The fall of the West RP

Everyone nods and goes there seperate ways, instead of john, john slowly follows clark, trying to keep hidden.

Clark continues walking briskly through the bustling streets. He enters a large plaza with an overflowing amount of people.

John stays back, but always keeping an eye on him.

Clark pushes his way through the huge amount of people. He makes his way to a fancy looking saloon.

John quickly moves through the crowd of ppl managing to steal one guys black trench coat, and a different hat. HE puts his in his jacket and wears the new one, and follows clark into the saloon, trying to cover his face with the hat, and leans on the wall in the back.

Upon entering the high end tavern, Clark immediately goes and takes the first open seat he sees at the bar. He orders a gin and tonic (historically accurate?).

"Thanks."

He slams the currency on the table and scans the bar.

John notices him scanning and he looks down while leaning on the wall, tiping his hat so it covers his face.

( i think idk.)

(good move lol)

Clark notices nothing suspicious in the bar and continues drinking.

John sighs as he continues to watch him.

A rather large man approaches Clark and sits next to him. Clark orders a drink for him and they begin talking.

John moves a little closer to the table so he can hear what they are talking about.l

The large seems angry.

"It aint supposed ta go down like this, Farraday."

The stranger's accent is thick. Clark takes a long sip of his gin and tonic. The stranger pounds his fist to bar, splintering it and causing a few peoples beers to fall over.

"I'm talkin to ya! Answer me or so help me God-"

The large man stops mid-sentence when he feels the cool tip of Clark's revolver against his throat.

"You've always had this probelm, Dutch. Failure to communicate. It's sad really. Pretty much incurable ...maybe I'll just do ya here and save you the trouble..."

"N-N-No! W-Wait! We'll have the shipment ready to move by tomorrow! No probelms, no delays! I swear it! Just please don't shoot me, Farraday!"

Clark sneers. The rest of the bar seems to pay know mind as their ignorance allows them to continue their daily lives.

"Now that's more like it."

He holsters the pistol, throws some gold on the counter and heads for the exit.

john watches clark leave and waits for the big man to move, and follows him when he does.

Clark exits the bar, looking both ways before he crosses the road to a seemingly abandoned building. Holding his hat, he jogs over to it.

John walks over to the big man in the bar, and slpis him a peice of paper saying:
"Meet in the back. URGENT!"
then he walks to the back.

In the back of the bar, a large silhouette approaches Marston. Meanwhile, Clark enters the abandoned building.

"Salutations my old friends..."

he slowly and stealthy points his revolver to the mans private area.
"tell me what clark is doing with you...or say bye bye to the goods..."

The silhouette steps out the darkness revealing to be the large man from before with a rather large knife jammed through his stomach. He collapses right in front of Marston.

"shit!"
he catches a glimpse of the gifure but doesnt see him good enough..he books it out of the bar, and sees clark walking into a building...he follows.

A group of seedy looking men sit huddled around a octagonal table.

"Gentlemen... It certainly has been too long."

A grotesquely fat man at the opposite end of the room scoffs.

"Perhaps not long enough. What do you want now, Clark?"

Clark smiles enticingly.

"Its nothing much really... I just want your heads on a mantle in my living room."

He draws two pistols and opens fire on the group of men.

Seeing this mass murder John watches in awe, he crouches behind a crate in the shadows.

Once the last of the group of men is slaughtered, Clark throws the pistols onto the table and pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his coat pocket. He promptly unscrews the top and stuffs in a rag he pulls from his pocket. He then strikes a match and lights the end of the rag. Right before he exits the building, he tosses the whiskey bottle on the same table. Within minutes the building is engulfed in flames, and Clark is nowhere to be seen.

As john just managed to escape before clark lit the place on fire...he saw clark walk away.HE was confused and bewilderd... Why? what provoked him to do this...he had to know...he followed clark more...

Sensing someone following him as he walking the city streets Clark quickly makes a run for it and dashes into the nearest alley. He waits in darkness to see his pursuer pass by.

Seing clark run, john paid a random man to take his black coat he got, and walk across the alley, becuase he suspected of clark to wait.
John then darted around the building so he could approach clark from behind.