Sneak peek at a scenario in an upcoming chapter.
Stranger pushes Pugsley a little too far.
Just to let people know about out lovable little emo Outlaw, here's a small Bio.
Name: Pugsley Andrew Forrester
Age: 35 (assuming Outlaws age like humans)
Gender: Male
Height: 8' 5''
Weight: 658 Ibs
Lifestyle: Former unwilling gangster thug, now on the Birdington's 20 Most Wanted list. He travels a lot now.
Life accomplishments so far: Has been one of the few Outlaws who chose a crime-free lifestyle.
Apparel: First and foremost, his Bowler hat. It's his "Security item." He also wears a blue overcoat, a white buttoned shirt (now stained yellow) with an Elum Chubs pin clipping the top. His pants are tan, and his sandals have a modified heel rim for a snug fit. Too bad all of this stuff sucks for traveling in the heat.
Affiliated with: The gargantuain Bailey "Tiny" Markowitz (who thinks he's sooo damn clever for giving himself that nickname), Bailey's right-hand Outlaw Chains, other members of the Bailey gang, and recently, a mysterious bounty hunter who goes by the name "The Stranger."
~Bio pulled off of the entry I made for this on DeviantART~
Pugsley Forrester was always different from other Outlaws. He never had any desire to loot, plunder, maim or anything else that most of his brethren took active part in on a regular basis. He was a well-spoken Outlaw, and preferred to use proper english over the verbal detritus dunked in unbearable southern slang that spewed from the mouths of his kind.
What Pugsley wanted most was to become a productive member of society.
Unfortunately, due to the image his species has set for themselves because of their miscreant actions, nobody trusted him enough to allow him that luxury. So he spent most of his early years scrounging out a living wherever he could. Food was found in garbage dumps, as was a nice, cozy shelter. An uncomfortable life, but he just had to grin and bear it.
Then one day, his shambled mess of a home was ambushed by a gang of criminal Outlaws (I know that sounds like a redundancy, but "Outlaw" is their race/species name) who were led by a gargantuain brute with a firey temper named Bailey "Tiny" Markowitz. One of the Outlaw minions identified Pugsley as an old childhood aquaintence that he used to torment, and Bailey (for absolutely no reason other than to expand his gang a bit more) decided to make Pugsley their hostage.
Pugsley was understandably unhappy with the situation that he had been dragged into. The poor guy was forced to go into towns and ransack the homes. This wasn't how he had invisioned spending his middle years. To keep escaping off of Pugsley's mind, Bailey gave him some of the clothing that was retreived from houses (hence his nice black coat, hunged metal-framed sandals and "Elum Chubs" clothespin at the top of his shirt). But no amount of material things made Pugsley happy with his situation. He longed for a free life, or any life other than this.
The gang relocated to a ranger station just west of their old location. Once they had done away with the rangers, they settled in. In just two weeks, the place went from cleanly and organized to a ramshackled, crumbling mess. The mountain had two Clakker-made paths; to the west was a path to a canyon road that led to the town of Sanderson Flats, and to the south was a cozy little town called Birdington.
Bailey and his goons set their sights on Birdington. On a calm, cool evening, they made their move.