Re: High Moon Tales. Tales of the Wicked West - Charity and Sicilien
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[Sicilien] ? At first Sicilien thought that he blacked out, because his sight had suddenly been completely taken away from him and when he was next able to open his one, unsealed eye, he found himself back in Palenuma.? The same fucking town that he turned into a crater after having razed everything and everyone in it where he lost not only the last remaining dregs of his humanity, but also his beloved and their child that was never even given a chance to live.? Except this town was intact, one day before ground zero, when he and Rosalie had faced each other off in a battle that should've never happened.? He found himself standing 100 feet from her whose eyes were blazing with fury, her arms rising in the beginnings of an attack, but it was as if time had slowed down to a crawl.? Panic and bile started to rise in his throat as his body acted against him, his hands curling around his Colts which he took out and cocked, pointing the guns straight at the love of his life, and just as he was about to pull the triggers, a disembodied voice came from nowhere and every at once, and that was all it took for Sicilien to break out of this awful memory.
The bounty hunter chuckled, decocking the funs as he slid them back inside their holsters and fished around his coat for his pack of cigs, lighting one up as he took a long drag and let out a satisfying column of smoke.
"So, the manikin finally makes her appearance. Afraid to show your face, you two-bit whore?" he spoke back, not exactly sure where to look, but it was certainly anywhere but Rosalie who now stood frozen in time.? "I will admit, you almost, almost had me there until you opened your big, fat mouth.? Maybe get that frog out of your throat and try to actually sound like who you're trying mimic?? Just a little tip."? He stood there laughing to himself, finishing the cigarette as he took out another and started smoking that too.
"The fuck do you care why I'm here?? Are you afraid?? Tittering in your little whore panties that we're coming for you?? I'm in it to win it, baby.? Here for the ride of a century," he continued, clasping his hands behind his head as he leaned back nonchalantly.? "And maybe have a little fun along the way.? I mean what else is there to live for, amirite?"
(Charity)
Charity flashed a grin. This one was so angry...so filled
with hatred and pain.
Pain was good. She could work with pain, especially with
anger and hatred thrown into the mix. She looked around at his memory and
savored the agony within it.
¡°Such a vulgar tongue,¡± the dark-skinned girl remarked. ¡°So
much hate. You have lost so much. What is it you call yourself? Sicilian?¡±
She walked up to the rugged looking man and studied him. ¡°You
have lost so much. That is most unfortunate. Did you know life doesn¡¯t have to
be this way? And there certainly doesn¡¯t have to be conflict between us.
¡°Rather than a fight, you could join us in Miller¡¯s
Crossing. We could utilize your abilities¡you could benefit greatly from what I
could offer you. Power. Passion. Perhaps even the love you so desire. What if I
could give you the one you so desire? Would that be enough for you to pledge
yourself to our cause?¡±
Posting Order: Flynn, Chase, Sicilien, Callie, Charity (interacting with each character)
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