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located in Splitcreek, Arizona, a part of Way Out West, one of the many universes on RPG.

Splitcreek, Arizona

"Welcome to The West"

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Character Portrait: Richard Jones Bell Character Portrait: Halley Quinn
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Halley watched as the leader pulled the other, who had just touched her away and throw him back where he came from. Halley shrugged and nodded at his somewhat humorous remark. Well, his comment might have been funny to him, but to her it was probably a very true statement. Halley knew she'd have to watch her back around here, they had more men than her last gang, but on the other hand they seemed nicer, or at least, as nice as a gang of outlaws can get.

Halley was pulled by her arm through the camp. She received many cheers, hollers, and whistles. She kept her face up to show she could be tough and kept looking forward. With her wrists still bond, the leader led her deeper into the camp. Many men close to her tried to grab at her dress, but many achieved their goal and managed to flick it up enough to see her panties. She squirmed a bit at their touches and leaned close to the leader, who in fact was looking quite smug.

Halley was led over to what seemed to be the leader's corner or part of the camp. She stood as he sat down and lit a cigarette. Halley coughed at the smoke that he blew out of his mouth. She hated smoke, heat, or really, anything that had to do with fire. Smoking was how her old gang sometimes punished her. They'd either light a cigarette and press it to her skin, even in her, most sensitive, parts of her body. They also once tried to get her to smoke by lighting the cigarette and shoving it in her mouth. So ever since then she hated cigarettes, smoking, and fire altogether.

Halley listened to the man and learned his name was Richard Jones Bell. 'Hmm that name doesn't sound that threatening. In fact, it sounds like a gentleman's name.' Halley thought to herself. Halley felt something wet drip down her cheeks and onto her neck. She hadn't even realized that she had started crying. 'It must have been silent crying, I guess.' She figured. Halley stood up straighter and said, "My name is Halley Elizabeth Quinn sir. Its...a pleasure to meet you." She said and did a slight curtsy, or as much as one could, with her hands tied back.

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