John casually walked down the narrow street while looking around constantly for police officers but not looking around so much to make him look suspicious. He was looking for anything, street market to sneak food off, people to pickpocket anything he could use to survive since he left the orphanage. John was about 5"7 tall for his age (which was 13) although he could not fight he was good at running and hiding which was helpful when someone called the law on him for stealing. John was wearing a mud stained shirt, ripped and stitched pants with a roughed but comfy pair of roper boots. He began scouting a bakers market, it was perfect plenty of loaves and people purchasing keeping the baker distracted. he could easily sneak up and grab a roll for himself and he was going to when a rough but charismatic voice said to him "I wouldn't if I was you" then the tall man who spoke to him gestered up to a police officer, he wasn't looking in John and the mans direction however he would have definitely spotted John. "Thanks I guess" John replied to the man who was just lighting a cigar. "Don't mention it son, say when's the last time you had a proper meal?. me and my friends are camped just outside of town and as you can see from the posters, we ain't too popular with the law either" The man proposed to him. "All I ask is that you trust me and respect everyone equally within my community, do that and I'll teach you everything you need to know about surviving out here" "alright, what's your name though mister?" "Dutch Van Der Linde my friend, and you are?" "John Marston" "Pleasure to meet you John"
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John Marston, early years
Fanfiction*not canon at all* *all rights to rockstar for the characters and setting used* John Marston is a street smart kid, living off what he can steal and constantly dodging the law.
