Ezra Standish (abhor_gambling) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-02-16 19:34:00 |
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Who: Ezra Standish and OPEN
Where: The meadow (between mountains and forest)
What: New arrival
When: Sunday 16th, afternoon
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes (but ask first)
Status: Ongoing
Aw hell, what now? He did not get paid enough for this.
Ezra squinted up at the sky and frowned. This wasn't right. Last thing he remembered he was riding back to town with Buck and JD and then... What the hell had happened this time? He didn't remember getting shot at or anything like that.
With a long, exasperated, sigh, the gambler sat upright, batting at his sleeves to get rid of the dust from his red jacket. Not that it ever made any difference. He glanced around, brow furrowing further at the lack of his associates, his horse and the unfamiliar surroundings. Strange. Very strange.
"Aha!" The exclamation left him as he spotted his hat lying in the grass next to him and plucked it from the ground, dusting the top before flipping it and putting it back in place upon his head. Only then did he rise to his feet, turning to survey they area.
"Now then, where the hell have you had the misfortune to end up, Ezra?"