★ leave this here Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above...
It was midnight when he arrived at the Badland's border. He could practically sence Blitz's weariness, nevermind his own. Even still, he forced his eyes open, pulling the reins to slow Blitz down as he noticed the buildings beginning to spring up all over the place.
He couldn't remember how much time had passed since he started traveling. A few days, maybe weeks? He was thankful for the amount of hay he'd managed to bring with him, along with the dense sketchbook and sparse pencils he still had managed to hold onto.
As Blitz came to a full stop, Clyde let out a yawn and turned around towards his backpack, shuffling around until he finally found his sketchbook and a pencil. He hastily wrote out a note and held it up, hoping someone would notice. He would tie it onto Blitz, but he didn't want to risk potentially harming her since the only place he could tie it while having it be in view was around her neck.
I'm Clyde, Beatrice's uncle. I'm mute, so if any of y'all know sign language, it would be a huge help : ) he added the smiley face with a chuckle before holding the note out, lit up only by the moonlight.
//apologies for the poor quality but aaaa hes here!!
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[align=center] Thankfully, Mutt was a bit of a night owl. He was just on his way back from fishing at the docks when he spots the shapes of someone and their horse at the border. It nearly spooks him, but he is brave enough to approach.
"Uh... hello?" He purses his lips as he gets closer, noticing the note. "Ooookay. Is this supposed to be a riddle or something?" The young man had no mean intentions, but he wasn't really aware of mute individuals. He just assumed that someone who rolls up to the border saying nothing and only holding up a piece of paper to announce his presence was odd.. like it was a game or something.
His eyes squint as he attempts to decipher the words. Shoot, now this wasn't exactly his forte. Mutt is able to understand the first two words. However, the rest isn't clear to him. "Hi Clyde. Name's Mutt. I have no idea what the rest of your note says so I think I'll just... go get someone who can. Sound good?" He steps backwards before turning to find someone who was literate.
[align=center] " BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS "
[i]— mutt . prospective of the badlands . click for storage
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Whilst Teddy barely had the fortune of going to school for a proper education, his parents did all that they could to teach him the basics. The fact that he was such a bookworm in his younger years certainly helped, the young boy never seen without a book at hand. Perhaps if he continued to pursue that hobby then maybe he would have been an entirely different man than he was today. He couldn’t change his past, though. His fall from grace.
Eyes narrowed with curiosity at the sight of Mutt talking to a newcomer, Teddy soon strolling over to investigate. Upon closer look it seemed the man did not speak, instead holding up a sketchbook with a handwritten note for Teddy to read. Sign language, huh? ❝ Uhhhh… ❞ He stared at the sketchbook with uncertainty, leaning back somewhat until he curled a lip to look over to Clyde. ❝ Don’t know nobody who knows sign language around here, do ya? ❞ Teddy turned as he asked Mutt, brows knitted before Teddy peered back towards Clyde.
Of course he wouldn’t turn the man away for it though, especially since this was Beatrice’s uncle. Any family of Beatrice was also family of Mike’s to some degree, and Teddy was more than happy to use that to his advantage. Anything to help him flourish, right? ❝ C’mon over, sure Beatrice is around ‘ere somewhere. ❞ He nodded his head back towards the built up Badlands before turning to begin to walk off, as if expecting the rest to follow. ❝ Plannin’ on sticking around? Would be nice for Beatrice to have good family around. ❞
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★ leave this here Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above...
Clyde's careless smile quickly fell away as Teddy finished reading and spoke, stating that nobody around here knew sign language. Additionally, from what he'd gathered, it seemed reading was a skill that few possessed.
How was he going to get by here?
He shook his head. I've just gotta find Bea. She'll stay by me. A grin spread across his face just thinking about her: all of the times he carried her around the farm, teaching her the basics of sign language, and tucking her into bed whenever her mom, his sister, was busy.
At Teddy's request to go find Clyde's niece, he nodded his head vehemently before squeezing his thighs against the flanks of his horse, urging Blitz forward.
Just a little longer, girl, he willed his horse, just a little longer.
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the exclamation emerges from the sidelines, not too far off from the path of the well. she holds a fairly heavy bucket of water, one that she'd been attempting to lug to poppy prior to seeing the crowd form around a stranger until, upon deeper inspection, she realizes he isn't so strangely to her, no. instead, he's a past she'd decided to leave behind. not as if that wasn't a past she hadn't been planning to revisit. only, it'd be on her own terms. this wasn't her own terms, nor did she expect it to be so soon.
still, she couldn't deny her excitement. she drops the bucket and dashes towards the group, yelling out his name again, [color=maroon][b]"clyde!" it seems as if she can't reach him fast enough, but when she does, she can't believe it— it really is him, with blitz at his side. she doesn't think of what him being here could mean, only that she's happy to see him here. the last time she'd seen him, she'd been twenty, hadn't she? two years went by so fast, it was about time they were reunited.
[align=center][I]the more that you say, the less I know —
★ leave this here Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above...
The first thing that struck him was how Bea sounded exactly the same.
At her question, he jerked his head up, letting out a gasp before searching the crowd for her face. The only face that mattered to him, really. However, she found him first, and he quickly picked her up into a bear hug--just like he used to do when she was a kid.
He had to stop himself from thinking that she was still a kid. She wasn't, now. His niece was all grown up and living on her own. He was just thankful he could be there to help out.
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[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 50-something years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
He was no genius at communication on the regular front, speaking sign was... near on impossible for him... well speaking was a strange way to put it, he could sign a few things, and that was it. Fudge his way through the alphabet, sign yes and no... please and thank you, and a few other random words too. Nothing for a real conversation though. He tightened his left hand into a fist, then released as he saw Clyde.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his weather-worn jeans, and looked absently at the man with idle curiosity. His eyes skimmed over the sign before his daughter showed up. Clyde... Clyde... Lizzie's brother? That would make sense, if this man really was her uncle. He shot a glance at Teddy, eyebrow raised. Good family... seemed like Teddy was insinuating something, though he probably shouldn't read into anything.
Bea seemed genuinely happy to see the man, which was a reason for him to be less on guard, though he was still on guard, how could he not be. There were a lot of people out in the world who meant harm, some even having personal vendettas against him. Was that self centered to think that? It wasn't like Mike was a criminal mastermind, or a straight-edged cop from those movies he used to love watching when he was younger.
He sighed softly, and watched Clyde and Bonnie without much movement from his position. "Bring him in for some tea? I can rub his horse down and get her comfortable." He half asked, taking a few steps forward now.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
04-20-2021, 03:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2021, 08:31 PM by BEATRICE..)
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scooping her up, clyde envelopes her in a hug that feels welcoming, safe, and familiar. she's been here for nearly a month now, and although she manages to make some acquaintances, she is still very lonely. sure, there was michael, but that was a whole other bull she has yet to tackle. yes, finding him had been her goal in the first place. but now that she was in his presence, she realizes that the wound was far more recent than she anticipated. she had to tread delicately, but at least she didn't have to with her uncle clyde.
bea let's out a giddy laugh, holding on just a little longer before she pulls away to do another once over, making sure that he didn't harbor any injuries. most trips were fine if you approached them lightly, but even she knew luck could run for only so long. he seems fine, though, allowing her to relax and push forward with further inquiries. she's going to ask him what he's been and how he's doing when michael speaks behind her. he isn't resentful. in fact, he offers to assist clyde, and welcomes him. but beatrice knows that his presence will come as a surprise to anyone in her family, and that it may not be something he embraces with open arms.
she doesn't look back at michael, only looks at her uncle with an uncertainty, almost as if she isn't sure how he'd react. she stands a heartbeat before she lifts her hands to sign, reassessing the question back to him, Do you want some tea? You've had a long journey, I'm sure. Whatever questions from him follow, she'd answer later.
[align=center][I]the more that you say, the less I know —
★ [color=transparent]leave this here It took Clyde a moment to fully register Mike's presence. After he let Bea go, he noticed the man who she kept glancing back at. He let his gaze travel back...
Michael.
His smile dropped ever so slightly. This was the man who wasn't there for Bea growing up, the man who Lizzie wept about because everyone thought he was dead. Clyde would try and comfort her, saying that he was in a better place, but really he never could shake the feeling that he was still alive.
As it turned out, his gut was right.
He wasn't exactly in a situation to be judgemental, however. Bea seemed happy to have found Michael, and since her journey here had led him to her...who was he to complain? So, he simply nodded his head and bowed slightly. Tell your father here I say thank you. He scratched onto a piece of paper, eyes darting between Bea, Michael, and the page before finally ripping the piece off and handing it to Bea.
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