𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 “𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐞” 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫.
A woman of 25.
Sister of the late Jake Adler.
Faithless, perceptive, wayward.
“I buried my faith in another plot. I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun.”
-ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴄ-
Dutch was looking at the alligators that was across from them until she began to speak and he moved his gaze over to her to give her his full attention.
“Ireland? Ya know I’ve always been curious about Ireland how is it there?”
He took a pause but noticed her seemingly-
Molly looks out towards the river as well .
It's terribly hot and humid, and there are a couple of alligators resting on the opposite bank from Shady Belle .
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A pause in his breathing due to her actually coming to him and asking as it was a surprise.
“Ya know.. normally I’d say no—
But I respect that you came to me directly instead of going behind my back to get on a job..”
He took another pause to create obvious silence and-
⠀ "i ain't, sir."
or perhaps she was a little——but she wouldn't ever think of admitting to it.
⠀ "i've been meaning to ask if i could do jobs with the boys some more often. i got what it takes, everybody knows."
Anticipation to create some dramatic theatrics that only he knew how.
“In three days a train arrives and word is it’s filled with very valuable items and cash it should be pretty simple.”
He took a very slow deep breath.
“This is your robbery. You lead. Take who you want-
⠀ "yes, sir."
she shifts a little awkwardly, hands folded in front of her now. a moment of silence passes until she speaks again.
⠀ "i've been meaning to ask you something."
Smoking through that signature cigar of his until footsteps could be heard that stopped his action for a moment as he turned to face her.
“Somethin on ya mind?”
She looks at him, cigarette held between two fingers, half-smoked .
Molly had been lost in her own thoughts, and Dutch's voice pulls her out of them .
〝 Aye, well, more or less. . . 〞