- We just want to talk to you, Marshal, see if we can work something out. - Can’t see as we’ve got anything to talk about, but if you wanna say something, you can say it from right there.

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- We just want to talk to you, Marshal, see if we can work something out. - Can’t see as we’ve got anything to talk about, but if you wanna say something, you can say it from right there.
HIGH NOON OVER CAMELOT STARTERS (1).
All prompts taken from The Mechanisms album, High Noon Over Camelot. Change as needed!
TW for gun violence.
My hand is fate, my word is law.
Draw your gun.
Don’t try to play me at this game.
I’m [x], I will rule this town.
Your reign is over.
Do it, you piece of–
Push ahead now, the going gon’ be slow.
The wheel won’t turn no more.
Wheel don’t turn, devil’s knocking at our door.
Bring back help from someone we can trust.
No one paid [x] any mind, until one day it started to speak.
I know you fear the underworld.
Your hate’s misplaced, it’s baseless and savage.
Hanged Man, your words make no sense.
If you’d looked in their eyes you’d have seen this.
I’d love to sit down and to parley.
A bullet’s all they deserve.
[x] yet lives, he’s drawing near you.
Recognise, embrace and believe [x].
Well, son, that’s a hell of a story.
I’ll do what you told me.
I wouldn’t do that, [x].
Don’t recall asking your opinion, son.
It’s just that [x] had a rather unique interpretation of what he saw.
Your soul is connected to the world you’re in.
We’re falling into the flames.
Is it piety? Is it purity? Is it virtue?
Oh my loves, raise a glass to those we leave behind.
We may end up dead with a bullet in the head.
[x] you’re my stars, [y] you’re my light.
But first, let’s fuel a few more sins with whiskey.
Whiskey kills your fear. And you want to keep it near.
And I love you, but you stink to Hell of whiskey.
I can’t shake the feeling we won’t be coming back again.
We’re not pure of heart, but we’re sure of aim.
There’s a dream that I’ve had.
We can mourn our dead later, until then don’t fear.
Just clean the wound with body-rags and whiskey.
In the light I did what I went to do.
dbaa:
He doesn’t look all that imposing, but Ruth can tell a lawman from a hundred paces, so when one of the girls comes to tell her he wants to speak to whoever’s in charge, she has a moment to let herself be idly, carefully nervous, before she clears it away, gets up and heads out front. He’s paying her very little mind, which is just fine. Gives her an advantage.
“Hey.” She leans against the bar, looking all nineteen of her years, bright-eyed and bushy-haired. “I ain’t seen you around here before.”
Touching the brim of his hat, Raylan doesn’t betray any surprise at Ruth’s appearance or let onto his first impression of her in any way. He just settles onto a bar stool like he’ll be there for the rest of the day.
‘No, you’d be right. I just rolled into town. Got some family out hereabouts but I’ll keep on saving the drop-in I surely owe ‘em. You in charge or are you coverin’ for somebody?’ Among every other conspicuous aspect about him, Raylan is noticeably free of a drink.
am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes
Justified (Season 5, Episode 10)
scovilles:
“No, you wouldn’t have.” Elise sticks her hands in her pockets. It’s bitterly cold today; there’s a wind blowing in, hard and persistent, snatching precious degrees away with it. “Does it matter that he’s skinny? It would make him easier to overpower, if it came to that.”
‘Good to know I’ve got your encouragement,’ he’s mostly making light of the situation to try and ignore the weather, one cold hand spread on the crown of his hat to keep it in place. ‘You see it comin’ to that at all? He didn’t do much other than run last I saw. Quicker than the roadrunner.’
scovilles:
“His file says he weighs one hundred and thirty-one pounds.” A beat. “And I’m not sure what wetness has to do with it either.”
‘Well,’ they’re pretty close to the port out here which might be some logical explanation for that choice of words, if it’s needed, ‘my guess was a little off, hm. Wouldn’t have won that bet.’
where the crawdads sing, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from where the crawdads sing by delia owens.
you don’t look good. what’s wrong?
maybe i should stay till you’re better.
you don’t know what’s wrong with me.
don’t worry about me.
tell me what’s wrong.
come on, dig in.
you don’t have to say anything.
i’ve never talked about it before. to anybody.
you think what? you can say anything to me.
that doesn’t make it your fault.
be serious a second.
what’s that? what’d you bring?
how’d you know my birthday?
there’s nobody i want to ask.
sometimes you gotta take things as they are.
you get my meaning, don’t you?
parents have to warn their kids about things.
i want you to know how proud i am of you.
sometimes you have to discuss things. face things.
i’m going to miss you.
there is no one on earth you can count on.
you did all this?
what do you want with me? tell me the truth.
people mess up.
nasty piece of work.
let’s get outta here.
is it okay if i kiss you now?
how do i know you won’t leave me?
he’s not good enough for you.
chicken shit asshole.
i just need to apologize and explain things.
if only you could, some way, forgive me.
something on your mind?
you had something to tell me?
— And then what happened next? This is my favourite part. — I went next door to 31 Flavors. — He went and got himself an ice cream!
Justified 1.04, Long in the Tooth
dbaa:
Ben told her there was a marshal on the plane, but not that it was Raylan. Just a marshal, who’d been shepherding Austen back to Los Angeles. Not that Ben knows Raylan means anything to her, she’d almost half convinced herself the first time she saw him as she’d approached the beach with Jack, but the closer she got to him, the more she’d been sure: of course Ben knows, because Ben knows everything. He knew about Goodwin, and he knew about her sister, and he knew about her, and he knows exactly which strings to pull to make her dance like a marionette.
But that’s irrelevant right now, mostly, enough that Juliet can forget about Ben for now. There are any number of suspicious stares being levelled at her, but she’d expected that. What she hadn’t expected was Raylan.
He’s not with the swathes of people running to embrace Jack after all this time away, kidnapped by the Others. Juliet eases around them and aims for him, feet steady in the sand. Either he hasn’t noticed the new arrivals or he has and doesn’t care, but she has to touch his arm to get his attention.
“Hi,” she says to him, simply, like this is normal for her, when he’s really the last person she ever expected to see on the island. Her lips twitch up at one corner. “Long time no see.”
He had been walking away from the group, not as pleased to see Jack as everyone else. Turning to the touch, he stops still. She’s a vision, as she ever was, more so now than ever. Her appearance stuns him into speechlessness, if he’d uttered anything it would have been drowned out by the reunion a few feet away. It seems like she expected this.
‘Should I be pinchin’ myself right now?’
dbaa:
“This is totally fucking unnecessary, by the way. I have, like, my own bodyguard. Like, he’s on the payroll. He’s over there, look, see? His name is – well, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t fucking remember his name, but then I don’t remember yours, so. Is that what socialism is? Anyway, I think he’s into cuckolding, which is presumably why he’s letting you guard my body right now. He just has the vibe of a beta cuck. You know what I mean? You totally know what I mean, look at you.”
Roman cranes his neck up.
“Is the hat, like, part of the uniform? Because it looks way stupid, you know that, right? You look like the second you’re off the clock you’re gonna go sell your body to tragically-far-north-of-middle-aged divorcées at a cowboy-themed restaurant. Is this what they meant by escort? Because as flattered as I am, you’re way too tall for me, there’s no way it would ever work between us. I only like to fuck standing up and where’s my dick on you? Like…” He holds his hand up to measure between them, fingers flat, palm facing down. “Like, mid-thigh? Impossible.”
There had been maybe two seconds during that wall of sound where Raylan had actually liked Roman, when he was insulting someone else. By the end of it, he’s looking around at the place and wondering what he’d like to get his hands on should this rich prick get involved in any criminal activity and all of his worldly property be transferred over to the Marshals. It’s all a bit too minimalist to really support his daydreaming and he’s forced to give Roman his attention after all.
Roman hasn’t left room for answers, so Raylan has to ask his own question, ‘your observations usually get you anywhere with folks, or do you just try and talk ‘em out so they don’t put up a fight anymore?’
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FULL NAME. raylan givens NICKNAME. ...quickdraw, wyatt earp, etc. GENDER. trans man HEIGHT. 6′ AGE. forty three SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english
physical characteristics
HAIR COLOR. brown, salt and pepper EYE COLOR. hazel SKIN TONE. tanned BODY TYPE. slim hips and broad shoulders VOICE. a kentucky accent that he won’t ever shake DOMINANT HAND. right POSTURE. loves to lean but genuinely poised most of the time, usually stands at his full height resting his weight heavier on one leg SCARS. a bullet wound scar just under his ribs and one in his hair near the parting, very old surgery scars TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. beauty mark under his left eye MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). the whole package baby/is his hat a feature
childhood
PLACE OF BIRTH. harlan county, kentucky HOMETOWN. harlan county, kentucky SIBLINGS. none
adult life
OCCUPATION. deputy u.s. marshal CURRENT RESIDENCE. lexington, kentucky CLOSE FRIENDS. tim, rachel, art, winona, constable bob sweeney, (reluctantly) boyd crowder, juliet burke, jade... RELATIONSHIP STATUS. seriously dating tim FINANCIAL STATUS. often loses his money/gives it away but has some savings set aside, work covers a lot of his travel DRIVER’S LICENSE. cars only, can ride a motorbike CRIMINAL RECORD. should not be as clean as it is, lots of minor infractions from his younger days and days in the mining union VICES. mostly come down to risk taking
sex and romance
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. biromantic bisexual LIBIDO. has a tendency to think with it TURN ONS. someone he can spar with intellectually as well as get down with physically, may make him feel stupid TURN OFFS. general douchebaggery, bigotry, trying to change him or get him to settle LOVE LANGUAGE. all of them? RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he hasn’t got a very good history with relationships in terms of sticking around but he’s trying to get better at that, he has cheated before and can be a bit emotionally stunted. he does stupid things for love.
miscellaneous
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. quite literally: you’ll never leave harlan alive HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. firing range/gun care, ice cream parlour, drinking, reading LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. more left than right but nearly equal PHOBIAS. public speaking, small dark spaces, becoming like his father SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. high VULNERABILITIES. his family history, his mother, his temper
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Justified 1.03
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