Closed RP Starter for @belahbelieve
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Stumbling forward, Arthur nearly became acquainted with the rough wood planks beneath his barefeet. But at caught himself after an awkward shuffle. Ode to the clanking cuffs and chains, that linked together his ankles, and bound his wrists behind his back.
A crowd of nearby townsfolk gathered around the raised platform. A fun little outing, to jeer and mock the outlaw, as heavily armed guards shoved their prisoner forward again, onto a creaking trap-door. A door through which many souls had already passed. Soon to claim one more.
"Arthur Morgan!" A booming man of the law proclaimed. "For the crimes of armed robbery, murder, arson…"
The man kept blustering, but that was about the time Arthur stopped listening.
Mournful, tired eyes kept their focus on the horizon, an attempt to retain some semblance of dignity. Until the path of a noose crossed his vision, and the scratch of rope tightened, with both a threat and a promise, around his neck.
His focus dropped then, to the angry and taunting crowd below. And found amongst them, an Angel. Beth.
A sight that jolted Arthur to his core. He prayed he might see her one last time. But, also hoped desperately that he wouldn't. He knew he was letting her down, letting so many others down. This would be one more thing to bring her pain and hardship, and it utterly broke his heart.
"I'm so sorry. I lo.." The outlaw's mouthed words to his Seraph were cut short, with the burlap bag that was thrust over his head. While a Priest to Arthur's side mumbled his way through the condemned man's Last Rites.
The holy man gave a nod, and closed his bible.
A switch was pulled, the floor gave way, and the cowboy dropped.
