hold my hand it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Who: Bishop Coldiron and Maggie Davis Where: Maggie’s trailer, the Dog Park. What: After news hits of Adelaide’s arrest and Maggie sends a text checking in to see if they know more, Bishop decides to check in on her. When: Morning, September 9th, 2018
If you sleep or if you get none, the cocks gonna call in the morning, baby. Check the cupboard for your daddy’s gun.
There was a buzz around camp that morning, the news of Adelaide’s arrest sparking conversations in every corner of the place. Some residents reacted in horror, knowing the woman who now sat in a cell in the DoJ, while others were simply seeking the bloodshed that Rodeo had already sworn they wouldn’t strike back with. Bishop’s mind had been whirring since the moment he had entered the Council chambers the night before, sleep having been an elusive creature after the news had struck, after Adelaide’s phone call had come in and the horror and reality of the situation had sunk in. He was a man prone to logic, prone to look at the angles and leaving emotions as a secondary thing. Still, that didn’t mean he was immune to emotions and that he wasn’t feeling the same things that others felt.
He wanted to charge those damn gates as much as the next guy. But unlike some of the hotheads around camp, Bishop knew that wouldn’t do Adelaide a damn bit of good.
In the short time that Bishop had known Adelaide, somehow Rodeo’s kid sister had managed to join the list of people he was fond of. That same list also being the people he never wanted to see in the hands of the idiots at the Department of Justice. Even so, Bishop had to keep his own emotions contained. The Hellhounds Chaplain would be expected to be a calming force, the voice of logic in this emotionally charged time.
After a restless night, Bishop needed to do something, to be out and moving while his mind still worked over the direction they would no doubt be going in. Adelaide would be rescued, there was no question there -- it was the how that left his mind spinning like a top. Needing a distraction, Bishop had decided to head out into the park to gauge the general response to the news -- a bit of a futile act when he knew what kind of reaction he would be met with. Futile or not, Bishop still found himself deep into a conversation with a couple of the newer patches, men who had no emotional attachment to Adelaide, yet were still chomping at the bit to take action against the Capitol when his phone buzzed. These men were out for blood, violence on their mind and Bishop felt like he had been talking circles with them, each time coming back around to the fact that Vic would not hesitate to stop their asses from leaving the park if they even so much as thought about giving the Capitol the bloodshed they wanted. So, the chance to break the cycle, to glance down at his phone and see it was a text from Maggie, was a welcome break.
The fact that their seamstress was texting him said one thing, she was concerned. Now, with any other resident of the Dog Park a text back asking how they were would suffice, and he did send that text, but he knew Maggie, knew that a text wasn’t going to be enough to set her at ease. Which was why the Chaplain decided to finish his rounds of the Dog Park, winding his way towards her trailer.
Less than twenty minutes had passed by the time Bishop found himself standing on Maggie’s doorstep, knocking gently on her door as he called out. “Hey Mags, mind if come in?”