08-20-2019, 12:05 AM
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem knew pain. He knew it like the lines of his worn hands, like the muscles of the legs that'd carried him more steps than he probably deserved to take. He'd been shot, and he'd shot others; neither pleasant, both necessary experiences. But that had been ages ago, well, sort-of. The situation with Stephen had been a shootout, and that'd been... Satisfying, in a way he couldn't quantify.
Still, some part of him knew he should be sad. So here he was, at the bar, getting drunk off his ass to celebrate a man he'd ruthlessly tracked down and killed. He still remembered the warmth in Stephen's eyes, so many months ago when for better or worse Salem had people who loved him.
Perhaps not as much as Gavril loved Catalyst, but their love was sickly sweet. Like a pear left out in the sun too long; it was a blinding light that's heat was burning to someone like him. He didn't pretend to understand it, or even condone their lovey-dovey PDA shit. But he'd let them have their fun, it mattered little to him.
The sound of a gunshot brought him springing up, hand pulling out his revolver and aiming the barrel in the general direction before his mind caught up with him. Addy had tackled whoever had shot, so Salem didn't have a clear view; and he didn't want to shoot Addy. They'd had their differences but trying to kill him wasn't a good way to resolve it.
Also, as he nearly stumbled to the floor because of the sudden motion, he may be close to blackout drunk and he shouldn't be attempting to shoot much of anything. He holstered his gun and moved to Catalyst's side, where they were kneeling beside Gavril. It made no sense- who'd want to kill Gav, of all people?
"It's his- his shoulder, he'll be fine." Salem managed to slur out, ripping the bandanna off his neck and shoving it in Cat's general direction. "Wrap it, that fucking medic- medic person has gotta be around here somewhere." Salem was having trouble seeing from all the quick movements, his vision dancing with black spots.
Looking up, he could vaguely tell that Addy had handcuffed the man. "Someone get his gun, it probably- ugh, it probably dropped in the scuffle." Salem commanded, standing up on wobbly legs to look around the Badlanders gathered, the mass of the crowd still stuck in fight-or-flight.
Well, might as well use it to his advantage. "Get to it, the first person to run off without helping gets to be target practice as soon as I'm sober." Salem snapped, voice filled with icy anger.
Still, some part of him knew he should be sad. So here he was, at the bar, getting drunk off his ass to celebrate a man he'd ruthlessly tracked down and killed. He still remembered the warmth in Stephen's eyes, so many months ago when for better or worse Salem had people who loved him.
Perhaps not as much as Gavril loved Catalyst, but their love was sickly sweet. Like a pear left out in the sun too long; it was a blinding light that's heat was burning to someone like him. He didn't pretend to understand it, or even condone their lovey-dovey PDA shit. But he'd let them have their fun, it mattered little to him.
The sound of a gunshot brought him springing up, hand pulling out his revolver and aiming the barrel in the general direction before his mind caught up with him. Addy had tackled whoever had shot, so Salem didn't have a clear view; and he didn't want to shoot Addy. They'd had their differences but trying to kill him wasn't a good way to resolve it.
Also, as he nearly stumbled to the floor because of the sudden motion, he may be close to blackout drunk and he shouldn't be attempting to shoot much of anything. He holstered his gun and moved to Catalyst's side, where they were kneeling beside Gavril. It made no sense- who'd want to kill Gav, of all people?
"It's his- his shoulder, he'll be fine." Salem managed to slur out, ripping the bandanna off his neck and shoving it in Cat's general direction. "Wrap it, that fucking medic- medic person has gotta be around here somewhere." Salem was having trouble seeing from all the quick movements, his vision dancing with black spots.
Looking up, he could vaguely tell that Addy had handcuffed the man. "Someone get his gun, it probably- ugh, it probably dropped in the scuffle." Salem commanded, standing up on wobbly legs to look around the Badlanders gathered, the mass of the crowd still stuck in fight-or-flight.
Well, might as well use it to his advantage. "Get to it, the first person to run off without helping gets to be target practice as soon as I'm sober." Salem snapped, voice filled with icy anger.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED
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