whispers and loose lips like wildfire.

Naturally the most curious resident, tourist or otherwise, found her way to the saloon shortly after the talk of the hour had arrived. Evelyn Albright was supposed to be at home on the plantation seeing to her lessons but when the workers were speaking loudly about rumors of a famous sharpshooter being seen near, the curious young miss suddenly had other plans in mind. Of course Evelyn had seen what Annie Oakley was capable of the last time she found her way to this side of the West. It had taken much insistence on Evelyn's part before her father relented. At the time, Evelyn had never known a person to be able to do such a thing with a gun before - though she mostly assumed people who used guns did so for nefarious purposes and not entertainment.

Evelyn entered the saloon, feeling rather overdressed in her full Sunday best but she tried her best not to focus on that, or on the fact that her dress was dragging a bit on the floor. She paused a moment, stepping past the card players to glance around at the colorful patrons. The last time she was here she was promptly removed from the property but she at least wanted to say hello the one of the more entertaining folk she had seen come through - that wasn't too much to ask, was it?

After nodding to herself and hoping she didn't come on too strongly, Evelyn approached the counter, placing both hands atop it and almost touching the hat that was already resting there. "Did you lose this?" Evelyn asked the gunslinger, adopting a friendly banter. "Couldn't have. Your eyes are much too sharp for that, Miss Oakley." Evelyn didn't want to sound overly familiar with someone she was just meeting but it was hard not to, just like it was hard for her not to give a polite curtsy.

[AngelBites15]

Annie was used to the scenarios of fans coming to meet "the shooting legend", from all over America. Considering that she was used to communicating since she was eight years old, while working at the infirmary, she was quite an introvert, explaining why she preferred to wear pants most of the time, and not one those dresses that the girls would wear, as well as her decision to hunt wild game outdoors by herself, which brought out the somewhat tomboy in her. The point is, even though she is quiet and reserved by nature, she was still great in the company of others.

So, to take notice of another set of footsteps coming in her direction, Annie knew that, due to her status, socialization with the public would never be too far away. Her drink already came just as soon as she heard her voice. The remark made the blonde chuckle, before having to turn her head to look at her, having to take in the physical image, and commit it to photographic memory: A slightly shorter figure, a Victorian dress with light colors, long dark-brown hair, creamy Caucasian skin, and a bit of green-hazel in her eyes. Annie's expression was as friendly as ever, having to look back at this young woman, the same way she was looking at her; a rather clever glint in the blonde-brown haired woman's green eyes.

"I wouldn’t be mistakened for it", she returned the gesture with a smile on her lips. The blonde’s voice was modest, almost down-to-earth, having to make a wink towards her. "You don’t look like you’re from around here. Tell me, what would you like to know? What’s your name?", Annie casually asked, before taking a swig of her drink. If this was a fan, she’ll take this casually.

[Fabricant451]

The one thing Evelyn hadn't counted on was a living legend of fame being quite so personable, not that she was rightly complaining about it. If anything it went a long way to soothing the awkward nerves that came with meeting anyone, let alone someone whose name was known here, there, and even across the water. Evelyn's first thought was that Miss Oakley seemed so...normal. Not in a bad way, of course, but when watching an entertainer and hearing people talk about them in excited tones and breathless wonders it really makes them seem so much larger than life. Perhaps, Evelyn mused, that wast the broader point. She was glad to see to know the gunslinger wasn't the type to tell her fans to hit the road running.

"Is it so obvious?" Evelyn responded in kind towards the remark about not being from around here; if the fancy choice of dress didn't make it obvious then Evelyn's manner of speaking certainly did. Though she tried to hide it, her accent poked through her tone which made her words come off as either a bit slower or a bit too fancy depending on who it was she spoke with. Trying to mask her natural voice just made her speak with a drawl that was often construed as mockery - so she tended to let her voice be as normal.

"My name is Evelyn Albright, Miss Oakley, and my father is a property owner just outside of town as well as the proprietor of the bank." Was Evelyn being a bit too forthcoming? Perhaps, but such was the price to pay when struck with a bit of star. "Right now the only thing I would like to know is you, Miss Oakley." Evelyn was speaking in earnest as she moved to sit on the stool next to the entertainer. "If it's not an imposition, of course. I've never known someone as entertaining or half as talented."

[AngelBites15]

Annie continued to friendly smile, while having a glint of politeness within them, having to clear show that she was humble, and willing to hear the girl out. If her dress wasn't enough to expose the fact that she might not be from the Americas, then the accent within her voice was clearly evident. The way that she introduced herself, as "Evelyn Albright", held a proper elegance, as well as great manners. So she was the daughter of one of the town's residing aristocrats: Her father having to be a landowner, and a bank owner? She didn't know how long this English family resided here, but Annie was sure that there will be the time to ask.

Truth be told, as long as she had been in the Americas, Oakley has not exactly seen a lot of women wearing fancy dresses, and the last time she had been to Europe, what she had observed, was clear. There were lots of women wearing jewelry, fancy hats, as well as dresses that trail behind them while they walked. "Well, I thought it would be a lucky guess, judging by the accent in your voice", she looked at her for a moment, before shaking her head. "I'm sorry. By my own sight alone, I assumed that you might be a young lass from Old England. I apologize if that insults you", Annie truly didn't mean to immediately assume, but she had to at least be honest.

She was taking a sip of her drink, until she heard the other young woman mention on getting to know her more. It made her chuckle and smile small in slight embarrassment. She had a lot of admirers do this to her, but the gunslinger had to at least give them some answers.

"What would you like to know?"