Forrest Bondurant

“THERE WAS THIS BELIEF THAT FORREST WAS INVINCIBLE, THAT HE COULDN’T DIE,” BONDURANT SAYS. “HE HAD SURVIVED BRUTAL ATTACKS IN EUROPE DURING WWI, IN WHICH OTHERS DIED. HE ALWAYS SEEMED TO ESCAPE DEATH AT HOME IN CONFLICTS ARISING AROUND HIS BOOTLEGGING. THERE WAS THE TIME HIS THROAT WAS CUT DURING A ROBBERY ATTEMPT AT THE FAMILY RESTAURANT, AND HE REPORTEDLY GOT HIMSELF TO THE HOSPITAL ABOUT 12 MILES AWAY. AND SURE, WE KNOW THAT NO ONE IS ACTUALLY INVINCIBLE. BUT HE LIVED IN A TIME WHERE PEOPLE WERE DESPERATE FOR SUPER FIGURES AND LARGER THAN LIFE CHARACTERS. AND I SUSPECT THAT’S HOW HIS LEGEND GREW.”

[forrestthebootlegger]

OOC

So this blog is a remake and the original randomly allowed me to login again so here is the link to that.

bootleggersanonymous.tumblr.com

[maninsuit]

[winterfel-blog]

Lawless - Official Red Band Trailer (x)

[etomhardy]

"We're survivors. We control the fear. And without the fear, we are all as good as dead."

[forrestthebootlegger]

Damaged Goods

As Forrest's eyes traveled over the familiar faces, the old wooden door alarmed him that another customer had found their way into his humble restaurant.

He watched this newcomer with interested eyes as she made her way towards the edge of the bar in front of him. It was as though he had forgotten how to do his job, for he found himself quite awkward in the presence of unknown women. 

"Um.." A deep, concerned and confused noise followed that sounded like a grunt and he removed his hat as he went to greet the new customer. 

"Evenin'" He tilted his head towards her, his hat held to his chest, his eyes averting away from the pretty face in front of him. He turned halfway round and placed his hat on a hook behind him then turned back to his new company.

He revealed a rag that had been halfway stuffed into his trouser pocket and he wiped his slightly sweaty palms on it before leaning down and retrieving a menu for the woman to look at. 

"Take yer' time." He grunted again and began to trudge off to top off the alcohol for the now cranky old men at the other end of the bar.

[3intheam]

[brendenfraser]

[forrestthebootlegger]

Damaged Goods

A long time ago, Forrest had promised himself that he would never allow anyone else to take the fall for his choices and that if anyone would have to go to jail, or even die for the results of his mistakes, it would only be him. He would never let selling moonshine take his brothers from him. But there was a new "special" detective, he preferred to be called. He assumed responsibility over everyone and everything and had the entire law of Franklin County on strings like they were his puppets and he was their puppeteer. Forrest didn't like him one bit. He was arrogant and egotistical and expected everyone to have the upmost respect for him. Of course Forrest didn't give a shit. Because Charlie Rakes treated everyone else like bottom feeders, Forrest hardly was able to respect him. But he hadn't seen a lot of him, so it was easier. Forrest turned a fried egg over in the heated pan and sprinkled a little pepper over the hardening yolk before sliding the chicken offspring onto an already browned piece of toast with still sizzling bacon and well done ham. He put the top piece of toast onto the breakfast sandwich and gently pressed down to let the yolk bust and drizzle over the contents of the awaiting customers breakfast. He slid the mint green, glass plate towards the eager man and was thanked with a promising grunt as the man began to indulge himself. Forrest's eyes lingered for a moment as he untied his stained white apron and hung it back on the hook next to the open stove top. His eyes skimmed the very few customers in the bar and restaurant and he slightly shook his head knowing that today would be slower than molasses.

[3intheam]

[iwasbickle-deactivated20160411]

[forrestthebootlegger]

[Forrest returns to the Bondurant Bar where a young woman is waiting for him] Maggie Beauford: Are you Forrest Bondurant? Forrest Bondurant: Um... [Forrest looks uncomfortable and takes his hat off] Maggie Beauford: I'm Maggie Beauford. [she holds out her hand, Forrest takes it, shaking hands awkwardly, avoiding eye contact] Forrest Bondurant: Mmhmm. Maggie Beauford: They say in town you're looking for someone to help out around the place. [Forrest nods his head] Maggie Beauford: Is that position still vacant? Forrest Bondurant: Forgive me for asking, but um...what's a lady like you want here? Maggie Beauford: City can grind a girl down. Gets to a point where you start lookin' for somewhere quite. [just then Jack and Howard walk into the bar and stare at Maggie, Forrest walks away from Maggie] Jack Bondurant: Damn. Maggie Beauford: Well, Mr. Bondurant? Do I get the job? [Forrest turns and grunts an approval] Forrest Bondurant: Uh...hmm.

"Lawless" 2012

[bootleggersanonymous]

Jack had once, only once, pestered him about how he had never had a girlfriend. Jack had looked to him with a smirk on his face after the three brothers had departed the local grocery store in Franklin County, Virginia. The pretty woman behind the counter, Francine, had blushed when Forrest had…

[abootleggersgirl]

Maggie had a delima that morning. All of her belongings were still packed away in boxes since her move over from Chicago and a girl had to have her perfume. “Where’s that damned box,” she cursed under her breath, wishing she had labeled which one held her cosmetics. She tore open about as many boxes as she could stand before giving up. The restaurant owner surely wouldn’t mind, would he? As she drove to the restaurant where she hoped to be employed she was comfirmed that no, the owner probably wouldn’t care. This town and the people in it were, for lack of a better word,

filthy! She knew she would have to adjust considering waitressing is all about costumer service. That made her wonder, as her car quickly approached the destination, just what kind of people she would meet here. Hopefully things would be different from the city. Slower with more time to think about what’s really important. Maybe she could even start a family… Oh quit it, Maggie! You’re starting to sound like your mother. Her internal argument ceased as she parked her car and got out. The country air flowed into her lungs and gave her confidence before she stepped into the restaurant, heels clicking against the floor. Heads turned but she was a woman on a mission and couldn’t be distracted. That is before she saw the handsome man behind the counter… “Oh, um, uh, good morning. Are you hiring?” The smile that spread across his face seemed to shine like the sun and she began to really regret not putting on that perfume.

[bootleggersanonymous]

Howard came in shortly after the youngest brother. He didn’t say much except a couple of mumbles about his switchblade breaking, but Forrest wasn’t sure. He had in front of him, a Mason jar that was three - quarters empty. He wasn’t ashamed of his drinking problem. But he merely called it a habit. Forrest continued on his way; counting change and huffing about lack of customers due to certain civilians of Franklin County being out of town on weekend hunting and fishing trips. He just happened to look up when the door creaked open, the rusty hinges groaned from old age. He expected it to be the next customer, and he wasn’t sure if it would be a man or woman so out of respect, he removed his hat to greet the new party. Rather than it being a known married couple or a group of friends that bought moonshine from him, instead of it being someone familiar, a woman he had never seen -which was very unusual- stepped through the doorway. He gave her a small, welcoming smile and held his hat to his chest and slightly bowed his head. “Good afternoon, ma’am.” She asked him if there was a spot open for work in the restaurant with slight hesitation to actually get to the question, as if there was a lack of confidence for a moment. Of course there was work. There were always chores that didn’t receive as much time as the more important matters. There were only three other people besides himself which were his two brothers and Cricket on occasions. “There is a spot available. I’d need a someone to serve, an’ cook, maybe clean some. I mean, there really ain’t a lotta business, but there is a lotta work to do. I could find ya a spot. There’s definitely work to be done.” He nodded to himself then looked back down to his work. He wondered whether she would inquire about what the pay was or maybe if she would have some food.

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[gvllenhaals]

[forrestthebootlegger]

City can grind a girl down. Gets to a point where you start looking for somewhere quiet.