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 Sternrock's Finest, Western AU!
✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 04:54 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


The dusty old wagon creaked and groaned as it bumped along the trail, its rusty bits squeaking. Through the canvas covering the back of the wagon, harsh sunlight filtered through what Cirrus guessed were bullet holes. The shafts illuminated the motes of dust that passed through, and she watched them. There was nothing else to do, apart from drawing more circles on the floorboards with her finger. Her drawing supplies were locked away in her luggage, or at least she hoped they were, so she couldn't have even drawn something to pass the time. Not that there was much to see aside from dusty dirt and the occasional cactus.

The smell of tobacco smoke drifted back to her - the wagon driver had been puffing the whole way and the smell made her sick. She'd asked him to stop, but he didn't listen. In fact, he wouldn't talk to her at all. Nobody had. Everything had happened too fast, and she was having a hard time grasping it all. She'd come home to packed bags and a waiting car, and she'd been changing hands ever since. Nobody told her where she was going, or what was going to happen when she got there. She was being sent away, and she didn't even know why.

She could try to run, but where would she go? It was hot here, hotter than she'd ever felt, and in her heavy dress, she wouldn't last long. She took a drink of the warm water she'd been given - in a bucket and served with a ladle, no less - and grimaced at the metallic taste. The water back home didn't taste like that, and she wondered how clean this stuff was. She pouted at the horizon, hugging her knees as she watched the lone cloud she could see out the back of the canopy.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence from the driver, he finally said something. But not to her, no. She felt their wagon tug off to the side and slow, lurching once as it stopped. The silence that accompanied the stationary wagon was almost jarring, after hearing the wheels squeak and grind against the dirt for so long, with every bump sending groans through the timbers. The driver dismounted the wagon, and Cirrus heard his steps going further and further away, until she couldn't hear them. She thought he'd left her there until she heard him speak, and another voice answered.

Oh. She was just being passed off again. She frowned at the floor, hugging her knees a little tighter as she waited to be ushered out of the wagon and into some other vehicle.

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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Feb 25 2018, 03:07 AM
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38 • Human • Promises • N/A


CIRRUS
Here you go, have some sherriff uncle

Been a while since he even heard a peep from back home. Weren't a soul as wrote him, kept in touch. Not since he left at the ripe age a sixteen - when's he'd thought he was a man enough to get out on his own. The Delano name just didn't suit him none. He weren't the "good brother" like Axel was, perfect in grades all across the board, never touched a drop till he was legal, always hangin with the good kids. He was gonna be a doctor when he grew up. Edward? He wanted to go culinary. Maybe architecture. Met some cool types in high school that were going that route and to him it sounded like the bomb. But his folks wouldn't have it. Just got worse as he got older. He started to notice shit - like how they ain't actually care so much about him - not as a person, so much as what he brought home, what he could do. Same with Axel, they all just cared that he was doin good in school, well on his way to bein a world class doctor or whatever shit dream they had.

Even when Axel was bein a little shit, he got let go cause he was the one doing good in school, the successful one. He could get away with murder. Ed? If he so much as looked at a pack of cigarettes he got dirty looks and lectures - don't you go getting bad ideas in that brain of yours, mister. "Mister" - it weren't even Edward sometimes.

So one day he just split. Sick and tired of all the faking - pretendin' like they cared about his wellbein when all they wanted was grades - some other shit to brag about to their high society friends. Packed a school bag with a bit of food, some water, a few of his belongings n out he went. Took the bus as far out as he could, learned to make it travelling, surviving off whatever shit life dealt him till he came across Sternrock. Weren't a nice town, but they had some shoes to fill. Kept his head down at first, but he learned the culture. Learned what he could do for 'em and in a few years, he was the bloody sherriff. Eddie Wild, that was what they called him here. Weren't no need to go by that shit name Delano when all they brought was regret and all they stood for was empty status. Irony was, he'd got himself a good position now - something they'd brag about if they was here. Not a peep.

Not till about a week ago. Weren't from his ma or his pa, came directly from Axel. Or maybe his wife, it sure didn't look like his writing but that ain't mean shit. Could just be he'd forgot. He'd been a single thought away from replyin to turn down the request - sayin' of all things that he was gonna have to look after his brother's daughter - his niece - Cirrus. He ain't even know his brother had a kid. Never got invited to the wedding, so he stopped carin' about what happened back there. But now he was gettin saddled with some kid he ain't even know. He coulda just refused - coulda passed her off n' told his brother nah. Ain't like he had any reason to accept. But on the same token, it hit him; his family ain't bothered contact with him for the last however many years. This? This was their last resort. If he turned her down, she ain't got anywhere to go. By the time he received the letter, she was probably already on the way. He said no, and she just got passed off to the streets in Sternrock.

Hell, if just to spite their damn asses, he'd do it. He wasn't gonna be another one of them - no sympathy, no compassion, just there for their own benefit.

He was taking a wagon out to meet them by the crooked pass today. Just another day of the week for him, but to a city girl from the Delano family? She was gonna be sore and grouchy. He ain't know a thing about her, maybe she liked road trips, but he had his doubts, raised by Axel she weren't gonna like anythin' about this. He left Billy in charge while he was out, kid had an eight foot pole up his ass but he was a good deputy. Weren't long till Ed saw the wagon he was supposed to meet up with - weren't no others around, and he could already tell they were here for him - soon as they saw his approach they changed course to intercept. Didn't recognize the driver, but they pulled up and dismounted a short distance away. Ed hopped down himself, walked up to the clean-cut fella.

"Andy Russeau. Miss Cirrus Delano is ready to be received. If you will."

Andy. Boring ass name for some boring straight laced white-collar type, Ed didn't much care, just did as he was asked. He stepped round the back, Andy opening the door. He was sweating in that suit of his; Ed had to try not to chuckle, least until he saw the girl who was waiting for him.

Boy howdy she weren't gonna have a good time if she thought she could dress like that in Sternrock.

Ed took a deep breath, letting it out slow.

"So you're Cirrus then."

Weren't much of a greeting. It was the best she got.

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✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Feb 25 2018, 03:39 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


The conversation was short, as all the previous ones had been, and both men started toward the wagon. Each individual step they took was loud in Cirrus' ears, and she buried her face in her knees, until the footsteps stopped. The clatter of a latch being undone, and the squeaky hinges of the wagon's back door being opened. There was a long pause, filled with the feeling of eyes on her, broken by a rough and strangely-accented voice.

"So you're Cirrus then."

Frightened brown eyes peeked over her knees. The man that had spoken looked as rough as he sounded. He was dirty and messy-looking, not like any of the other handlers she'd been sent with. Where was she going that her father had hired the likes of this man? The brunette nodded softly in response, the motion barely perceptible from behind her knees.

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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 10:45 PM
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38 • Human • Promises • N/A


CIRRUS
He tries to be nice

Was he takin’ in a girl or a doll? Seein’ her in the back there it was hard to tell the difference. She ain’t look too good - white as a sheet, eyes big and scared, dressed like a figurine. Course he weren’t that surprised; knowin his folks Axel had her dressed up nice before she left. Ain’t know a damn thing about the West. If they were gonna leave their kid with him the least they could do was prepare her but nah, here she was, sat huddled in the back in the dress of royal ladies and city folks.

That dress there was gonna go. He’d see about gettin’ her something more practical to wear. Danny could tailor something for her given time, but he supposed he could pick up some quick fix in the meantime from Charlie’s shop. Sure it was hand me downs but that made it cheaper, and he trusted her work; she took falling-apart rags and gave ‘em a couple years of life back. She’d have some cheap fix for the girl for now. Cirrus….

What a damn name. Ain’t it just like them. Cirrus. Wasn’t gonna fit so good out here, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. But she was lucky he was takin’ her in at all. Didn’t have to.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slow as he brought a hand up and bunched it in his hair, tugging it a little to brush it outta his face. He was gonna have to play nice if he wanted her to listen to him...and besides, she was still just a kid, he was a grumpy old fart but he weren’t an ass of one. He tried something like a smile and reached out. ”Guess ya folks never really talked much about me. I’m the brother. Your daddy’s brother. Edward Delano. Or Wild Eddie, you ‘n call me one or the other, don’t really care which. Yer gonna be stayin’ with me for a while. The cart’s waiting. You got all ya stuff, kid? We got a bit of travel yet till we hit Sternrock.”

He spoke a bit gentler that time. Maybe she’d come round.

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✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Feb 28 2018, 07:51 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


dare me to fly high
and i'll go even higher
”Really?” Cirrus’ hands tightly clutched the cloth bundled over her knees, her eyes finding the floor again, ”they never talked about you…” she said softly. She had no idea she had an uncle on her dad’s side of the family. Did that mean she had cousins, too? She wanted to ask, but fear stopped her. Uncle or not, he was still an unknown man to her… and he was her father’s brother. If they were anything alike… Cirrus shuddered, unable to imagine how cruel her life out here was going to be.


She didn’t delay getting moving when prompted – she’d learned the hard way not to keep her father’s employees waiting. When the girl moved, she stumbled as blood and feeling returned to her legs. She’d been seated at an angle, hiding the right side of her face, and when she turned, she revealed a purple bruise on her right cheek, about the size of a man’s fist. It was a little swollen, but days old at least. When she’d first been passed off, she’d tried to make it difficult for them, and all it had earned her was a fist in the face and a fast trip down to the ground. She watched the floor as she grabbed one of her two trunks – the lighter of the two – and started yanking it down to the waiting men.


She stepped down off the cart, into the hot, dry sun. Its effects were immediate, and Cirrus raised a hand to shield her uncovered eyes and face. She already felt sweaty, just from riding in the cart, and couldn’t imagine staying out in this sun for more than a few minutes. With some difficulty, she got the trunk down off the wagon and set it down into the dust, looking from her second trunk, to Edward, then to the ground. She toed the dirt a moment before speaking in a small voice. ”That one’s too heavy for me… I need help, please.” She mumbled the words at the dirt. They were words she had been forced to repeat over and over as she was passed off, and she’d been mocked and laughed at for it through this entire ordeal. The driver stood silently through it all, his hands decidedly clasped behind his back. He sure had no intention of helping, so it was left to Edward.


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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Mar 1 2018, 07:54 PM
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38 • Human • Promises • N/A


CIRRUS
Welp, turns out he likes nicknames.

So, they ain’t even mention him once. Soon as ya stepped outta the perfect picture of a Delano family man you got cut outta existence. Probably didn’t even keep any pictures either - none from when they were both little boys, big brother with his arm around the little, posing with cheesy smiles for the camera. Probably all got locked up in a crate somewhere dusty n dark. They sure ain’t give a damn about him now, so what did that mean ‘bout their girl? Were they just leavin’ her too? Some shit family they were.

He picked at his teeth with the nail of his pinky. ”Yea I ain’t think so. See I’m the problem child, the one they ain’t proud of. Ran away when I was somewhere round your age. Couldn’t stand ‘em.” He gave a lopsided grin. Eddie watched as the girl stood herself up, hopping around like she ain’t know how to use them legs at all. Then again she’d probably been parked on her ass a few hours and ain’t had a chance to use ‘em. What got his attention, though, was the purple on her face, the swollen hand-sized bruise. He narrowed his eyes at it for a moment, but didn’t say anything. They fuckin better not ave been hitting her else he was gonna have to take a ride back home to show his good for nothin’ brother how he felt ‘bout beatin’ on kids. Oh that shit din’t fly any bit at all.

Didn’t say anythin’ though, even to the other guy - though he sure gave the weasel a stink eye as the girl grabbed her luggage. Ol’ Bartholomew Wilhelmstein Jefferson Fitzberger Jones the third didn’t even blink. Seemed Dolly was havin’ some trouble though, had a real confused look on her face like she ain’t know where she was or what she was doin’. The first was true, but other ‘n that, he’d just told her to grab her stuff. What was so hard? Weren’t till she spoke - soft like a damn breeze - n’ asked for his help that he realized. So, she really was a stick figure then. Didn’t look like Kevlar Hamberg Teedy Orpheus Charleston was gonna give a hand, so it was all up to Wild Eddie.

He took a step toward the girl, citing his lip, chewing at some of the chapped skin. ”Speak up when ya’ talkin’ to me, duchess.” he quipped, patting her shoulder as he walked past, hauling her other bag of luggage back down with him. He didn’t look at her though, his attention was on the pretentious Gerard Nutsby who was still stood there like a statue. ”You ‘n get going. Let my dear beloved brother know that I’m swell, thanks for asking, and if he ever gets what’s shoved up his anus dislodged, he’s welcome to come visit.” He gave a wily smirk as he turned back toward Cirrus, attention on nothing else. ”Well then, duchess. Got a bit of a trip ahead. Can ya carry that there bag of yours or ya need me to get it too?”


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✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Mar 4 2018, 03:18 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


dare me to fly high
and i'll go even higher
Cirrus flinched away from Eddie’s hand, thinking she was about to be hit again. It had hurt a lot the first time, and she wasn’t eager to repeat the experience. All she got was a rough pat on the shoulder and a light scolding. Light compared to the lectures she would receive back at home if she so much as acted a step out of line, but effective all the same. ”Yes, sir,” escaped her lips before she could stop herself, an entire life’s worth of similar responses to scolding long since reinforced into a habit.


For just a moment, she was alone with the driver as Eddie grabbed her other bag. She didn’t like the way the man looked at her. Like she was a piece of meat, not a person. The moment stretched as long as it could before Eddie returned, bag in hand, hefting it around as if it was no heavier than a basket of laundry. Thankfully, he was sending the driver away, and Cirrus took that as her cue to pick up her bags once more.


She froze when her eyes landed on the gun on his hip. Why was he wearing one of those? She had guessed this land was rough, but to need a gun? It was unheard of back in Axelford. So much as owning a gun could get you kicked out of that city, and for the man she was supposed to be staying with – her uncle – to have one so brazenly displayed was a shock to the girl. She stared at it openly, missing everything else Eddie said to the driver.


She startled as he turned, and resumed bending over to pick up her luggage. ”I can,” she replied, putting a little more volume behind the words, though her gaze remained cast downward. It took some grunting and awkward hobbling, but she managed to follow Ed back to his cart, only needing help hefting her stuff into the cart. She climbed in after, seating herself on the floor in the same position she’d arrived here in. It was significantly less comfortable now with the sun beating down on her, but she didn’t really have much choice, and didn’t dare complain. She hugged her knees a little tighter as the memory of being struck flashed across her vision, and waited for the cart to start moving.


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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Mar 8 2018, 10:22 PM
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38 • Human • Promises • N/A


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Dad status is guaranteed

Yessir? She gave him a….yessir? Damn, he weren’t made for this kinda formal gab, not from a kid. N’ he sure noticed how she flinched when he moved - like she thought he was gonna smack her upside the head. Fact she was flinchin’ like that was bad news; the girl had enough experience with it that she felt the need to defend herself when somebody bigger so much as moved toward her. Damn it to hell, if his big brother was hittin’ her at home for real, then there weren’t no way he was gonna refuse the kid, that’d mean sendin’ her back to that slimy little snake. He ain’t ever disliked Axel that much, just felt he was a product of their parents’ shoddy attitude, but if he was up and hitting girls then he weren’t no better, maybe even worse, ‘an them.

Didn’t take him long to realize the girl was starin’ at his gun. He was in the middle of sendin’ off their shit-sniffin’ Delano puppet, so he didn’t much say anythin’ to her, but if she was this shocked at seein’ just one of these babies...girl was in for a real rude awakenin’ when she hit Sternrock. Everyone had at least one - mums, their sons n’ daughters, even the drunk ass bums in the street. Weren’t a soul that wasn’t armed n’ they learned to shoot at a young age. She was gonna have to learn it too.

Damn, he’d sure picked up a hassle of a girl but….coulda been worse. Coulda been a prissy ass city boy, entitled little nose-wipers that they were. Thank the holy Heavens that Axel had a daughter ‘stead of a son.

Cirrus was a meek girl, but she listened. Spoke up, like he’d asked - but she had her eyes downcast, lookin’ at her feet. Weren’t no way to carry yourself in Sternrock, that’s how ya got picked off by the vultures. The trash of the town could smell somebody weak n’ targeted them mercilessly; Cirrus was gonna be in trouble if she kept up that mild mannered way about her. Gonna have to find a way to toughen that soft skin she had. He gave her a look over as she sat herself down, but didn’t say much; she was real scared, that was for sure. But better to get her movin’ than to waste time dallyin around. She was gonna have to bear the heat for a while, but only till they got to town, so she could get herself some new clothes on.

He din’t say anythin’ as they started off, just got the cart moving again. The ride back in was bumpier than the rest of the trip she had...but it weren’t long till they could see Sternrock in the distance. Dusty, bleak, nothin’ pretty, with a dingy beat-up wooden sign that said “Sternrock” in faded burnt letters. Not even “welcome to Sternrock” just the name on a wooden sign sticking up out the ground. Taking the cart into town it got a lot smoother as they drew near, but no less hot; there weren’t a cloud in the sky, it was a real scorcher like every other damn day. He could feel eyes on ‘em from the windows, knew the townsfolk were doin’ their own business and watchin’ him on his return. Nobody approached though, no need to. Wild Eddie goin’ out in the morning was his own business, ain’t theirs to interfere; sides, his pardner kept a good watch on things in his absence. If anybody had any questions bout where the Sheriff was at, Junior would have the answer.

Eddie dismounted, heading back round to the rear. ”Alright, Duchess, welcome home. Ready to meet the folks?”

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✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 05:17 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


dare me to fly high
and i'll go even higher
The ride was much hotter and bumpier than Cirrus could have imagined, finding herself longing for the dusty canvas canopy and the warm, metallic water. They were luxurious compared to this. Tired, sweating, and aching, every second passed uncomfortably slowly. Eddie hadn’t said a thing since they’d set off, which Cirrus was grateful for, being in no mood for conversation; but any distraction from the relentless heat would have been welcome. Her bottom was already sore from a long trip, and bouncing around against the hard wooden boards didn’t help matters, her aches turning into a familiar numbness that she didn’t even register anymore. Her eyes barely moved from the floor. What point was there in looking around, anyway? Nothing to see but dust and sky, or her disheveled uncle, if he even was her uncle.


She’d been lied to before.


Cirrus barely even noticed that they had reached the town. The comparative smoothness of the road went unnoticed by her numbed rump, and with the sun cast so high in the sky, the buildings provided virtually no shade. Only the presence of voices and their echoes bouncing from the faces of homes and storefronts really told her that they’d arrived, but the realization only made her bury her face further into her knees. She could feel eyes on them, as if everyone in town was watching them roll through.


Then, they stopped, and the cart creaked as Eddie dismounted. It was time for her to get moving, too, but she didn’t want to.


”Alright, Duchess,”


I don’t like that name.


”Welcome home,”


This isn’t home.


”Ready to meet the folks?”


No, she wasn’t. She wasn’t ready for any of this. She hadn’t been ready when she’d been forced into the car outside her home in Axelford, hadn’t been ready when she’d been struck on the way here, and certainly hadn’t been ready to move out into the middle of nowhere with a strange man claiming to be her uncle. The way she felt, what she wanted, and what she thought about this didn’t matter. Of course they didn’t. They never had, and they never would. Fear and frustration mixed, lumping together in her throat with her feelings of helplessness. She didn’t want to even move, but what choice did she have? She could… could… what, exactly? Run away? To bake in the dusty wastes? What other choice did she have but to go along with this man? She hated this… all of it, from how she felt, to how helpless she was, to the damned hell she’d been sent to.


Reluctantly, her legs moved, and her wrists came up to dab tears out of her eyes. She rose, not even bothering to work out the numbness she felt; it was just another unpleasant feeling in a sea of worry and fear. She grabbed the trunk she could lift, hauling it down with her, eyes still fixed on the ground as she waited for instructions.


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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Mar 21 2018, 10:36 PM
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@CIRRUS

Oh he went full dad.

For all that he was glad his niece was a niece, a girl, glad that his ass brother ain’t had a son instead, Eddie was also havin’ a hard time figurin’ how he was spose ta deal with a girl. Weren’t that he felt any weird about interactin’ with females or nothin’, but she been raised a certain way....like a real proper lady. A duchess. Weren’t the kinda thing he could jus’ re-teach; she was gonna hafta adjust, n’ it weren’t gonna be none easy. An’ actually startin’ a chat wit hher was gonna be somethin’....she seemed the real shy type, couuldn’t jus’ chat up with a “hey so what’s shakin’” or anythin’. Ugh. Kids at her age was trouble no matter if she was a girl or not.

And she ain’t even payin’ attention...geez, he was tryin’ to be friendly but she jus had this real sad look about her. This was him tryin’ to be a little bit of jokes n’ funnies n’ nicknames…..but maybe he was goin’ about it wrong. He ain’t got kids a his own, his girl West was a real tease, not so ready to settle in with a man so soon even when they clearly had somethin’ good. How in the hell was he spose ta get her to react. Ugh. She looked more like a scared rabbit or somethin’ an that jus’ wasn’t dion’ him any good. An’ she was cryin’ now too….

No that wasn’t doin’ any good at all. He sighed, as she picked up her trunk, starin’ down at nothin’. He walked slow, stoppin’ when he was right beside her, spoke real soft. ”Set that down a second, honey.” It weren’t his normal gruffer voice, felt weird on his tongue when he was used to that more sandpapery sound but for some scared kid he could be softer. ”I ain’t here ta ruin ya life hear? Listen, I been where you been, livin’ with them city folks, so I know how hard it is when ya gotta change. But unlike me you got help. Aight? I figure this is probly scary for ya but your uncle’s gonna help ya.” He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder real slow. ”You got anythin’ you wanna say, before we get goin’? I ain’t like them, if you got somethin’ on yer mind I ain’t gonna shut ya up.”


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✧ CIRRUS
 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 06:30 PM
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~50, appears 17 • Cloud • Imagination • Sky


dare me to fly high
and i'll go even higher
Cirrus turned her head away from her uncle, knowing it wouldn’t hide the tears that slowly made their way down her face, leaving light streaks in the dust that had accumulated during her trip. She wasn’t trying to hide her tears from Eddie, no, it was too late for that. She was trying not to look at him. The way he was looking at her, sobbing and crying as she was, didn’t at all match how her father had looked at her when she cried. She’d expected his brother to look at her with the same cold, uncaring gaze that had frozen her in place so many times before. But right now, he looked nothing like Axel. Right now? He was looking at her more the way her mother had. And she didn’t know how to feel about that. It was confusing in too many ways, and she couldn’t look at him.


But she did set her trunk down. Rather, she lowered it, then dropped it unceremoniously in the dust. It was starting to feel too heavy for her. She wiped at tears already hanging from her chin, then dried up to her eyes. Even when the tone of his voice changed, she still couldn’t look at him, turning her head more and just trying and failing to keep her shoulders from jerking as her emotions continued to best her.


Tears wouldn’t come anymore as she listened to her uncle talk, and Cirrus felt dizzy just standing there, Eddie’s voice reaching her, but the words had become unintelligible. She felt the stresses of her journey finally catching up to her. All the emotional turmoil she’d gone through, the lack of rest, nutrition, and water, plus more than half a day slow-roasting in the sun’s blazing heat, all of it piled on at once. She didn’t even register Eddie’s hand on her shoulder, through the intense nausea, dizziness, and headache that washed over her. Was the world spinning? Was she spinning? Was somebody talking?


Invisible weight pressed down on Cirrus, and she had no strength left to fight it. Her knees buckled against her will, and she was out before she even hit the ground.

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❂ EDWARD DELANO
 Posted: Apr 5 2018, 12:06 AM
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Wake up girlie

Of course she was cryin’...Ed wan’t really all that surprised at the response. Was sure sad that she wouldn’t even look his way, though, like she was scared ‘a what she was gonna see there. Or maybe she was jus’ shy. Poor thing din’t know what to do bein’ told it was aight to have feelings n’ opinions...if he ever saw that brother Asshole they were havin’ words, and not the nice kind. He gone and traumatized his own damn daughter so much she was scared ‘a look at someone when she was cryin’. An’ here those shitholes were sayin’ he was the trouble child. Delano blood ran cold….all ‘cept his. No wonder they were all such bastards.

He did his best ta jus…..reach her. Sure she wouldn’t look him in the eye, but if she’d listen….he at least coudl do that. So, he spoke softly, tried’a get things across to her real gentle like. Couldn’t tell if it was gettin’ across or not, cause she wan’t even reactin’ to it, not on her face anyway. Hell, even when he tried somethin’ more direct, a hand on her shoulder, she still ain’t react at all. He was jus about to say somethin’ - ask if she got all that or somethin’ - when suddenly she dropped down, dropped like a stone.

Quick as he was, Wild Eddie snapped into action, droppin’ to a knee so he could catch the girl before she fell. Poor thing had been through so much she couldn’t even keep it together, cried herself dry n’ now she was plain ol’ passed out. He sighed, a sadder sort a look comin’ to his face as he looked her over. Tear streaked face, dress a wreck, there weren’t nothin’ happy about this child. He sighed heavily, closin’ his eyes. ”You done fucked up, Axel.” he muttered, layin’ the girl down gently, jus long enough as he could get her luggage and pile it back in the cart. Weren’t long, though, till he had company; one of the local farm boys, Carter, was rushin’ over. Just shy of sixteen, he was almost like a son to Sherriff Eddie, a good kid always interested in whatever the local lawman was doin’. The young blonde looked on with wide eyes. ”She okay Sheriff? Can I help? There anything you need?” His voice was a bit shrill, but Ed couldn’t blame him. Girl just out n’ collapsed and all.

”Can ya take her luggage? Bring it to my office. It ain’t too heavy for ya?” Ed was picking up the girl, watchin’ the blonde move round to test her luggage, lifting it without much trouble. ”Yeah...I got it. I’ll take it inside.” Ed gave a nod to the kid, liftin’ up the girl into his arms. ”Great. Get movin’ then.” Ed led the way, takin’ the girl cross the threshold into what was both the Sheriff's office n’ his own house. Livin’ quarters were one level up, but right now he jus needed to get the girl to some water, which the kid was only happy to bring once he’d deposited the girl’s bags. Eddie sat the girl down at his spot behind the desk, settin' the water down n' reachin' out to gently pat her shoulder. "Aight now, wake up kiddo. Yer outta the heat. Open ya eyes."


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 Posted: May 11 2018, 03:13 AM
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When Cirrus came to, she first noticed that she was in slightly cooler surroundings. Without opening her eyes, she could feel the absence of the harsh sun, even though she still felt way too hot. She also felt terrible, in too many ways to describe. Passing out hadn’t erased the events of the past few days from her mind, and she knew she wouldn’t like the world she was about to open her eyes to. For a moment, she thought she could get away with just keeping them shut.


Then, her senses started to return, and she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the odours assaulting it. The unpleasant smells of tobacco smoke, alcohol, and sweat were easily recognizable even in the mixture that mingled in the air, made even worse by the smell of human waste and… who knew what else. She kept her eyes shut as if doing so would let her slip away from this place, making very little progress on that before a big hand was patting her on the shoulder, accompanied by a somewhat familiar voice.


Cirrus slowly opened her eyes, thankful that the room wasn’t too bright as a huge headache rolled in. She seemed to be in an office of some kind, seated behind a big desk in a relatively comfy chair. In front of her was a cup of water, which she was already reaching for before she had time to think about it. Normally she would have thought twice about accepting a drink in a place that smelled like a brothel (not that she knew what that was) but her body was no longer checking in with her brain.


The cup was at her lips in a second, the contents draining entirely in a few more. She couldn’t tell if the water was clean or not, because it was the best water she’d had in her entire life. She was sure this water wasn’t much better than what she had been given on the ride over, and definitely nothing to compete with the water they’d had back home, but right now neither of those could compare to how this cup of water made her feel. Just that small amount of hydration helped settle her stomach, relaxed her headache somewhat, and made her feel a bit cooler within. It brought life back to her dried out body, but she needed more.


She set the cup back on the desk in front of her, only just looking around. She saw cells, a gun rack, and a dusty old picture propped up on the desk, and then next to her, was Eddie’s concerned face. She startled slightly at how close he was sitting, even though she’d known he was there. She quickly looked away, eyes locking on to some random spot in front of her. ”Um… thank you… for the water. What happened?” She couldn’t remember much of what happened after they’d arrived in town. She could vaguely recall dismounting the cart, but nothing else.

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 Posted: May 16 2018, 04:04 PM
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@CIRRUS

More dad time

Well she were gettin’ back to herself, that was for sure. Slowly, but she was comin’ to. First thing Eddie saw was the way she fussed her nose, face gettin’ all scrunched. City girl like her prob’ly wan’t used to this kinda stench. City had its own shit stink, but the stark difference was somethin’ she weren’t used to. She’d figure it. Or rather she wouldn’t have a choice but to get used to it. But shit, it was gonna be tough. She was havin’ it real rough already, n’ with that ugly bruise on her cheek he really hada wonder what kinda environment she was used to back home. She was probly scared Eddie’d smack her around if he din’t like what she was doin’. Sure he was no gentleman but he weren’t that low. Felt real filthy thinkin’ his brother was hittin’ kids.
,br> Funny thinkin’ they were the ones what disowned him. He sure felt he wasn’t missin’ anythin.

He watched the skittish girl reach for the water, glad she seemed to be responsive. Sure she weren’t keen on him yet, but she was startin’ to mind her surroundings. Even if it was jus’ to satisfy her probably real dry throat. He gave a quiet like amsued huff as she downed the glass real quick. That seemed to help her some, had her sitting up a little better, actively lookin’ around. She got a bit jumpy when she saw him, and he raised both hands slowly, shufflin’ back a bit to give her space. He grabbed the glass again, standing to fix her another cup. ”Easy there, I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Got that?” He tried a bit of a smile, still a bit rough, but it was there anyhow. He sighed. What happened huh…

”I’m guessin’ the heat and stress got to ya. Next thing I knew you were droppin’ like a stone, girl. But it’s alright. Ya old man Eddie’s takin’ care of ya. Here.” He set the re-filled glass down, nodding his head, his smile warming just a bit. ”Try n’ drink a bit slower. It’ll feel better.” He wanted to ask 'bout that bruise, but now weren't the time. She probably had plenty questions for him.

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