((A short writing exercise that doubles as me testing writing about an Amos / Bell family focused story))
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April 29, 1880
Kittie suggested I put my education to use and write. I don’t see the point in it. It’s not like I’ll write a novel to get me out of here. Regardless, she said it would do me well.
The life of a whore isn’t an especially interesting one. Most days leave me with the sight of a ceiling on the back of my eyelids. There was one thing of note today, two blond twins came into the saloon late in the afternoon. They looked nearly identical, the only difference I could tell from a glance were the different clothes they were wearing.
I was entertaining a customer when they came in. The more experienced girls may call it “bad for business” to ignore a customer, but the curiosity I felt was heavier than any money I could have earned. I made sure to stand where I could see the two boys.
They seemed young. One was maybe older then the other but I couldn’t tell from staring at the backs of their heads. They leaned over the bar and were drinking their worries away like any other man. From behind, they looked like any other men. I lost interest in them after staring. I had men to serve, not stare at.
It was when I was making the rounds of the tables that I bumped into one of them, the one I assumed was older but only slightly. In surprise, I turned around and apologized profusely. I was expecting a stinging red mark across my cheek but the boy did no such thing. He would look as surprised as me if it wasn’t for the squaring of his shoulders and the narrowing of his eyes.
His brother made more of a stink. The straining of the pink scar across his chin as he frowned stuck in my head.
The older brother also had scars on his face, not as infant, though. A straight, thin cut ran across his high cheekbone and another, more jagged but shallow, peaked behind his hair near his middle part.
Chin-scar hissed something in my direction and slammed his drink on the table. I didn’t catch what he said because I was already walking out the back of the saloon for air. I couldn’t breathe after that.
I swear I could have died tonight if I wasn’t so eager to leave for a smoke, those guys looked like they’d kill a man for less than what I did. I’m going to pretend they let me walk because of luck and not because I’m a woman.
Sometimes I think about how Amos writes “as you know” four times and one “Non of this should come to you as news” to Micah in his letter.
Wonder how many times Amos and Micah talked or write letters to each other. I assume there was a period of no contact since Amos writes as if he is surprised to hear from Micah.
It makes me wonder if Amos is aware how clever Micah can be, calling him out that he is aware of the situation so he can’t play dumb about visiting and being like “whaaa? You have a family and daughters?? You never told me.”
I crave to know more about their life prior to RDR2, how often they were in contact, what they wrote about, how Amo’s letter implies he’s threatened Micah multiple times and is willing to go through with killing him even if he still loves him.
love the fact that dutch "revenge is a fool's game" van der linde sides with micah who literally has "vengeance is hereby mine" hand-carved into the barrel of his gun. like be fucking fr
As someone with a brother, he does this to me all the time. There is a silent rule of thumb to not close your door unless you have a reason (ex: changing, sleeping, need a break, etc) so an open door is an open invitation to visit.
something modern au i must see is when arthurs chilling in his room then john walks in too see what hes doing.
then a second later dutch does too.
then hosea does too. then tilly.
then its just a family gathering in his bedroom and he cant get them out.
the Columbia University arrests are worse than they seem. They're arresting protesting students for trespassing. It goes without saying students cannot meaningfully "trespass" in the common areas of a university they attend. So Columbia University has suspended all student protestors from their institution, in the process revoking their access to housing, their belonging, and most crucially damaging their academic futures. We are witnessing full scale silencing and removal of anyone of conscience from the next generation of academia.