#desertlightning

[the-thieving-redhead]

( ( Alaine; closed starter - to @desertlightning ) )

Trying to earn her keep and earnings towards the gang, Alaine did what she did best - being a thief. It wasn’t a hard task to get into the houses and it was actually easier than back at Saint Denis and at Ireland when she was there. The countryside had people wielding guns and on the watch, but the locks were more sturdy in the city than out in the country. Ireland was a bit of a task at times too, but that was a hard thing to compare it to. Those two were just different in her mind and was hard to compare.

While looting the bedside tables, she heard the door creak open. She got her gun out of its holster and put her finger on the trigger. While she was on one side of the wall by the door, she looked as best as she could out the doorway, but enough to where she wouldn’t be caught.

“Who’s there?” she spoke out to the other person. But when she got a better look at the person, her face softened. “Sean?” She spoke out quietly, but enough for him to hear in the quiet home. Coming out of her hiding spot, she stared at him.

“What are you doing here?” It was a stupid question to ask, but she did anyway.

She knew Sean enough to know his name a few qualities about him, but they weren’t friends or anything. More of acquaintances than anything.

[jvbali]

Character development: 12, 16 & 27?

Ask Meme // Accepting

    Julian found that, some twenty years ago now, he had been his calmest while choking out one of the men he had been working for. The job was temporary, just until he got on his feet again, but things didn’t take long to sour.

    Through his days working there, he noticed, with a sinking feeling in his gut, that the Señora always had purple and yellowing bruises in the shape of fingers around her arms and neck.

    Julian stayed quiet, for a little while, festering on what he suspected was happening.

    The silence was short lived when he witnessed the abuse first hand, and before he registered what his body was doing, the man was sprawled on the floor beneath him, Julian’s hands secured around his throat. After what he’d done, Julian moved on, but a few weeks later, he received a thick envelope laden with cash—from the Señora.   

    Julian idealizes happiness, however, he often finds happiness in his success. 

    Julian tends to avoid confrontation like the plague, often settling to abstain from sharing his thoughts. However, when put into the situation where it is unavoidable, he will try and shut down the conflict, whether it be through conversation or physical intervention. 

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

“You have any idea where thinking like this is going to lead you?“ - Elijah

NCIS Starters

“No, I’m not a psychic” Joanna answered dryly, a bit annoyed.  “I had to find some way to survive.  I managed to make it okay so far.  I’m sure God will judge my actions one day, but I will not stand here and be judged by someone else who’s run in a gang” she said, arms crossed and looking Elijah directly in the eyes.  

[backedagainstthewall]

“Oh, you should have let him squirm.” - Sadie!

NCIS Starters

“You’re probably right.  But he ain’t really worth it” James said, talking about the guy they’d found who’d been working with the Lemoyne Raiders.  “He’s not exactly a saint and he’s working with a bunch of scumbags, but not really part of them.  Probably needs a good ass whipping, but I can’t be bothered to use that much energy.  I think we scared him well enough.  Especially you.  I thought you was going to gut him right then and there.”

[frontierbound-archive]

“They all died for nothing.” - Sadie!

Westworld S02E10 Sentence Starters (still accepting)

“It’s a cruel world Miss Adler.” Samuel sympathises, glancing back to cast his eyes over the board of live bounties, trying to choose one worth chasing. “I’ve seen my fair share of death, but can’t say I found much in this world worth dying for, love maybe, if you’re lucky enough to find it.”

Re-lighting the quirly he’d stashed behind his ear earlier in the day, the bounty hunter slowly shakes his head.

“They say there’s no peace can be found in war, but I always found vengeance cathartic. I’d hope if I got shot up, someone would take down the bastard responsible.”

Turning to her, he tilted his head as he considered it further, was she looking to hire him maybe, or just lessen her grief with a little talk? There was only one way to find out -

“Those bastards still out there?”

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

desertlightning asked : ™ - for uncle!

Send ™ to hear what my muse thinks of yours, nothing held back! / @desertlightning​ -- always accepting

             Sean honestly hasn’t really talked much to Uncle. Sure they bonded once over a drink or two, but he really has no big opinion on him. He thinks his lumbago excuse was a whole bunch of bs, of course. I think if they really go to talking, Sean and him could exchange some good stories. Despite Sean lying himself and making his story seem more interesting by exaggerating things, he may not like it if/when Uncle does it. If he’s working with him, he may get a bit annoyed by his laziness (Sean can be a bit like this too so he’s a hypocrite).

             I think Uncle is just a passing thought, a quick joke. Someone he would mention to Arthur, how he’s a lazy sod, how he’s not as bad as Uncle is defending himself. He has no big opinion of him. Keeping him around is Dutch’s business, at least he isn’t like Micah.

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

desertlightning asked : "Baby, nothing comes for free." To Sean from Daisy? At her bar or something maybe?

Marina and The Diamonds Sentence Starters / @desertlightning​​ -- always accepting

                Nothing was FREE in this world. The world ran on money and that’s how you survived. The RICH kept getting RICHER, and the POOR kept getting POORER. Sean knew it quite well. 

                But this situation wasn’t working in this favor. he had enough of the piss-tasting alcohol back at camp. He thirsted for a REAL drink. He just was short on cash.

                ❝ Come on won’t ya’ pay for somethin’? I know a few bits of good information, I tell ya’ no lies miss! In exchange for a drink? Even just a glass? ❞ God, he sounded desperate.

                If ANYONE at camp saw him now, they would be laughing their asses off. Maybe Arthur would be KIND ENOUGH to pay for one. Only if he was around.

[mbz-w108]

The desert.