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 Meeting of the Minds, Tag: Cee [Mature]
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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
Clementine had just come down the stairs from her room. She had had the afternoon off and was just starting her evening. She hadn’t had any scheduled customers that evening, so she would be spending her time between the bar and the saloon to see if there were any interest or to help pass around some drinks. Clementine hated having to do saloon work because it meant that she had to deal directly with other people and she wasn’t all that great at doing that. Usually, if one of her regulars wanted her for the evening, they knew enough to approach her, though sometimes it was just enough to have a conversation.

Although she wasn’t very good on the social aspect of things, Clementine never had any complaints from her customers when it came to things behind the scenes. She had been broken in years ago and learned in the worst of ways the sorts of things that men enjoyed. Thankfully, Madame Louisiana didn’t allow for certain actions to occur, which made Clementine feel safer. The other girls were far more outspoken and extraverted, so they tended to take the attention off of Clementine, which she preferred anyway.

Tonight, however, she had to be more in the spotlight since she did not have anything scheduled. This meant that as she walked around and touched men on their arms or shoulders while they gambled or passed out drinks, she was more susceptible to their hands and various ‘compliments’. One of the men in particular was known for getting a little too handsy and after far too many drinks, being too bold with his requests. Tonight, his attention was on Clementine and she wanted no part with it. She had heard that he was a little too rough in the bedroom and that wasn’t Clementine’s style.

“Not tonight, Edgar.” Clementine said forcefully when she removed his hand from her backside for the third time. His face was red from both booze and the anger of repeated rejection. He stood and grabbed her arm. His face became even redder from his anger as he demanded that she give him her time, twisting her arm in his grasp. Fear and panic took over her as she tried to free her arm from his grasp. “You’re hurting me, Edgar.” She exclaimed, her distress clear in her voice as she struggled to get free.


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This post has been edited by Clementine Ramsay: Jul 15 2018, 09:02 PM
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Cecilia Carrow
twenty-eight
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Civilian
drifter
bee
PRONOUNS: she/her/they
TIMEZONE: est
RATING: m


"Hey buddy. Get off of her!" Cee exclaimed, grabbing the guy's arm, her voice a fake gruff as she pulled lightly while trying to get his attention. Her red hair was bunned up and put under her hat, but her features were still unmistakingly feminine. Most people here kind of knew Cee at some level since her visits started to begin, but she hadn't noticed this girl before.

But most of all, she hadn't noticed this guy before either.

"She said you're hurting her so that means you need to back off." She didn't want to pull out her gun but it was an immediate reaction to keep it at the ready in case this guy got the wrong idea. He had at least a hundred pounds on her and outside of her cracking his kneecaps she was going to have to be a lot smarter about dealing with him and his size. He was also drunk though, so that might make it easier too.

Regardless, she was going to have to test out something tonight.

"Did you hear me? Let her go."

@Clementine Ramsay



This post has been edited by Cecilia Carrow: Jun 26 2018, 09:18 PM
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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
Edgar was muttering something under his breath that Clementine couldn’t understand. His speech was slurred and he seemed to have trouble standing up straight, but his grip was like a vice that gripped her so tightly she thought he was going to break her arm. Her pleas to him fell on deaf ears, however, as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Her rescuer came in the form of a small man, or rather, a woman appearing to be a man. Clementine’s eyes widened slightly as the woman intervened, uncertain as to how Edgar would take a woman telling him what to do. Edgar, however, just seemed perplexed and squinted down at the new addition as though trying to work out what was happening. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to realize after a moment what he was doing and the commotion he was causing. Edgar let her go, mumbled something incoherent and stumbled off towards the back.

The moment she was freed, Clementine faltered on her feet slightly as she had been pulling to try to free herself, but caught herself with the woman and steadied her balance. She cradled her arm for a moment, rubbing where he had grabbed it and tried to ease the throbbing pain that was there. She would get a bruise from that and she worried Madame Louisiana would be unhappy with her for causing a scene. Looking to the woman, Clementine bowed her head slightly, “Thank you. I apologize for disturbing your evening.” She stated, her voice quiet in a room full of drunks. Her heart was still pounding painfully against her chest as her anxiety still ran its course through her.

Clementine paused for a moment, absently rubbing her arm as she looked the woman over. She had never seen a woman in pants before. "Would you like a drink?
My treat."
She offered with a smile. She had to make amends for disturbing her evening, after all.



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Cecilia Carrow
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RATING: m


Without hesitating, Cee caught her and held her up while doing her best to calm her down. It seemed like the guy didn't want any more trouble for whatever reason and stumbled off to lick his wounds. Which was fair. She got that.

For now though, her attention was on this sweet bar maid who was now appraising her as well, or looking at her pants in confusion. Could be lots of things, but Cee always did like to hope it was appraisal. She had simple hopes and dreams. You had to take what you could get in this world.

But still, she also had to be polite and with that she shot her a bright grin. "Oh it was no trouble at all. I just want to make sure you're okay." She nodded, looking to her arm before realizing what she was offering. "A drink would be lovely. Thank you. Finest ale." She chuckled, letting her go after a prolonged minute to tip her hat.

The most gentlewomanly thing to do after all.



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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
Clementine’s posture relaxed a little with the woman beside her, keeping her steady. Clementine had spent a lifetime living at the hands of abusive men and though she did not think Edgar was that way, the aggression was enough to terrify her into panicked submission. Years of living with Clyde taught her that resistance meant lashings until the skin on her back was gone, but if she behaved and did as she was told, Clyde would make sure the men didn’t rough her up too much.

It had only been a little over a year now since that fateful evening of Clyde’s passing and though Madame Louisiana kept her safe and the girls’ protected one another, Clementine had a hard time shedding the paranoia that something would give and she would be back into the clutches of another man like Clyde.

The women in this town continue to amaze her, though. They were strong and gutsy and not at all as she had been taught to be. This one was dressed like a man though her soft features and beauty were hard to miss. Clementine always enjoyed the femininity of women, they were vastly different than men when she bed with them. Men who sought only to conquer most of the time while women were in it for the connection and experience. At least, in Clementine’s opinion and her experience with women were limited.

“I will be alright.” Clementine assured her, she had endured far worse, after all. “The finest ale it shall be.” Clementine replied with a smirk that could be almost considered coy in nature. She led the woman to a small table near the bar and fetched the promised ale. When Clementine returned, she placed the mug in front of the other woman and took the beside her. “I’m Clementine.” She introduced. “I don’t believe I have seen you in here before.”



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Cecilia Carrow
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TIMEZONE: est
RATING: m


"Okay." Cee smiled, catching that look. It stopped her in her tracks a little, just a little and it was hard to get her mind racing back into the present. Which, okay, she probably should because. Well, wow. That smile was enough to break her a little.

Why did pretty girls exist?

Why?

She followed regardless and did her best to comport herself well and gentlewomanly despite how far down the gay panic hole she was going. Yeah, this was hard. Really really hard.

"Cee. And I would be surprised if you did. I'm kinda new. Just came in just a little while ago." She nodded, thanking her for the ale before taking a sip. "I take it you've lived her a while?" Might as well ask the basics. Name. Location. Did she like roses or lilacs. Y'know. The important stuff.

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This post has been edited by Cecilia Carrow: Jul 4 2018, 12:15 PM
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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
Cee? That was such a simple name but Clementine liked it. Subconsciously, Clementine held her arm and rubbed it for a moment as she took assessment of the other woman. It always amazed Clementine how easily this small town drew in people, just as it had herself. There wasn’t much here and she had heard about the rivalry gangs (it was hard not to when one of the gangs affiliated with this establishment) being an issue, but still, people stayed. It was like they were drawn here for one reason or another.

Clementine couldn’t blame them, after traveling on her own and nearly dying several different ways, Henbane had been a sanctuary for her and remained so. She probably hadn’t needed to be a brothel hen. Madame could have helped her find another task to do, but Clementine only knew one thing about herself and that was that men were attracted to her and they paid Clyde to have her. At least she could bring in some money for the burden that she was.

Her smile returned, the one that was innocent yet seemed to hold something more behind it, “About a year now.” Clementine answered her. "Though I don’t like to go outside much.” She added, her eyes glancing around briefly. “I’ve heard stories of monsters at night.” She knew her fair share of monsters, but from the stories these seemed more...otherworldly. “Course, that’s all talk.” She added with a soft laugh. “Tell me, Cee, do women dress this way outside of here? Or, do you have some story to tell?” Clementine asked, placing a hand causally on Cee’s hand for a moment before retracting it. Physical touch was the quickest way to show one’s interest, after all.



@Cecilia Carrow
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Cecilia Carrow
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Civilian
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bee
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TIMEZONE: est
RATING: m


Cee watched her touches with interest. They were small and wait. She was flirting with her. The little touches of her hand. The arm. Yeah, that was flirting and Cee was feeling flush as she imagined what was next. Especially with talking about the night and monsters and not leaving. That let her mind wander off into the void and that was never a good proposition. "Well, if it matters, I usually come to places to protect them from monsters in the night. It's wise to not go out but. Don't worry you're safe with me." She giggled, moving to place her hand over Clem's to show that little sign of interest as well and promise for well, if she wanted company for the night to keep the monsters at bay...

"Or y'know, might just be drunks out there in the woods. All talk." She was still giggling and being merry, best when dealing with the crushing reality of the world outside of this.

"But I guess I have a story. I'm a Marshall. Kinda. This area is under my protection and I escort people from place to place. Deliver stuff. Try to do everything." She shrugged. "So I tend to find myself in places like this a lot, alone. It's tough." She shrugged, her gaze remaining on Clem. "Do you live up here then?" She asked, now incredibly curious.



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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
“Do you?” Clementine asked, an eyebrow arching slightly as she listened. Cee sounded a bit like her Madame. Strong and out to protect those who could not protect themselves. People like Clementine. Her lips curled into a full smile, genuine and sweet when Cee said she was safe with her. She had no doubt in that. Despite seeming to be hesitant with Clementine, she hadn’t hesitated with Edgar. Clementine looked to her hand on top, reciprocating Clementine’s touch and she knew that she was interested. It just took that one touch or look for the moment to be told. She might not have been very good in social settings like the tables, but she could read people well enough one on one.

Clementine laughed with her. It likely was all talk. Probably stories that the gangs made up to keep people off the paths while they made their deals or whatnot. That was fine with her. Even if they were just drunks, she had her fill of them and usually, outside of Henbane, they were far worse.

Her eyes widened in surprise when Cee admitted to being a Marshall. She had never met a female Marshall before. Then again, she never really met a female quite like Cee before. “That’s brave of you to do.” Clementine commented. “I wasn’t very good on my own.” She stated quietly, though keeping her eyes on Cee. Eye contact was difficult for Clementine unless she felt a connection of sorts, which she did when it came to Cee. She broke it though, when Cee asked about her living arrangements.

“I do.” She admitted. “Madame took me in when I needed a home. I earn my keep the same as the others.” Clementine glanced back up to Cee, “Does that bother you?” She asked her, she did not want to push for time with the other woman if the other woman was not interested.



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Cecilia Carrow
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Civilian
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bee
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TIMEZONE: est
RATING: m


She was smiling and laughing. Good. Those things tended to light up a room like nothing else and they were making her feel a little fluttershy. Which wasn't a bad thing, no. In fact after all the craziness of the past few weeks, a little fluttershyness probably would go a long way.

She kept her gaze though and nodded when she mentioned bravery. Cee had never really thought of it like that. It was just something you did and lived with. Nothing really brave or crazy about that. But she understood that for some it had to seem like a whole other world. A crazy, violent and restless world and she couldn't really argue against that either. "I get that." She nodded as well, listening to the girl continue about her own life and understood that too.

There was a safety in numbers. Safety in these kinds of places and knowing this girl's already present interest, she really couldn't help herself either with the next part. "I understand that and no it doesn't bother me." She smiled, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. "Were you going to invite me upstairs?"



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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
The only thing that Clementine ever did that someone might have felt was brave was say no to Clyde. Though, they might not have agreed with the outcome of it. It wasn’t as though she had meant to kill him. She had been protecting herself. Not that such things mattered when the man owned her. She doubted much of the law would have taken her side in things. Less likely now since she ran. Clyde had had friends in high places and they would have strung her up without a blink of an eye. But that was in the past and she was safely away in this small Texas town.

Clementine smiled when Cee said she wasn’t bothered by her profession. Generally, most people who frequented the Henbane and was aware of the business that could be bought there tended to not be offended by such things, but a woman seeking it was different and as Clementine wasn’t sure if she was only here for a drink or for something more, she had to be certain of where Cee’s interests lay. Flirting at the table was free, but one on one time upstairs had a cost.

”I was thinking about it.” Clementine said teasingly. ”Didn’t want to offer if you weren’t interested. But, as you aren’t minding, would you like to?” She asked in her soft voice, her eyes looking at Cee in a mixture of curiosity and a tad bit amusement.


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That look made Cee flush quickly and rapidly. Oh. So she wasn't just imagining things. "I uhh." She choked out before nodding really quickly. Like way quicker than she had initially anticipated but her head was definitely up there and bobbing up and down in a fast heat. Was it desire? Loneliness? Who knew at this point, but Cee wasn't about to turn down a good time and this was sounding at least like something and the girl was in fact interested.

So uhh. Great? Yeah? Yay!

"Yeah. I would like to. If you would like to. If you're not busy." She continued, feeling redder. For all the bravery and fire that she had in a fight, she was utterly useless in front of a pretty girl and it was now starting to show.



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Clementine Ramsay
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Brothel Hen
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RATING: Mature 18+
The other woman’s reaction to Clementine wasn’t something Clementine expected. Not after Cee had stood up to Edgar without any sort of hesitation. Not after Cee came in here dressed like a man. A woman so brave as that seemed so nervous around Clementine now. It was all quite charming to Clementine. She was so used to men being confident and assured by everything that having a woman who had obvious strength but showed a sense of vulnerability within her… it was beautiful and Clementine found herself rather intrigued by the woman in front of her.

Clementine’s dark eyes danced with amusement over Cee’s reaction, but she stood from her seat and gave her a smile. ”It’s no bother. I wouldn’t have asked if it were.” Clementine said with a tease in her tone. Cee seemed nervous and Clementine hoped that she could ease some of those fears with a little humor. She had to wonder if this was a first for her and perhaps that was why she was nervous? ”If you would like to follow?” Clementine asked, her eyebrow raised in question. She left the table, thinking Cee would follow, and headed to the stairs.



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The teasing made Cee bite her lip in shyness before she quickly shot the other woman a fast nod in response. "I'd. Yes." She finally said, following her slowly up the stairs in silence. Her mind was racing as she realized that she hadn't been in a situation like this in a minute.

That feeling of another's lips to her own. Another's hands.

Clem was sweet though. Sweet in a brand new way and admittedly one filled with mischief and that shudder of anticipation was starting to come as she climbed those steps behind her. She wondered how skilled Clem was and if she had done this before as well.

Which, of course she did. Duh. But it was still nerve-wracking too.



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Clementine Ramsay
24
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Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
Clementine brought Cee to her room and closed the door behind them. Had Cee been a man, Clementine would have led her by hand, but rules were different with women. There were laws and such, but no one would know what really happened behind the closed doors and Clementine wasn’t about to tell anyone. She didn’t think Cee would either based on how she was receiving things. Clementine turned the key in the lock and left it there. Privacy, but Cee could leave at any time if she so wished.

Her room was simply dressed in shades of red. A bed was against the center wall, a vanity against the wall where the door was and a small desk on the opposite side. A small wooden stove and wash basin was in a corner. Not the prettiest of rooms, but it was home to Clementine.

”Would you like a cup of tea? Or perhaps Gin?” She asked her. She always had tea available and gin when she could. Cee seemed nervous so Clementine wanted her to feel relaxed and comfortable while in her care just as she did with everyone else.



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There had to be a certain level of privacy and Cee knew that, despite the fact that she also doubt anyone noticed nor cared. People tended to not too out here. Too little people, too little time and too little law. More violent delights to care about.

So once they were in the room it was a little easier to just let herself relax and take a peak at her surroundings. The drapes of red. The colors all around. It was actually pretty nice all things considered.

"Oh! Gin would be nice." She smiled, taking deep breaths as she let her eyes wander a little more with regards to her surroundings and the other woman with her. "Or umm. Whatever." She giggled, fluttering her eyes a little as she took a seat on the bed. She was starting to calm down and feel comfortable. This wasn't new territory for her but it was always different when she met someone new.



@Clementine Ramsay
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Clementine Ramsay
24
Human
Civilian
Brothel Hen
Scar
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIMEZONE: EST
RATING: Mature 18+
”Are you nervous?” Clementine asked, her voice filled a little with what could only be considered a laugh. She wasn’t laughing at Cee but it was just a general happiness in her tone of voice. She would prefer to spend her evening in the company of Cee than have to go out and deal with a room full of men. Her life was spent struggling to maintain a level of confidence when her anxiety simply wanted her to run and hide. Being around drunk individuals made her scars feel as though they were burning. Any reprieve was welcomed.

Clementine poured two glasses of gin and passed one to Cee before taking a seat beside her. ”I am yours. What can I do to make you more comfortable?” She asked her, her voice as soft and sweet.



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