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Clementine Stanton

Resident Schoolteather - "It's not how hard you push, but rather which direction."

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a character in “Tales From the West”, as played by AzizaRose

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Name
Clementine "Clem" Susannah Elizabeth Stanton

Age
Twenty-Three

Occupation
Schoolteacher

Physical Characteristics
5'0", blonde hair, brown eyes. She generally wears common dresses, nothing too special, but definitely refined. As a teacher, it is her job to look put-together at all times.

Traits
confident, well-read, a bit spoiled, sophistocated

Backstory
Clementine was born in the city. She knew, from the time that she was a young child, that she wanted to be of importance to others. The older she grew, the more she knew that this, to her, meant being a teacher. She enrolled in a ladies' college and drank up every bit of information that she was presented with. The was told by many of her professors that she would make a wonderful instructor one day. After college, she decided she wanted to help the children that didn't get the same upbringing as herself. Those who were less privileged. She packed her bags and moved to a small town called San Miguel, at the distaste of her parents (who would much rather her stay home and become an upper-class housewife.) Clementine is focused on what is best for her students and herself, and she won't let anyone get in the way of that.

So begins...

Clementine Stanton's Story

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The day was boiling hot, as most days usually were in the small town of San Miguel. Of course, Clementine wouldn't ever put that in a letter to her parents. Many of her letters depicted the town as quaint or comfortable when the most suitable adjectives would be dusty, filthy, and dangerous. The adventure thrilled her, but also kept her on her toes. More than once, a drunk male had wandered into the schoolhouse wielding a gun. Now, nothing life-threatening had happened to Clementine so far, but she was always kept on her toes.
Clementine was sewing at a small rickety table in her home, waiting for her loaf of bread to be finished baking. The home could barely be considered a home, but it was a home nonetheless. The one-room building contained a stove, bed, blanket, and a frayed rug that was so thin in some spots you could see the wooden floors beneath it. The young woman loved her home, though, despite its worn out appearance. She had bought it herself, with the small amount of money her parents sent with her. To her, it was a work in progress. To others, it was just messy.
The blonde stood suddenly, almost forgetting about the bread. She scurried over to the stove and opened the little stone door, revealing to her a perfect loaf of sweet bread. She took it out with a grin and did a little happy dance. It wasn't often that Clementine was able to bake her sweet bread, but when she did you bet it was fantastic. This particular loaf of bread was for the town bartender/innkeeper as a thank you for letting Clem and her students use the inn one evening for a performance. The children had put their heart and soul into the performance, and they had wanted to perform it for the entire town to see. Unfortunately, the schoolhouse was on the very edge of town and most parents didn't like their children wandering far from home when it was dark. So Clementine struck up a deal with the bartender that she would get the whole saloon for a couple hours in exchange for a loaf of her town-famous sweet bread.
Once fully cooled, she took the bread and transferred it into a little wicker basket and laid a towel over the top, keeping the heat (and hopefully taste) inside. She set out of her home toward the saloon, keeping her head down and basket close to her breast the entire way. One only knows what kind of things you can encounter in this type of town.

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The traveler finished his drink and the bartender asked if he needed anything else. The traveler nodded. “You got a bank? Somewhere that sells gold?” The bartender nodded. “Yes, yes. If the traveling wagon is here, you can sell it there but you can make far more by taking it to the bank.” The wanderer nodded and put a small gold coin on the table and stood up. He had a massive sum of gold in the pockets of his long coat, and he was ready to cash in. After the fight he’d gone through to find it and then a walk through the desert, he felt he earned it. He swung open the doors of the bar and almost walked right into a small, blonde woman.

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Walks through town were one of Clementine's most and least favorite times of the day. She loved to people-watch, and she enjoyed keeping up with everybody in town. For instance, she knew that Bill Daley's wife was having an affair with some outlaw who came in and out of town just to see her. It was something she would never have the heart to tell Bill Daley himself, but it was interesting to know about something that you aren't even a part of. In fact, this thought brought a song to mind that her father used to sing to her whenever she began to gossip. Something about a cat and a crow.
She mentally shrugged this thought away. While she had never thought of herself as a gossip, Clementine did have to admit that she had stuck her nose into one too many private matters when she lived in the city. Especially in college. A women-only college is a breeding ground for such type of nosiness.
It was while she was engrossed in her own thoughts that she missed the large door swinging at her. It wasn't until the last moment that she realized she was about to be hit right in the middle of the forehead. Her thought process went something like so;
hm.. Maria did seem to always know about my business... perhaps I blabbed too much about my own- DOOR!
"Oh my word, excuse me! It seems I was a bit lost in my own thoughts there!" Her southern accent permeated her speech, elongating her vowels and giving an almost sweet timbre to her voice.
She glanced up at the man who was on the other side of the attacking door. He had a simple face, possibly unmemorable. But Clementine saw a forlorn, worn-out look in his eyes. The man had been through a lot recently. This look of tireless anguish was completely unique. She scanned her memory for some possibility of seeing this man before, but nothing came to mind.
"Have I ever seen you before? I suppose not. My name is Clementine Stanton, and I'm the schoolteacher of San Miguel. What brings you to our little corner of the South?"

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The wanderer put his hands on his belt and leaned against the doorway. He had wanted to get his gold to the bank as soon as possible, but he supposed it wouldn’t be polite to simply walk away from the woman he’d almost knocked down. He adjusted his hat so it revealed his blue eyes, giving him what he hoped was a much less menacing approach despite the permanent almost-squint from his constant being outside in the blazing sun with the bright ball of flames reflecting off the desert sand.
“Well, I’d like to say it’s the call of adventure in faraway lands, Miz Stanton, but it would be much more to the point if I just said money. Gold, specifically.” He hadn’t spoken in days, weeks probably, and his voice was quiet but strong. His accent wasn’t quite placable because of the man’s rasp, and the man himself wouldn’t remember if he didn’t know better.
“If you’d seen me before, there’s a good chance you would’ve recognized me just now, so I guess this is hello.”

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The man adjusted his hat, and seemingly got comfortable in the doorframe. She took in his face again, analyzing the features of the stranger. With each syllable he spoke, his face seemed to soften slightly. It was as if conversation with another person was changing him, bringing him back to reality.
"An adventure, hm? Well, I hate to tell you, but the only adventure that goes on 'round these parts seems to be stick-ups or murders. What kinda business are you in, sir? I'm not meanin' to pry, but gold isn't the easiest to find in this small town." She raised a brow.
Was she speaking to a bandit? The only way gold made its way into San Miguel's bank was when bandits and gang members made their way into town and somehow threw their pieces into the mix. When the realization hit her that she could possibly be speaking to somebody dangerous, her eyes widened slightly.
"Now I don't mean to pry, sir. You don't have to answer that, it's better to be ignorant and safe rather than knowing and a target in this town."

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San Miguel should have been a one horse town but the usually rift raft of bandits and thieves kept it in constant supply of the equine kind. Of course, that was not why Miss Elizabeth Culpeper and her band of merry men found themselves in the Saloon of that very town. No, the party came with an agenda. Some may call it noble but most . . . no doubt would think it down right criminal.

Yet, as Miss Elizabeth Culpeper put it so eloquently to her men, "Is it really thieving if you're thieving from a thief?" Naturally, no body could argue with that. That was how the folks of James River Farm found themselves chuckling along with the rest of the patrons of the Saloon as an out of place Miss almost found her face flattened by wood.

Miss Ellie Culpeper and some of her most trusted and loyal servants and farmhands soon turned back into their circle at the corner of the bar. All with whiskey in hand. A little courage before the almost impossible feet.

"Now, listen up boys." Ellie began in hushed tones. "The news is, there's a train coming in hot here in about thirty minutes or so. All that stinky fingered loot and dollars sitting there in that crooked bank across the way is being taken to an even bigger crooked back all the way to Washington. Now you all know what to do don't you?"

The four men nodded in unison. Concentration and the gravity of the situation upon their features as they listened carefully to the woman dressed as a man. Her corset hidden under her coat and those long legs covered in unlady like pants that could barely be seen beneath boots that came past knee high. She dirtied up good for a woman of fine breeding.

"Ya'll know why we need to do this-" She stopped and breathed in quickly. "Ya'll know I'd never ask any of you to risk your li-"

"Miss Ellie." Interrupted a tall obsidian farmhand. His voice gentle, in stark contrast to his fierce appearance. "I know we'd all do anythin, just anythin for ol' Mr Culpeper."

"That's right there girly." Added Bo Bedford leaning his sturdy frame back against the dirty bar; who did odd jobs on the farm for as long as Ellie could remember. He had scruffy blonde hair with an even scruffier beard that was turning ever so slightly silver these days and the man would never be caught short without a toothpick between his teeth. "I couldn't have said it better than Atticus here myself."

"I agree." Pipped up Sawyer, a young man in his twenties with golden blonde hair that framed his face, who also worked hard on the farm. No one knew much about Sawyer, only that he came to steal a cow about five years ago, Lord only knew why or what for but found himself working on the farm after Mr Culpeper caught him and spoke to him and never left. Sawyer didn't say much. He was as secretive as he was handsome and that was abundantly.

George, another black servant of the household nodded again heartily.

"Good men." Ellie smiled with renewed reassurance. She knew she could count on these men with their lives and her own, nevertheless, it was good to hear it. "Now, as soon as we leave this bar we're all strangers. We go our separate ways. However, as soon as that train rolls in . . ." The whiskey in her glass sloshed as she moved her hand like a train coming into station. "We all get on as fast. And as inconspicuously as we can. Real casual like. Old Billy's got horses waitin' on us in Bunkie, ready for us as soon as we disembark. Now, I don't need to go over what happens there on the train or after we get to Bunkie do I?"

The men shook their heads and Ellie breathed in deeply tipping her hat at them and they did the same in return. "Well boys, it's gonna be one hell of a ride." To which they all clinked glasses and downed the hard whiskey. A crocked grin on each of their face.

They were ready.

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The woman the traveler had been talking to seemed uncomfortable when he’d told her he’d been in town for gold. He could see she was contemplating who he was. He tried his hand at a grin.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. I’m selling, not taking. Picked up a tidy sum of gold from a... friend and hiked here. Figured farther I went, more valuable the gold’d be. Plan on using some of it to stay at the inn, get some supplies, then maybe a train ticket. That or I’ll just follow the railroad.” Suddenly the traveler frowned.
“Say, why’d you be a target just for asking my business?”

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It seemed as though he was trying to make her feel more at ease with his half-smile. She appreciated his efforts, although Clementine did admit to herself that more than once had she been scared for her life in this town. She was fully aware that a woman of her stature was never truly safe on her own, but she was too stubborn to go back home and hear her father gloat. She had mulled over the idea of packing her bags and going so many times. On the nights that she could hear gunshots and screams, or the days that children would come to class with a black eye from their drunken fathers. Those kinds of images could chill a person to the bone.
But, Clementine was stubborn and unwilling to give up on herself or her students. She was only lucky she hadn't gone through something terrible yet. Perhaps it was her being stupid. In fact, it was probably her stupidity that kept her here. But Clementine was good at keeping her head down, and so she attempted to keep up whatever facade she had going.
She noted the unsure tone of the man's voice when referring to his friend. Was there a history there? She would probably never know.
"Well that sounds like a sturdy plan. Ah, you never know what makes you a target in this town. I've seen people killed for questionin' much less, and more than once for that matter. Where do you plan on headin' after this? Don't you have a family somewhere?"
Mentally, Clementine smacked herself. Do you have family somewhere? What kind of a stupid question was that? Of all people, this man looked like the least likely to have a family somewhere in the world. Or if he did, they weren't a part of his life anymore. Then again, she reminded herself that it is never very kind to judge someone based on their looks. What did people think when they looked at herself? TIny blonde southern belle, no doubt. Someone who isn't capable of sticking up for herself. They'd probably be right, but that wasn't the point.
In fact, Clem did have a derringer pocket-pistol hidden in her bosom at all times. She didn't quite trust her capability of using it, but it was comforting to know that in case she needed a gun, one was available to her.

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The traveler winced slightly when the schoolteacher asked if he had a family. He decided to ignore it, and pondered the previous question. He supposed he didn’t really know where he planned to go. He could go West to California, he’d heard there was a lot of opportunities there. On second thought, there were probably also a lot of Indian tribes, and he’d learned not to mess with the Natives. He figured he’d try and give the lady a vague answer that would still satisfy her.
“Well Miz Stanton, I guess I don’t have much of a plan. I’ll probably be staying here a week or so, and then I’ll most likely hit the road again. I figure the gold I picked up should be enough for food and board and, if I’m lucky, a horse. Maybe even some rounds to protect myself. I’m sure I’ll find some boom town or gold mine and before you know it I’ll be at another town making profit. That’s usually the plan.”

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She nodded in acknowledgment to his answer, thinking of her next move.
"It sounds like you're a pick-up-and-go kind of fellow. Well, I wish you the best. I'm sure I'll see you around for the next week or so. If you need anything, you can probably find me at the schoolhouse. It's right down the main road, on the edge of town. You can't miss it." She motioned with her small fingers in the direction of the schoolhouse.
Clementine really did hope that this man would swing by at some point. There was something about him that was interesting, the kind of aura that made her want to write a novel about him.

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The heels of Vivian's black shoes clicked against the steps as she walked downstairs, mentally preparing herself for another long, grueling day of work. She had many responsibilities to tend to within the saloon - waiting on customers, bussing tables, and, when it got later in the day, dancing for entertainment. It had taken her a long time to learn how to dance well, but she'd eventually managed. After almost ten years working in the saloon, she liked to consider herself quite good at her job.

As she rounded the corner into the main area of the saloon, she was relieved to see that it wasn't too terribly busy. There was a pair of men who'd just come down the stairs ahead of her, a small group in a corner with drinks already served, and a man engaged in conversation with the local schoolteacher. Vivian didn't know the woman's name - they were around the same age, so she'd obviously never taught Vivian as a child. Had they gone to school together? Vivian couldn't be sure. Generally, the only people whose names she took care to learn were the male regulars who tipped well. Anyone else, even people who came in all the time, was just another face to her.

Vivian strolled over to the counter, glancing around again. There didn't seem to be anybody who needed their flagon topped up just yet, so she had some time to stand around and look pretty until someone called her over for service.

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After her rather regular conversation with the man from before, Clementine realized she didn't even know his name. How could it completely slip her mind to get his name? Thinking back, she hadn't really asked for it, but he had skillfully avoided having to give a name. She decided to shrug off the strange conversation and complete the task that she had come for.
Clementine scooted her way through the crowd, searching for someone to hand off her payment to. That's when she saw Vivian the barmaid. She had heard about and seen Vivian before, but never spoken to or met her.
"Hiya ma'am, would you mind givin' this to your boss for me? If you would let him know it is from Clementine Stanton, you'd be my hero.
She held the basket out to the barmaid, a small smile on her face.

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Vivian quirked a curious eyebrow as the schoolteacher approached her, but smiled nonetheless as she listened to what the woman had to say. Clementine. So that was her name. Wasn't a clementine some sort of fruit? The woman was holding out a basket, and a towel within was covering something that was suspiciously bread-shaped. Vivian reached out and gently took the basket from Clementine as she held it out. "Certainly, ma'am. I'm always up for a spot of heroism from time to time," Vivian responded with a soft laugh. "Dare I ask what it might be?" she added curiously.

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She chuckled, realizing how awkward it may be to just be handed a random basket by a stranger.
"Oh dear me, I'm sorry. I probably look like a smuggler over here-" She laughed again, as if the idea was so ridiculously outrageous. "No, it is just some sweet bread I cooked up..."
An idea struck her, and it brought a smile to her face. Clementine didn't really have any female friends, something that she had always hated. She was always trying to make friends, but there was not necessarily an influx of young females in San Miguel.
"Say.. You should join me in my home one time and I'll treat you to some of my famous sweet bread an' iced tea. I could always use a friend. What do you say?"

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Vivian laughed at Clementine's comment, shaking her head. "That wasn't my concern at all. I can handle smugglers," she joked in response. She was intrigued by Clementine saying that it was some sweet bread that she'd made. Vivian had no skill in the kitchen whatsoever. She could clean, and she could pour drinks, but she certainly couldn't cook. She'd tried a few times, but the kitchen staff in the back of the saloon had quickly kicked her out when they realized what a disaster it was becoming. Had she been a less honest woman, she'd have considered snagging a bite or two of the bread for herself, but she'd never dare steal from the kindly owner who'd taken pity on an orphaned teenager and given her a job and a room for all these years.

A smile came to Clementine's face suddenly, a more genuine smile from within than the friendly smile she'd given to Vivian in the first place. Then, the schoolteacher proposed that they should spend time together some day - she offered to treat Vivian to sweet bread and iced tea, and she said that they should be friends. It certainly wasn't a terrible idea. Vivian entertained male company whenever she could, but she had no female friends. A smile spread across her face now, a genuine one just as Clementine's had been. "I'd like that very much, M'z Stanton," she responded softly. "When d'you, y'know, not have the munchkins in the schoolhouse? I'm sure my schedule's got a good deal more flexibility than yours," she said with a light laugh.

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The small blonde's heart soared when Vivian accepted her invitation. Would this be the beginning of a new friendship? Would she finally have an ally in this strange, constantly changing town that she resided in? Clementine grinned at the woman's laugh. And it was true, Clementine had a strict schedule to stick to with her children. The mothers of the town would certainly have her hide if they realized she was slacking on her duties. They had made it very clear to her when she was hired, she was here to teach their children everything they needed to know from school. She was not allowed to be killed, because it was insanely difficult to find a schoolteacher for this hell of a town. And she needed to teach the children without asking any personal questions. She had never really understood that last requirement, but she was willing to follow it if it meant she got to stay with her kids. Clementine had grown attached to the children she saw every day. It was as though they were her own kids, and the kids loved her in return.
"Well, we have school every Monday through Friday from nine o'clock to two thirty, with a thirty-minute lunch break at noon. Afterward, I usually stay 'till about three or four gradin' papers or workin' on plans, but I can be free whenever!"
She couldn't conceal the excitement from her voice, and while she understood that she may be coming across a bit strong, she didn't really seem to care. The last real interaction with a friend Clementine had had was back in her hometown of Houston. People were much better conversationalists over there, and society was most definitely more advanced. Murder was certainly less common.
Clementine thought back to what life was like before she left. She used to be worried about such trivial things as gloves or seating arrangements at brunch. In fact, she had been engaged to a man named Charles Bleaker before she went to college. Boy, were her parents angry with her for breaking that off.
In a snap, Clementine realized that she needed to stop herself from thinking about all of this. She wasn't able to change the past. And anyway, she needed good stories to tell Vivian when she came over.

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Vivian lifted a hand to adjust her tight curls slightly as she listened to Clementine's words. She was excited by the prospect of having a friend. She just wasn't entirely sure what she'd do with a friend. Aside from going to Clementine's house for some sweet bread and iced tea, what would they do together? She knew what men did with their friends - they went out drinking, tried to pick up women, played cards, smoked cigars, went out hunting... None of those activities sounded terribly appealing to Vivian, though, except for maybe the cards, and she doubted they'd be appealing to Clementine. The woman was clearly intelligent and well-educated, and her fondness of children definitely indicated a layer of innocence that Vivian could only wish for.

Clementine's schedule sounded busy, and Vivian grinned slightly. "Well, I can tell ya for sure that nine o'clock's much too early," she said with a slight chuckle. "I work the evening tonight and tomorrow, but the next day I'm on the afternoon shift and should be done roughly five o'clock, maybe a bit early if it's slow. I could come 'round after then, if that'd suit you!" She remembered having friends when she was a little girl in the schoolhouse - they'd played tag and hide 'n' seek in the schoolyard, and bossy little Susie Robinson had always thrown a fit when she'd lost. They'd also played with Susie's dolls, except no one was allowed to touch them except Susie, so it was mostly just the girls all sitting in a circle watching Susie and her dolls. Of course, what kids did together was much different from what adult friends would do.

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Clementine smiled at the plan.
"That sounds like a wonderful plan to me. I'll make sure I'm done grading by five the day after tomorrow. It was nice seein' you, but I really should get back home now. Lesson plans 'n all."
She smiled and said her salutations before turning and making her way toward the saloon doors, praying that this time she wouldn't almost have her face flattened. It was embarrassing enough once!
Clementine left the building and turned in the direction of the schoolhouse. She had some cleaning and organizing to do before school began again tomorrow.