badfool

Unto Dust

Eli's little speech responded well among the more immediate crowd. Some empowered nods, a few unsure glances. For the most part, the young priest's words resounded with enough power despite having little sway over the judge. From the crowd it was unsurprisingly predictable coming from a priest with so much fire in his soul and spark in his walk. He had a number of these folks soaking up his message like a sponge what with how they leaned on his every word. A bit preachy for Tucker, but then again law and church were bound to rub raw eventually.

"He knows best- Let Father show us the Lord's work!" One woman cheered aloud. Two gloved hands reached forward to the stand, her efforts rejected and blocked by a ground-level officer. Finn's head bobbled, nodding against the chafe of the noose. Sparking more nods of agreement, their judge and proctor had no choice but to hear what his people and the frail priest rallied for. It humored him to say the least, but it was also a frightening effort.

"Said it himself! Jesus loves me just the same-" Finn chimed in, matter-of-factly, but was soon cut off when the executioner jolted the rope to silence him. The reminder that Finn had no place to speak followed angrily.

"You're tellin' me you'll adopt this sorry son'va bitch and transform him into an honest man? Oh, I am a man of faith, Father. But I'm not the convicted one here." He nearly burst at idea of it, but with the crowd's turn of their cheeks he checked himself not to laugh. Perhaps their Little Priest was not aware of the severity of his crimes? Truly even the most humble and righteous of men would rather see a man hanged than to accept such a burdensome task. Tucker challenged him. "Casey is a thief, a liar, and a killer. He's been wanted by our county for years and you want me to hand him over to you? What hope can there be left for such a wretched soul?"

To simply hand Casey over to Father Cassidy was ludicrous... and all the while tempting. As much as Tucker wanted to see the redhead dancing on the end of a rope that afternoon, he was also the sort to push a bet. If somehow Casey was placed into Father's custody and made the slightest mistake, not only would Casey swing but Cassidy a fool for so much as trying to tame a single wiry hair on Finn's head. Then again, he did go through the trouble of arranging an execution...

Pawing at the gruffness of his greying beard and a conflicted sigh, he dropped all hypothetical and looked Eli straight in the eyes. "Convince me, Father, because I don't think you understand the weight of your request."

Unto Dust

BADFOOL

Name (Full): Finnegan Foster. He now goes by the alias of 'Finn Casey' and few people actually know his old name.
Age: 30
Place of Birth: Kansas territory that would now be considered Colorado
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Language: English

Physical Description

Height: 6'0''
Stature: Somewhat of a bean-pole. He's tall, lanky and thin and wouldn't make a difference if he ate more or less.
Hair: Finn is a tawny redhead. His hair is neither short nor long. Just a few inches short of being able to tie it back. He doesn't mess with it too much aside from pushing it back and out of his face. Can be a bit unruly at times but he doesn't pay much mind. Oftentimes, his hair is just plain dusty.
Eyes: Blue-Green
Skin tone: Fair with a good amount of small freckles that seemed airbrushed and often mistaken for dirt. He doesn't tan well but he can sure burn if he isn't smart about covering his head.
Features: A bit of a fox-like face. He has long, thin features and despite his age they can seem very boyish at times.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Canvas pants and loose button downs. Often wearing shades of forest greens, browns and tans. He wears a pair of worn, leather boots and an old, tan frock-coat in wintertime...which he likely stole

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: He's abrasive, messy but centralizes most of what he does around humor despite the nature of his actions. He has no real concern about personal property or belonging for the most part and will usually try and cheat or steal his way out of something or to something. Despite his mistakes and wrongdoings in the past, he is not an overly-cruel person. In fact, he isn't the type of criminal to humiliate or glorify unnecessary violence and despite having a piggish nature towards most people he would never take advantage of them in that regard. If anything, he is a very 'in the now' sort of fellow and wants to keep it that way. He doesn't plot or scheme for the long-run, only when it's necessary to get from point A to point B. He's somewhat of an imbecile and it's clear he had no formal education despite street-smarts and the ability to schmooze and turn things around in his favor. He's witty in some instances, and a complete fool in others. Mostly, he just does what he can to get by and doesn't see the seriousness and need for responsibility in the world like most do. He laughs a lot for someone who's supposedly a fiend. He'll sell just about anyone out, breaks promises left and right, but come the day he meets someone who's worth it he'll be as loyal as a dog.
Skills/Talents: He's got an amazing aim despite being a clumsy moron most of the time. This is considered an advantage to those who don't know him because they assume he's inept with a weapon. His knife skills aren't up to par but if he's desperate then he'll give it his all.
Most Hated/Dislikes: People who take life too seriously. He's not really a hateful person so it's hard to pinpoint exactly things that he has a passionate dislike for. Perhaps people who force him to do things seeing as he's stubborn.
Goals/Ambitions: To be one of the most known and revered criminals in the Western expansion. To die by his terms and to live off the land as free as a bird.
Philosophy of Life: In order for your name to be spoken the loudest, one often must be the most quiet. Meaning that if he wants to get anywhere or expect to survive, he has to be as sly he can be. This is difficult, considering he's a loudmouth who acts before he thinks.
Religion/Beliefs: This is unclear. He doesn't show enough proof of disbelief in God but he certainly doesn't follow a wholesome Christian law. He tends to not think about heavy topics like religion and usually finds some aspect of it to laugh about.
Children: None. That he knows of.
Sexuality and history: He's had many partners, usually women but there have been a handful of male lovers thrown in there that he's managed to sway. Usually, his flirting ends in a red face from either a good slap or punch. That doesn't mean he doesn't go out of his way to try.
Addictions: He's a smoker and will do it just about anywhere. He'd smoke in his sleep if it were possible. He isn't much of a drinker because of it being difficult to successfully escape when you're stumbling around. He'd never turn down a drink though and when he's in a safe place he'll go nuts. A petty drunk, but a fun one if you're a fun person.
Family: Finn doesn't know if his father is alive, having been walked out on before he can even remember. His mother is alive, and thoroughly ashamed of having such an infamous son. She lives with her two daughters and Finn's younger sisters but hasn't seen them in a number of years for obvious reasons. Despite being a selfish man, if he had to do one good deed it would be to someday return to them and spoil them with riches. Knowing that this isn't a realistic goal, he still thinks about it from time to time. He grew up with very little money and due to his rowdy and unmanageable behavior was sent to live with his aunt from when he was 9 to 19 when he eventually ran away. Before he disappeared and dropped contact from them entirely, he would poke in from time to time for a hot meal and a bed to sleep in before he'd rounded up a posse and gained his 'criminal-legs'.

Unto Dust

With a set of pinioned limbs Finn glanced up to the sky above, the ground below and the onlookers across like some sort of backwards trinity. Among the muddle of faces he saw a generous mix – unbridled anger from men he'd likely crossed at some point, wide-eyed terror from the women who stood by their husbands and beguiled children while a much shorter bunch hopped and stood on their toes in hopes to catch a glance up to the gallows. Others tugged themselves and their families along with uneasy stomachs. It certainly was a show of rounding him up from his cell down the hanging station, the rickety gallows that stood tall and impending. The wooden boards of the structure groaned the history of men who'd committed more atrocious deeds.

Appointed to the scene, a priest. Much to the humor of the hanging judge, expressed in a rolling amble for a laugh, he waited until the young man showed himself to proceed. A holy man as witness to a hanging? For what cause? His portly frame shook at the notion. There was only one direction this man was headed and it was nowhere hospitable. With the subject of a priest's presence, he had one thing to say:

"Priest, huh? A priest comes to serve for one reason. 'ta give these people a sense of justif'cation for watching this like a sport. You may be a man of God, but we're the ones doin' the Lord's work here." he grunted to Father Eli, who seemed more of a 'brother' with that gangly frame of his. The larger man, Hiram Tucker, straightened his frame and hauled himself slowly up each step. The murmur of the people rose to a hum before dying down when Tucker turned to face the crowd. The list of offenses were chanted like a roll call, with each one said and the noose secured snugly around his speckled neck he grew more and more antsy. Part of him wished he'd looted more, stole more, held a man up just one more time for a single fleeting moment. For his end to be delayed. It was a petty and desperate thought, and while Finn didn't show much shame as was hoped for he was certainly uncomfortable where he stood. So much for dying on his own terms and narrowly slipping through the fingers of the law. Strange, he always figured it'd be a reckless stunt involving a bit more liquor than his system needed. But life was packed with surprises, this he wasn't a stranger to, and death wasn't exempt from that truth either. Finn hardly noticed when his executioners had wrapped it up if it wasn't for one of them stepping forward and tightening the rope once more. Even gave the knot a good shake as a farewell.

"Fit nicely?" The man asked, but Finn didn't detect any trace of sincerity.

"'s itchy." Finn mumbled back with an honest shrug which wasn't taken too kindly on account of the wicked sneer he got back. He took in a heavy breath and was jolted forward to the trap, his eyes searched for the black-clad man with the Holy Book and grinned ear-to-ear once he'd been called up.

"A priest here just for me? Shit, aren't you a ticket straight to heaven."

Unto Dust

Sorry for how late the first post is, RainbowReindeer!

[Tabbycat+Badfool]

Arthur didn't seem to pick up on much of it. Or, at least, it didn't appear that he did. He kept his eyes level to what he was doing, where he was sorting things and didn't pay mind to a few lingering stares. What were they going to do to him now aside from a red face and tug at his nerves? Theo really seemed to be the only one interested in the topic, and though he didn't push it like the others did in their silence he felt compelled to respond nonetheless. A few flickers of a glance over to the brunette really seemed to be the only contact his eyes ever seemed to make with him, even in passing. He didn't understand. Didn't see why it was so fascinating to people how he lived and if anything he wanted to be the first one to point out that they were the odd ones out - not him. Never having gotten anywhere with that argument though it had quickly been retired.

"I don't 'think' it. It's true." Arthur practically sighed his answer to Theo, as though he were truly distracted with what he was doing to really be bothered by any of it. Realistically, he bit back his own irritation and to anyone who actually watched him it was evident. His shoulders tenser than how they usually 'rested', his brows furrowed in the kind of concentration that came about forcing concentration rather than a genuine sort, and he walked briskly back and forth like it were somehow his job to be doing this. And all the while he kept his tone low, forcing indifference despite the fierceness behind it. "It's indecent and immoral and it teaches people the wrong way to be," he began, drumming out each word with more and more intent as he went along. Soon enough, it seemed to really be only Theo that was in earshot of him, surprisingly for the better. This time, when he walked by, he turned his eyes directly to Theo. As if, somehow, he weren't a nineteen year old boy but someone much, much older. He concluded. "Tpo many shows that make kids promiscuous; it makes them violent, and some turn 'em into queers." Perhaps it would have been funny if Arthur cracked a smile thereafter, a hint of showing Theo that he was kidding. But when none came and when he turned away from him, he was every bit as serious as it sounded.

M/M Old Western Plot inside. Outlaws? Priests? Advanced partner wanted

So I had an idea for a roleplay that I didn't want to include in my other interest check seeing as this is a really specific idea. I'll only do a 1x1 for this and I'm hoping that this can be a long term one that we both enjoy!

Based on an old film called Goin' South. MC is an outlaw in the mid 19th century and a criminal wanted by the state. He's prided himself on being cunning, quick-minded and difficult to hunt... That is, until his eventual capture and improsonment. In a small town wanting nothing more than to see him hanged, he escapes death by mere inches when YC, a young priest who wants nothing more than to prove his compassion for all God's creatures, makes a rather unusual deal. To take in MC and change his ways from a crude and rowdy imbecile to a respectable Christ-bidding gentleman in exchange for sparing his life. YC bites off a bit more than he can chew when he realizes what he's in for and it comes to an even bigger shock when this outlaw shows no shyness of his interest or wandering eyes. And even bigger problems await them: his old posse misses their leader and is soon to come looking.

This roleplay will have:
Mature language
Violence and references to past violence
Mature content down the road. Does not need to be explicit necessarily.
Religious themes
A whopping attempt at historical and geographic accuracy
Multiple and background character use

Bad's 1x1. M/M, Dark themes, Historical, Fantasy

Of course (: Pm'd

Bad's 1x1. M/M, Dark themes, Historical, Fantasy

B!

[Tabbycat+Badfool]

Theo's attempt at keeping what thin layer of peace there was seemed to be successful, and aside from a few raised brows and amused grins aimed away from both Theo and Arthur and scattered coughs of discomfort it had passed in due time. Arthur's face turned quizzical for a split moment, as though he were batting the idea of whether he liked Theo's conclusion better back and forth in his mind, finally settling on being as close to pleased as he could be. Still, he had no clue what Theo was referencing and while his confusion still hung on his face he dismissed any lingering annoyance with a single nod. No wonder he came from coordinating – there had to have been someone to keep the peace and everyone happy or else the entire group would turn into a madhouse without a director. It's why he chose this group out of all of them despite his family's encouragement to get more involved past manual labor. To be a leader, to steer a group in the right direction with a voice of steel and strength. But with a reddening face and pinched brows, dancing along the edge of grouching and staying it wasn't a path that presented itself easily. It's why he stuck himself here. To work, to keep to himself and go home as though he didn't have to expose himself to gaudy teenagers who made strange faces and said even stranger things. Kids his age who spoke and dressed vulgarly, shouting and cursing and staring. Kids who made his face red, his brows pinch.

He made a few more rounds before one of them spoke up again as though waiting for water to freeze before it was steady to walk over. "So, is it 'cause you don't like TV, or?" mumbled a boy who expressed an equal amount of both curiosity and amusement over the conversation. It took Arthur a moment to even realize it was him being spoken to, and with a surprising amount of might he answered in complete seriousness.

"No, I don't. I don't have one and I don't want one ever. It's trashy and perverted." Arthur mumbled back in minimized volume, his face lowered in concentration as though it took all of it to work through the simple chore. He didn't bother looking up and meeting the eyes of whichever one had asked. He didn't need to, didn't care to see their face. The other snapped his eyes over to Theo as if he'd somehow struck gold, shooting the brunette a tight smile and excited eyes that flew over Arthur's notice.

'Holy fucking shit', he mouthed to the newcomer through his smile.

[Tabbycat+Badfool]

"I'm 'fashionably late' to school all the time. And you didn't miss much here. At least in coordinating you actually get to plan shit." One boy sighed with a weary smile that longed for the kind of rest Theo must've gotten from sleeping in.

Arthur's face tweaked in recognition upon hearing his own name. He found it a little surprising that Theo had even remembered it. In a smaller town where most people knew you, being homeschooled didn't really apply. It must have just been the bank where he was recognized, where he lacked in schoolmates he made up for in this place. Nodding curtly and studying his face with a bit more effort than before, he supposed that he'd seen Theo around too. He'd mentioned coordinating was his usual for the bank, an entirely different sort of crowd and reserved for people who could stand conversing back and forth without wanting to tear hair out. Usually a friendly bunch for the most part. Or so he'd heard. If it wasn't already full he would've nominated Chatty Redhead who might've been named Callie if he heard right from one of the others a moment ago.

"Yeah, it's Arthur."He responded, pausing in his routine and glancing Theo once over from the top of his hair down to the tips of his ratty shoes. One of the boys in earshot piped up with a chuckle. Mentioned some weird animal from a children's cartoon bearing the same name as though he was somehow invited. With an odd look of confusion washing over him it was clear he had no possible clue as to what he was talking about.

"I don't watch television and if I did it wouldn't be that." He answered flatly and tried his best to ignore being looked at as though he'd sprouted two heads. It wasn't that weird, at least he wasn't exposed to whatever backwards 'morals' TV had to offer. That, and it wasn't as though he had much of an option.