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Name: Sarsaparilla Jones
Stats: Female, African American
Tattooed. Great Smile.
Location: New England
Birthplace: Chi Town
Weapons of Choice: If it has bullets she owns it.
Personal quote: "Touch the car and Ill break your mothers head."
Favorite Quote. "Do I look like a Clown to you?" Goodfellas
Introduction: One bullet inside the chamber of a dead mans gun. Although she was a marksman with anything with a trigger she was a butcher with anything sharp. When a shard of glass cuts through a wrist you better hope the gun inside it's hand fires. She gripped the handle, pointed and aimed. The sound from the blowback made he twitch a small smile of satisfaction.
The Great Dottie Page
Stats: 1966 Chevellle Malibu S.S.
Race: Hooker Heel Red with a splash of matt black and chrome.
Notable Oddities: Ignition is of a face with an open mouth. The only key is that of the owners fingers. If the true owner inserts his/her fingers in Dottie's mouth she will start. If another tries her inner walls will engulf in flames killing anyone inside leaving no trace.
Radio only plays when in kill mode.
Fire Engulf her in kill mode.
Dottie Page fuels off of the owners anger.
Current Owner: Sarsaparilla Jones
Previous Owner:
(Rumored) Elvis Aaron Presley
7 SINS TO GRACELAND
ACT 2 SCEENE 4
The Scenery is damp and full of waiting tequila puddles hoping to break a neck with a simple slip and fall. The wood surrounding the piss poor shit stop were full of rusty nails and a small city of accumulating spider webs. The bar was packed with it's regular selection of degenerate gamblers, miners and kids not old enough to spell the words "bad situation". The bartender could careless of his customers, and in the eyes of the all knowing Wayne the color green had no age.
Wayne was your average old Irish bastard, damn near 80 and still quicker with a pistol than a single thought. He sat down more than he walked and trusted his regulars enough to pour their own booze and still manage to make tips. Why did I come here? She called and asked me for a familiar place to meet. Well, my fathers bar is about as familiar as the owner of it.
There she was, why she called me is still a mystery. The "Her" I speak of was Sarsaparilla Jones, bail bondsman, gun runner, pimp and player. The only thing I knew of her was story Bird once told me of a bar fire in Chicago. Apparently it went down after a simple card game and the pink slip to a Studebaker, much like the one sitting outside the bar now. All that is known for fact is Sarsaparilla was the only one alive while 64 others burned to death; there she was, probably waiting to do the same thing now.
Graphic needed: Casual Pub Scene. Sarsaparilla sitting in a corner both smoking a cigar. Wayne Sitting behind the bar waving to a patron.
Graphic 3: Dottie Page parked under a tree to the side of bar.
Name: Sarsaparilla Jones
Stats: Female, African American
Tattooed. Great Smile.
Location: New England
Birthplace: Chi Town
Weapons of Choice: If it has bullets she owns it.
Personal quote: "Touch the car and Ill break your mothers head."
Favorite Quote. "Do I look like a Clown to you?" Goodfellas
Introduction: One bullet inside the chamber of a dead mans gun. Although she was a marksman with anything with a trigger she was a butcher with anything sharp. When a shard of glass cuts through a wrist you better hope the gun inside it's hand fires. She gripped the handle, pointed and aimed. The sound from the blowback made he twitch a small smile of satisfaction.
The Great Dottie Page
Stats: 1966 Chevellle Malibu S.S.
Race: Hooker Heel Red with a splash of matt black and chrome.
Notable Oddities: Ignition is of a face with an open mouth. The only key is that of the owners fingers. If the true owner inserts his/her fingers in Dottie's mouth she will start. If another tries her inner walls will engulf in flames killing anyone inside leaving no trace.
Radio only plays when in kill mode.
Fire Engulf her in kill mode.
Dottie Page fuels off of the owners anger.
Current Owner: Sarsaparilla Jones
Previous Owner:
(Rumored) Elvis Aaron Presley
7 SINS TO GRACELAND
ACT 2 SCEENE 4
The Scenery is damp and full of waiting tequila puddles hoping to break a neck with a simple slip and fall. The wood surrounding the piss poor shit stop were full of rusty nails and a small city of accumulating spider webs. The bar was packed with it's regular selection of degenerate gamblers, miners and kids not old enough to spell the words "bad situation". The bartender could careless of his customers, and in the eyes of the all knowing Wayne the color green had no age.
Wayne was your average old Irish bastard, damn near 80 and still quicker with a pistol than a single thought. He sat down more than he walked and trusted his regulars enough to pour their own booze and still manage to make tips. Why did I come here? She called and asked me for a familiar place to meet. Well, my fathers bar is about as familiar as the owner of it.
There she was, why she called me is still a mystery. The "Her" I speak of was Sarsaparilla Jones, bail bondsman, gun runner, pimp and player. The only thing I knew of her was story Bird once told me of a bar fire in Chicago. Apparently it went down after a simple card game and the pink slip to a Studebaker, much like the one sitting outside the bar now. All that is known for fact is Sarsaparilla was the only one alive while 64 others burned to death; there she was, probably waiting to do the same thing now.
Graphic needed: Casual Pub Scene. Sarsaparilla sitting in a corner both smoking a cigar. Wayne Sitting behind the bar waving to a patron.
Graphic 3: Dottie Page parked under a tree to the side of bar.