Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday

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Shop's open. No, she doesn't want to talk about it. Whatever it is. Appo doesn't either.

Shooting range with moving targets:
$25 per hour

((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

So he kept post poning this until the last minute and now he kinda urgently needs to get that Music interview done. He blames it on the fact that it's not easy to talk to someone you shot.

"Yo, Mayor Tex."

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Tex stared.

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"So..." Cameron clapped his hands together. It wasn't so much as a deathwish as him willing to go to the armour chick who might sorta hate him in order to get his homework done. "About that interview you agreed on doing."

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That didn't get much more of a response.

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"It really won't take that long," Cameron said, getting more than bit nervous. Maybe he should have interview Faithful or something instead.

When that didn't get much of a response either, he took a deep breath. "It will be good PR?"

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Tex hated Appo.

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"You're not really the talkative type, are you?" Cameron sighed. "Okay, I'll try to keep this really short." And with a bit of luck, he might actually live through the entire thing.

"Uh, where exactly do you come from?"

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Tex held out her hand.

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Cameron looked confused, not sure what Tex wanted. Finally, he took her hand and shook it.

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"For fuck's sake, kid. How dumb are you?" Tex pulled her hand back and resisted the urge to thwap him just barely. "Pay me and I'll answer your questions."

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Great and he was already broke. Cameron dug out his wallet and handed Tex 20 bucks. "So?" He asked, looking hopeful.

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Tex put the money away and shrugged. "I'm from 26th century Texas."

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"Seriously? You're not some sort of alien?" Cameron gaped at her.

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"Listen, kid. Get to the point or get the fuck out of my store," Tex growled.

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"Okay. Okay," Cameron said quickly. "Fine. What sort of music do you have in the 26th century? Are there still different genres like we have nowadays?"

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"Actually, the music got kinda one dimensional. It's all shades of country, just a bit more racey depending on the genre. The classical stuff is kinda with a guitar and a lot of pling plonging. Tends to work on your nerves, I prefer Hard Core Country. Hard guitar line, lots of rythm that really lets you work out your frustrations while you're on the job, if you get what I mean." Tex replied.

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"Ping plonging?" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to interview the chick in armour about music. Cameron shook his head. "So you mentioned guitars. Are there any other instruments that get used a lot?"

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"Guitars, drums, bass... all that jazz." Tex shrugged. "There's lot of instruments out there, kid. Heck, that guy who wrote a song about me even used a siren."

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"So pretty much the instruments we use now too?" Cameron frowned. "Wait, someone wrote a song about you?"

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"Don't sound so surprised," Tex huffed, sounding insulted. "I'm good song material. Of course, I had to give the guy some lies about my past because we couldn't have people recognise me from it, now could we? But it's funky and it's true to my philosophy of life."

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"Uh..." Cameron blinked, but quickly nodded. It was probably best not to argue with Tex. "So, any chance I could hear this song? Just to get an idea of 26th century music?"

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"I can get you a copy, but it will cost you five bucks." Tex replied and held out her hand. She waited until Cameron gave her the money before heading into the apartment. A little while later she returned with a disc (http://trocadero.net/s3.php). She popped it into the radio for Cameron to listen to.

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Cameron blinked as he listened to the song. "That's err... Kinda, yeah. Interesting topic. So, what sort of occassions do you play this for?" He might be kinda nervous now.

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"Personally, I like to play this one while I'm working. You know, nice high rythm you can fire bullets in time with. Keeps things interesting," Tex replied.

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"Right," Cameron took a step back. "So what do you call this genre? And how about other music, where does that get played? Like, are there special occassions when you play a particular kind or something?"

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"That's Hard Core Country," Tex shrugged. "Kid, there are so many occassions, it's really not so much different than around here. You got Popular Country, Punk Country, House Country, Soul Country, Blues Country, Ho-Ho Country, Classical Country. You name it, we got it."

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"Right," Cameron tried to write it all down but frowned. "Ho-Ho Country?"

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"Yeah, it's where I throw you out if you don't stop asking stupid questions and don't get the hell out of my shop." Tex snarled.

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Cameron gulped and nodded. "Right, I err... That's not exactly my cup of tea. To each their own and all that. I'll be leaving you, thanks for answering my questions." He quickly backed out of the shop.

Tex didn't say anything and just watched him leave.