Merelan
Lady's Love
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- Mar 29, 2000
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And somewhere in the darkness....
the Gambler he broke even. And in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
Sitting in the front row I watched him slowly lowered into the grave. My lover, my husband, my friend. Dead. Cold and lonely now he walked alone. I could no longer link my arm through his and walk with him. No longer would we ride across the
countryside hustling and taking greenhorns for their hard earned money. No longer would I have to worry if the other guy was quicker with the draw.
I knew. He had been. One game too many and my love, my life was being covered with the damn earth.
Let me introduce myself. I am Maria. Or at least that's what he called me. So I keep the name, the clothes, the jewels, the money. yes, we made money. There hadn't been a need for that last game. Or for his cheating. He won even when he didn't cheat. But it was habit, addiction, and now our death. Inside I felt cold and empty. The tears I thought I should have cried frozen, with all the heat and passion that had been our lives.
And even now, the Sheriff eyes me with trepidition. Will she leave town quietly, or cause a ruckus. Slowly I gather my skirts, drop the ace of spades into the grave, and walk away. He doesn't have to worry. I am leaving, already booked, on the stagecoach tonight. My bags packed, accounts settled at the inn. There was no way I could face the town in public. For the bullet that had taken my beloved, had been fired only a fraction of a second before the one that took his
murderer. He had been the upstanding pillar of the town, with a wife and children, and a whole passel of family. I was leaving, before they gave me any troubles.
A quick lunch and I stayed in my room the rest of the day, only leaving when Millie, the bar maid, told me the couach was waiting. Hugging her close, for her help and support I left the town behind me. That life behind me. For I wanted now only to settle down. Become one with a town. Be somone whom the other ladies would talk to, laugh with. Not pull their children from my side and hiss at
me.
I had been a card shark, a bar tender, a whore. And long ago, in the days before all that, a teacher. Could I ever go back to that? There was no need really. But I couldn't help but wonder. For now I leaned back in the seat and relaxed. The outskirts of town passing. Looking a bit closer, out of habit, at my fellow travelers. Did they know who I was?
OOC: Welcome players to a good old fashioned Western story. Pull up a chair and listen, or join in. All I ask is that if you choose to play you don't disappear just as things get gong, without writing yourself out. That veses me, and others.
The only other thing I ask, humbly and sweetly, is let's write this one. Not as a fuckfest, but as an old fashioned yarn. Something we can all be proud of when it spins down.
Yes, I tried this once before and several key players ducked out and it died, before it's time... like my lover.
Leaning back again and assuming Maria's form again.
the Gambler he broke even. And in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
Sitting in the front row I watched him slowly lowered into the grave. My lover, my husband, my friend. Dead. Cold and lonely now he walked alone. I could no longer link my arm through his and walk with him. No longer would we ride across the
countryside hustling and taking greenhorns for their hard earned money. No longer would I have to worry if the other guy was quicker with the draw.
I knew. He had been. One game too many and my love, my life was being covered with the damn earth.
Let me introduce myself. I am Maria. Or at least that's what he called me. So I keep the name, the clothes, the jewels, the money. yes, we made money. There hadn't been a need for that last game. Or for his cheating. He won even when he didn't cheat. But it was habit, addiction, and now our death. Inside I felt cold and empty. The tears I thought I should have cried frozen, with all the heat and passion that had been our lives.
And even now, the Sheriff eyes me with trepidition. Will she leave town quietly, or cause a ruckus. Slowly I gather my skirts, drop the ace of spades into the grave, and walk away. He doesn't have to worry. I am leaving, already booked, on the stagecoach tonight. My bags packed, accounts settled at the inn. There was no way I could face the town in public. For the bullet that had taken my beloved, had been fired only a fraction of a second before the one that took his
murderer. He had been the upstanding pillar of the town, with a wife and children, and a whole passel of family. I was leaving, before they gave me any troubles.
A quick lunch and I stayed in my room the rest of the day, only leaving when Millie, the bar maid, told me the couach was waiting. Hugging her close, for her help and support I left the town behind me. That life behind me. For I wanted now only to settle down. Become one with a town. Be somone whom the other ladies would talk to, laugh with. Not pull their children from my side and hiss at
me.
I had been a card shark, a bar tender, a whore. And long ago, in the days before all that, a teacher. Could I ever go back to that? There was no need really. But I couldn't help but wonder. For now I leaned back in the seat and relaxed. The outskirts of town passing. Looking a bit closer, out of habit, at my fellow travelers. Did they know who I was?
OOC: Welcome players to a good old fashioned Western story. Pull up a chair and listen, or join in. All I ask is that if you choose to play you don't disappear just as things get gong, without writing yourself out. That veses me, and others.
The only other thing I ask, humbly and sweetly, is let's write this one. Not as a fuckfest, but as an old fashioned yarn. Something we can all be proud of when it spins down.
Yes, I tried this once before and several key players ducked out and it died, before it's time... like my lover.
Leaning back again and assuming Maria's form again.
