merciless

mercy montgomery. twenty-six. wanted. revenge will be sweeter than you ever were.

[bashthekingsbastard]

"I do know that, thank you very much. Though, I have to admit, it’s the tiniest bit different from what I used to imagine."

[mercilessmontgomery]

Is that right? How so? I was only a girl when my father hauled us out to California.

[bashthekingsbastard]

"And what do you mean by that, may I ask?"

[mercilessmontgomery]

Let's just say you better lower your expectations, honey. This here is the wild west.

[bashthekingsbastard]

"I simply cannot believe there is no perfumery here in Ember. How does a lady survive without her lavender oil?"

[mercilessmontgomery]

Oh, hell, are you in for it. 

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

I Confess || Flashback || Mr. and Mrs. Bell

[havemercy-augustbell-blog]

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[mercilessmontgomery]

Mercy's father had warned her of the sort of men who entertained themselves around the mines.

Mercy's father had warned her of the sort of men who entertained themselves around the mines. Filthy, immoral people, he called some of the miners. Of course, Mr. Montgomery himself was once a man who hung around the mines. The illogic of it never suited Mercy, but still she held herself with some reservation in the presence of the man in front of her. He extended his hand toward her, at which Mercy's eyes flickered around her, looking toward her rather distracted, rather absent chaperone. Mr. Beats was leaned up against a tall pine tree and appeared to be sleeping standing up. Her stormy eyed rolled back over to the man in front of him and held her hand hesitantly at her side. "I'm afraid you'd think me a rather unimpressive woman if I was to introduce myself to you without my chaperone," Mercy ventured with thoughtful, pursed lips. August Bell. What a lovely name, the young woman thought. A feeling blossomed up in her belly as she looked up at his suave smile. She immediately found herself looking away, and nervously pressing a lock of hair behind her ear. Mercy couldn't smother the sneaking suspicion that her life would never quite be the same.

[mercilessmontgomery]

It's sad, isn't it?

[steele-gallant-blog]

Duly noted, Miss M.

[mercilessmontgomery]

Best of luck finding gold and syphilis, Mr. Gallant. 

[mercilessmontgomery]

Ain't big enough for the both of us. [Mercy & Boone]

Mercy woke up to the feeling of the sun beating down on her face through the white lace curtains.

Mercy woke up to the feeling of the sun beating down on her face through the white lace curtains. A groan escaped her lips at the realization that the sun was up. Soon enough she would have leave the comfort of that down feather bed. She buried her face into the pillow, a groan escaping her lips. Ever since Mercy had left San Francisco, she'd slept in all sorts of nooks and crannies of the west, some nicer than others. Some not very nice at all. The bed she currently found herself in, however, was by far the nicest. Mercy rolled over on her side tucking the floral, pale blue comforter under her chin. Her smoky eyes fluttered open as she caught a whiff of the blanket. Her nose wrinkled at the faint smell of cabbage and it was then that Mercy promptly decided her bed wasn't as luxurious as she'd previously believed. 

All while blinking away the warm morning light, she tossed a frilly decorative pillow down at the general direction she believed Boone to be in. He'd slept on the floor the night prior, as far as she knew. He'd set up camp after picking out a couple of generally less creaky floor boards in their tiny hotel room, which despite the cabbage smell on the comforter, was rather charming and modest. Unfortunately, Mercy found that particular vegetable rather difficult to ignore. She put more distance between her nose and the comfort and turned on her back to face the dirty, cob-webbed ceiling. The creaking of her bed springs had broken the morning silence long before she'd thought to open her mouth, but there was still something unsettling about piping up in the peace and quiet of a bedroom, shared with a stranger, nonetheless. Though she'd done far more unspeakable things since being put on a wanted poster. 

"Are you awake?" Mercy wondered if she'd missed her target.

[jack-worthington-deactivated201]

Saloon of the rising sun ; Mercy & Jack

Although the sun was only just beginning its slow ascent into the pink morning sky, Jack Worthington was already bright eyed and bushy tailed within his place of current employment, Ember’s finest (and only) watering hole. The groaning floorboards under his feet that interrupted the cool silence of a sleepy Ember merely emphasized the haste and agility in the rounds he made around the saloon to locations within that required his attendance.

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[mercilessmontgomery]

Mercy stumbled through the saloon doors, grossly overestimating their weight. Her vision was already slightly blurred from a swig of whiskey she'd taken ten or so minutes before.

Mercy stumbled through the saloon doors, grossly overestimating their weight. Her vision was already slightly blurred from a swig of whiskey she'd taken ten or so minutes before. She caught herself on the back of the seat, eyes searching for someone who could help her with her current plight. The entire saloon smelled like cigars and booze from the night before, no doubt. Just as her clouded mind was pondering whether or not to crack a window open to air it out, she spotted a man who was working whole-heartedly at polishing the bar. Mercy cleared her throat and released her grip on the back of the wooden chair.

"Whiskey, please," Mercy chimed purposefully. She strode up to the bar in her brand new knickers, inspecting the outcome of all that elbow grease. Her reflection could almost be seen through the shining mahogany. Almost. "You missed a spot," Mercy informed him somewhat tactlessly. A lacquered finger moved to swipe rub at the pesky smear. As Mercy was rubbing at it for a moment, she paused to truly look at the bartender for the first time since she stumbled in. He was young, handsome, and appeared to be a somewhat meticulous bartender. Mercy had noticed as soon as she walked in that the place was nearly spotless--particularly for a saloon in a boomertown. "Actually, make that two." Miss Montgomery clicked her tongue and set her coins on the newly polished counter.

After all, it was her anniversary. 

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

You seem very sure of my presence here. As someone who barely even knows me, I don’t think it’s wise for you to expect that I’ll stay.

[mercilessmontgomery]

You mean you don't want to kill those damn brothers just as much as I do? 

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

I was practically out of there, sweetheart. I had my own plan.

But you know, I can leave now. Let you fend for yourself.

[mercilessmontgomery]

And here I'd almost forgotten how equipped you looked, face down in the dirt.

Both of us know we ain't going anywhere until we've finished our business...

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Did you really expect anything different when you joined me?

[mercilessmontgomery]

I joined you? The only person who was joining anyone was about to be you, joining the sweet Lord when they strung your ass up in the town square. 

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

To each his own, Miss Montgomery.

[mercilessmontgomery]

You're a bit foul, Boone Avery.

[claudettejo]

Hm.

Just rolled into town and already getting a feeling. Maybe I’ll listen to Lorraine and give this place a chance. …Maybe.

[mercilessmontgomery]

Unless that feeling is that you better get the hell out of this town quick, your gut is wrong.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

I like it. It’s a nice break from the silence, I think.

[mercilessmontgomery]

I'd rather hear the sweet sound of silence than the sweet sound of two hooligans heavy pettin'.

[mercilessmontgomery]

ooc:

I'm going to take a little nap and then start thinking of a para for the event tonight weee <3

[booneavery-deactivated20131215]

Maybe I'll come out of hiding for the celebration tonight.

[mercilessmontgomery]

Might as well. Can't catch any sleep hearing people havin' a go in the sheets right next door at the inn, anyway.

[mercilessmontgomery]

Does anybody ever strike it rich 'round here?

[infamousxamos]

I don’ think a lady like yourself would be too keen on hearin’ the answer to that.

[mercilessmontgomery]

You can imagine that ever since I got my pretty face put on a wanted poster, I ain't much of a lady, put off by the off puttin'.

[prettyoldpostcards]