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Tweak says, "Do you munch?"

Josephine Chisholm (josie_c) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-06-08 09:01:00

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donnie dooger, josie chisholm

New Arrivals And Old Acquaintances
Who: Josephine Chisholm(and Benjamin) and Donnie Dooger
When: June 6, 1867 - Afternoon
Where: The telegraph office and then to the restaurant
Status: Complete

"You sit here and be a good boy while mama goes inside to have a telegraph sent to papa to let him know we arrived safely and are missing him terribly." Josie said as she sat her three year old son on the bench outside of the telegraph office after setting down their travel bags at its base. With a light, loving kiss placed to his temple Josie left her soon for a couple short minutes to slip inside the building to see about having word sent to Henry back in San Bernardino.

Mother and son had arrived in New Shelby by way of the afternoon stage, Benjamin having enjoyed the bumpy ride by constantly kneeling on his mother's lap to look out in childlike wonderment at all they passed, chatting all the while to his mother on what he say, with a couple questions about this and that tossed in here and there. It was a nice distraction for Josie from the quite uncomfortably ride they were taking.

When she emerged from the building Josie collected up their bags. "Are you hungry, Benjamin?" She inquired of her son as the boy slid from the bench to his feet. His response came in the way of a wide smile and a couple quick nods of his head. A room could be gotten a bit later after Josie had gotten herself and her son fed.

Benjamin grabbed a fist full of material of his mother's skirt as Josie gave a quick scan of the other side of the street, finding the restaurant which was only a short walk away. Waiting for a couple riders to pass by, Josie stepped down onto the dirt street with her son jumping down from the boards of the walk into the dirt covered street. The boy needing no real incentive to follow beside his mother, keeping a firm hold on her skirt as her hands were both busy with carrying their bags, toward the restaurant other then knowing he'd be able to fill his belly with food once they reached their destination.

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donniedooger
2008-06-09 02:32 am UTC (link)

Donnie stepped out of the General Store, the sack slung over his back bulging slightly with the weight of the select items he had stolen. It was a good thing that the owner had left his wife in charge, for it worked in the favor of anyone who lacked money (or preferred not to spend it) and needed supplies. Mrs. Lewis was just too damn trustworthy and easily distracted these days.

A smirk on his face, the outlaw tucked his wide-brimmed hat lower over his eyes and sauntered down the street, nodding to the few people that glanced in his direction, but otherwise trying to keep his head low so as not to be recognized. Posters had started to appear in places around town, though the artist had obviously only guessed at certain details. Only those who were good at noticing details would be able to recognize Donnie for who he really was. Of course, it was only a matter of time before the townspeople figured out who he was.

He waited for a few men on horseback to pass by before heading across the street, his destination being the rear entrance of the brothel, where his horse Zeke was tied. The hired guards there would keep an eye on his ride, Phoebe would make sure of that.

There was a young blonde woman some yards away from him who was waiting for the same two riders to pass by. It wasn't until the horse's hindquarters were out of the way that Donnie halted his pace. His mouth dropped open a little, causing a slight overflow of tobacco and saliva to dribble down his chin. Realizing this, Donnie roughly wiped his chin clean and spat out the excess tobacco, his attention returning to the blonde almost immediately.

It had been three, maybe four years since he'd last seen Josie. Hadn't really thought of her since then, his main concern having been getting his gang back on the road. Now that she was here, though, he found himself wanting to be with her again. She was still beautiful...

Then his gaze slid to the boy gripping her hand, and Donnie felt his mouth curve into a silent snarl. So she had a kid now, did she? Must've gotten married. He didn't seen any man in the immediate vicinity that gave any indication that he knew her. Maybe he was still in a shop somewhere. Or maybe he was dead. Donnie's mood lightened a little at that possibility.

He started walking again, away from the brothel and instead following after the woman who had once saved his life.

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josie_c
2008-06-09 03:14 am UTC (link)

Josephine wasn't aware that she was now being trailed in her path from the telegraph office toward the restaurant. She really had no reason to believe that she would be in a town she had just arrived in.

"Can I have some cake, Mama?" The little boy inquiring as the two came to the entrance.

"After you've had a proper meal." She said with a gentle smile as she glanced down at him. It wasn't like she was denying her son something he wanted, that was something she had a hard time doing, but sweets treats were never allowed before a meal. Their consumption came after a proper meal was had.

"Ok!" He said a bit loudly before making a dash into the eating establishment through the open door. In the young child's mind the sooner he got through the main part of the meal the sooner he'd be given the slice of cake he asked for.

"Benjamin Donald Chisholm, you come back here right now." She said with a stern raising of her voice, and a halting of her steps. Benjamin skeetered to a halt at the sound of his mother's voice. With a slow turn on his feet he walked with a lowered head back to where his mother was standing.

"You know better then to go tearing around a place like that with people inside." She was raising him better then that, she and Henry both were. This was a field he could go racing across, it was a public place where people gathered. And his running inside could have led to an unfortunate accident.

"Sorry Mama." He said shuffling his feet with his eyes cast still to the floor.

"Don't be so forgetful next time." Her voice and features softning at her son. "Why don't you go chose a table for us." A smile seemed to light the boy's face when he raised his eyes to his mother. Benjamin turned and walked in proper fashion to a table he spotted near the back close to the kitchen.

Getting a better grip on their bags Josie followed slowly the path set by her son.