@edvcator​ hollered

   he’s wandered into SWEETWATER territory -- uncharacteristic && definitely not programmed ... undoubtedly a member of the park’s security team would soon be notified, not that he knows any better. he’s just meandered a bit too far, it seems to the host; just a day in the life of a man on the HUNT for another man. && pretty soon he finds someone who looks HOSPITABLE enough to question ... 

   ❛ i’m lookin’ for a man who goes by the name of BILL WILLIAMSON. --’bout yea tall,  ❜ a calloused hand raises just a couple inches above john’s head to indicate bill’s height,  ❛ && ugly as sin. ❜

Hugh Jackman in stills for “Australia” movie.

oceanfreed:

♥ – “ ———– FRIEND is a rather PRESUMPTUOUS term, Mr. Marston.” The teenager was quick in retort, wit was UNDENIABLE, as was STUBBORNNESS. The beauty was filled with a storm that ravaged in her brain with no consideration of what she could cause, only the things she knew. She was a caged bird, flinging itself at the bars, hoping somehow, some way, she’d be able to fly free. BREATHE. Hands fidgeted with themselves, and suddenly, she realized how much of NOWHERE she was going. Silly girl, she hadn’t even thought about where she was going, nor even cared.       “What does it matter to you? I’m getting away from HERE, that’s all I need.” Hostile, yes, but fragile at best.

   ❛ you MAY BE right about that, miss. you may be right. ❜ a chuckle rises to chapped lips, SPLITTING delicate skin as his eyes lower back to the ground ... but even as a hint of crimson touches his lips, the dull sting seems to have no effect on the ragged warrior. this delicate moment of humor, however, && subsequent smile vanish quickly with the wind. a moment of silence falls upon him, ENGULFED in the incomprehensible chatter all dusty train stations now seemed to embody.

   ❛ it DON’T -- whether you stay behind or leave ain’t gonna affect me none. i just thought i might lend a HELPIN’ HAND to someone whose got theirs tied up. ❜

Make me choose » Anonymous asked Cole Phelps or John Marston

@petrificaition​ hollered

   ❛ your old man give you that black eye?? ❜ as a man with a deceased daughter written into his memories && a son held hostage in his narrative, even so much as a MENTION of a father abusing his child is more than enough to set off a deep && unmistakable DISTURBANCE inside of him ...  ❛ where is he now, ma’am? i’ve got a few not-so-kind words i’d like to exchange with ‘im first. ❜ && by that, he PROBABLY means finding a way to make sure he dies a slow and excruciating death. 

I’ll be good, I’ll be good for all of the times I never could.

   a gentle WHIRRING resonates from within as his systems boot up -- pupils, obscured by the obsidian hues of his manufactured irises, retract && dilate momentarily as the man is brought into focus. he blinks once, TWICE, and that's all he needs for his system to activate. the host wears a NEUTRAL expression, riddled with a distinct lack of emotion ... almost as though he’s caught in the throes of a deep slumber.  ❛ i’m DREAMIN’, sir. ❜

   a moment for his systems to process the given question. it’s at this moment that his EMOTIONAL CENTER sets itself alight, features changing from their neutral expression to take on one of mild concern, even ANGER -- but not too distraught, NO. a certain emotional detachment was written in his coding. ❛ where’s my FAMILY? i been doin’ what they asked. why ain’t they returned to me like the DEAL we had said they would? ❜ 

@burymenot / starter call.

        “ bring yourself online, john. ”  he’s spent the last minute sifting through all the information he could about this host. it’s rather… interesting. they all are. but it’s not very often aiden gets to see one from a more advanced level of the park, however.  “ can you hear me? do you know where you are? ”  the normal procedural questions always sound so kind coming from aiden. much more than most of the other staff.  “ what’s troubling you? ”

   john: those days are past me    also john: murders 3 randos bc they steal his hat

lookchivalrous:

        ‘ i don’t aim to cause you none, ’ he says, but that doesn’t mean too much. if wishes were horses and all that. trouble has a fine way of finding teddy even when he doesn’t want it to, and it’s more than likely that he’ll be cut down in his tracks by it sooner or later. this other host too, if he’s willing to let teddy stick around. though that’ll come later, when his loop reaches its end, when sweetwater is just out of his reach. he has the sour luck of being one of the park’s many tragic heroes– doomed, and he doesn’t even realise. ‘ but i would appreciate being able to rest here a while. someone stole my horse. it’s been a helluva trek without her. ’ 

   ❛ ALRIGHT. but any funny business and i’ll put a bullet in you so fast you’ll be askin’ the GOOD MAN ABOVE what hit ‘ya. ❜ and he means it -- vicious with an acquaintance to violence was written in his PROGRAMMING as a way of alluding to his gunslinging history ... even so, he’s not OUTWARDLY dangerous, so long as he’s not provoked. in fact, he’s really quite accommodating && compassionate to strangers in need. ❛ well-- the FOOD looks bad enough to kill a healthy man, but it ain’t so bad; help yourself to whatever you need, mister ... ?? ❜ an easier && less DIRECT way for him to inquire stranger of his identity. 

  on top of being canonically half blind in his left eye after being mauled by a bear, john marston is also half deaf. after being exposed to gunfire for 25+ years during his time both in and out of the gang, it’s really not a wonder that he often asks people ( particularly people who speak in HUSHED voices ) to repeat themselves simply because he can’t hear them. most of the time, however, his PRIDE gets the best of him && he either a) laughs whatever they said off or b) responds to what he THINKS he heard despite that actually being incorrect. this has probably gotten him nearly killed once or twice in his life lmao  this also explains why he doesn’t just speak, he YELLS. he just can’t hear himself

rightmoves:

                                                                she didn’t appreciate the implication ( no doubt , one which she read into far too much ) that she couldn’t HANDLE herself . she was armed , after all , and a damn good shot by her own , limited standards . with a quizzical look , she thought it best to let the thought linger  ––  don’t jump in with any hasty refusals , anyway . you’re a little thing , wheeler , you’ve certainly got your weaknesses .  ‘ if you feel you have to , sir .   but how am i supposed to know you aren’t bad , like you say ?   i’m too busy for JOKES , alright ?   so , you better be serious . ’

    ❛ serious as a grave, ma’am. ❜ && he means so TRUTHFULLY, cross his heart. an EARNEST look stretches across his features ... if that or his genuine word isn’t convincing enough, he’ll never sway this nice lady. ❛ don’t you worry about me -- i’ve done enough bad to last me a dozen LIFETIMES, but that’s a road i don’t intend on takin’ again. just a quiet life for me now. ❜

    a pause -- a moment to INSPECT her features through half-squinted eyes against the last unforgiving rays of DUSK. ❛ -- ready if you are, miss. ❜

Oh Alberta

oceanfreed:

♥ – Beautiful tragedy trickled down pure cheeks, which a perfect hand quickly brought to catch the crystal droplet from streaming down porcelain skin. With a rather brief sniffle, the teenager’s gaze peered over to the man, brows fixed in pure CONFUSION as to the way he just seemed to stick around despite her stubborn silence. That was when the questions started popping up in her mind – wondering who the hell this man was and why was he here?       Emeralds looked the man over, noting the torn edges, the faded colors, the worn areas – it seemed the two polar opposites were so emphasized once put side-by-side. Pushing the lump in her throat down, her lips part again. “ ——— Who are you?” She’d asked, as if his very comment hadn’t done it’s target effect – if anything, it almost confused her MORE.

  ❛ john marston. ❜ calm && collected does he answer despite her blatant avoidance of his inquiry ... but it’s damn near impossible being angry with someone for doing such when they’re displaying such SORROW. like night && dark they are, seated together on the same bench -- one of hardship and tough living with grit and healed wounds to boot, the other gentler and softer but nonetheless still PLAGUED with some raw, internal emotional scars. it’s enough to invoke the kinder side of john’s coin, found only when interacting with FAMILY. ❛ i’m a friend. ❜

   ❛ where you headed to? ❜ this is a train station, after all -- he can only assume she means to get on the next one && head FAR from here ... north, probably. it was becoming a FASHIONABLE trend, abandoning the squalor of urban living && trading it for a nice tie and a train ticket away, a trend he’d rather stay away from. he’d had enough fill of CITY FOLK to last a lifetime. 

@lookchivalrous hollered

    ❛ you lost, friend? ❜ an UNFAMILIAR face to the man ... not that finding such is difficult for this particularly isolated host. but he does find it to be mildly unsettling to have a horseless stranger stumbling upon john’s makeshift campsite under the fierce && unrelenting sun when there’s nothing but sprawling desert reaches for MILES.  ❛ if you’re LOOKIN’ for somethin’, you best turn around now, partner; ain’t gonna find it out here. i don’t want no trouble neither. ❜

@rightmoves hollered 

   ❛ i wouldn’t count me for the all-knowing type, but i suspect that ain’t such a good idea, miss. there’s a lot a’ BAD MEN out there. ❜ he speaks from EXPERIENCE -- he had been one of those bad men before, years prior, && hadn’t done the best things a man could do ... well-- some memories are worth FORGETTING. ❛ let me ride with you. you get what you need an’ i’ll be BACK-UP, ‘case you need me. ❜

  like this for a starter, y’all !!

             my side ain’t chosen.                                                                      my side was ɢɪᴠᴇɴ.