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"I hate havin' t'take from folks who don't deserve it, but unless you've got a better plan in yer back pocket? I ain't seein' another option."

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This way of life wasn’t a pretty one, and John knew that from experience. He’d been in an outlaw gang pretty much all his life, he had seen a lot of horrible things, and even had to do some things he wasn’t too proud of, but what choice did he have? It was all he knew. The Van Der Linde Gang was a family, or so he thought, or maybe. They once were a family, but after spending pretty much his entire life running with them, all those good times? Only for John to watch it all fall apart at the seams, it became a train wreck so quickly, so he knew what to expect, even so, it still didn’t make him feel any better. He tried to change his ways, his whole life, but all it did, was make him realized he failed at being a rancher too. He tried his best, but it turns out, being an outlaw was all he was ever good at -- and it was something he’d surely take to his grave.

Marston knew that sometimes, you had to really get your hands dirty, it was either kill or be killed, and with the ever-growing price on his head, it would lead to the same fate even if he were to be arrested -- there was no doubt that they’d hang him, and he didn’t wanna go down that way, if he was going to die one day, he’d much rather go out guns-blazing than be hung in front of several onlookers. John never doubted Ashe’s plans, in fact he always supported them, this one? he wasn’t too sure how this would turn out. Regardless, he knew she was right, there was no other option, they needed money, and they needed it bad. Supplies were low at camp and with the winter slowly starting to creep in, they had to get money fast. This was the only way, he at least hoped they’d be extra careful while doing this.

[{ ✘ }] - “I know, I know. What choice do we have? Things is bad back at camp, we need this money, but it don’t matter. The good lord ain’t lettin’ through his gates when I’m done anyway.”

It was true, he had already condemned himself the moment he went back to this way of life, but it was the only thing he was good at, that was reality and he knew it. Grabbing his Cattleman Revolver, he arms himself ready to shoot.

[{ ✘ }] - “Let’s just git his over an’ done. An quickly, we don’t need the law slowin’ us down.”

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Dutch: I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today... it's because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this tent are not getting along with other people in this tent.

Arthur: ... Why did you say that so vaguely? John and I are literally the only people you called in here.

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[{ ✘ }] - "All these folk rushin' t'build these motor-vehicles. I don't git it, horses are just fine. Don't see how we need them four-wheeled doohickeys "

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John was looking over a paper with detailed planning about a train heist, it had the whole directory of all the incoming trains for the next two weeks, they would be able to use this to their advantage. After taking a seat with her, at about halfway through the information, John felt the corner of his hat curve as if someone had smacked it downward, when really, it was just Ashe who looked pretty tired, and it made sense, they had been here for a couple hours already.

A soft slow chuckle at the display, he's not used to seeing her like this, it was actually pretty cute, though it was best he kept that to himself. Pushing the papers over to the side for now, he leans back and just holds the tired outlaw in his arms.

[{ ✘ }] - "Guess its'uh real good thing I'm feelin' comfortable right now. Nice t'sit round an not git shot at for a change."

If he was going to be here for a few hours, he may as well pass the time, pulling out his late brothers journal, he decides to read back to Arthurs writing from that time, and reflect a little.

Falls into their arms, nuzzling her face into their chest. “Yer legally obligated t’hold me fer at least three hours.” Mumbled against them. She’s exhausted. She don’t wanna’ be moved.

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Sorry for the lack of activity here. I wanna do yeehaw stuff but its tough to find motivation when there's virtually little to no threads here(Besides the very few I already have and owe for) But I'm trying to get motivated again. Its just tough.

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“I ain’t such a badass that I wasn’t scared of losin’ ya’ today.” Wrapping the last bandage ‘round his arm, Ashe let out a sigh. John was a good man, or at least in the rough ‘n gritty world of outlaws? He was. A bit of baggage, but he’d started to mean something to her. What exactly, it was hard to tell. Though she knew she didn’t want him ending up a corpse. 

Checking over her patchwork, she captures his gaze. “… How’s it feel?” he’d taken a few bullets, lucky enough nothin’ important had been hit.

Soft fingertips carefully trace the top of his arm where the bandage was wrapped at. Making sure it was gonna’ stick. The concern that creased her features was something she hadn’t really shown to him before, most of the time it’d been him keeping her alive ━ didn’t feel great switching roles like that. Ashe wasn’t a fan of thinking he might end up dead for some loot. 

[{ ✘ }] - “Ain’t the first bullet I’ve taken. Matter of fact, I’m startin’ t’ think, I’m the only feller unlucky enough t’git shot this much in life..”

It was a side of her that John didn’t see from her too often, but a welcome one at that. Not that he could blame her for withholding at times, in this way of life, you had to be tough, hardened and smart, something John knew for the entirety of his life, even has a young boy he was against the law, not out of choice of course, he had no one to run too once his father died, only when he met Dutch, did he feel like he had a real purpose in life, he for once, he felt needed, and that was probably the driving force that had lead John to running with him for pretty much the rest of his young life, until it had all come crashing down in the end, but that had been a good few years ago now. A few winces as he feels the bandage around him tighten a bit, it was uncomfortable as ever, but he knew it was for his own good. 

At least after she had left, he had found another reason in life, another reason for him to feel like he mattered to someone, something genuine, with Ashe, at least he didn’t need to hide the kind of man he really was -- because she was exactly the same, a veteran outlaw still on the run, there weren’t many of their kind left, Deadlock was probably one of the only major groups that were left aside from the Skinner Brothers Gang, and whatever was left of the rest. Competition was dwindling, but the law was getting hotter, at least they had managed to find a camp located well behind some the cover of some natural vegetation, a mix of trees, bushes and shrubs.

If only his luck with getting shot would change, unfortunate for John, this hadn’t at all been the first time he’d been shot, in fact, he’d been shot several times in his life, so much, to the point where he was surprised he was still alive after all these years. Despite that, luck did have it’s way of helping him on most occasions, though it wasn’t really something he’d like to rely on that much since luck, had a habit of being unpredictable. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in her words, opening his eyes and enjoying the tender moment of the visible concern displayed in her crimson hues as blue eyes meet hers.

[{ ✘ }] - “Not real happy bein’ shot again, but, feelin’ much better. Least it wasn’t for nothin’. We got away, covered our tracks, an’ we got ourselves a good haul, should do us real good for a little while.”

Taking a quick glance over at his bandaged arm to look it over, she wrapped it well and he could feel the bleeding already beginning to stop. She had patched him up good, maybe luck had played some small part in it, as the shot was a through and through, it only looked bad because he hit the ground, but he easily managed to quickly shoot the guy square in the head on his way down to the ground, it was someone that had caught him by surprise, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice that was for sure. A nod of approval at her patchwork, the pain was already starting to subside. 

Reaching up, he caught her hand in his own after she finishes tracing his dressed wound. It felt nice, seeing how much she cared about him, he knew that was probably taking her a bit to adjust, but he was thankful for every sweet moment he’d get with her, especially in a life with a lot of noise.

[{ ✘ }] - “Thank you darlin’.” His free hand reaches up to gently cup her cheek as he softly brushes a lone strand of her blonde hair away from her eyes.

[{ ✘ }] - “This life we live, I know it ain’t the peaceful sort. But when I’m with you, for once in my life, I feel like I mean somethin’...” Blue eyes soften just a bit.

[{ ✘ }] - “An’ I ain’t felt like I mattered, in a long time.” If she was taking a moment to be a bit more open to him, then he’d do the same. Ashe was special to him, she made him feel like he wasn’t just some idiot like everyone in his past gang liked to refer him as, he already knew he wasn’t the brightest intelligence-wise, and he didn’t need a reminder. Despite the dangerous life they lived together, she made him feel whole again.

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@witchyrps replied:  I MISSED UR FACE

Awww well I missed UR’s toooooo thoooo

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So, it’s been a little while, I’ve just been busy on my other blog which is my most active right now, but to those who don’t follow it, basically, I got a 2nd job and am working to get my internet back. But for the record, muse for ol’ Marston is still high, just been getting lots of activity on my other blog (34 drafts and climbing soooo yeah)

But I’ll do a few things on here tonight, then some more tomorrow. 

The yeehaw is still strong in me.

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Semi-Hiatus

Its with a heavy heart that I have to announce that I’m forced to take a semi-hiatus. To any of my long time rp friends, you’ll know I’ve lost my internet multiple times. Well its happened again because the government cut my EIA benefits earlier than they planned, they screwed me over. Because of this, I wasnt able to keep my internet active. I have no money and I owe $487. And my provider wont do arrangements they want it all.

I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this again, but I cannot come up with any money in time. To all my partners, our threads will still be continued, it will just have to wait until I can come back, and I dont know when I can come back… But I do hope its soon. 

Update: There’s a library near my place. I’ll be spending time there in the days of the week it’s open till late(8 pm) On those days, I’ll be doing replies but also setting queues. Activity won’t be as frequent as I’d like but I’m glad I can still be here for rp’s

I hope I can come back permanently soon. Until then, take care.

Your friendly neighborhood mun, Chase.

If anyone would like to help here’s my paypal link. Donations are definitely appreciated but are only optional.

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“I just want to help you, but you clearly don’t want me to.” ( Sean // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

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That's what everyone was saying to him, especially Hosea, he was already trying to steer him into being a father, a father to a child that he didn't even believe was his, at least not fully, but he didn't know for sure. What he did know, was that everyone should just stay out of his family business. He was sick and tired of everyone that trying to tell him what was right and what was wrong. What did any of them know about raising a child the so-called proper way.

[{ ✘ }] - "That's what everyone is sayin'! That they wanna help, when all it is, is just, everyone tellin' me to settle down and be a father. It ain't that simple! It ain't ever been that simple!" He exclaims, anger clear in his tone, he was beyond sick of it all at this point. This life was part of him, who the hell were they to tell him who and what to be?

[{ ✘ }] - "An' what the hell would you know about this? Yer still young, you ain't gonna be able to understand a damn thing bout my situation.."

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@deadmansgun​​ sent:  “Knowin’ you is like…comin’ home. Like I finally found somethin’ that’s been missin’ all my life, an my life ain’t been pretty. Not till now.”

The silence between them had been pretty peaceful ━ night air, cool breeze. She’s layin’ with her head in his lap and living in this moment. The words though? They pulled her from her trance, crimson hues leavin’ the star filled sky to land on him. She doesn’t say anything for a moment ━ truth be told, Ashe’d never found someone she was close to like this. Sex? Random short term relationships? She had a lot of those. All ended pretty poorly and she’s thinking about how fast this one could end too … Head shakes some though, smile on her lips. “I still don’t think it’s all that pretty, John.” A pause. “It could all be ripped away easily ━ but I ain’t much for thinkin’ about the future.” Though the reply she gave was likely a little darker than he imagined, she does try to lighten it up. “As long as we got each other in the moment though? That’s enough for me.” Ashe hoped it was enough for him, ain’t too sure she could ever give someone much more. 

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      As quick as Sean was to break out into mumbles and songs, he was quick to give pointless observation-hearsays-to John. ❝ You know that one town north of here? Rhodes? Heard from a feller if you charm the bartender enough to get him on his good side, he’ll let you take a sip of moonshine. Hefty price for what it’s worth though. ❞ His eyes glanced over to John before taking in the sight of Valentine again, passing over the railroad tracks. ❝ I like Valentine’s saloon. Bourbon’s cheap, ya’ get used to the taste after a few glasses. ❞

John was fully expecting the young Irishmen to casually cast aside his forewarning, he might be tired of hearing it, but considering all the noise they had made with the recent job, keeping a low profile was the best course of action. Avoiding Valentine was the best bet for a while, especially with the event that had happened before their move. John had almost had his head blown off point blank all thanks to Cornwall catching wind of the robbery on his train. If it wasn’t for Arthurs, quick reflexes, he’d have been long dead a while ago before even reaching Clemens Point.

[{ ✘ }] - “Now that’s about the smartest thing I’ve heard ya say in a long time, you keep that up an’ maybe it’ll snow tomorrow.” He comments, sarcasm obvious in his scratchy tone, he always seemed to poke fun at his scars, so it was only natural he’d fire back, all in good fun of course. Sean definitely had the tenacity to be annoying, but even he had his bright moments from time to time. According to Arthur, Sean had actually done good with finding that homestead that he and Arthur robbed not long ago, and it was a surprisingly good score. Maybe he was dedicated? At least when he wanted to be anyway.

As they passed by the sight of Valentine, the memories from that aforementioned moment returned to him briefly, he marveled at how close he had come to being another casualty, the Callander brothers being the first during their escape from Blackwater, and Kieran being the second, he only hoped there would be no more, but in a life like this, it was hard to say, anyone could be dead tomorrow and not even know it, this world, was unpredictable, more so when it came to the bounties on their heads. 

John ignored the passersby as the two past the train tracks. John perks up a bit when the other mentions Rhodes which was the town they were currently on their way to, Valentine was obviously off-limits right now until things calmed down a bit there. Sean’s comment on the Rhodes bartender was noted, well, they would sure as hell find out if that was true when they got there. A nice day of drinking and relaxing was much needed, he just hoped Sean would be able to stick to his word of being cautious.

[{ ✘ }] - “That so? Then I Guess, we’ll be findin’ that out fer ourselves since we’re headin’ there.” 

It would be a nice break from everything going on at camp, a very welcome distraction to stop him from dwelling further into his thoughts and worries. He was just trying to survive, if only Abigail understood his situation a bit more, but with what happened earlier, who the hell knew.

[{ ✘ }] - “Yeah, good an cheap drink, but also the place we’re I nearly got my head blown off! Been a while now, but I still ain’t to thrilled bein’ there.” He adds, that event had lead them to change camp to Clemens Point, one of the best camp spots -- only to be ruined by those damn O’Driscols who gave them the loss of their next member Kieran.  All of that, had brought them to Shady Belle, which had a old abandoned home on its grounds, despite the few examples of wear and tear, the roof was still in tact, sure not everyone got to stay inside, but at least there was some spots, especially for Abigail and Jack to stay in.

[{ ✘ }] - “I just hope them drinks in Rhodes ain’t too much, but given the people that own the place, hard t’say. Guess we just might be tryin’ that moonshine.” He adds, as the the two ride on further north in the direction of Rhodes.

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“Alright…”  she muttered, shaking her head. “You got me… you got me.” Bonnie groaned as she sighed. Her eyes scan his face, watching his expression. Did she know him? Her mind flashed towards her younger years, barely able to toddle around the camp or eat the hot stew on the fire. She saw his face, younger. And she knew his name, “Uncle John? John Marston?” she questioned up to him, sitting on her elbows now. "Yer still alive?“

So it seemed to have worked all according to plan, John wasn’t the best with idea’s, but this was definitely one he was proud of, a trick he would have to remember for next time he was in a similar situation, only, he might throw a real one this time, he had only used the decoy dynamite stick because he had planned to take her in alive and get more money for it. The moment he was able to disarm her, he stepped out of cover, two cattleman revolvers pointed at her making sure she kept her hands up and she wouldn’t try to pull any fast moves, some criminals were tricky and were able to make quick and desperate moves, moves that often made it a life or death situation.

As he made his approach to her, both guns still pointed her way for safety, he began to notice the little details of her appearance, it wasn’t just the difference in skin tone, but something else, something more that he had recognized. It wasn’t just her apparent skills at handling a gun -- let alone a rifle. She had sharp accuracy and seemed to get her desired target each time, had he played his moves a but more foolishly, he could have been killed -- shot dead by her a formidable outlaw she was.

Before any words could be said, it was her that spoke first, her voice cutting away the silence as the two stared at each other. The way it sounded, it seemed like she knew him, while John, was just starting to paint her picture in his mind as a child. There was a growing hesitation in his aim as he began to further visualize her from his past, but he needed to be sure, this could also be a trick to get him to drop his guard.

[{ ✘ }] - “Wait, you know me?” A pause as the memories finally start to come back to him, but he still had to make sure this wasn’t some trick, he couldn’t fully picture her yet, but what he could tell, was that she was someone from the Van Der Linde Gang.

[{ ✘ }] - “If I really know you, I gotta make sure... what did Dutch always say ‘bout revenge?” He asks, curious to if she knew the answer, this question was reflective on Dutch before the change that had caused the end of the gang, if she knew this, he knew he could trust her. Only those within the Van Der Linde gang knew what the Dutch he knew thought about revenge.

Waiting a bit, he found her answer satisfactory and confirmed that she was indeed an ally. Only then did his memory fully pop up an image of her face in his mind, it was her eyes, they were his. He holstered his guns and went to offer a hand to help her up to her feet.

[{ ✘ }] - “Lil’ Bonnie Morgan? Wow, look at you, yer all grown up now.”

He was surprised, he had hoped to god that her and her mother were safe after Arthur parted ways with them, he still remembered how difficult it was for Arthur to do that, to walk away from his own daughters life just to make sure she was safe, it was something his late brother had carried with him for a long time. John knew Arthur would be very happy to know his daughter was alive and well after all these years. Once she was up on her feet, he pulled her in for a hug before gently moving back.

[{ ✘ }] - “Yeah, I made it thanks to yer father. He-uh...he helped me escape so I could be with my family. It’s real good t’see you after all these years.”  Motioning her to follow, he whistles and Rachel comes galloping towards him with a nay. Motioning to follow him, John mounts his horse.

[{ ✘ }] - “C’mon, I got a place near blackwater, we can talk more there, besides, ‘m sure Abigail and Jack would be glad t’see ya again too.”

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So, a little update

There's a library not too far from my place. I've decided that I'm going to be spending time there during the week to use the internet there to do stuff and here while I look for other work as well. Certain days they close later in the evening, and others, earlier. So I'm going to be there on the days of the week when they are open until 8 pm each week

Replies will not be as rapid, but I will definitely be making major use of my queue.

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  you did your worst, you tried your best. now it’s time to rest. now it’s time to rest.