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Indie Beth Marston sideblog RP Blog . Penned by Roxy

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Sideblog RP Blog for Beth Marston from RDR Series. Written by Roxy

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Beth sniffed as she laid shoved on the ground, scratched up and accompanied with a bruise would probably form by morning. "I'm not scared of you, Dan Spurgeon! You'd better come back and say sorry to Hannah for tying her hair to her chair!" The bully, who was a grade above her, smirked and then left with his friends.

"Oh, Beth!" Hannah cried out rushing over to help her friend up. "I-it's okay. Daniel picks on all the girls." the blond girl explained with a soft sniffle.

"Doesn't matter." Beth replied as she stood up. "He still shouldn't do it and it's about time somebody stood up to him." The brunette girl examined her dress. Holes, which was to be expected, and a few tears in her stockings. "Damn it." she muttered. "I'll figure out the holes when I get home." The two girls eventually parted ways until morning.

By the time Beth arrived at Beechers Hope, she said that she was home and went straight up to her room hoping to get some peace and quiet. Undressing, she changed into a pink dress leaving her gingham one from school crumpled in a pile on the floor. Heading out into the living room, she spotted a spool of thread and needle which she grabbed then went straight to work trying her best to sew up the items back in her bedroom while failing miserably. She didn't pay much attention in sewing classes.

By suppertime, her fingers were sore as her fingertips were poked and prodded with a bit of blood involved. "Ow..." she murmured, biting her lower lip before taking a bite of food. Hopefully, the rest of dinner would go well without any incidents...

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Born of Outlaws, Raised on Hope

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Beth feels kind of 'meh' when it comes to girl stuff. She's got a few dolls that she doesn't really play with with the exception of a stuffed one given to her by her best friend Hannah for her birthday which she sleeps with every night. She'll wear dresses and bows mostly to please her mother but will still manage to get those dirty.

She's a tomboy through and through.

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This tree tho

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Cont. II @hardlcve

What did she think? "It's spooky." That's what, but exploring a place like this for any remaining loot was right up her alley. If anything it'd make for a great story at school, especially since her classmate Charlie Jones called her a coward the week before. Typical tropes about girls being scared of haunted and abandoned places.

Fingers gripped the handle and soon Beth was inside. The foyer was dark and musty smelling of old books and dust covered everything as if none of the items hadn't been used in literal years.

"How come this place got abandoned, Mama?" she asked as her lithe fingers brushed against the banister getting a bit of dust on her fingertips in the process. "Was it the war or something else?"

The war, as she knew it, ended long before her birth and as for the 'something else' the time of being an Outlaw was either slowly nearing its end or had already. "Was it the Outlaws that did this?" she asked, her tone a bit more excited than it should have been. "Think Arthur might have been here too?"

Arthur. The great man she'd been named after, at least first name wise, could have very well explored here at some point. "Wonder if there's anything left. Do you think there is?"

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Best Friend Hannah Schwartz

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Beth sighed softly as she slumped against the trunk of a large oak tree while she sat in its branches, arms resting behind her head. This was the best place in the world to be.

No responsibilities, no chores. Just her, the great outdoors, and time to hers-

"Ugh." Bright blue eyes snapped open as she overheard her name being called. Looks like she'd gotten caught skipping out on things again, which happened somewhat often. "They can wait." she mused, trying to justify more time to herself. "Besides, Jack is there to help out with things...unless he's reading again."

Silence. More silence. A muted thump. Down out of her sanctuary she went.

If her older brother was reading again while she was supposed to be out living life as a kid, then he'd have another thing coming his way. Childhood was precious after all, or so she'd overheard from some townsfolk.

"Coming!" Breaking into a run, Beth made her way back to Beechers Hope, getting the hem of her dress dirty in the process, which she didn't care one iota about. "Y-you called?" she panted, poking her head inside, wondering what was going on this time.

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Autumn light, Graver Arboretum, October 2015

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Beth despises having her hair brushed since it gets knotted from her adventures. She'll want to brush it herself but it takes a while to it to a smooth texture again.

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an abigail I drew some time ago!

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will try to work on the blog a bit later, but in the meantime, feel free to interact with me over on Jack at @jackieboymarston.

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Artha Elizabeth Marston, born 1901. Nicknamed Beth, she was conceived by accident at a time when no children should be born. Her first 6 years of life were defined by instability and constant trouble that her father could not help but find.

At 10 years old, Beth is wild and short-tempered. It's a rarity to see her with shoes, clean clothes, and neat hair all at once. Loves to run, jump, and climb everything in her vicinity; "You must have bones of iron because it's a damn miracle you haven't broken one," her mother says.

Talkative and eager to learn, she's drawn to horses, but isn't good at riding; in spite of that, she's up for the challenge. Unlike her brother Jack, she hopes to run Beecher's Hope one day in their father's stead.

life at the ranch is good for three years...

but then comes the dreaded ending of rdr1. now, what is the marston siblings' plan?