Yeah it sounds pretty silly when you think about it! And yes I suggest sending snow my way because I am in desperate need of a snowball fight X.X
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I'm badfool,
I've been on this site for a while now and just became active using threads. Check out some of my interest checks and maybe we can work something out :).
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The cackle of a laugh that sounded when Finn was called 'son' rattled his frame, unlike Eli who shook in plain fear. He couldn't be bothered to feel an ounce of annoyance at the smaller man when it bettered him to get his laughs out of it. The poor thing looked as though he'd topple over at the softest spook. As much as Finn would have loved to see the young priest's eyes roll back in his head he figured he'd always have the chance later on. For now, he was too busy exploring the humble house to turn Eli more pale than he already was.
He fingered and prodded at what few accessories decorated the place. A simple design, with modest furnishing and everything a priest would need to go about a simple life. Definitely more than Finn could manage alone. He'd spent a good number of his nights passed out in barns bale sheds of strange farmers between towns and bathed in the cold water of the lakes. He slept little and ate even less, but it was a life he chose and not once found reason to complain. He was free. Well, he was half-free at the moment, but he had his life and so long as it wasn't Tucker huffing over his shoulder until he found a chance to escape then he would survive.
The little priest was busy by the time Finn bothered to find him again. He was knelt down in the corner in fervorous prayer as though Eli were the one who had spouted off curses. In all honestly he didn't pay much attention to his scolding, his eyes wandering around the house elsewhere despite a few humored huffs here and there.
"And how're you expectin' that to happen? I can't remember the last time I bathed proper..." Finn didn't seem too concerned with the fact. He never did mind his ratty hair, the way the dust settled on his skin and in his clothing. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between the freckles on his forearms and days-old dirt. Rain was another luxury. Not the blustery, violent kind of Kansas storm that had you crawling for shelter but the gentle showers come early summer.
Eventually he learned his way around the lower level of the house, each room, closet and pantry. A house built for more but so far it seemed that Eli was the only resident. When he returned, he leaned his tired body against the edge of the tabletop, shucking the boots off of his feet with his heels.
"Your kind doesn't take on women anyway, huh?" He asked, followed by a stretch and a grunt.
He fingered and prodded at what few accessories decorated the place. A simple design, with modest furnishing and everything a priest would need to go about a simple life. Definitely more than Finn could manage alone. He'd spent a good number of his nights passed out in barns bale sheds of strange farmers between towns and bathed in the cold water of the lakes. He slept little and ate even less, but it was a life he chose and not once found reason to complain. He was free. Well, he was half-free at the moment, but he had his life and so long as it wasn't Tucker huffing over his shoulder until he found a chance to escape then he would survive.
The little priest was busy by the time Finn bothered to find him again. He was knelt down in the corner in fervorous prayer as though Eli were the one who had spouted off curses. In all honestly he didn't pay much attention to his scolding, his eyes wandering around the house elsewhere despite a few humored huffs here and there.
"And how're you expectin' that to happen? I can't remember the last time I bathed proper..." Finn didn't seem too concerned with the fact. He never did mind his ratty hair, the way the dust settled on his skin and in his clothing. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between the freckles on his forearms and days-old dirt. Rain was another luxury. Not the blustery, violent kind of Kansas storm that had you crawling for shelter but the gentle showers come early summer.
Eventually he learned his way around the lower level of the house, each room, closet and pantry. A house built for more but so far it seemed that Eli was the only resident. When he returned, he leaned his tired body against the edge of the tabletop, shucking the boots off of his feet with his heels.
"Your kind doesn't take on women anyway, huh?" He asked, followed by a stretch and a grunt.
If you have cacti outside sometimes people are brave and decorate them along with their house... But if not then most people have Christmas trees. They cost a lot here I think because they have to be transported but most people I know get fake trees. Christmas weather is cold to us but probably nothing to northerners. Out October month can be a sweaty one.
Oh yeah, I didn't even consider the time difference! It's 8 PM exactly here (:
Oh yeah, I didn't even consider the time difference! It's 8 PM exactly here (:
Oh that's way far away from me. Never been there before! Southwest becomes the worst honestly but it's manageable when you've been here all your life. Snow doesn't even seem real.
Ugh I'm sorry haha. If it so much as sprinkles here (Arizona) everyone freaks out. People amaze me here. My problem was that I criminally sped down the reservation that apparently was 25 MPH and definitely NOT a 45. Maybe i should be like you and take up biking so I'm not an 'endangerment'. But with the heat I think I'd die
:') yeah serves me right for speeding. Oh well, it's not all that bad! Anyways, I cranked out a post this evening which I'm glad about.
Hope you're doing well!
Poor Eli, his life is going to suck.
Hope you're doing well!
Poor Eli, his life is going to suck.
Finn was in a state of utter disbelief that the Judge had allowed him his life. Part of him scorned the round fool that today wasn't his final one. The other part of him rejoiced that he'd live to see many, many more. Being pawned off to a simple priest in exchange for a weak promise of his salvation wasn't a sound investment, but if it meant a warm bed and a hot meal until he could round up means to jump town then he'd take it over a dirty cell any day. As soon as he was released into Eli's home, his head perked up like a new dog, scanning the area almost as if he'd chosen the space and was congratulating himself for landing a house of decent value. Worn and broken in, but a nice one just the same and better than he could ever afford on his own. Oddly, if you sliced the top floor off and was left with the bottom it could almost pass for his old family home. Deciding that he liked what he saw, an indolent smile crept on his face.
But the smile didn't last as long as he would've liked. With the Judge's rules, his face couldn't help but fall into what could only be described as a child's pout. His light brows furrowed close together, his lips pressed close as if he were deep in thought. No drinking? No cursing? No women... Essentially, a life of abstinence, prayer and good deeds was expected of him. Well, Finn never was good with rules. As soon as the clasps on his wrists were free and once again he was a free man he stood tall over Eli, inspecting the smaller man like a falcon looming over a desert mouse before the first swoop. He certainly didn't have much on him, nor was he the tallest, but to make someone like Finn seem more nourished and filled out he didn't think was possible. A life of servitude to the Lord and a flighty disposition must have been the cause if even a beanpole like Finn towered him. The criminal found it funny but withheld his comments. Instead he stood impossibly close that he wouldn't be surprised if Eli could hear his every breath.
“Daily confessions?” Finn exhaled a deep laugh through his nose. His eyes bore down on the priest. “You'll have me all run outta sin keepin' me cooped up here you won't have nothing to send up to God. No women, no drinkin'... I thought you were a good man, Father. That's just straight torture.”
Then, Finn took the liberty to explore his new home freely. He ambled slowly around Eli, rounding him as the number of rules floated around his mind. No doubt Tucker would have his men scouting around Eli's home for a scrap of evidence that he'd violated this new probation of sorts. If he left tonight or even this week, no gun and no means of travel he would surely die at the feet of the law. He'd wait; it would just take him a bit of time. For now he might as well have a bit of fun. And what better way than with a holy man of the Lord?
“That judge,” he went on with a flicker of his eyes downward and curled-up lips, “-'s a cock-suckin' son'va bitch. He can shovel shit for a livin' if he wasn't already doin' it now.”
But the smile didn't last as long as he would've liked. With the Judge's rules, his face couldn't help but fall into what could only be described as a child's pout. His light brows furrowed close together, his lips pressed close as if he were deep in thought. No drinking? No cursing? No women... Essentially, a life of abstinence, prayer and good deeds was expected of him. Well, Finn never was good with rules. As soon as the clasps on his wrists were free and once again he was a free man he stood tall over Eli, inspecting the smaller man like a falcon looming over a desert mouse before the first swoop. He certainly didn't have much on him, nor was he the tallest, but to make someone like Finn seem more nourished and filled out he didn't think was possible. A life of servitude to the Lord and a flighty disposition must have been the cause if even a beanpole like Finn towered him. The criminal found it funny but withheld his comments. Instead he stood impossibly close that he wouldn't be surprised if Eli could hear his every breath.
“Daily confessions?” Finn exhaled a deep laugh through his nose. His eyes bore down on the priest. “You'll have me all run outta sin keepin' me cooped up here you won't have nothing to send up to God. No women, no drinkin'... I thought you were a good man, Father. That's just straight torture.”
Then, Finn took the liberty to explore his new home freely. He ambled slowly around Eli, rounding him as the number of rules floated around his mind. No doubt Tucker would have his men scouting around Eli's home for a scrap of evidence that he'd violated this new probation of sorts. If he left tonight or even this week, no gun and no means of travel he would surely die at the feet of the law. He'd wait; it would just take him a bit of time. For now he might as well have a bit of fun. And what better way than with a holy man of the Lord?
“That judge,” he went on with a flicker of his eyes downward and curled-up lips, “-'s a cock-suckin' son'va bitch. He can shovel shit for a livin' if he wasn't already doin' it now.”
Oh no haha. Well at least you're prepped for it.
I'm good! Might be a bit slow today. I'm doing online traffic school because I suck so a post or two may be delayed.
I'm good! Might be a bit slow today. I'm doing online traffic school because I suck so a post or two may be delayed.
So, this little priest was headstrong about his plea? To take a wanted felon into his mission and train him to be a servant of God? It was a long shot to say the least and an even crazier assignment even for such a devout man. But with the flames of determination that rose from Father Eli, the blaze of trust and hope that he'd set upon the crowd, or at least the more optimistic of the bunch, it was almost as if God Himself spoke through the lips of such a small man. The Judge parted his stare between Eli and the criminal, the gears of his mind cranking in thought. Despite Eli's passionate show, he put little stock into any outcome of Finn Casey repenting to any sort of god above them. But with the crowd in favor of Eli and the grand display of faith that one day it was possible to salvage even the most treacherous of souls, he could practically hear his own voice withering down into nothing.
And as Eli fell down upon his knees before sin itself, Tucker groaned. The trap had been activated and he found himself in no position against the people. His people. One motion and Finn was freed from the clutch of the noose around his neck, his feet were unbounded and he was once again lurched around like a dog on a leash. Back and away from the kneeling priest, he wobbled in an uneven stance, his eyes wide and wild and his smile even more so. Truly, he was the first ever man to have purposely spared his life. Finn wasn't sure if he was a fool, a lunatic, or a crossbreed between the two. He nearly jumped and danced of joy if it wasn't for the two officers clutching both of his upper arms and practically serving as a set of legs and holding him upright. But even these men could not contain the feral howl that escaped him as he was taken.
“Father, you best keep to your word,” griped the Judge. Already did the regret of his decision cross his face. But it was too late. He gave the order to have Casey freed under his rule and more or less shoved into the clasped hands of this priest. Whether he wanted the criminal to succumb to crime again or an undisturbed town Tucker couldn't be entirely sure. He wanted Casey to swing like the pendulum of a grandfather clock and if it weren't for Eli he would've had it his way. Surely he would appear to be a man weak of faith in the Lord to deny the priest's request, and for that reason alone was Finn Casey still breathing. “He is in your custody from here 'n onward. If the idea so much as crosses his mind of leaving your sight and terrorizing a single soul of this town – I'll break code and come to shoot him down myself. Keep him in check, or everyone will suffer from this agreement.” This Tucker swore. He didn't need an oath or a word of promise to show Eli that he was true to his word.
Finn fumbled down the steps, his hands still bound and his arms held close against his ribs. Along with what few belongings that had been confiscated from him, save the pistol, blade and smokes, he was released into Eli's care. He was to be regrettably delivered, free from the metal clasping his wrists, to the small mission and Finn's new home. With Finn came a set of strict rules for Eli to enforce: sobriety, each day a lesson of the Word of Jesus Christ from the Holy Book itself, daily confession, and for the rowdy bastard to comb his hair on a regular basis. 'He's still in my range of control, Father. If I have any reason to send him straight back here I won't hesitate to do so along with a formal apology from a certain priest,' the Judge spoke to Eli once the crowds began to disband, Finn out of sight from the two prominent men. 'Disappoint this town and it reflects upon me. I'll be watching.'
And as Eli fell down upon his knees before sin itself, Tucker groaned. The trap had been activated and he found himself in no position against the people. His people. One motion and Finn was freed from the clutch of the noose around his neck, his feet were unbounded and he was once again lurched around like a dog on a leash. Back and away from the kneeling priest, he wobbled in an uneven stance, his eyes wide and wild and his smile even more so. Truly, he was the first ever man to have purposely spared his life. Finn wasn't sure if he was a fool, a lunatic, or a crossbreed between the two. He nearly jumped and danced of joy if it wasn't for the two officers clutching both of his upper arms and practically serving as a set of legs and holding him upright. But even these men could not contain the feral howl that escaped him as he was taken.
“Father, you best keep to your word,” griped the Judge. Already did the regret of his decision cross his face. But it was too late. He gave the order to have Casey freed under his rule and more or less shoved into the clasped hands of this priest. Whether he wanted the criminal to succumb to crime again or an undisturbed town Tucker couldn't be entirely sure. He wanted Casey to swing like the pendulum of a grandfather clock and if it weren't for Eli he would've had it his way. Surely he would appear to be a man weak of faith in the Lord to deny the priest's request, and for that reason alone was Finn Casey still breathing. “He is in your custody from here 'n onward. If the idea so much as crosses his mind of leaving your sight and terrorizing a single soul of this town – I'll break code and come to shoot him down myself. Keep him in check, or everyone will suffer from this agreement.” This Tucker swore. He didn't need an oath or a word of promise to show Eli that he was true to his word.
Finn fumbled down the steps, his hands still bound and his arms held close against his ribs. Along with what few belongings that had been confiscated from him, save the pistol, blade and smokes, he was released into Eli's care. He was to be regrettably delivered, free from the metal clasping his wrists, to the small mission and Finn's new home. With Finn came a set of strict rules for Eli to enforce: sobriety, each day a lesson of the Word of Jesus Christ from the Holy Book itself, daily confession, and for the rowdy bastard to comb his hair on a regular basis. 'He's still in my range of control, Father. If I have any reason to send him straight back here I won't hesitate to do so along with a formal apology from a certain priest,' the Judge spoke to Eli once the crowds began to disband, Finn out of sight from the two prominent men. 'Disappoint this town and it reflects upon me. I'll be watching.'
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