@MrBarbedWire@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter SIMON! LYLE! SOPHIE!
Goddamn. {huffing} Everybody's lost but me.
{Adrenaline pushing her on where shock was insisting her legs go to jello, she stormed towards the bar, desperately fighting the want to vomit.
A head.
A head with pitchfork holes in the side. --
I hear you.
Your indignation. Your rebellion. Your... /naive/ efforts to cling to kindness and self sacrifice in a world that will devour you for it.
You scream for the weak, not seein' how they'll get you killed, and call me a monster for silencin' them. --
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter -- hospital.
That was never going to happen again.
Simon and his girl? They didn't know what was out there. The Spur needed a leader, and Simon just wasn't it.}
Time for things to change...
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter -- towards the empty pillow, tracing a touch over the soft cotton.}
They took you. Damn... They took you fast. {nodding} It didn't hurt, did it baby.
{Head canting, he exhaled, tenuous grasp on the man he'd been slowly slipping away.
He'd been powerless in the --
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter -- Hadn't she?
Wrapping the fantasy around him like a blanket, he pushed to stand, ignoring the real girl shouting outside for the imagined woman in the bed.}
You're gone, baby. I know that.
{A chuckle slipping from him, ache turning it dark, he reached a hand --
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter -- A crippling wave of guilt ripping through him like a blade, he hunched his shoulders, fingers curling into a fist.
She would have wanted him to leave her. To get out before the soldiers took him.
Yes.
She'd even said so. Taken his hand and ordered him out... --
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter -- doors being thrown open.
Of metal trays hitting the floor as loved ones, hapless fuck'n fools put up a fight.
Of soldiers bullets, popping open skulls without a damn thought. Eliminating the threat. Doing as they were told.
Had any of them taken #Lucille? --
@TheWeightOfTwo@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter "SIMON!"
{Moving to the window at the sound of the girl's shout, he heard an earsplitting BANG and dropped to the floor, pulse jumping to a gallop.
No longer at the Spur, oh no. That sound and he was mentally ripped to the hospital.
The bang of patient room --
{Walking slowly from his patient's room in a daze, he made for the nurse's station and a cup of coffee.
Blessed coffee.
A mental block from the cacophony of death, denial and disease streaming from the same nozzle that dispensed chicken soup and cocoa.
He'd --
Plans for the Evening:
1. Plant self at the saloon.
2. Get my sister to pour me drinks until I can delude myself into believing that I didn't see @MrBarbedWire checked in to the Bridle Suite
3. Pass out, maybe? #WorkProblems
@MrBarbedWire@_MustacheRide {Blinking at the haunted look in the asshole's eyes, she hesitated; torn between the want to help the obviously hurting man, and the --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide -- fingers grazed silk /she'd/ be underneath it, his mouth went dry, turning to look at #Simon.} This is nice of you. Making the room. --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide -- is there some kinda new fashion out here I'm not aware of?
{Crossing to the bed, half disbelieving, half hoping that, when his -+