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"Glen got home from a long day of his regular duties at the jailhouse. Shrugging off his coat and tossing it carelessly, he walked to his messy cupboard and poured himself a stiff drink of whiskey. He headed over to the couch and he collapsed back onto it, with his boots still on. He took a deep breath of relaxation and enjoyed his drink while watching the fire crackle.
While his mind drifted in and out of thought, he nodded off to sleep, his fingers still curled around the small glass of whiskey. His mind and body were at peace, while other matters loomed just beyond his door...
"Did you bring the crowbar?" one of the men whispered quietly to the other as they stood infront of the Sheriffs door. "Of course I did ya stupid cocksucker!" He grumbled back as he fished it out from his duster. "Shhhh! Your gunna get us busted! I need the fucking cash!"
The one man, quickly and quietly pried open the sheriffs door. They looked at each other and nodded. Taking out their guns they eased themselves in thru the front door and stood for a moment adjusting their eyes to the dim room. They saw the Sheriff sleeping on the sofa "Shhhh! Hes sleeping, look over in the desk over there while I search this cabinet." the one man spoke to the other in a hushed voice. They quietly searched the room...
*SMASH* A glass from one of the cabinets onto the floor one of the men had accidently knocked over, shattering into a dozen peices. Glen awoke, startled he looked around, to find 2 dark figures standing over him. "Fuck! You fucking dipshit! Get him!" They both pounced onto the Sheriff, delivering blows to his face with their fists until he layed their in an unconscious bloody mess.
Taking a step back "Come on, lets finish looking now that hes out." They tore thru the house destroying it at the same time, looking for anything valuable. Stuffing their pockets with some cash they found in a small drawer. They emerged from Joes bedroom, vacant while she was away at school in another town. They found Glen standing there with a gun drawn on them.
"You god damn fucking son of a bitch!" Glen shouted as his finger pressed tight agasint the trigger of his gun. Squinting hard to see the men, both his eyes had puffed up swollen from the previous beating he recieved. Both the men startled to see him up, they grabbed for their weapons and quickly drew aiming at the Sheriff.
"Its no good Sheriff! Your outnumbered!" One of the men snarled. "Your a gunna pay fer this!" Glen pulled the trigger, a bullet piercing into one of the mens shoulders. "Fuck!" Several other bullets followed in a cloud of gun smoke in the small dim room. All was quiet for a moment. The smoke clearing. The one man grabbing his shoulder and muttering to the other who now had a bloody leg "Did ya get the son of a bitch?!"
They looked over near the door to find the Sheriff laying on the floor clutching his chest in a pool of blood. They both smiled at each other and walked over to him. Glen, feeling his breath short, fought for each breath. "This...isn't..over...." he quietly mumbled thru bloodied lips. "Like hell it is!" One of the men cackled and held his gun directly to glens heart. Glen already feeling himself slip away, his thoughts drifted to his daughter and the rest of his life. He spit out a mouthfull of blood at one of the men and muttered "Fuck you...." The man grinned and pulled the trigger..."
Glens funeral will be held today in Deadwood at 3PMslt, nothing fancy. I am taking Glen out of Role Play all together, and just leaving him separate for SL business. I learned a few lessons, and its best to keep business and role play characters separate...So now the fun part, making a new main RP character. I have found to find really good male skins, is a hard task. Where you aren't wearing eyeliner?!?!?!? I didn't get the memo that men wore eye make up nowadays...
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