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(Red Dead Redemption 2) Tulip is a gunslinger who's a 33 years old woman with few words, her name means nothing less and is nothing more. Willow is a young orphaned girl who's 17 and a victim of the cruel world of the wild west and is...
"Shit!" Tulip cursed as the wind blew against her and the horse brayed indignantly, tossing its head to fight for control. Tulip pulled on the reins to stop the incoming barn doors she was about to collide into, "C'mon gal... C'mon!" She fought against the reins, grinding her teeth. "You sonuvugh!- "
"Over here!" Refraining to say her name in hopes of not drawing any trouble, Arthur hollered as the stolen horse he was riding on was heading her way. She lifted her leg, "Yer still slow at this!" With a scowl she jumped on as her horse turned into a sharp u-turn before it could slam itself into the barn.
She hated having to jump onto another person's horse, it was extremely uncomfortable.
They both dashed through the building, he called. "I didn't mean nothing 'bout it, honest!!"
Tulip just rolled her eyes.
It wasn't long until both thumping beasts reached an open land, the further they went, the more the slope was inclined. "No!" After realizing, Tulip yanked on the Standardbred's mane, forcing it to make a skidding stop as the man they were chasing had slipped and dropped out of sight!
As both of our bandits hopped out of the saddle, they spotted the poor man's fingers grasping the edge for his dear life as his horse kicked its front hooves into the sky, screeching in fear from the height.
"Ah! Help! Please!" The man from Blackwater pleaded for life (literally).
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Tulip watched in silence. "Why you telling lies 'bout me?" Arthur approached, the bottom of his boots grazing the trembling fingers.
"I- I- got it wrong partner! Very wrong! N- Now please help me up!!" He yelled.
"We've never been in Blackwater..."
"Then why are you chasing me?"
Arthur brought out his arms, looking around, "I've got an unfortunate face." Tulip was walking closer, as the man slowly slips.
"Yes, yes... Now please! Pull me up, please!" He began to writhe and wiggle trying to get leverage. But to no avail, his hourglass is running out of sand, bringing him ever closer to the jagged rocks eagerly awaiting his death.
Tulip bent down grabbing one of his hands and her partner sighed, thinking how too lenient she was sometimes. "Fine..." They dragged the sweaty man and he breathed, laying flat on the stone. "You alright?"
"No, no I... I am not." He struggled to stand up, his legs terribly shaky.
"Well, least you ain't dead." Arthur bluntly stated.
"There's that..." He offered a hand to shake, "Jimmy Brooks."
Neither Tulip nor Arthur took it. "I think it's best for all of us to pretend this never happened."
She hummed, Jimmy shook his head. "Oh, I agree...You, both you saved my life." Despite the situation and who was at fault for making the poor man almost died, he was smiling gratefully. "You're a good man and uh, uh good woman too. You..." He rummaged with what little he has, "You want a pen? It's one of them steel ones."
"Oh, that's very kind of you, Jimmy Brooks." Arthur took it, fiddling with it until he gave it to Tulip. "But I'm not a good man." He crept closer, lowering the tone of his voice. "You see, we were at Blackwater. We kill people. And maybe we shoulda killed you." He warned. "Should I have killed you, Jimmy Brooks?"
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"Me?" He trembled even more leaning a bit back, "I- I, no, I never saw any of you. N- not never... I think we all have an understanding?"
After a bit more intimidating staredown from Arthur, they were wrapping up their short and most likely their last conversation. "Jimmy Brooks. I'll remember that. I've got a good memory." Arthur was sneaking in another little threat.
"N- not one lick! Nothing in this old mind!" He quickly walked backwards, fumbling with his horse and rode away.
"You have a nice day now, sir." Arthur said and Tulip tipped her hat. As Brooks left, he said to her, "Now let's return this 'fore I forget."
She smiled.
"American Standardbred... it's pretty nice ain't it? Almost makes ya want to keep it."
Then she chucked, jabbing his side from the back as they rode back to Valentine.
"I'm jus' jokin', damnit."
Back to the livestock town that smells like shit, "Here's yer horse back, friend."
"Oh, you really were jus' borrowin' it!"
"Much appreciated."
"Mhm."
"Alright, I'm sure the others were at the bar here, do ya want to join?" Arthur offered, but before Tulip would make any signs, he added. "Judgin' by yer face, I know what yer thinkin'... a bar, after this trouble, and all this runnin'... Not the best idea, is it?"
A/N: Been a long while, but because of my friend's like DarkMax204 who's always somehow getting me to come back and we both just have fun with rdr shiet 24/7, I'm always in a good mood! Also school and senior things are bombarding me atm, there's that.
Thank you all. This really means a lot to me!
As for MORE IMPORTANT THINGS...
I GOT THE LEATHER FOR ARTHUR'S HAT.
AND I'M AT CH4 IN ARTHUR'S JOURNAL. SAINT DENIS.
QUESTION: Cut it short because do you want Willow and/or Sadie to be in this next mission? This is the bar fight one with Javier as the mission giver (I guess).
