Post by Erik Black on Apr 16, 2012 22:09:00 GMT -5
STANDING ALONE
IN THE SOOT AND STONE HE DRAWS FROM HIS HOLSTER
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ERIK BLACK
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The paperwork never seemed to have an end and it seemed not to matter where you lived either, you just couldn’t escape it. The government thinks they need to know about every offense even though when it really comes down to it they don’t do anything. Erik sighed as he signed his name at the bottom of another report. Paperwork just seemed to be part of the job, although I suppose it’s better than Laredo, I never had a chance to finish paperwork because there were so many criminals coming in. Laredo was best known for their crime rate and the cheap housing. Erik laughed slightly over that one as the people in Laredo were tough, or they were dead. And that’s just the way of the world with some places. Even if it breaks your heart. Erik pushed away from his desk and turned to grab his gun belt and hat. I’ve had just about enough paperwork for the day, he decided as he strolled out the door to the Sheriff’s office and paused on the stoop.
Erik pulled the brim of his down little further to shade his eyes from the noon sun as he glanced around him at the bustling people. Erik was a tall man at six foot five inches and a built musculature from years of hard work. He had dark brown hair that fell longer over his brow than the back of his neck. Most days he had at least a five o’clock shadow, as he couldn’t be bothered to take time to shave in his daily routine. He casually leaned against one of the posts on the front porch of his office as he just enjoyed the scene before him. Open people; people that would walk down the street laughing or talking or shoving one another in fun. Until he’d stepped foot in Amarillo he’d had no idea people could be like this all the time. Most people in Laredo learned early that if you didn’t have the guns to back you up you kept your head down and minded your own business. There were always brief moments of levity, whenever the local gang controlling the area was busy elsewhere, but those moments never lasted long enough. Someone walked by, calling a greeting and waving to him, and Erik could only tip his hat with a smile. These people were so special, and that more than anything else was why he’d vowed to serve and protect them for as long as he was their Sheriff.
Amarillo was no Laredo but it wasn’t a saint among cities either. No place was completely without crime of any sort, or even minor problems. And oh boy did it have its minor problems. Erik had never rescued so many cats up trees, missing hounds, or simple domestic arguments as he had in the past couple of weeks. A few of his buddies from the Armadillo had even gone so far as to say the amount of domestic disputes between women had gone up since he’d come to town. They seemed to have some sort of hair brained scheme that they were causing a ruckus on purpose. The dark haired man thought about for a moment then simply shook his head as he straightened himself and began ambling through the crowds on his rounds. People were funny that way; sometimes surprising you when you least expect it and other times doing something of obvious it makes you wonder how they thought they were going to get away with it. There was nothing he could do to change their behavior just react to it. Just the other day a carriage carrying money from the local bank had been robbed while they were transferring bags of coins into the back. They man grabbed two bags each containing eight hundred dollars, the only problem for him was that each bag weighed thirty pounds. The guy didn’t even make it to his wagon he was so weighed down by them. Erik grinned over the stupidity and recklessness of some of the criminals he arrested. Then of course there were the local drunks that by now the new Sheriff knew all by name. They worked so much like clockwork that Erik didn’t even need a call from the Armadillo anymore; he just stopped by around the time they’d be getting plastered and hauled them off. A night in a clean jail like Amarillo’s never hurt anyone and eh got free labor from it as well. As penance for their disorderly behavior they cleaned everything with Erik cheerfully looking over their every move. But this was his life now and he enjoyed it; even if he rescued cats for elderly grandmothers, found the lost dogs of wet eyed little boys, and had to sort through dozens of women’s arguments over who grew the petunias where.
[/td]Erik pulled the brim of his down little further to shade his eyes from the noon sun as he glanced around him at the bustling people. Erik was a tall man at six foot five inches and a built musculature from years of hard work. He had dark brown hair that fell longer over his brow than the back of his neck. Most days he had at least a five o’clock shadow, as he couldn’t be bothered to take time to shave in his daily routine. He casually leaned against one of the posts on the front porch of his office as he just enjoyed the scene before him. Open people; people that would walk down the street laughing or talking or shoving one another in fun. Until he’d stepped foot in Amarillo he’d had no idea people could be like this all the time. Most people in Laredo learned early that if you didn’t have the guns to back you up you kept your head down and minded your own business. There were always brief moments of levity, whenever the local gang controlling the area was busy elsewhere, but those moments never lasted long enough. Someone walked by, calling a greeting and waving to him, and Erik could only tip his hat with a smile. These people were so special, and that more than anything else was why he’d vowed to serve and protect them for as long as he was their Sheriff.
Amarillo was no Laredo but it wasn’t a saint among cities either. No place was completely without crime of any sort, or even minor problems. And oh boy did it have its minor problems. Erik had never rescued so many cats up trees, missing hounds, or simple domestic arguments as he had in the past couple of weeks. A few of his buddies from the Armadillo had even gone so far as to say the amount of domestic disputes between women had gone up since he’d come to town. They seemed to have some sort of hair brained scheme that they were causing a ruckus on purpose. The dark haired man thought about for a moment then simply shook his head as he straightened himself and began ambling through the crowds on his rounds. People were funny that way; sometimes surprising you when you least expect it and other times doing something of obvious it makes you wonder how they thought they were going to get away with it. There was nothing he could do to change their behavior just react to it. Just the other day a carriage carrying money from the local bank had been robbed while they were transferring bags of coins into the back. They man grabbed two bags each containing eight hundred dollars, the only problem for him was that each bag weighed thirty pounds. The guy didn’t even make it to his wagon he was so weighed down by them. Erik grinned over the stupidity and recklessness of some of the criminals he arrested. Then of course there were the local drunks that by now the new Sheriff knew all by name. They worked so much like clockwork that Erik didn’t even need a call from the Armadillo anymore; he just stopped by around the time they’d be getting plastered and hauled them off. A night in a clean jail like Amarillo’s never hurt anyone and eh got free labor from it as well. As penance for their disorderly behavior they cleaned everything with Erik cheerfully looking over their every move. But this was his life now and he enjoyed it; even if he rescued cats for elderly grandmothers, found the lost dogs of wet eyed little boys, and had to sort through dozens of women’s arguments over who grew the petunias where.
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This post is basically for Erik doing anything for people, most likely small things. If any of your characters have a problem feel free to post small problems here or introduce it here (if it requires more posting we can start a new thread of him actually helping) Thanks!
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