Description

Nickname (Optional): Annie

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Good guy or bad guy? Explain: Suppose that depends on your religious views.

Position/occupation: Saloon girl at the Silver Spurs

Courting anyone? Being courted?: Bit difficult with her occupation, though she has plenty of regulars visit with her job being a professional flirt and all.

Married?: Nope.

Appearance: Annie is actually quite classically beautiful, with is uncommon outside of classier establishments or show halls in the east. Her golden blonde hair has a slight natural curl that makes dressing up easier, and big, round, bright, baby blues that set off her face nicely. She’s slightly taller than average at 5’5, with a classic hourglass figure. Her skin is a tad darker than what is generally considered attractive in white women of the day, but with the Arizona sun, and her skin’s tendency to tan easily, she can’t really help that.

Personality

Personality (At least 3 sentences): Annie has a pretty showy personality, partially due to her job, and can be quite cocky when she wants to be. She also has a sparkling humor that she wields like a pistol with her customers, both to help keep them entertained and to protect and distance herself from them. Off the job, Annie’s personality is a bit more somber, though she always hold a certain twinkle in her eyes and humorous demeanor. She can be exceedingly stubborn and hard headed though, a trait that puts her at odds with her older sister more often than not.

Equipment

Skills: Some ability with a pistol, hustling, dancing, and very good at showing a man a good time.

History

History: Annie was born the third of seven children in the Oakland family, and was raised to be very tight knit with her siblings. Despite, or maybe because of this, the Oakland family was not the perfect Oklahoma home of domesticity. In fact, abusive violence from their father Lachlan Oakland towards their mother was the norm. After their mother died in childbirth with their youngest sibling Jesse, their father’s drunken abuse turned towards the oldest, Ruth, who took it all with silent strength as she tried to help raise them. One night when Annie was twelve however, the violence escalated, and Annie shot she father with his own pistol in an attempt to save her sister.

Ruth, fifteen at the time, survived, though as primary care giver now, was forced to make some hard decisions employment wise. Ruth worked as a prostitute for three years before their grandfather in Arizona caught wind of their trouble, and moved them west with him. The Oakland General Store in Splitcreek was one of the first businesses in the town, and is very well established as the place to go when you need something difficult to come by in the town. Ruth runs the store now primarily, and though their brother Bobby supports himself as a supply runner to the east, they still have four younger siblings to care for, which was why Annie took a job as a Saloon girl, much to Ruth’s dismay. It is often a root of contention between the two of them, but there is no denying that they need the money, so Anne stubbornly refuses to give up her job, despite the fact it does very little good for her prospects or reputation.

So begins...

Anne Louise Oakland's Story

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#2012-07-04 10:22:03, as written by Kohananinja

Midafternoon found Annie Oakland strolling down Main Street, on route to the Silver Spur, which was her place of occupation. Their family homestead was a little more than a mile outside of town, so she rarely minded the walk. It was a little early to be heading into work, and heaven knew Jan Hass was fit to pitch a flying fit over it, but she needed to get out of the house. Ruth had let grandpa run the store today since he was feeling a bit better and seemed to enjoy the work (though she would undoubtedly be popping in at some point to check on him), which left her at home to continue to pester Annie about subjects she would rather were let be. Their fight today had been particularly scalding, leaving Annie feeling more frustrated and guilty than anything else.

She was dressed in a demure blue cotton dress that matched her eyes, though failed to hide her occupation. No matter how conservatively she might dress outside the Silver Spur, it seemed that everyone in town could tell which girls worked where, especially the women. It didn’t really matter that she was a saloon girl and not a prostitute (they happened to work out of the parlor house two streets over thank you very much), the “respectable” women of Splitcreek never failed to turn up their noses at her. They had lots of fun names for the girls like her who worked in the saloons, like scarlet women or soiled doves, but she had one for them too, stupid. She could make more in a night than they could a month, which gave her the personal satisfaction necessary to send a patronizing smile back their way as she made her way into the saloon.

“Ah cheer up Sam, you can bring your banjo in later and play me a song, she was a sour prude anyhow.” Annie said consoling the drunken miner as she came in with a wink and her trademark smile. She’d only seen him come in a few times, but Annie was very good with names, you got better tips that way.

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#2012-07-05 05:20:14, as written by Kohananinja

Annie came out of the back room once she’d finished dressing in her usual get up, a red and black lace bodice dress that ended at her knees, left her shoulders mostly bare, and showed a teasing peak of her generous bosom, and heard the ruckus coming from outside in the street. Trouble was brewing, that much was certain if the angry and stiff voices outside were anything to go by. She took a quick peek out the window to see who was starting the trouble, and was unsurprised to see her employer, Jan Hass, right in the middle of it. He looked to be schooling his features in a semblance of calm, but Annie could tell from experience with the man and the set of his shoulders he was as steamed as an iron tea kettle. Which of course meant he’d be a joy to work with this evening, she thought with a sigh before turning away from the window. There were customers to take care of after all. Hass might be an unforgivable bean counting, penny pinching, stingy boss, but he still was the one paying her, and she had a job to do.

“Well now, if it isn’t Darby O’Rourke. You must have done alright for yourself today to be dragging your dusty self in here this early.” Annie said with a chuckle as she approached the lone man at the table. “Missy’s not coming in tonight, so it looks like you’ll have to put up with me. What’ll ya have?” She asked with her usual disarming charm. Missy was one of the girls usually fawning over the Irishman, perhaps even a bit more than was professional, when he came in, so he wasn’t one of her regulars, otherwise she would have approached with his usual brand. She knew him well enough by face and name, but not by vintage.

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#2012-07-08 01:29:39, as written by Irish Wolf

“You say that” Darby answered in friendly tone, “Like being served drinks by a lovely colleen like yourself, is a bad thing. Its a shame Missy ain’t here but the prettiest girl in the place is a fair enough replacement.”

The miner gave his best smile, as he glanced up at Annie, slow enough that he got a good view but quick enough not to leer or appear rude. Women were just darling creatures but it was best not to get one upset with you, when you're drinking and she’s the one supplying them. You never knew what they might think was an appropriate punishment, for such transgressions or how creative they could be to avoid it looking like they were punishing you. Of course most of the girls at the Spur liked him, so there wasn't much to worry about but it was never a good idea to turn even one of them against you.

Now he did enjoy when Missy was working. She was a lovely little thing, friendly and more then willing to keep a man (that is to say, him) company while he enjoyed his drink, normally perched on his kee. Of course Annie had her charms too and while she might not be as willing to cuddle or be willing to meet up after her shift, she was a sight for eyes that hadn’t seen more then rocks and dirty men in a long time. Besides, any girl serving him was the prettiest in the place.

“If you have any” said Darby, pulling a fat silver dollar from his pocket and placing it on the table, “A glass of Uisce Beatha from my home or if you don’t, whiskey love and a stake if it can be managed.”

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#2012-07-11 20:20:53, as written by Kohananinja

Annie let out a hearty laugh at the Irish miner’s comment, which held quite a bit of gushing flattery. “Well I’ll thank you for the compliment there Darby, just don’t be lettin’ Missy hear you say that. She’s the jealous sort you know, and I don’t get in fights with angry brunettes over miners, even handsome ones like yourself.” Annie said with a wink, picking up the silver coin he’d laid out for her, and tucking it away for safe keeping. “Be back in a jiffy darlin’.”

Annie sashayed back to the kitchens first, putting in Darby’s order for steak, as well as sweet talking an ordered of cook’s creamy mashed potatoes onto the plate for the Irishman as well. Annie was good about doing stuff like that for her regulars. Jan Huss didn’t like anything that cut into his profits like that, didn’t like her either as far as she could tell, but she was popular enough with the regulars that he generally put up with it. Next she headed to the bar, retrieving a bottle of Irish whisky and a glass, before heading back to the table with the food and drink. “Here you are Darby, there anything else I can get for you?”

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