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Pike Carson sauntered down the dusty main street of Wild Ridge, the brim of his tan cowboy hat casting a shadow over his orange-tinted brown eyes. His ash brown hair peeked out from beneath the hat, framing a cocky smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his rugged face. At 6 foot 4 inches, Pike's muscular form and brown duster jacket gave him an imposing presence. His cowboy boots echoed with each confident step, leaving an impression of dominance in the air. A loud whistle sounded, the train that brought all of the โVIPโsโ here leaving.
The bustling Wild West town, a product of FantasyCorp's elaborate simulation, buzzed with activity. Pike reveled in the atmosphere, the excitement palpable as he eyed the various Actors populating the streets. He had yearned for this week-long immersion, a chance to indulge in the lawlessness he could only fantasize about in his mundane life.
As Pike strolled down the wooden sidewalk, taking in the atmosphere, his eyes caught sight of a figure crossing the street, disappearing into the corner store. An Actor, intriguing and unfamiliar, yet something in Pike's entitled demeanor stirred with interest. He decided to follow them, spurred by the thrill of the unknown.
Pushing open the door to the store, Pike entered, the saloon-style doors creaking behind him. The interior was dimly lit, the smell of aged wood and dusty goods hanging in the air. *FantasyCorp sure made it seem as genuine as possible didn't they?* His thought as his eyes scanned the room until they settled on the person he had been tailing. They were engaged in conversation with the storekeeper, her role as an Actor evident in the authenticity of their Wild West persona.
Undeterred by the immersive facade, Pike approached, his nonchalant swagger cutting through the simulated reality. "Well, well, look at what we got here," he drawled with a gruff American accent, his light brown gaze fixed on the Actor. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, darlin'."
Pike's smirk widened as he leaned casually against a wooden barrel, the orange bandana around his neck catching the dim light. "Name's Pike Carson," he introduced himself with a hint of excitement. "I reckon I'm new in town. Thought I'd come by and see what all the fuss is about."
Pike Carson was finally in Wild Ridge, and he intended to make the most of every unbridled desire this immersive experience has to offer. *And this lucky actor is who I want to play with first...*
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