The First Big Score [STORY] (3 Slots Open)

[White Mimic]

Colt Town, the tiny shell of a town now only surrounded by rumors and legends, and inhabited only by those chasing that which might not even exist. A desolate wasteland of hopes and dreams, all clinging to a single stray thread of what once was on the cashmir sweater of history and folklore. But this story only follows what once was tangentially, for 'what was' belongs in text books of the angst ridden teenagers on Academy Island, and 'what is' shall unfold right before our very eyes.

Let our story begin~

"Cacti...Tumbleweed...Cacti...Cacti..." A lone figure slowly turned in the desert of the island of Colt Town as the sun sat high in the sky, beating down on the brown and orange sands. Surrounded by nothing but sand and barely any desert vegetation, his hopes of finding the Town were still high, considering how small the island was, but still, it was incredibly frustrating to disembark on the wrong, unpopulated side of an island because SOMEONE had been holding the map upside down.

"It should be right here." He held a rough sketch of the island in his hands, upside down, trying to make out what had gone wrong. If you had met this individual in real life, it would be quite a bizarre occurence since not many people would wear what he does. Upon his head was a bright orange helmet shaped like a pumpkin, and on top of that was a wide brimmed black cap, which provided an excellent atmospheric accent to his standard coatless dress attire. The coat was what usually solidified his appearance, but man was it way too hot for something as trivial as that.

"Awww. I come all this way just to be lost in the middle of nowhere? Disappointed, I'm VERY Disappointed. Especially at you!" The man pointed at the map accusingly, a metal claw flinging out of the glove as he pointed. "How can a sheet of paper be so stupid! Can't even tell me where a freaking town is. It's the only one on this island isn't it? Stupid piece of pap- Oh there it is!"

Colt Town had been in the opposite direction the entire time, but it generally took this long for this particular man to notice things as large as that. He tucked the map away into his pocket and sauntered off towards the little town in the distance, singing to himself quietly.

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The town was as empty as the desert. You only needed to replace the rocks with buildings and the cacti with people. Only a few people were wandering between buildings, many of them appeared to be the most awkward people you could meet, dressed in exploring gear, excavation uniforms, and there were even a few random looking wierdos as well. Well, not everyone could be a snazzily dressed as the man with the pumpkin helmet, an appearance like this took effort.

Fortunately, he wouldn't have to spend too long here. He already had a lead to find what he wanted to find based on his mentor's notes, all he would have to do was locate his destination before making his move for the treasure. "And what better place to get information than the local confectionary." The man said to himself as he skipped like a lunatic into a nearby Saloon.

Empty except for a few people this saloon. In the corner were a few explorers mapping out what they had found as a skirt bobbed behind the bar, rumagging around through the aged alcohols and glasses. The two in the corner looked up from the map at his entrance, glanced him over a couple of times, before they tried to ask him "Who ar-"

"I Am The Celebrated Mr. J! Behold, you filthy cartographers, Do I Have Something In My Teeth?" He leaned closely to the two, pointing at the mouth of his helmet. If nothing else, his interruptive response would confuse them into being quiet.

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