𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 [𝟙𝟠𝟝𝟘 ]

"That being?"

Loading gunpowder into the drum, as the 36. Round is pressed into place.

¿You got a glare all the time or you just squint?

ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑠. ❞
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𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋

♡ ／ ♺ ᅟᅟ
ᅟᅟ

Se van a quedar ustedes con el espooky este, chiiiinga-

Hooves on concrete. A four gauge rings out, and another Vampire drops.

The night's quiet lies unbroken.

¿Ya me deja de mirar así, no?

"Jorge, chavito, Jorge.

Son muchos recuerdos, perdóneme si le cuento mucho."

Le ofrece un pitillo. Estirando la mano como hacia él para preguntarle por el nombre. Su rostro esquelético refleja la luna, como una momia de dientes afilados.

𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛
𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛
𝚃ú 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛
𝙼𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛

// AY PERDÓN

//hmm…

O y si te mandé mi respuesta para la interacción que teníamos por in caso si no te llegó la notificación.

//Taria re bien pero no se si sabrá vivir pacificamente vuv

//Necesita un pueblocito o un rancho ☺️

Donde no hay mucha gente

//and also cuz' the man wouldn't set foot a mile near a big city if he could avoid it.

???

//I'm only gonna follow marvel *ocs* and very few heroes cuz' I'm trying to keep Jorge out of cape media hope y'all don't mind vuv

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Oh, lord. Got a buncha folks following me.

Howdy. Who the hell're yall.

Some of us sleep in coffins?

I thought we was jokin'.

...?

Who the hell's here?

OOC information

♡ 25 y/o
♡ LGBT+ and disability friendly
♡ MDNI. RPs might get heavy. Although I *will* be tagging my shit-shabangs, this will be a very heavy DD:DNE situation, so be wary.
♡ heavy themes to be discussed in advance in DMs. Won't do anything sexual or unnecessarily gory.

Horse trotting to Cypress hill is sure as hell a picture.

Oh. Okay, Bicho trained for this.

The goofy black stallion stretches his leggy forth.

"¡Órale, buen chico!"

Lil carrot for the boy.

"I ain't got no name for ya."

A blunt answer. Before a bullet whizzes by his hair.

"So long as I'm standing on this here rock and got the gun. I suggest ya listen.

You with these men?"

Guardians lie dead, the sights of the shooter now rest on tim.

"Speak, gringo.

I got no patience for your kind."

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1890.

The wounds of the Mexican-american war are still open. And the bodies of men lie scattered from a gunslinger, at the dawn of their age.

A crimson poncho waves in the desert air. Cut against the night sky. The repeating rifle clocks again, as the banking coach's~>

𝑶𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒆

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Leggy wa-

Oookay. He whistles. Bicho trots in place as a greeting.