Blitz

The Sandy Rose Saloon

and i FINALLY managed to find the picture for rose again GO ME

@hoppiholla391

Ooooh. i like it

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Waaaa! Hold on! Lemme edit my post just a bit. Damn, i need to refresh for posting >_<

ok done. sorry for the imcompetence.

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No sooner had Charlotte entered the saloon had the owner called her out, though in a nice way. She could feel multiple pairs of eyes falling on her, but at the moment, she sensed nothing too negative. In fact, one of the men sitting at the bar produced a bag full of money and exclaimed that he’d be buying a round for everyone. Charlotte smiled politely at Lady Rose after she gestured her over and approached the bar, but stood rather than sitting on a stool. She leaned forward onto the waxy wood of the bar and quickly scanned the men sitting around; she sized up the owner as well. She was admittedly a looker, dressed in a wine-colored dress, a close match to her own. She also had on a pair of long gloves. Well, nothing attracted customers like a good-looking saloon owner.

“Why, thank you, sir,” Charlotte said to the man who had offerred to buy the round of drinks. “That’s quite a big bag of money you got there… Sure generous of you to spend it on all us.” But she stopped herself there. Sure she was the sheriff, but she didn’t want to say anything too suspicious and draw unnecessary attention to herself.

Thankfully, Rose spoke up again, asking everyone to introduce themselves.

"I'm Charlotte Jackson," she said quietly. Her eyes drifted over and fell on one of her deputies, Pete. She gave him a soft smile before returning her gaze toward the bar. "I'm the... sheriff... around these parts..." She felt a little bashful saying so around so many men, but she willed herself not to care.

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Ah, I didn't know if you wanted to even be in the office at the time, since you could've started at the tavern, so I just didn't mention you. ^^ Hopefully that's not a problem.

@Dirty Dan

Not a problem at all. We can just say they just missed each other. :D

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@Mr_pink Look man, I'm damned if I just say soccer and I'm damned if I just said football. I'm from the U.S. so I call it soccer, but I don't care about most sport anyway.

@SuperTacticalDerp

We just won the women's World Cup so we can call it whatever we want!!!!!!!!! *patriotism af*

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my friend always goes on about how beautiful his children are

@Dirty Dan
Oh snap, I didn't read your post in time to see you had been by the Sheriff's Office. Want me to edit or naw?

Edit: Actually nevermind. Char was never really mentioned directly anyway. Unless you still want me to edit lol.

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It had been another excruciating long day for Sheriff Jackson. Having been a wanderer for most of her life, she was used to the sun, the heat, the dust, and the general stagnant weariness, but all of these inexplicably intensified fivefold in that small town. Or maybe it was all a side-effect from this never-before-experienced stress Charlotte had to go through being the sheriff, given that she had led a carefree, though very, very quaint life. More complaints, more problems, more outlaws, more days without a drop of rain. Charlotte reached up and wiped a bead of sweat away from her brow.

The sun was going down now, and the temperatures were at last plummeting from the triple digits. Charlotte sat at the desk in her office. Her eyes were focused on a new “Wanted” ad she was to hang up soon. Deep inside her, she longed for the day to come when she’d see the face of the man who killed the love of her life on a Wanted poster; this was not him. Sighing, she grabbed the poster and stuck it on the board outside her office.

“Lord, I need a drink…”

It had been a few weeks since she’d taken up the position as sheriff, and calling it difficult was an understatement. Sand Flats was not a big town, by any stretch of the definition, so Charlotte already knew just about every building on its mere three streets. One of the buildings that didn’t seem dreadfully depressing, was a saloon run by a woman just as, if not more enigmatic than Charlotte herself. She had never stepped foot inside, but tonight, Charlotte decided, that would change. She hadn’t touched a trace of alcohol since she arrived, but she found herself craving it more and more under the pressure of her job that she tried desperately the carry out well.

Stepping back inside, Charlotte pulled off her hat and ran a hand through her hair, figuring it was a good time to get going. Her “home” was exclusively inside the Sheriff’s Office, since she couldn’t just displace someone from their home. In the back room was her makeshift bedroom consisting of a bed, a dresser, a mirror and a tap that only worked half the time. A very small stove and table with one chair was also shoved into the already cramped room at the last minute.

She stripped off her sheriff uniform and pulled on one of the few pieces of clothing she owned—a beautiful red evening gown that could fit her since she was eighteen. It felt a little odd to be wearing something so… nice, but she figured if she was going out she’d might as well make an effort to look presentable. Standing in front of the mirror, Charlotte toyed with her hair a bit, then made sure not too much of her shoulders were exposed. Finally she slipped on a pair of sandals that weren’t the prettiest, but remained hidden underneath the folds of the gown. She also made sure to holster her pistol to a strap on her thigh, perfectly hidden behind the red. She knew she probably wouldn’t need it, but better safe than dead. The sheriff’s badge was also attached to it, because why not?

After adding just a touch of make up, Charlotte continued on outside, crossed the dusty street, and up the steps to the porch of the Sandy Rose Saloon.

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Yay! And oops, typo. She couldn't* save the sheriff but saved the town. woops >_<

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Age: 29
Gender: Female

Appearance: Naturally 5’7” though a bit taller with her boots on, Sheriff Jackson certainly knows how to keep her chin held high. Her long, slightly curled blonde hair, slender figure, and soft face and lips conjure up a considerably convincing illusion of a typical easy-on-the-eyes girl who should just stay in the kitchen and let the men do their work. However, her piercing electric blue eyes reveal the firm and self-reliant woman she is underneath. As part of her sheriff uniform, Charlotte is usually seen during the day wearing a navy-blue, shady hat, a blouse and tie covered by a dark jacket, and a long ankle-length skirt that matches her hat and jacket. Her fingers and neck are devoid of jewelry, though she typically wears a pair of hoop earrings made from brass. She puts only the bare minimum amount of makeup on her face (not that she needs much of it anyway) because she may very well end up sweating it off anyway.

(Everything I tried to find online was a cheesy and overly-sexy Halloween costume so I had to get creative.)

Occupation: New sheriff in town!

Bio: Charlotte was born on the eighth of August to Matilda and Henry Jackson, who were wealthy landowners in a decently large town called Arden. Despite being spoiled as a child, Charlotte very quickly grew bored of the life she lived, consisting largely of staying indoors and doing any lifeless activity you could think of, like cooking, cleaning, and fanning herself. The worst part of it all was that she was a woman, meaning she didn’t go to school, she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere on her own; she basically couldn’t do anything. Her only sources of knowledge were her father, who instructed her basic arithmetic, and her housekeeper Shirley who taught her street skills, if she ever needed them. She felt as though she were counting down the days until she became a housewife.

Well one day, at the age of seventeen, she decided she wasn’t going to live such a life. She woke up early one morning, packed her things, said goodbye to Shirley who agreed to keep her running away a secret, grabbed one of the horses from the stable and rode off without a trace. She ended up riding into a neighboring town and ended up sleeping in a ranch’s barn because she didn’t want her face being seen at the inn. The youngest son of the ranch owners stumbled upon her horse and sleeping figure the next morning. After asking her about her origins, the boy, also seventeen, agreed to help keep Charlotte a secret and let her stay in the barn until she figured out another place to go. Every day, the boy would bring her some of his meals, and occasionally would teach her skills mostly only men knew, such as handling and firing a gun, hunting, a bit of farming, and even lassoing.

And, of course, the two fell in love. After Charlotte had been hiding in the barn for a year, the two of them decided to run away together to a town where they could have a fresh start together and where no one would be looking for them. They gathered all their necessities and left, traveling for five days straight until arriving at a town neither of them had heard of. Despite still being quite young, they managed to settle down there and get a bit of land they could work. Everything was going smoothly, until two years later. One night, when they had agreed upon starting to try for a baby, a band of outlaws raided the town and ended up killing Charlotte’s love. Heartbroken and depressed, Charlotte left her home once again and roamed the land, feeling much like a lost cause. One day, arriving in the town of Sand Flats, she came across another band of outlaws who had taken the sheriff of the town hostage. Feeling the need to revenge her husband more so than the need to be a hero, Charlotte managed to drive away the bandits but unfortunately without being able to save the former sheriff’s life. In order to compensate for his death, Charlotte confronted the townsfolk and asked to be the new replacement. While the portion of the population with Y-chromosomes weren’t so thrilled about this, they all had a tinge of respect for this enigmatic woman who, although she couldn't save the sheriff, saved the town… And she was really the only one willing to do it. Nobody knows her whole story though…

Personality: Guhhh. I think I’ll leave this one blank. No fun spoiling a surprise! :)

Talents: Cooking, hunting, riding a horse, handing a gun, farming, surviving.
Flaws: People skills, handling disputes, handling too much pressure.