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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 18, 2012 20:38:53 GMT -8
It was pure torture being chained to a bars of the cell. The wrists of Jerry were raw red from the shackles. The criminal was standing. He tried to stomp his feet to get a feeling in his feet. He lost his hat, that laid on the floor that was five feet from his feet. The good thing it was not summer, it would be a living bitch.
What was taking Curl a long time? Did she went to China? Where was China anyways? Was Lewt around? He looked out the window hoping the blonde hair man showed up. The keys the cell was on the wall, but the shackles were gone with the owner. The female who fed him came back to feed Jerry. He convinced her to get him liquor. She did that for him. Than it was getting dark, she left him.
He had been up now about for a day and half no sleep. There was no way he could lay his head and sleep. He tried that but his wrist are sore. At this moment, he wanted to be hanged to get out of this situation.
“Come on, Curl where are you sweety pie?” he asked in the empty room. God! Jeremiah was waiting for a woman to save him. How a disgrace that is for a man? Jeremiah would admit he treated Curl bad. Jeremiah was mean too her. How he wished he was not to mean to her. Curl could be faster. She was hot temper. “Rot in hell, you girl!”
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Post by Tully on Oct 22, 2012 21:24:14 GMT -8
"Hey! Ya still in there?" Tully stood under the bars, knowing that the kid wouldn't have gone anywhere, but not sure if he would still talk to her, not that she cared. After all, she wasn't the one who was locked up!
"Lissn," she hissed as loudly as she dared," yer friend Lewt says he's gonna get some friends an' come back later, bust ya out..."
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 23, 2012 18:46:07 GMT -8
"Hey! Ya still in there?" Tully stood under the bars, knowing that the kid wouldn't have gone anywhere, but not sure if he would still talk to her, not that she cared. After all, she wasn't the one who was locked up!
Jeremiah lifted his head up, turning his head over to the window. “I'm here, angel,” he told her in excitement. It occurred to him Curl was addressing him, but not Lewt.
"Lissn," she hissed as loudly as she dared," yer friend Lewt says he's gonna get some friends an' come back later, bust ya out..."
That was a relieve to hear. The wrists are red and are sore. “Good,” he tired replied. Lewt would never abandon his gang members. “Curl... “ he licked his lips. “You are a card. Now, go before the law comes,” he told her. “Curl, I kiss you! I would plant you one good one. I owe you one. Now go. No need you to be caught,” he smirked. Soon he will be out. The snake slither out of the law
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Post by Tully on Oct 24, 2012 22:32:57 GMT -8
"You try'n kiss me an' I'll deck ya!" Tully shook her head, grinning. "'Sides, ya can't do nothin' while yer locked up in there." She turned to lean against the wall. "I ain't doin' nothin' wrong, law can't do nothin'."
She didn't know why she was hanging around or why she cared, but she figured she owed him for not killing her. "Lissen, tell me whatcha done. Might somehow be able ta help...ya get broke out, yer gonna hafta go, but if we was tagether..."
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 25, 2012 14:44:59 GMT -8
Sighing under his breathe, Jeremiah rolled his eyes. She was curious. “Curl, I can't say,” he told her. The woman could be setting a trap on him. Jeremiah had faith that Lewt was going to save him from prison. He placed his head against the bar. “I am not goin' to confess what I did. How do I not know the law is not around the corner listenin' to this conversation? How do I know you with them and they are payin' you? No. I am not goin' to admit what I did,” he finished.
Jeremiah closed his eyes, licked his lips. A part of him said he could tell her, but the other part of him said do not. It could be taking a step to his grave, or in the loop of the hangman's rope.
“When, Lewt and the gang get me out I will tell you,” he said turning his head to look at the bar. How he would love to touch her skin or look at her beautiful eyes. He wanted to hold her in arms. Feel her up. He stopped himself. The prison was making him wanting her.
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Post by Tully on Oct 25, 2012 21:28:51 GMT -8
"Oh? So ya really done somethin'?" Tully strained to see inside the cell, but she wasn't nearly tall enough. "I kinda thought...promise me ya didn't kill no one." That was pretty much where she would draw the line. Stealing was bad enough, but murder....
"Do ya need anythin'? They feed ya an' all? I can get ya food, or a bottle, if that's whatcha need."
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Oct 27, 2012 19:57:47 GMT -8
Tully was scared that he killed someone. Yea, he killed people, but not on that train robbery nobody died. “Nobody got killed,” he told her, “Not even a fly. Two things I did not do. Kill or rape what I am locked up for,” he told her. “And how can I promise what was in the past? Leave the past in the past. Less you know more you be safe.” He bit his lower lip, and realized he gave out to much information.
She was gold. “Whiskey, can you be a doll and get me whiskey,” he called out for her. The young young Curl was helping him. Why? He did not wonder why? Why was she hanging around him? What did he do to her? Did she feel she owed him, but what did he do to have her owe him? Oh, she was a woman...They think weird. Heck, he was happy she was going to help him. Lewt was going to save him. It seemed the devil wanted Jeremiah continue to make trouble. The preacher would say that was God's work. Why would God work for Jeremiah who the one killed all lot of people.
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Post by Tully on Oct 31, 2012 18:41:16 GMT -8
"Yeah, sure, all right." Tully nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Be a minnet." Trotting toward the saloon, she lingered outside for a few minutes until she found a chance to slip in unnoticed. Staying along the wall, she moved past a table, noticing that the men there were pretty drunk, and that there were several half-full bottles on the table.
Taking a breath, she stumbled into the table, snatching up a bottle and hiding it in her coat as she twirled and landed in a startled man's lap.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, smiling prettily. As a distraction, she gave the man a quick peck on the cheek, then hopped up and dashed out.
When she returned to the jail, she looked up at the window, wondering how she was going to get the bottle to him, but then she went around to the front and knocked on the door. When there was no answer she opened it cautiously, then stepped in. There didn't seem to be anyone there besides Jeremiah, so she closed the door then approached the cells.
"Well, here ya are..." She held the bottle out. "So, ya gonna tell me yer name?"
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Nov 1, 2012 21:25:21 GMT -8
Jeremiah was relieved to see Tully come in the jail house. She was the sight to see. “Your an angel!” he exclaimed to her. He had not asked she was broke or not. He was not aware she stole it. That would made his day. I mean, he never had a woman steal for his needs.
Jeremiah stared at the bottle as she held it at his eye level. He looked at his cuffed hands that where locked to the bars of the prison cell he was in and looked at her. She asked his name. He had a blank look. Did he give his name too her? He thought he did. He blinked. “Oh?” he replied. “Are you sure I did? I mean, no, you are right. I didn't. Curl, Your not gonna keep my name if I give it to you?” he asked with a serious look with a lopsided smile. He looked up at the ceiling, “I don't want him steal my name.” He winked at her.
“Jeremiah. That's my name, Curl and don't call me late for dinner,” he said to her. “I am locked up! Forget calling me,” he was funny which a way to cheer up the bad situation up.
“The keys to the door of the cell is on the wall or in that desk over there,” he said as he was pointing with his nose. “Before you get the keys,” he said moving his face to the bars. “I need one sip of whiskey. I am dying here of thirst!”
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Post by Tully on Nov 2, 2012 12:22:37 GMT -8
“Oh?” he replied. “Are you sure I did? I mean, no, you are right. I didn't. Curl, Your not gonna keep my name if I give it to you?” he asked with a serious look with a lopsided smile. He looked up at the ceiling, “I don't want him steal my name.” He winked at her.
Tully's nose wrinkled up as she shook her head. "Got my own, don't got no need fer yers."
“Jeremiah. That's my name, Curl and don't call me late for dinner,” he said to her. “I am locked up! Forget calling me,” he was funny which a way to cheer up the bad situation up.
“The keys to the door of the cell is on the wall or in that desk over there,” he said as he was pointing with his nose. “Before you get the keys,” he said moving his face to the bars. “I need one sip of whiskey. I am dying here of thirst!”
"Keys?" Her nose wrinkled again, she hadn't thought about actually breaking him out and wasn't sure she wanted to be part of that. So far, she could weasel her way out of anything, but she didn't want to go to jail herself. "Ummm...well, reckon I can't give ya th' bottle if ya can't get to it."
Shrugging, she grabbed the ring and opened the door, then approached him cautiously, holding out the bottle. "Here ya go...hey, ya don't happen ta got no matches, do ya?"
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Nov 4, 2012 20:26:08 GMT -8
Tully held the bottle for him. Jeremiah pulled on his chains that locked to the bar, he had just enough to hold the bottle. Like a man in a desert without water, Jeremiah guzzled down some of the whiskey. The taste was delicious. He was thankful. He pulled the bottle away, licked his lips. “Curl, thank you,” he told her.
“Matches? Why do you ask,” he asked as he was wondering what she was up too. “Yes, I do,” he told her. “If you don't mind slipping your hand down in my front left pocket you find a book there. In my front shirt pocket, I got a few cigarettes. You wanna light for me?” he asked.
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Post by Tully on Nov 8, 2012 23:48:27 GMT -8
Tully watched as he drank the liquor, then shrugged. "Didn't know ya was tied to th' building," she muttered, still keeping a safe distance. "So, whacha done? When'd ya do it? Don't seem like there's much time ya could'a got into trouble." She didn't know why she was trying to help, but if there was something she could do, she would.
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Post by Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins on Nov 29, 2012 19:12:00 GMT -8
He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the bar. There was no real harm to tell Tully. She was loyal as it is. She was going to ask. There was no real harm. He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her. His head was still leaning against the cold bar.
“I robbed a train,” he confessed her. “I thought I had it all figured out. I was wrong. That Deputy had tracked my tracks and found me.” He furrowed his eyebrows and banged his head against the bar. Not to hard but hard to knock sense. “The reason I did it was because I wanted to have some my own loot. I was planning to keep it for myself. Which I won't now because I was stubborn. Look I give you an option. You can reach in my jacket here, take the bag and run. There is all lot of loot to keep you fed and get a place to stay. But you got to skip town to enjoy it. The jewelery in there can be found by the Deputy because it was from the train robbery. No. I am not trying to get rid of you. I don't want you be broke. Lewt might let you join the gang, but I am not sure you want to join. So take the advantage of take my loot and skip this town.” It hurt to say that. He liked her. He was not planning to share that to her. He was liking her. More she stayed more he was liking her.
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Post by Tully on Nov 30, 2012 17:06:47 GMT -8
"Don't want stolen money," Tully declared, wrinkling her nose. "But ya didn't kill no one, right? How'd th' deputy know fer sure, anyway?" She shrugged. "What if I told him you was with me? I can hide th' money so he don't find it on ya, an'..." Well, she wasn't great at planning anything, but hopefully he could figure things out from there?
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