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Doc Holiday Adventurer

Joined: 05 Mar 2004 Posts: 21
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2004 5:32 pm Post subject: The Stranger Appears in Jhelom |
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He steps out onto the docks of Jhelom, stretching slightly while taking a good look at the town. He small grin comes across his pale white face, he keeps his moustache and small goatee neatly trimmed, the look in his eyes tell you he's a sophisticated and well educated man. His face turns back to an emotionless gaze, not showing the slight indication of his feelings, as he slowly walks accross the dock. His build is average perhaps a tad on the slim side, he wears a white dress shirt under his suit jacket. You notice a pait of daggers in sheaths on his waist infront of him, each tipped inward to be grabbed with ease. His walk is confident and his head held high. He approachs the door of the tavern and pushs it open and slides inside.
"Greetings Stranger" The barkeep speaks in the direction of Doc.
"Good evenin'" Doc tips his hat to the barkeep and continues walking over to a table against the wall. He slides his large coat off his shoulders and lays it over the back of the chair. Striking a match he lights a cigarette slowly seating himself in the chair.
"Ba'tender would you please bring me a bottle of whiskey and a glass."
The bartender nods "Right away sir." The barkeep hustles for a bottle and a glass and sets it down infront of Doc and hurries back behind the counter. Doc sits for a few moments with a deck of playing cards infront of him sipping his whiskey and quietly smoking.
"Well Gentleman" Doc nods to the two men who have sat down next to him.
The three of them gamble for a few hours and Doc seems to have amassed quite a large sum of gold infront of him. The two men shaking their head in disbelief after losing a large sum of money.
"You are a lucky one stranger."
Doc looks at them both and lays down the cards in his hand. "A peach of a hand I'd say." Doc says with a slight grin.
The two men men jump out of their seats and storm out the door, cursing Doc under their breath. Doc dumps all the gold into a large suitcase and walks out the door to the local inn to retire for the night. A good night for him and there was no trouble, atleast not yet. _________________ Doc Holiday |
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