03-07-2021, 07:51 PM
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trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, injuries, trauma, .
tags 35 years old, hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
tags 35 years old, hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
"speech" 'thought' text
Frank ducked into the barn-brewery, removing his hat politely as he did so. A cheerful smile on his rugged and worn face, Dusk was a good kid, though, kid no longer. He stuck his hat onto a peg before he stepped forward more, looking around admiringly at their work. It had not only been him who had worked on the grain fields, but he liked to think his knowledge and expertise was in part to thank for their success now.
He strode forward and grappled with the tin cup which was secured to his hip, an odd choice to carry around everywhere, but he'd had it for at least a decade, and it was a good cup. Pouring himself his own small bit, he took a small sip, and pursed his lips. "Delicious indeed." He agreed, drinking the rest of the small amount he'd poured to check it out. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dusk's judgement, but he liked to make up his own mind and own opinion about things.
"A'ight, if you want some bring me a glass." He instructed, deciding to shoulder the mantle of bartender as Dusk had instructed someone to do it. He recalled reading a novel which had a bartender in it, the man had thrown a drunk and disorderly patron out of the saloon... he liked that idea, maybe someone would get disorderly and he could take them by the collar and chuck them out.
Frank ducked into the barn-brewery, removing his hat politely as he did so. A cheerful smile on his rugged and worn face, Dusk was a good kid, though, kid no longer. He stuck his hat onto a peg before he stepped forward more, looking around admiringly at their work. It had not only been him who had worked on the grain fields, but he liked to think his knowledge and expertise was in part to thank for their success now.
He strode forward and grappled with the tin cup which was secured to his hip, an odd choice to carry around everywhere, but he'd had it for at least a decade, and it was a good cup. Pouring himself his own small bit, he took a small sip, and pursed his lips. "Delicious indeed." He agreed, drinking the rest of the small amount he'd poured to check it out. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dusk's judgement, but he liked to make up his own mind and own opinion about things.
"A'ight, if you want some bring me a glass." He instructed, deciding to shoulder the mantle of bartender as Dusk had instructed someone to do it. He recalled reading a novel which had a bartender in it, the man had thrown a drunk and disorderly patron out of the saloon... he liked that idea, maybe someone would get disorderly and he could take them by the collar and chuck them out.
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FRANK WARD
Frank is a 35 year old, man, he is laid back, intuitive, and a horse lover, a former farmer he knows how to deal with crops and animals, has a background in farrier work, he runs with the West Skulls. He is a medium to hard opponent, feel free to powerplay any nonviolent interactions.