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—Lorraine— "ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ, ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ."—
"It ain't worth waiting for." Lorraine sighed and stomped off to where she was sleeping last. She had forgotten about everyone's attitude here. Most of these men were arrogant because they did most of the dirty work.
Lorraine lays down on her stomach and opens up her small little satchel she left with her tent a while back. A small journal laid inside, unopened and unharmed, well other than the slight water damage. She's had this journal since the age of 15 but never used it as often as she hoped.
Journal entry #134
Now a lot has happened since I've written last, and I guess that's quite noticeable by the names I'm using. My new camp got invaded and I had no other choice than to run. Some filthy people tricked me and took me to their camp for questioning about Allen. That stupid oaf. Didn't take long before I was being sent back to my old camp, but not by myself or for good reasoning. Dutch, the leader sent me down with this man, Arthur Morgan to be his wife so that Arthur could sneak around and find out about Allen.
Now, I don't mind it because we ain't doing anything bad, in fact Arthur saved my ass from Allen beating my face in. Allen doesn't give a shit about no one, and I think that's what makes him go on such a murder spree just by the way someone looks at him. One time I—
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"What are you doing?" Arthur steps into the tent and sets down his hat, staring straight at the back of Lorraine's head. She quickly closed the notebook and shoved it back in her bag.
"I was just writing. You know, about this whole adventure." She explained, sitting up and moving her skirt around so it flowed around her. "Where did you run off to?"
———ARTHUR———
"Just... Wondered around. Thinking." I answered, sitting beside her, peeping over to see a closed, worn, brown writing journal. Looks almost the same as my own. "Why don't you say we go talk to Allen and then get outta here?" Her eyes lit up and she looked to me with confusion.
"I thought you were going to leaving me here? Get your information and flee back to your people while I stay with mine..." I shook my head and stood up, extending my hand out for her.
"These people treat you like trash, they aren't worth your time."
"Your people treat me the same, Arthur. Dutch is not a man to quickly change his opinion on people. Plus, if I get treated the way I do, it's because I deserve it here." My hands gripped hers harshly as I heard her words. My hard gaze burned through her eyes.
"That man is a crazy bastard, you do not deserve any of what he was saying, Lorraine. I can prove to you that you are not what he implies." Lorraine starts to tear up as I spoke so harshly, it was easy to make her cry, but in such a heated moment I've never seen her cry, only when she thinks no one can see her. "Hell, even I can tell you're worth much more and I've known you four days and I don't even pay much attention to anyone." I chuckled and let go so I could walk away.
"Arthur, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I-I just... you'll figure out soon." Her words made my mind spin as she wiped away her tears. "You aren't gonna die or anything like that, but when I'm stable enough to tell you, you'll know."
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———LORRAINE———
Quickly Arthur pushes Allen into a tree as I stand behind it, swiftly trying Allen down in one swift movement. "Alright. Calm down you dunce." I shout and kick him in the leg.
"Now, I ain't gonna ask twice. I know you killed Dutch van der Linde's men. I know it was you because you ain't smart enough to put on a damn mask." Arthur spoke to roughly and it made me feel so... interested in this experience.
"No, no. You've got me mistaken. I would never kill one of his men! I'm scared of that man for gods sake! I mean, look! He sends his men after a suspect and ties them to a tree! I would never mess with them." I kicked his leg again.
"Wrong." I shout, kneeling down so I could be like Arthur. "Even I know you were the one who committed such crime."
"Who's side are you on, Margo? You're our family! We made you comfortable and opened our arms for you!" Allen shouts, spitting on the ground next to me.
"No you didn't! You gave me a place to sleep but you treated me like rubbish!" Arthur looked up to me with a twinkle in his blue eyes, making m and freeze as I stared back.
"Just admit it! You killed those men! We can get this over with and you won't have to suffer anymore!" Arthur laid his hand on Allen's knee as he spoke, a smart ass smile placed on his lips.
"Fine! I killed those men! But i wasn't the only one who hurt your leaders ego. Margo stole from y'all! She owes you a few hundred! She admitted that when she was younger she got a loan from a man by the name of Sean."
"Sean is like my brother you asshole! I don't have to pay him back! He's a drunk anyway, he doesn't Remember anything other than what he's drinking."
"Alright, am I killing the man or are we bring him back to dutch so he can do the dirty work?" Arthur stands, cracking his knees as he does so.
"Take him back to Dutch." I seethed, spinning on my heel and stomping away from the broken scene.
