Jamie trudges through the sand, dabbing his face with the dark scarf that was wrapped around his neck. The sun bears down on him, sweat dripping down his face as he tries to remember how he got here. He wasn't one for the outdoors (the only guess to that was his fair skin tone), and he was wearing clothing too dark to be considered safe for the desert. Dark jeans, dark cotton button-down shirt, dark scarf - if he knew he was going to be lost maybe he would have dressed for the heat!
What he wishes he had more than anything was a hair tie. His long, blond hair is matted against his forehead, and his neck, making it infinitely frustrating as he continues to brush it out of his face. He stops briefly, wiping his forehead as he covers his eyes and looks out into the vastness that was the desert, then up into the sky as he watches vultures (are they vultures?) circle above him.
He's going to die out here, wasn't he?
"Come on sun, move already." He groans, glancing out into the distance again. "... let me die in the cold and not of heat stroke."
Blink. Wait. Was that... a person?
"H-hey! Hey you over there!" He waves, pushing forward. "Please be real." He mutters as he starts moving in that direction.
FACE YOUR FEARS
After managing to clean up and look like a normal human being again, he makes his way down to the hotel lobby. The desert heat still was getting to him, but at least he could pull his hair up into a high bun and keep it off his neck. He makes his way to the front desk, hoping to get some answers, and maybe see if he can get a stiff drink.
Luckily for him, he's at least able to get an answer out of the hotel staff about where he can get a drink without figuring out anything was too amiss about the people in town (oh but he will learn). He turns from the front desk, and freezes, watching as a tall man (roughly 6') stands in the doorway leading out of the hotel. He's sneering, arms crossed over his chest as he stares Jamie down. Jamie's heart practically stops, eyes widening in fear and he starts to back away.
He's not entirely sure why, however.
"What do you want?" He narrows his eyes, guard up as he tries to remember who this man is. He's seen him before, standing over him with a knife in hand, blood dripping down the blade as it impales him over and over--
The man smiles, and just takes a step forward.
"G-Get away from me!"
He doesn't realize that no one is there.
BULLRIDER
He thought it would be a nice, quiet time in the saloon, something to calm his nerves from the day's events. Jamie still didn't know where he was (or well he knew the name of the town, but not exactly where it was in relation to where he was...from? Huh.), and the town's people were... very strange. He's had the same conversation three times - exactly the same dialogue as if it was a pre-recorded response. They seemed like humans, flesh and blood - but what if they were very good-looking robots? Whatever they were, he was glad to just sit in the saloon, ignore the shouting and cheers, and drink.
Except he can't ignore the noise for long. It pulls him away from his drink, off the bar stool to the back of the saloon. There, once he's in a good enough position to see, was the massive mechanical bull, and he scoffs initially. Why anyone would ride it was beyond him - it would just hurt when they were thrown off. Except, now he was watching, entranced, something in him willing to give this a chance. It didn't look that hard. Maybe it just looked more difficult than it was! He crosses his arms over his chest, watching, waiting for his turn.
"Do you think you'll give it a try?" He asks the person next to him, not bothering to turn his gaze away and address them.
Because whatever their answer was, Jamie was going to absolutely try.
WILDCARD
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Jamie Moore | Original Character
A LITTLE LOST
Wonderful.
Jamie trudges through the sand, dabbing his face with the dark scarf that was wrapped around his neck. The sun bears down on him, sweat dripping down his face as he tries to remember how he got here. He wasn't one for the outdoors (the only guess to that was his fair skin tone), and he was wearing clothing too dark to be considered safe for the desert. Dark jeans, dark cotton button-down shirt, dark scarf - if he knew he was going to be lost maybe he would have dressed for the heat!
What he wishes he had more than anything was a hair tie. His long, blond hair is matted against his forehead, and his neck, making it infinitely frustrating as he continues to brush it out of his face. He stops briefly, wiping his forehead as he covers his eyes and looks out into the vastness that was the desert, then up into the sky as he watches vultures (are they vultures?) circle above him.
He's going to die out here, wasn't he?
"Come on sun, move already." He groans, glancing out into the distance again. "... let me die in the cold and not of heat stroke."
Blink. Wait. Was that... a person?
"H-hey! Hey you over there!" He waves, pushing forward. "Please be real." He mutters as he starts moving in that direction.
FACE YOUR FEARS
After managing to clean up and look like a normal human being again, he makes his way down to the hotel lobby. The desert heat still was getting to him, but at least he could pull his hair up into a high bun and keep it off his neck. He makes his way to the front desk, hoping to get some answers, and maybe see if he can get a stiff drink.
Luckily for him, he's at least able to get an answer out of the hotel staff about where he can get a drink without figuring out anything was too amiss about the people in town (oh but he will learn). He turns from the front desk, and freezes, watching as a tall man (roughly 6') stands in the doorway leading out of the hotel. He's sneering, arms crossed over his chest as he stares Jamie down. Jamie's heart practically stops, eyes widening in fear and he starts to back away.
He's not entirely sure why, however.
"What do you want?" He narrows his eyes, guard up as he tries to remember who this man is. He's seen him before, standing over him with a knife in hand, blood dripping down the blade as it impales him over and over--
The man smiles, and just takes a step forward.
"G-Get away from me!"
He doesn't realize that no one is there.
BULLRIDER
He thought it would be a nice, quiet time in the saloon, something to calm his nerves from the day's events. Jamie still didn't know where he was (or well he knew the name of the town, but not exactly where it was in relation to where he was...from? Huh.), and the town's people were... very strange. He's had the same conversation three times - exactly the same dialogue as if it was a pre-recorded response. They seemed like humans, flesh and blood - but what if they were very good-looking robots? Whatever they were, he was glad to just sit in the saloon, ignore the shouting and cheers, and drink.
Except he can't ignore the noise for long. It pulls him away from his drink, off the bar stool to the back of the saloon. There, once he's in a good enough position to see, was the massive mechanical bull, and he scoffs initially. Why anyone would ride it was beyond him - it would just hurt when they were thrown off. Except, now he was watching, entranced, something in him willing to give this a chance. It didn't look that hard. Maybe it just looked more difficult than it was! He crosses his arms over his chest, watching, waiting for his turn.
"Do you think you'll give it a try?" He asks the person next to him, not bothering to turn his gaze away and address them.
Because whatever their answer was, Jamie was going to absolutely try.
WILDCARD
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