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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 9, 2009 17:28:01 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/center] "I'm not much of a talker, Miss." Josiah said, his own way of promisng that nothing she said in his presence would be repeated from the moment it was said, until his corpse rotted away in the ground. Which... with his area of profession, probably wasn't that far away.
Josiah sighed slightly, he knew the question would have come up at one point or another. "There was a man, on that carriage." he said quietly, gently pulling Elle off to the side as a couple brushed past. "He's... not my biggest fan, and he'd do what he could to hurt me, and he'd use anyone as bait. He knows my weak spot." he confessed. "So, seeing me walking around with you...." he cast his look downwards. "I should have never offered to walk you home." he apologized. [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 9, 2009 17:45:22 GMT -8
"What is your weak spot?" Elle spoke in the softest whisper she could manage. She wondered about what it could be. Her mind went over almost every possibility, or at least she had thought so. She wanted to know so badly just what the hell Josiah's weak spot was.
"You are apologizing now?" The words just slipped out of her mouth before she even knew she had thought them in an ever so slightly louder tone. "Here I thought we were friends, but you are putting my life in possible danger. I thought you were being paranoid before, but this is just insane."
Elle wasn't entertained in slightest bit. She continued to walk, in silence now. There was no way she'd give him the satisfaction of being civil. Besides she would need him to walk her home now, now that there was some guy out there that just might want to kill her or something.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 10, 2009 14:51:14 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/center] Josiah couldn't bring hisself to answer, his mouth opened and closed, and his fists clenched. He watched her storm onwards, silently and he drew his hat further down. "Look, he hasn't seen me, not yet.I walk you home and then I ride on out of town but as of just yet--" he paused, turning around at a sudden shreik of 'fire'. "God d**n. Elle, please listen to me. Stay right there, on that porch, and I'll come back for you, got it? Don't talk to no one that you don't know. Please." he said, turning back to her, and moving for his gun.
Josiah took off at a run, hopeing to God that the sign she had given him was one of confirmation that she was going to listen. The shreiks grew louder and Josiah moved towards where he could see the smoke hitting the wild, blue sky. There was no doubting it, Val had set fire to something. Or one of his croneys had for him. "Is there anyone in there?" he demanded of someone, who just nodded, while looking to the fire with wide eyes.
He could see the Deputy, ordering people to run to the bathhouses and grab water, he couldn't spot the Sherrif anywhere, but that didn't mean he wasn't here or in there. Josiah ran up to the porch, and kicked in the door, stepping inside. To his left, a fire blazed in the kitchen. "Hello?!" he bellowed, moving through the bottom floor of the house.
He heard scuffling from upstairs and hurried up them. There was a young woman, attempting to pack up her suitcase. "We have to get out of here!" he yelled. "The roof's about to light up!"
"But my clothes, all of my stuff!" The woman cried desperatly.
"It can all be replaced! Your life is in danger!" Josiah grabbed her arm and hoisted her over his shoulder, and grabbed her bag with his other hand. He carried her out the door, and set her down in the porch, in time to hear some cries and the house made a loud groan. A flaming peice came swinging down and smacked him in the arm. Josiah cried out, but pushed the woman along, his arm hanging limply at his side. His whole shoulder ached, he wouldn't be surprised if he had knocked it out of it's socket.
His eyes swivelled about the place, looking for the blonde haired man who had to have been the cause of this mess. He was no where in sight. Josiah's stomach made an uncomfortable lurch. "Elle." he whispered under his breath, and took off once more. [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 10, 2009 16:16:56 GMT -8
Elle heard Josiah say something about who ever it was that he was worried about not seeing him yet. She could of cared less at that point what he said, but then he cursed. That got her attention because it was never a good things when a guy cursed and started the next part of what he was saying with your name. She focused on what he had to stay and nodded.
Yes she would stay out of trouble while he ran to go see what was going on with the fire, but she wasn't going to wait on no porch. She stayed right where she had stood when he had cursed instead. That she figured was safer than any porch. Porches burned and she didn't want to be standing on one because of that.
She stood there for awhile watching as Josiah disappeared into the house that was on fire. He was brave, well he had to be to some extent. Josiah was in a profession that she had heard was very unsafe.
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Post by Valance "The Blaze" Tuscon on May 10, 2009 17:24:52 GMT -8
TUSON
burn, baby, burn Valance slowly strode along the street, watching the frenzy going on around the house that his followers had set on fire. He watched with keen eyes as Josiah Larabee, an old comrade-turnd-enemy rush into the fray. HE approached a woman standing int eh streets. "Three parts stupid, one part brave he is." he said, flipping out a cigarette and his lighter.
He sucked in until the end of the cigarette was glowing. HE released the gathered smoke, looking away from Elle as he did so. "Suppose most peopel would think he's a hero, though." he watched, the crowd had gathered so tightly that he couldn't see what was going on at the house anymore, but he heard the cry of pain and he smirked. "Now, that sounds like something hurt." [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 10, 2009 17:44:54 GMT -8
Elle heard someone come over by her, and then that same person started to talk to her. He seemed to be talking about Josiah, no he was talking about Josiah. The guy smoked, and smoking was one of the things Elle wasn't that fond of. It was soon that the guy's words made her cringe a little. He didn't have the greatest of hearts.
She played with the dress of her skirt a little while keeping her hand around the area that her gun was located in. "And listen to you," she said and stood her ground. "One would think that you're the villain." Elle looked over at him with curious eyes. "Who else would seem to find pleasure in pain?"
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Post by Valance "The Blaze" Tuscon on May 10, 2009 17:57:07 GMT -8
TUSCON
burn, baby, burn [/font] Valance laughed a bit, he noted her hand in a pocket and slipped the lighter into his pocket, for free use of both of his hands. It would be stupid for her to draw at a close proximity like that. He could have her on the ground and dead before she got a second to fire. He watched the flames grow higher up around the roof, and hearing the useless shouts for more water. He supposed it wasn't very bad, as fires went. As long as they kept it contained no one would die, and only one person would loose a house because of it.
Valance looked to her with an easy smirk sliding into place on his face. "Lady, who says I ain't the villain?" he said, his hands slipped the gun out from it's holster and he held it up to her. "Hands up where I can see 'em, and let's take a bit of a walk." he said sweetly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 10, 2009 18:11:06 GMT -8
Elle quickly stopped playing with the skirt of her dress and placed her hands where he could see them. "There's really no need for this," she told him while trying her best to look innocent. "Besides you wouldn't want to harm me in that way would you?" She hoped that he'd at least spare her.
"I'll do anything you want." Elle knew that she was at his mercy and she was willing to bargain with him. It wasn't like she really had anyone to come to her rescue, and so she'd have to try to rescue herself. "I can help you sneak out of town if you need help." Her voice was starting to shake a little. "Please don't harm me in that way, sir."
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 10, 2009 18:30:27 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/font][/center][/i] Josiah pushed through the crowd, his shoulder aching more than he thought was possible. Every jostle, every touch sent a firework off down the network of nerves, and made tears spring to his eyes. But he wasn't conserned for that. He was concerned for Elle. Valance had to be around, just had to be. When he broke through the back of the pack, he just about cried out in despair.
Valance had Elle, and it infuriated him to see that. Josiah watched the look of fear on Elle's face and the deep joy in Valances as he held the gun to her. He was a bastard, a down right, no good, dirty, rotten scoudrel. And Josiah was going to get him for this. "Tuscon!" he bellowed, starting towards the pair. "Don't you dare touch her! So help me god I'll rip you limb from f**kin' limb!" he was nearing them, when Valance turned to face Josiah. He froze. "That's it, you want me. Not her!" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Valance "The Blaze" Tuscon on May 10, 2009 19:04:27 GMT -8
TUSCON
burn, baby, burn [/font][/center][/size] Valance heard the cry, and slowly turned to look into the eyes of Josiah. He smirk increased as he took a half step back. "Why, how do you know that? Miss.Emerson, here, is a very fine young lady." he waved in her direction, he took another slight step back, now he was in easy range of both of the bodies. No one from the pack of people had seemed to notice the going-ons just behind them.
"It's been a long time, Mr.Larabee." he said slowly. "Almost too long, wouldn't you say?" he looked to Elle. "How would one such as him, find his self in your presence, my dear?" he questioned. "Especially since he's gone and sworn his self off of people, he doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore, isn't that right, Mr.Larabee?" Valance's ice gaze turned to Josiah.
"See what happens when you reach out to others, Mr.Larabee? People get hurt." THe barrell of the gun swung 'round to face Elle once more. "However can you live with yourself? The massacre of an Indian villiage, and now this pretty young thing?"
Valance felt that jolt of pride through his body when he saw the pain, sorrow and shame fill Josiah's eyes. The Indian villiage had been far from Josiah's fault, the poor man had nearly killed his self trying to save people, but still... the low blow had hit the right spot. [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 10, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -8
Elle found herself between her new friend and his foe. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, especially when one of them didn't seem to have a heart. "I have seen him around town when I have been with my father. He has kept very much to himself, sir." She felt more at ease like she usually did when she was lying. Her father and mother had always told her that she was a good liar.
Tuscon as Josiah called him seemed to go back and forth the two of them rather freely and she could see how her new friend reacted to it all. He might kill people for a living she thought, but he cared a good deal about them. That she could admire about him.
"Sir," Elle said looking at Tuscon. "I can take him out for you." She then sneaked her hand down into her pocket and grabbed her handgun. Soon she pulled it out and pointed it straight at Josiah. She felt that this was her only chance to win Tuscon over. "I can shoot him and then you will be free to roam. No sheriffs or deputies hauling you off to the local jail. Instead they will have me and take me instead."
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 12, 2009 16:23:11 GMT -8
LARABEE
lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] Josiah listened to the verbal attack that Tuscon was forcing him to slog through. Yes, of course, the Indian Villiage. Why hadn't he thought that this would be brought up? He knew it always did with Tuscon, the man was fairly predictable. Josiah opened his mouth to answer-- but found Elle's gun turning on him as well.
No... it can't be.. Josiah thought silently, watching her face carefully. Yes, yes, he could see it now-- a good liar, she was, but the eyes were much too open for someone who lived off of knowing what people were feeling, or thinking as far as he could see from their general stance. No, she was faking it, he only hoped that Tuscon couldn't see it. |
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Post by Valance "The Blaze" Tuscon on May 12, 2009 16:33:21 GMT -8
TUSCON
burn, baby, burn [/i][/font][/center] He wasn't surprised by the silence eminating from Josiah, he was facing his death. What he was surprised on was the gun that was unfolded from the depths of Elle's dress. He watched the rough stance she took towards Josiah. She wanted his blood. "Is that so, Miss Emerson?" he said, steadying his gaze to her.
HE should have just shot her, for pulling out a gun like that. He had told her to keep her hands up. He had told her to not say a word. "I'm inclined to take your bargain, Miss Emerson... but not to leave town." he said slowly, his gun nor his gaze leaving the either of them. "You will shoot Mr.Larabee here, and then I will stay in your barn until the uproar dies down."
He bit his lips. "So, go on then!" he motioned. |
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Post by beth on May 12, 2009 16:49:42 GMT -8
Elle was a good shot, but just the same she felt nervous. She worked hard not to show it though. After all she would have to shoot her friend to save her life. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but it had to be done. "Yes," she replied to Tuscon. Elle then started to think a prayer, she would need faith to help her now.
She hugged the trigger ever so slightly and paused for a moment. Elle was a good shot and she hated knowing that. She steadied her gaze and lined her shot up, or at least what she wanted Tuscon to think her shot was to be. Elle went to pull the trigger for good this time. At the very last moment she moved her arm ever so slightly so that Josiah would almost have a chance to lessen the blow. She didn't want to kill him that was for sure.
In the back of her mind she prayed that he wouldn't be hurt that much by it. Not only that, but that he would take the opportunity to fake the blow if possible and take out Tuscon. Or at least give Tuscon something to think about. So as her bullet traveled through the air she watched right up until the last moment, when she had to close her eyes for a moment. She couldn't stand the the thought of her friend, Josiah, being shot.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 12, 2009 17:50:19 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/font][/center][/i] Josiah looked to Tuscon, he couldn't look Elle in the eyes for what she was going to do. HE looked to Valance with hatred. He had done this, turned Elle to the worst situation that he could imagine. Not even he would know what to do in her shoes. Although, he might have tested his chances with shooting Val.
He heard the gunshot, and winced to the side. Barely had time to blink before raw pain burst from his side, drawing another painfilled cry from his chest. He stumbled backwards, his safe arm groping out in the air for something to grab. He didn't say anything, and if he did, it was pure gibbberish or more weak sounds of pain.
The air had rushed from his lungs, and his side felt like someoen had set it on fire. He fell back to his floor, trying to breathe shallowly but the pain was too much to even do that. His head flopped to the side and he could see Valance, nearing Elle. Elle hadn't been watching, that made Josiah feel better at least.
He grasped his new side, bringing forth another whine of pain and shock as the warmth his hand touched. His coat and shirt were soaked with the liquid that kept him alive. The same liquid that Elle's heart pumped through her body-- the same body that Valance was sure to harm if Josiah didn't do something about it. [/blockquote] [/size][/blockquote][/quote] |
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