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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 17:00:54 GMT -5
"Oh...it's..."
Well, now he felt silly for even bringing that up.
"I wouldn't mind if you kept it. I mean...what am I going to do with a picture of myself?" He laughed, the laughter a little bit forced.
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 29, 2009 17:06:59 GMT -5
Jesse nodded with a nervous chuckle and started brushing the sauce on to the meat, as he finished he light the stove.
"Now lets let those marinate a bit."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 17:10:22 GMT -5
"You're really handy, you know that? I'm wondering if there's something you don't do."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 29, 2009 17:14:30 GMT -5
"I don't dance" he laughed.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 17:18:10 GMT -5
He laughed.
"Well, don't feel bad, because I don't, either."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 29, 2009 17:19:36 GMT -5
"That makes four left feet" he leaned against a nearby wall and crossed his arms around his chest.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 17:25:07 GMT -5
"A disaster waiting to happen. Good thing dance floors are safe from us."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 29, 2009 17:27:09 GMT -5
"Thank the lord" Laughing lightly he looked around the apartment "Nice place you got here."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 17:28:56 GMT -5
He smiled lightly.
"THanks. It's not much, but it's home."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 29, 2009 17:32:00 GMT -5
"Well sometimes you gotta make due with what you have, back home, there were times where I didn't even have a roof over my head..." he stopped, trying to remember his past was painful in two ways. One it hurt to try and remember, two it hurt when he finally remembered.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 29, 2009 22:56:43 GMT -5
"Believe it or not...I know what you mean. Often my mother and I only had the sky above us."
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 30, 2009 0:05:17 GMT -5
Jesse smiled and looked down at the ground "I wanna tell you sumfin" he said in a low voice "sumfin I ain't never told nobody, cause of the fact that they might think I'm crazy. So iffin you don't wanta find me crazy, tell me you don't wanna hear it, tell me that will you. Don't just let me talk, you hear" he was looking at Christian in the eye now, he didn't want it to get this serious, this quickly, but he had to.
He had to tell Christian about his past.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 3, 2009 0:03:30 GMT -5
Jesse was so serious, and so insistent, that Christian's mood immediately shifted--cautious, but curious.
"I'm pretty sure I won't think you're crazy."
Considering all of the insane things he'd had happen in his past, Christian was probably better prepared to hear whatever bizarre thing the cowboy had to say than other people would be.
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Post by Jesse James on Sept 3, 2009 16:53:38 GMT -5
"In a 1882, I'll be dead shot to death by a man named Robert Ford" he began "I was born September 5th, 1847 in Missouri. My entire life was dedicated to one thing: crime. I robbed trains, banks, etc. Me and my brother Frank pulled off more jobs than I can even remember. I killed almost 20 people in my lifetime and had no regrets, notta one. I fought in the civil war, on the side of the confederates. I did a lotta bad things, hurt a lotta people, and the only thing I felt was paranoid."
Jesse looked down at the ground "Then that god damned coward Bob, shoots me in the back while I'm cleanin a pitchur, we was about to go and do a job, little did I know he was fixin ta collect on my bounty. But I don't hate em for it, I woulda done the same to him if he was famous like I was. 5,000 bucks is a lotta money." He looked up at Christian, his eyes glossy from the thoughts.
"Now after that I ain't really sure what happened, in my mind I died, and musta had to. Cause when I came to, I was 20 years in the past and I look like my older self. In my head, I saw myself go toward the light, like they say and walk through this wooden door. It wasn't no pearly gates or nothing, heaven woulda shot me again if I tried showin up there. It's what they called asphodel, kinda of a purgatory with a bars. S'a place you can redeem yourself and it took me a long time before I kinda believed it. Then I set on a mission, to find and apologize to every person I ever hurt, killed or what have you. An' I guess thats why I'm here."
His wiped his palms on his pants "Guess the uppers thought I deserved a second chance. Can't say for sure why, but they did. I had'ta tell you, cause I'm startin to forget, the memories of my past is slippin from my mind, cause I'm makin new ones, I guess there just ain't enough room up there. An' yer the only person I trust."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 3, 2009 17:46:28 GMT -5
Christian listened quietly, leaning against the counter as his companion relayed the story. It wasn't as convoluted or strange as he would have guessed, and though it did indeed have the weird twist in it, he really couldn't be the first to criticize such a thing.
His gaze was steady as he spoke.
"I believe you." He said sincerely.
"I've seen...plenty...that your story isn't as strange as it could have sounded."
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