04-20-2010, 05:37 PM
Champagne was a dusty sort of town, a former mining town, now just a dinky little stop on one of the major railway. The occasional travelers were the only reason this place hadn't emptied out and become a ghost town. Despite the tourism it wasn't anything special. It was pretty much just an Inn, Saloon, General good's store, jail and a few houses. Most of the residents were tan skinned and dark hair, Natives of the area that had lost their land and moved decided to make their home here instead.
There was one doctor in the whole town, and he was responsible for haircuts and dentistry as well, his name was Wisaaka, but was better known as Al. Al was a tall man with the same dark hair as many of the other residents. But unlike many who grew theirs out he kept his short.
Today a young man sat in one of his chairs with a black eye and blood dripping from his mouth, "an then hsukka punched me" The boy complained.
The boy was the sheriff's son, Yael. He was young but at 18 he was old enough to work, he had been doing odd jobs around town for some time. But he wasn't the only one, and it seemed there was some competition to be had. Recently Yael had been ending up in Al's doctor's office with all sorts of bumps and bruises, all caused by the same person. For some reason though Al never saw this other party, either the other young man never got hurt or just never came to the doctor.
Yael massaged his aquiline nose a little and sighed, "Its not broke right?". His long black braid swished a bit as he looked over at his doctor.
Al shook his head "No, your fine... You just cut your lip on the inside, just don't poke it and keep it clean and you should heal up fine on your own."
Out in the streets stood Yael's attacker, Conan, he held a hammer and was working on re-paneling the side of someone's house. He was tall and thin with wolfish features and scruffy facial hair. The two boys were roughly the same age, but Conan looked older and meaner than the other. He wore a headband around his head, it was the only thing that kept his messy shoulder length hair out of his face. There were thick gauze bandages wrapped around his ankles and knees, and a couple of plasters on his face, looking at him it was plain to see that he was something of a scrapper.
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