Caroline Mundee

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About Caroline Mundee

Saloon gal

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Playby
Chloe Grace Moretz
Goes By
Caroline
Birth Date
Feb. 10, 1854
Height
5' 4"
Hair Color
Light brown, dirty blondish
Eye Color
Blue

Role

Main Character
Playby

Chloe Grace Moretz
Goes By

Caroline
Profession

Saloon gal
Position

Singer/dancer at Star Dust Saloon
Birth Date

Feb. 10, 1854
Status

Single
Height

5' 4"
Hair Color

Light brown, dirty blondish
Eye Color

Blue
Character Traits

To be filled in later.
Employment

Caroline has lived in saloons all her life, literally. She was the only child of a saloon keeper and his common law wife. She started young doing errands, washing dishes, sweeping floors, anything her folks needed. By age 13 she was taking drinks to tables and on occasion serving beer or whiskey behind the bar to thirsty customers when her father needed a break. By age 15 she began singing and people liked it, she had a good voice. By age 16 she was dancing too as part of the act.

Since then she has worked in a few saloons and now has arrived in Kalispell to take a job at the Star Dust saloon. She knows no other life style but loves her job and she's very good at what she does.
Kith & Kin

None, both parents are deceased.
Timeline

1854 - Born in Chicago to Lalaine Stills. Father, Edmund Mundee.

1867 - Already working steadily at her father's saloon in the rough side of Chicago.

1870 - She was both singing and dancing by then in the same place

1870 - Her mother died of an unknown illness.

1872- Her father was killed in a saloon brawl and had left no will. A rival grabbed the joint and there was no room

            for her anymore. Consumed with revenge, she stalked her father's killer and shot him down in an alley. Right

            after she left the city and headed west.

1872-1876 Worked in a few saloons in various places out west.

1876 - Through a friend in the business she found out about a job opening in some burg called Kalispell and decided

             to take that job. Singer/dancer - exactly her calling.

Topics I Participated In

The Healing Process

Started by Benjamin Barlow · October 26

Rating: PG-14 Content: N/A
With: Captain Barlow and Lt. Greene
Location: Inside Fort Somers
When: Aug 1876
Time of Day: Morning

They had just dismissed the company and now the sergeants would be assigning the various duties for the day to the troopers. The Army believed very strongly in the old saying 'idle hands are the devil's workshop'. Benjamin then turned to Lt. Greene. The young officer was still limping from the effects of his gunshot wound back during the rescue operation to save the two local women. But he was making steady progress and had resumed at least basic duties. No patrols or anything too strenuous yet though. None of that silly (to Benjamin's thinking) weather balloon detail either.

"Lieutenant, a moment please. I was in discussion with the colonel and we have a very specific assignment for you that -on the surface - might sound strange. But you know the brass is always right," Benjamin voiced that last part with not a hint of sarcasm or humor even if he did not believe that himself.

"Despite your gallant attempt to appear to be completely on the mend, it is our decision that you would be better off if you were to take a short medical leave - in Kalispell. No bothersome duties, simply rest and relax while you heal completely. Get a room...boarding house, hotel, whatever. The Army will pay for it. The colonel will decide when you have properly recovered from your wound."

"Questions?" Benjamin was positive the young man had some. Who wouldn't, the whole thing seemed quite irregular.

@Javia
It's A Special Interview

Started by Phinias G. McVay · October 11

Rating: NC-18 Content: L
With: Phin, Caroline, Turk and Ralph
Location: Add specific location information here.
When: September 1876
Time of Day: Late Afternoon, day of the shooting.

Phin was at his desk considering the event of the day, the shooting of Eethan Noolan by Turk Flagg. It seemed that Marshal Guyer allowed what certainly might be considered murder, to justifiable homicide because Noolan was wanted on a murder charge himself. Well, his job was the news, not the law.

He reached down to the bottom drawer, slid it open and reached inside to extract the bottle of scotch The Caroline had given him. Once it was in his hand, he reached to close the drawer but paused. No, he wanted it to last, perhaps for special occasions.

It was only a few steps to the saloon, and he could get a bottle of whiskey there, not the best, but plenty good enough, though he was sure Ralph would have the better stuff on hand, he would settle for the cheap stuff. It's what he bought at the General Store, so he rose from his chair, checked his pocket for a pad and pencil, just in case, one never knew about what might happen. He proceeded out the door with a simple "I'll be back."

Entering the saloon he pause to let his eyes adjust then walked to the bar. "Afternoon Ralph. I'll have a shot and I'll want a bottle to go." He ordered.
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Fancy Meeting You Here

Started by Cabot 'Turk' Flagg · August 7

Mature Content: Might well be violence.

With: Turk Flagg, Caroline, and who knows else
Location: Star Dust Saloon
When: Sept/ 1876
Time of Day: Early evening

Now Turk had never been to this part of Montana previously but seemed like a nice enough quiet town. Actually peaceful towns were not exactly good for his sort of occupation but then he had not ridden in with any specific job in mind. He was between jobs, just last week he'd delivered a prisoner to a small town south of Kalispell, the man had been a wanted rustler. Fellow whined the whole way back right up to jail that he was innocent. Turk then just pointed out he was neither judge nor jury, tell it to someone who cared. Least he had some cash in his pocket. And where better to spend a bit of it then in the town's only saloon apparently. Least only one he could spot.

Entering into the place thru the swinging bat doors, he took in the joint. Decent enough, he'd seen many worse, some better. On this weekday night it was not crowded but there were a few folks at the bar and some others gathered around tables, most tables holding card games. He didn't go for cards though and on those rare occasions when he had, he usually lost money. Nope, keep it simple, get a drink or two or four.

As he sidled up to the bar, the bartender was presently occupied with another customer so he paused to take a second scan of the place. And who should he see but...................

"Caroline? Caroline Mundee," he made sure he said those words loud enough the woman could hear him as she a good distance away, holding a tray of drinks.

Caroline not only picked up on her name but recognized the voice and turned to see just to make certain. The look on her face made it plain she knew the speaker alright as she broke out into a wide smile.

"Well, I'll be ! Gimme a minute," she called back then hurried to finish her on duty errand, duly placing the tray in front of four card players, "Here ya are, boys. Enjoy!"

Turk nodded and just leaned with his back against the bar, watching her every move. She sure was as pretty as the last time they'd seen each other. He never took his eyes off her as she then approached and in a few seconds the two embraced in a quick but heartfelt hug.

"Turk! I had heard rumors you were dead," Caroline declared when they broke it up.

"Nope, I can truly assure you that I am not. Yer lookin' fine as always," he grinned.

Caroline looked past him for a moment, "Ralph, break out one of the good bottles and pour us two shots, will ya, hon?"

"Shit! How much that gonna cost me now?" Turk knew her routine alright, they'd become friends in Helena when she worked a saloon there.

"Nah! On the house! I'm real glad ta see you again," Caroline then leaned into the bar next to him, they had some catching up to do alright.
We Are Gathered Here Today

Started by Brendan Connolly · July 14

Mature Content: Possibly language
With: Gilcrest, Bridget, Charlie, Caroline, and Mrs. Wentworth
Location: The old funeral parlor
When: July 1876, the day after Crabbe's death
Time of Day: Mid-morning

Brendan scowled at Gilcrest's outburst. He already knew how ridiculous the whole thing was, and the older man's reaction wasn't helping, nor was his picturesque description of what Brendan's fate would be if his story didn't satisfy the powers that be at Evergreen.

"Fine," he grumbled, turning to mount the steps of the funeral parlor. "C'mon and I'll show ya." He beckoned Gilcrest inside, leaving the door open behind him, and moved past the table where Crabbe had met his demise. If Charlie wanted to follow them in, he could. But he wasn't going to invite the deputy in, not when he so clearly looked down on Brendan.

He trudged up the stairs, missing any sounds of Reeve and Arabella's investigating in the other downstairs rooms. That was probably just as well, because he'd have been highly suspicious of the man. His main focus was to get upstairs to Bridget. As he cleared the landing, it became clear that it was not just Caroline and Bridget inside Bridget's bedroom. He didn't know the other lady he could see through the doorway.

"Caroline!" he called, his voice sliding up the last few stairs with a hint of panic in it. Funny how it was Bridget who occupied his thoughts most of the time, but when things went wrong, Caroline always sprung to mind first as someone to help. Although she might not want to help him anymore after their argument.

He leaped up the final steps and burst into the room, glancing back to make sure Gilcrest was following along. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he wanted Gilcrest to witness it so he could vouch for the oddity of whatever did happen. Because this situation was about as odd as you could get.

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Big Talk at the Star Dust

Started by Franklin Fortner · June 15

Mature Content: No
Author: Preston
With: Franklin Fortner - Judge Priest for starters
Location: Start Dust Saloon
When: September 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon

A couple of weeks had passed since the hubbub caused by Horace Potee's disastrous poker game and the subsequent loss of his homestead and the suicide of his wife, Maude.
Arabella had left her employment but with a promise to come by from time to time to play the piano --- not too much evidence of that, yet.

Business at the Star Dust was brisk. Franklin Fortner's ownership had not quelled the busy traffic of patrons. Just he opposite, business was brisker than usual. A card room had been created in one of the back rooms, -- less noisy interference from drunk cowboys.

Then one day, something happened that would set the direction of things for some time to come.

In through the swinging doors of the saloon came two gents -- city slickers, some would say. They were flinty and hard, not powder puffs. Loudmouth drunks shied away from them, wisely. One's name was Luther Cadwaller and the other was Mason Fink. Cadwaller was tall, chiseled, graying and impressive in his fancy big-city clothes. Fink was compact, with a close cropped beard and the clothes of a dandy from his shiny shoes to his derby hat. He proudly proclaimed that his ancestor was Mike Fink the famous roustabout and keel boatman from the dirtiest and most sinful and most dangerous town during the early 1800's: Natchez, Mississippi.

They were businessmen, speculators and investors, to be specific. They were called to Kalispell by Franklin Fortner and Hiram Priest (soon to be running for Mayor). The men were acquaintances and had worked together in the past for "mutual advantages" as they liked to say. Though appearing friendly to one another in Kalispell, their relationship seemed subdued and not palsy-walsy, just all business.

They had an opportunity for the people of Kalispell, an investment opportunity, and when the timing was right, they'd preach that evangel.

Franklin Fortner met them at the bar. He greeted them as if they were important personages and, to Fortner's and Priest's thinking, they were. They were important because they had roles to play in this carefully crafted scheme. They were as important to this scheme as Judas was in the promise of mankind's salvation. He, some would say, that of all the Disciples, he was the most necessary and the most loyal.

"What can I get you gentlemen?" Fortner asked the men, but immediately turned to Ralph. "A bottle of our best whiskey."

Fink reached into his inside coat pocket and drew out some greenbacks. Two landed on the bar.
Thy Will Be Done

Started by Lewis Cass Reeve · June 7

Mature Content: No.
With: Charles Wentworth Snr.
Location: Bank Manager's Office.
When: Day after Crabbe's Death, Summer 1876
Time of Day: Late Morning

It was good of the owner and manager of the Kalispell Bank to see him at such short notice, and Mr. Lewis Cass Reeve, late of the Missouri Bar, late of Virginia City, and late of Mrs Richard Orr's breakfast table was inordinately grateful. Any delay in this matter would have made him.. well, late.

But he was not here to see Charles Wentworth Senior in his capacity as bank manager, although the young lady he was here to talk about was one of the bank's most frequent depositors. The fact that what she did deposit was usually a cent or two she'd found on the streets, or that some soul had given to her, was neither here nor there.

Oh. And those souls who gave Miss Bridget Monahan pennies were not always kind souls, by the way. They were often cruel bullies who used to make sport of her by making her do and say things to earn the shiny coins she craved. Clara Lutz had saved her from such bullies on one occasion, but Bridget's friends couldn't be there all the time to look after her.

This was all germane to Reeve's visit.

He was shown into Wentworth's office and beheld a man yes, white haired, but bluff and hale and hearty for all his 56 years. It might seem rather crass of Cass Reeve to take this into account, he even went so far in his head to calculate that that a man like that might live, what, another twenty years or more in relatively good health. Wentworth was certainly rich enough to look after himself, he'd heard.

The young man held out his hand.

"It really is very good of you to see me at such short notice, Mr. Wentworth, I'm exceedingly grateful. My name is Lewis Cass Reeve and I represent the estate of Mr. Lorenzo Crabbe who sadly died last night." he said concisely.

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The End of the Trail

Started by Scrappy Craddock · May 26

Mature Content: Probably not, some bad language.
With: Jess Matthews
Location: The Long Branch Saloon, Dodge City, Kansas
When: Late August, 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon

"That's it, Jess, I'm gettin' tired of cowography! I'm gonna find a nice little girl, get a nice steady job and settle down someplace... nice!"

Clem Craddock, known to his friends as 'Scrappy' (more from the amount of fights he seemed to get into, than his ability to win them), could hardly be blamed: this had been the toughest cattle drive of his life: the Boss had been nearly as surly as the herd, and as likely to stampede at the slightest provocation. Rivers had been swollen beyond crossing (they'd lost one man that way) or creeks they relied upon to water the doggies were completely dried up. Rustlers, Indians, rival cowboys whose herds had mixed with theirs, touchy townsfolk, farmers with their confounded barbwire fences, outlaws: they'd had falling outs with all of them. And one particular ornery muley - well that hornless steer just about had it in for Scrappy - from the minute the Mexican 'Corporal ' had delivered the herd to them over the border to the time the Boss had paid them off in Dodge, about fifteen minutes ago.

Dodge City, Kansas - the latest and greatest cattle entrepot. Jess and Scrappy's crew had always delivered to Wichita before now, but the growth of farm lands around that railhead made the place unviable now. Dodge was the place to be, and the place to be in Dodge was the Long Branch Bar.

As Scrappy slammed down his cash on the bar and ordered two fingers of red-eye each for himself and his pard, he sighed somewhat wistfully. "Boy, just think of it, a feller like me that never had no family to speak of, settling down, and getting a nice family started, just like yours. You've sure painted a nice picture of family life for me, Jess: I can picture them now, just back from church: the dear old father, proudly beaming down on his happy brood: his noble upright sons, his pretty little daughter, and there in the background, the idol of them all, the sweet mother of the family, serving up their Sunday roast..."

"Hey, you!" a female voice broke Clem from his reverie.

"Jesus Christ, Wichita Lou?! What in the name of hell are you doing here?!!" he gaped.

"I go where the cowboys go" the brassy looking blonde replied. "Crappy Craddock isn't it?" she asked, and looked at Jess "Your friend's called Matthews isn't he?"

"Scrappy, actually and yes, this here's Jess Matthews." the short cowpoke replied, frowning quizzically at his partner while the woman disappeared someplace and came back. "They left this telegram here for you, couple weeks ago now." she said and handed it to Jess.

It was from an old Kalispell school friend of the taller man and read:

Jess, Yr Mother very ill. Outlook bad. Come soon if you can. Yrs Hector W.

"Good news?" asked Wichita Lou, adjusting her cleavage - maybe the feller had come into money! - while his friend looked on with a concerned look on his face.

Wichita Lou

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Night Whispers

Started by Arabella Mudd · May 3

Mature Content: No, surely not! (Well, maybe...)
Author: Arabella Sumter Mudd, Miss, Spinster of this Parish.
With: Caroline Mundee
Location: Caroline's Room, Star Dust Saloon.
When: Summer1876, the night of Horace Potee's Downfall.
Time of Day: 1am in the Morning

Arabella's big, bony feet were ideal for creeping along the creaking floorboards of the Stardust Saloon's upper level, and she knew just the right way to pull and twist on Caroline's door knob to get it to open quietly. Had it been locked: a precaution she herself had taken ever since Fortner had taken over, if truth be known, she would have had to have resorted to the hair pin. The blonde probably didn't know she was even there until the springs creaked as she got into bed with her.

"Wake up, I need to talk to you." she whispered urgently. "I need to talk to you about tonight."

Caroline didn't like her sneaking into bed with her, and since Brendan had been on the scene it hadn't been an option anyway, but tonight was about more than just comfort, she needed a serious pow-wow.

"Listen, I seen what happened tonight, I seen how that rat Fortner made you help him cheat Mr Potee out of his farm, and well, this time it was you what was forced to do a rotten thing, and next time it might be me. Well, I been thinking... I been thinking for a awful long time Cara', and I got a plan, see? I just need to run it by you and see what you think of it and then we can go to sleep, yeah?"

"... or have a cuddle. Just like old times." she couldn't help adding.

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Moving Forward

Started by Phinias G. McVay · April 16

Mature Content: Possible
With: McVay, Worcester Pettigrew, Cole Latham, Matt Wentworth & Hon. Hiram Priest esq.
Location: Various
When: Late July 1876
Time of Day: Variable
Formerly: The Interviews

And so Phinias McVay felt it only fair that each of the known candidat6es should have equal opportunity to expound on their platform for the fair town of Kalispell, hoping one day to be a city. The first attempt with the Honorable Hiram Priest Esquire had been an utter failure, but the a saloon is not conducive place ti=o conduct such an interview. However, Mister Priest could find Phin most days at the newspaper office, there were others on the list of challengers to approach for such an interview and space available was never a problem for the Union.

Cole Latham, well he was moved down leaving this dressmaker, Worcester Pettigrew and Matthew Wentworth whom he had announced a bit prematurely as a candidate. It was how the local rumor mill worked. You listened and took your chances on what was true and what was not. He had not even had time to apologize before a reliable source stated that in fact, Matthew was in the running.

He would hold off on that request for interview since there was to be a Town Council meeting that morning, which would encumber his time, having no way off knowing that it would be, in fact, more important than any interview. On to Mister Pettigrew at his dress shop. He arrived there just after the store was open and walked in, the bell over the door giving a pleasant announcement of his arrival.
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New In Town

Started by The Old Ranger · April 13

Mature Content: No
With: Walt Shannon, Wally Oldham, Injun Charlie
Location: Lickskillet, Stardust Saloon, Around Town.
When: Mid-July 1876
Time of Day: Mid-day

They came into town slow and easy, looking the town over as most travelers would do. They rode past the Municipal Building, the Town Marshal was seated at his desk oblivious to the riders. Across the street several businesses and a hotel, but the saloon, the Stardust, and next to it, the Lickskillet Cafe. They pulled up and stepped down at the cafe, tying their horses.

Drinks might be good, but food they didn't have to cook, that took precedence to men who'd been on the trail for sometime, even though they ate cafe food in Rollins, but that was a while ago. There were no words of caution or care to be taken, they knew what they were about. First a meal, then a couple of drinks and some information on mining in the area and then, ride on. The word was, leave the bank alone. Case had been firm on that. So it would be.

They went to the door, opened it and stepped inside, removing their hats as they found a table and took seats to wait on the waitress, or whoever.
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