Ses yeux étaient verrouillés sur la ligne de tacks uniformément espacés, tenant l'intérieur de velours serré et croustillant contre le bois sombre du cercueil. Archie prit une autre poignée de sa bouche et la tailla doucement en place avec un petit marteau à tête; il regarda de nouveau la ligne et fissura un sourire, 'fini'. Il s'est levé de sa position accroupie et a craché les restes dans une boîte vide qui était assise sur une table voisine.
Archie a pris un moment pour admirer son travail pratique, c'était un cercueil pour une petite adolescente, fille d'un baron du bétail ou quelque chose dans ce sens. C'était une beauté, un corps en bois noir avec incrustations en laiton et tapisserie en velours blanc. Il a fermé le couvercle et a cliqué les serrures au bas de la table de treste et l'a poussé à l'extrémité de son atelier où une grande paire de portes doubles se tenait ouverte au coucher du soleil du désert rose. Dehors attendait une voiture entourée par les hommes du baron, sans un mot, ils soulevaient la boîte d'ardoise et la chargeaient à l'arrière de leur voiture. Un homme s'approcha, gros et musclé, mais avec les yeux baissés.
"Merci, M., c'est un cercueil perméable que vous avez fait pour ma sœur." Ce compliment allait se faire et Archibald était prêt à accepter son paiement, "mais à propos de l'argent." Il a grimacé, une autre personne qui ne pouvait pas payer et pensait qu'ils pouvaient faire appel à la nature charitable d'Archie, Archie était sur le point de parler quand l'homme rusé a parlé à nouveau, "Je ne peux payer que la moitié maintenant, je me suis dit que le reste peut être ici la semaine prochaine au plus tard." Il a glissé une main dans son manteau et a sorti une épaisse bande de dollars. Les yeux d'Archibald s'illuminent.
-- Cela fera pendant ce temps mon brave homme, dit-il, en prenant l'argent et en le glissant dans son gilet, et mes condoléances. Sans hésitation, Archie se retourna et ferma les grandes portes arrière, laissant l'homme fort avec des mots à la pointe de sa langue qui ne seraient jamais dits. Arch savait où dépenser son argent, il glissa sur son manteau et sourit.
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"Madame Rose!" Il cria alors qu'il traversait les portes battantes du saloon: «Je suis venu avec de l'argent et une soif pour tes belles boissons!» Il s'est fourré dans un siège à côté du shérif, "Madame Charlotte! Toujours un plaisir!"
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.