[What happens when your previous employment happened to be a very long time ago in a place that doesn't even really exist anymore? Vasquez has registered his guns for use, but it's not like anyone is coming up to him to use them and he doesn't foresee people coming to him like Sam did for Rose Creek. Honestly, he's not sure he'd even take those jobs, not after seeing four men die in the face of it.
So that leaves him with three guns, a lasso, a lot of skills, and none of them worth anything. He barely knows how to operate a phone, people are staring at him because his clothes look weird (not that he has any plans to give them up) and that leaves Vasquez aimless, unemployed, and still wandering around trying to find out if there's a price on his head to worry about.
The one thing that he could do is absent, seeing as it doesn't look like anyone is looking for a rancher or a farmhand, not that he thinks he'd be very good at those things anymore. That's a lifetime ago and he hasn't passed many sprawling farms in his short time here. Digging in his pockets to find cigarette and matches, he decides he's going to need to find something, because, after all...]
Cigarettes won't pay for themselves.
ii. tag it, bag it
[Hello, my name is vasquez and on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted, dead or alive.
He's still not entirely feeling safe because he has no idea whether that $500 is still luring people in to trade his life for cash, but if he doesn't start making money soon and doing something, he's going to be in a different kind of trouble. Men like him don't do so well bored, after all. He needs a job, he needs to know what he can even do, and maybe today, this will give him a chance to figure it out.
Slapping the nametag on his vest with displeasure, he stares around and tries to find someone like Sam, who looks like they know what they're doing, because that's usually the smart first step to anything.]
vasquez | magnificent 7 | ota
[What happens when your previous employment happened to be a very long time ago in a place that doesn't even really exist anymore? Vasquez has registered his guns for use, but it's not like anyone is coming up to him to use them and he doesn't foresee people coming to him like Sam did for Rose Creek. Honestly, he's not sure he'd even take those jobs, not after seeing four men die in the face of it.
So that leaves him with three guns, a lasso, a lot of skills, and none of them worth anything. He barely knows how to operate a phone, people are staring at him because his clothes look weird (not that he has any plans to give them up) and that leaves Vasquez aimless, unemployed, and still wandering around trying to find out if there's a price on his head to worry about.
The one thing that he could do is absent, seeing as it doesn't look like anyone is looking for a rancher or a farmhand, not that he thinks he'd be very good at those things anymore. That's a lifetime ago and he hasn't passed many sprawling farms in his short time here. Digging in his pockets to find cigarette and matches, he decides he's going to need to find something, because, after all...]
Cigarettes won't pay for themselves.
ii. tag it, bag it
[Hello, my name is
vasquezand on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted, dead or alive.He's still not entirely feeling safe because he has no idea whether that $500 is still luring people in to trade his life for cash, but if he doesn't start making money soon and doing something, he's going to be in a different kind of trouble. Men like him don't do so well bored, after all. He needs a job, he needs to know what he can even do, and maybe today, this will give him a chance to figure it out.
Slapping the nametag on his vest with displeasure, he stares around and tries to find someone like Sam, who looks like they know what they're doing, because that's usually the smart first step to anything.]