* Millie walks down quickly to the train station and looks around for the old man. [He's still there, talking amiably to a woman and her child. He ruffles the kid's hair and hands them both tickets.] [They wave and wander off. The old man goes back to sweeping.] * Millie walks riiight up to the conductor and waits for the man to acknowledge her. [He sweeps for a little longer, then looks sloooowly up and leans on his broom. "Oh, you're back."] Yeaaaah. You've still got my money. ["You gave it to me. Didn't even seem to want it back." He digs in his pocket, pulls out a wad of bills, and counts out ten dollars.] For a train ride. Are you SURE there's no faster way? ["Train's the fastest thing there is. If we had a stop at your Injun village, we could get you there in four hours or so. As it is, two and a day's ride through the desert."] [He pauses. "I think."] * Millie blinks. "..are you SURE of that? [He hands the money to Millie, without prompting, even! "But it's a dangerous trip. I shouldn't need to tell you this, if you've already been out there."] ["Fairly. Look, do you want my advice or not? If you don't care about losing your horse, you can get there by tonight."] Yeah...there was that stupid forest...and... * Millie blinks and eyes him suspiciously. "L-losing...my horse?" [The man looks Pepper over with an appraising eye. "Looks strong enough. But, like I said, she'd probably die from exhaustion." He starts sweeping again. "No, the train goes around the cacti."] [He doesn't respond to Millie's last comment right away.] * Millie sighs. "And without losin' my horse then...?" It's really important. I've got ta get there by, say, before noon tomorrow. I don't know how long I have really... Sheriff said if we could find Will in a reasonable time, then we'd be fine but...I don't know 'bout that... ["Two hours to Petronskivus, full day to your village. Be there by noon or so tomorrow."] ["Maybe a little later. I don't know how hard you're willing to push her."] * Millie smiles. "I picked the best. I know my horses, mister. Bloom's Canyon don't raise no fools when it comes ta horses." [He shrugs. "Don't know nothin' about Bloom's Canyon. But I'm telling you, if you try to get there by nightfall, there's a good shot you'll kill her, no matter how good she is."] Alright, alright..how 'bout mornin' though? ["Don't know. Don't travel at night, not sure what all's involved with it. But you'd need to."] Alright. ["If this... Will person? If he's there, and you need him back here by noon tomorrow, I don't know how you're gonna manage it."] * Millie takes a deep breath. "Sounds like it'd still be best ta go that way.." She looks around for an innocent person just standing around. Or not so innocent, if necessary. [There's a few candidates. The woman and her kid, a Shomuran sitting and looking over a revolver, a lovely young couple standing off to one side, and a cowboy, asleep with his hat over his face.] * Millie goes over to the cowboy and walks right in front of him, bending over a bit to see if he notices, grinning a bit. [Snore.] * Millie taps him on the shoulder. "Oi. You there." [He starts. "Huh? Wha?" He pulls his hat a bit out of his eyes and squints at Millie.] * Millie smiles REAAAL nice-like as the guy wakes up and tilts her hat up. "Mornin, Sunshine. How'd ya like ta make a girl REAAAL happy? Maybe make a bit for yourself too?" [He gives a slow smile (one tooth missing) and pushes himself into a sitting position. Brief touch to the side shows his pack's still there. "Yeah? How's that?"] Well, two things. I need ya ta deliver two messages. One to a group of people at the saloon. One's a blond odd-lookin' Shomuran, the other's a scrawny, but kinda pretty female Shomuran, an' the other's a scarred up Injun. The other's to the sherriff. Think ya can do that?" [There's a brief pause, then a shrug. "Sure. What's in it for me?" He's pulling himself into a standing position, buckling a short sword of some kind on.] * Millie smiles brightly at him. "Besides my undyin' gratitude?" She grins slightly. "Nah. I'll pay ya for it. How much ya think it's worth ta ya?" ["Depends on if this gets me shot at or not," he replies as he checks a repeating rifle over before slinging it on his back.] * Millie straightens up to her full height as she talks too. Proper posture and all. Nah. It shouldn't. It's jus' two simple messages. Now all ya gotta tell the people at the saloon is that Millie decided ta take the train after all. If there's any trouble, jus' send some smoke her way. Got that? [He nods. "Sure. And the other one?"] As for the sherriff, I need ya ta tell him that we're lookin' for Will. But it'll take time. Gotta get ta Garson City an' back. That should be reasonable enough for him. It'll probably take 3 days at the most. ["Got it. This might make me miss my train, so it'd better be really damn worthwhile."] * Millie pouts and puts her hands on her hips. "An' helpin' me out ain't worthwhile? I'm hurt. Really, I'm hurt." How's this? I'll pay ya enough for two more tickets. Sound fair? [He grins. "Normally wouldn't even consider it. And I'll take that and a kiss."] * Millie blushes a bit. "A kiss? Ya wouldn't force that on a...a..." She deadpans. "You would, wouldn'tcha...?" ["I ain't forcin' nobody. You're the one who woke me up."] * Millie fidgets a bit, as if she's unsure what to do, and pushes her fingertips together nervously. "An...an'..yer shure that's whatcha want..." [He looks vaguely amused. "You can always tell 'em yerself."] * Millie looks up at the guy from underneath her long lashes. "...on the cheek...raight?" [There's a little frown of disappointment, then a shrug. "Sure."] * Millie breathes a sigh of relief. "Alright...close yer eyes then..." [He obliges. What a good boy!] * Millie leans forward. She seems to be shaking a bit. She squints HARD and closes her eyes, inching forward towards the guys cheek. It seems to be taking forever though. (Millie's weird. Get on with it!) * Millie gives the guy a quick peck on the cheek and then pulls back, opening her eyes quickly and blinking. [Tabloid reporters eagerly await...] (...) [He opens his eyes and tries not to look too disappointed. Aww. "Okay, fifty bucks, and I'll get your messages to 'em."] ( But...but...he's not even CHROME! It's disgustin'! Kisses should be saved for the ones ya love...like Winchesters!) (Freak!) ( Actually, he has a metal plate in his head. ) (He can hear radio stations! If we had radio stations.) * Millie lets out a long breath and smiles. "Thanks, sweetheart. I'll remember ya." She gets back her composure and winks at him, grinning as she pulls out the money. "Promise." ( You bet. :P ) [He lets out a slight chuckle as he picks up his pack. "Sure. Yer name's Millie, right?"] Raight. Millie Reinhart. * Millie thumps her chest proudly and puffs it out. "Best Riflewoman in the west!" [He doesn't react to that. Really. "Bet ya are."] * Millie suddenly puffs out her cheeks and points at the guy. "An' if ya so much as MENTION Calamity Jan..." [He holds out his hands. "Hey, hey. Just waitin' for the money."] Raight...raight... * Millie pulls out the money and hands it over. "Here." [He takes it, counts it out, and nods. "All right. Know which saloon they're in?"] I...uh... * Millie doesn't. But she gives directions to where they are. (She's so good with every name other than HER OWN.) [He shakes his head. "Right. See ya round, Millie Reinhart." And he walks off! But not into the sunset, because it's not that time of day yet.] * Millie lets out a deep breath, watches the guy go, then when he's out of earshot (and eyeshot), starts spitting. "Yuck!" The nerve...why I oughta... * Millie grumbles all the way to the conductor and thrusts out ten dollars. "Horse. Train. Ticket. NOW!" [The conductor tries not to laugh as he takes the ten dollars from Millie. Again.] * Millie grumbles and looks at the conductor out of the side of her eyes. "Don'tchu say anything. The thing's a girl's gotta go through ta get help 'round here..." * Millie houms as she deflates. "What'll it take for me ta get ANY respect around here..?" ["I've found that it takes respect to earn respect." He draws out a ticket for Millie's horse and hands it over.] * Millie pouts and gives the gentleman a sorrowful look. "Hey. I respect people!" (...5 will get you 10, she actually BELIEVES that...) * Millie takes the ticket and sulks a little. "...thanks." [He shrugs. "Just some advice. What's an old man like me know? Just lived longer than two of ya, more than likely." Back to sweeping.] * Millie pouts again and looks at the ticket, then back to the sweeper. Then sees if her train's close to coming yet. ["Train'll be here in about twenty." He must be psychic!] * Millie turns back to the old man. "Thanks...err.." She looks down. "Sorry...about before..." ["It's all right." He looks up at Millie again and offers a tired smile. "Young people always assume they know more than their elders. And sometimes, you do. These are some crazy days we live in."] I'm jus' frazzled is all...I mean...thing's all get shot ta hell an' then no one listens ta me..it gets down on a gal... [He lets out a chuckle. "You gotta listen first. Then maybe people will listen to you. It's a lot of give and take, people."] Yeah but... * Millie takes a deep breath. "Maybe you're right.." * Millie rubs her forehead. ["Pretty girl like you, probably used to gettin' whatever she wants. It's when you deal with people who don't care that's the problem."] * Millie looks up angrily at the old man and puffs out her cheeks, then deflates a little. It's not worth it. [Sweep sweep sweep.] * Millie speaks back up slowly. "...but...I still think I'm right anyways...and they don't even listen to what I have to say." [The old man doesn't look up. "Sounds to me the issue is they don't think you're right. If you are, provin' it to them should be easier."] But...they don't even give reasons why they think I'm wrong. They jus' ignore me. I give reasons why I think they're wrong all the TIME. * Millie gestures a lot with her hands as she speaks. [He might notice the flailing; he might not. Chances are, Millie wouldn't call it flailing anyway. "If ya get this worked up when you do it, all they hear's probably you yellin'. No reasons."] Yeah...but...but... * Millie blinks at that and looks at the conductor incredulously. "I'm not yelling?" [He turns his attention from the ground and gives her an amused look. "Voice went up." He points up to illustrate this.] But...I'm not yelling! ["There ya go again."] Go again WHAT? ["An' a third time." He's grinning now.] * Millie puts her fists on her hips and pout at the conductor. "I'm not!" ["Now you're doing the hell-hath-no-fury thing. Why, if I haven't been married over twenty years, I-" He gets cut off as a Shomuran walks up and politely asks for a ticket.] * Millie hmmphs and turns away. "Fine. Forget I ever apologized. I take it back." [He's too busy selling the nice young lady her ticket. She isn't carrying a naginata, by the way.] * Millie looks at the conductor out of the side of her eye to see if he cares in any fashion. [She takes it and goes to have a seat, and he pulls out his schedule and checks it.) (They're right. Millie *is* a big child. ;P) (Hey. I'm the one that said it first. I fully admit it :P) [And so, Millie sulks and most likely brushes off words of one wiser than she. Go figure.] [Session End!]