Apr 1, 2020
“Dutch, did you hear about the burglary in West Elizabeth? They say it was strobbery.”
Dutch took a moment to process the joke before he rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. “Very funny Mary-Beth, thank you.”
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“Dutch, did you hear about the burglary in West Elizabeth? They say it was strobbery.”
Dutch took a moment to process the joke before he rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. “Very funny Mary-Beth, thank you.”
@sweetwest said: 013. ( SOFT TOUCH MEME ) give them food .
Seán wishes, deep down, for someone to notice. The way he struggles and fights, both for attention and recognition. For somebody to see him not touch his food or that at least ONE of them might notice him not even moving a muscle when the stew's all done 'n ready.
His pulled tooth doesn't exactly feel nice while eating and ever since these bounty hunters made him go days without anything to eat his stomach was upset at the slightest bit. It might be smart to start out small, but... no, Seán always decides against eating.
It's around noon when Mary-Beth comes along, a plate in hand. Don't smell like no stew... Just some bread 'n cheese, veggies too. At first he wanna tell her to go get the stew for herself, but she offers that plate TO HIM instead--- his heart breaks a lil'. She ain't ignoring him.
„Thank you! Ain't done not'in' to deserve that, sure!“
@sweetwest asked: 🐢, 🥛, 💩
headcanon meme -- a mental health, drink, and a ridiculous headcanon -- still accepting
-- mental health
Arthur doesn't have anything officially diagnosed (at least, in his main verse(s), though it's debatable on if he'd go to therapy on his own thought in modern verses) but I do headcanon that he suffers some form of depression in light of everything that has happened to him. He doesn't really manifest it in a 'typical' way, and being able to journal and draw his thoughts and feelings has helped in a number of ways, but Arthur often finds it rather easy to detach himself from situations that are outside of the gang. Self reflection feeds into this sense of guilt, which feeds into his defensiveness, which feeds into anger, which feeds into his violent tenancies. It's a bad cycle that he doesn't really know how to manage. Though, it does show through self deprecation (things he says to his reflection, calling himself an ugly bastard, a moron, etc) and his defensiveness. He tends to shove a lot of things down inside of himself, grieving included, and carries on in whatever direction he's headed. It's really not until he falls ill that he's forced to realize these things and I can't say he's able to fully work on them, but it's enough to force him to start thinking for himself. He had always found it easier and it made him more agreeable to be told what to do, what to think, so it's a struggle to unpack and address everything. So, really, his mental health is fairly shoddy and can be downright falling apart at points, but Arthur's very good at bottling.
-- drink
I've talked a bit about alcohol and Arthur's drinking in that regard, but outside of that he doesn't give it much thought. He's very much a water and/or coffee person. He can stomach black coffee pretty easily and it helps him out, considering how his sleeping patterns are. He's not too big on tea. It's not that he'll turn it down if it's offered, but he doesn't go out of his way to make it.
-- ridiculous
In modern verse, Arthur has a mini donkey. Her name is Princess, because that's what her original owner called her and Arthur couldn't come up with anything better. Most people who have visited his home have met her, considering Arthur just kind of lets her roam around both outside in her area and inside the house. He blames it on the fact that she's stubborn and finds ways inside, but really he's left the door open enough that she knows her way inside and he's stopped trying to shoo her back out. Considering he lives alone, he figures the only person who would mind is himself. She doesn't sleep inside, however. She's the first animal to live on his little ranch.
( ( Sean MacGuire; closed starter - to @sweetwest ) ) sc
“Miss Gaskill!” Sean greeted in his usual loud manner, walking over to her before he stopped by her tent. He looked around the camp for a brief moment before he lowered his head, talking in a whisper.
“I have a bit of an idea up my sleeve. Care to join me? If everyt’ing goes according to plan, it’ll be an eventful day, I assure ya’ that much.”
@sweetwest
Most of his life, Kieran hadn’t known peace - or at least, he wasn’t very familiar with it. Fear and anxiety were constants, always keeping his shoulders weighed down and his heart at a quick pace. It was an exhausting way of living, but what choice did he really have? With the threat of both the O’Driscolls and some of the Van der Lindes, Kieran couldn’t help but be on edge.
However, there was one Van der Linde member he wasn’t so nervous around, one he could say brought him the closest to that safe feeling: Mary-Beth Gaskill, one of the prettiest and smartest girls he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t difficult to see why he’d fallen for her, though he knew it was pointless to even imagine those feelings being reciprocated. Still, if he could just spend as much time with Mary-Beth as was allowed, he would be happy; being near her made him feel like things were, in some way or another, going to be okay.
Kieran caught himself staring towards Mary-Beth that particular day, his face heating up once she caught his eyes. “Ah-- s-sorry, Ms. Gaskill. I... I been spacin’ today, I guess.” It was a flimsy excuse, and she could probably see right through it, but he couldn’t think of anything better.
sweetwest asked : Sean / Lenny for the ship thing?
send me a ship and I’ll tell you… / @sweetwest -- accepting
Of course!
“You have a visitor.” ( it’s okay she’s got bail. )
Send “You have a visitor” for your muse to visit mine in jail
“Uh huh” Joanna said as she sat on the floor against the wall of her cell looking up, before realizing it was Mary Beth. Suddenly, Joanna was more alert, pushing herself to her feet and walking over to the cell door as the deputy unlocked it. She realized Mary Beth was paying Joanna’s bail to get her out.
She wanted to talk to Mary Beth about getting her out, but it wasn’t a good time until they got out of the sheriff’s office. She’d been afraid someone here in Valentine would have gotten in touch with someone in Lemoyne and realized she was wanted back there and ship her off to Sisika, in shackles in a prison wagon, but apparently no one had discovered that before Mary Beth arrived. Joanna wasn’t sure if anyone from the gang would help her out after she’d gotten in trouble for smacking one of the women in Smithfield’s.
After the sherrif gave Joanna the satchel she’d been arrested with and warned her to stay out of Valentine for a while, Joanna walked out with Mary Beth. Once they were out of earshot, she said “Oh my God, thank you so much. I’ll pay you back for the bail money.”
“ i guess i’m just worried.” - for Javier!
@sweetwest (red dead redemption 2 )
Javier could relate. He rested his elbows on his knees, glancing at Mary-Beth where she sat beside him. He was exhausted—worn down physically and mentally. But there was no reprieve in sight, only more fighting. And death. Always death.
“Everyone is,” he replied quietly. Some more than others; some to a dangerous extent. “But we have to trust that Dutch knows what he’s doing.” That was all Javier had left with the gang splitting at the seams. Loyalty. Almost blind loyalty. Unwavering, except in his mind. If he could convince the others, the gang might survive.
“We’ll survive this,” he assured her, ignoring how it cut his tongue like a lie.