Dolly jumped to her feet when the whistle blew. She covered her ears and closed her eyes. Loud noises usually disturbed her. She relaxed a bit, and headed to the train. As she trailed behind Pat and Tom she spotted a rather rich older woman, with a small hand bag. Next to her was, what must have been her husband. There noses in the air, not paying attention to their belongings, Dolly smirked and got real close to the snobby older woman. Her dirty, but graceful, fingers snapped open her small purse. Reaching in gently, she pulled out neatly folded cash. Grinning she placed this cash down her top and headed into the train. She sat in between Tom and pat and crossed her ankles, smiling like a nice young lady.
Dolly pushed her way through the people, towards the dinning area. Fancy people sat around eating there perfectly prepared food and she growled. She moved past them to the restroom. Walking into the girls room, she washed her hands and her face. Scrubbing off as much dirt as possible. She looked into the mirror and frowned at her scar, she rubbed it a bit then shook off the thoughts. She took out a diamond barrette she stole from a girl a week ago and pulled her hair back, placing it in her firey red locks. She straightened out her dress as best and possible and exited the restroom.
Pat sat at their booth, looking out the window at the desert plains as they cruised towards their destination. He thought to himself
"What if the treasure isnt there? what if that cat was the only piece? what if Santiago was wrong?"
He continued this deep thought for a while
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Wild Joe smiled again and pointed behind the Cross brothers
"Looke here, here comes the train! quick, maybe we can sneak onboard!"
The train pulled in and the passengers began to get on
She walked towards the dinning area again and spotted a flask sticking out of some old mans dress coat. She smirked and walked towards it. She faked a stumble and fell ontop of the man pressing her body against his. Her fingers snatched the flask and she smiled heavenly at the old man. "Clumsy me." she said in a small quiant voice. She bowed her head slightly and walked away, sipping the flask with a smirk on her face.
Her eyes glanced around for any more foolish men, or rich woman.
Originally posted by She Seduced
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Pat noticed Dolly taking the bottle, and got up out of his seat. When he passed by her, he took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. He looked around before pushing her in and locking the door behind him. Even though he was right against her, he still almost yelled
"Are you trying to get us kicked off this train? Keep the stealing away untill we get off, and for god sakes stop your drinking!"
Originally posted by She Seduced
"HEY! YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER." she hissed at him, taking another long swig of the flask. "I dont know who you think you are." she stated throwing the flask at him. "There you go. Happy?"
the flask hit the door next to Pats head, pushing him over the edge. He grabbed both of Dolly's wrists and pushed her against the wall. He moved his head in close to her and said through gritted teeth
"Now listen here you little drunk. Ive been putting my neck out for you for about a day now, trying to keep you from ruining your life, and the thanks i get is a whiskey bottle from you. If you wanna stay a homeless drunk, then fine, get off the train and drink there. If you wanna come with us and find the treasure, then put the bottle down and get sober. youre call."
he let go of her and left the room for his seat
Tom sat back watching the drama unfold. Dolly had a rare Indian disease commonly known as "sticky fingers" and he had to admit that it was kinda funny. She seemed to pickpocket anything she could get her hands on. Did she not know that we were about to go find enough gold to have a palace of whiskey built for you daily?
Tom decided to go talk to her about it. Why she had to be so kleptomaniacal. Tom saw Pat walking back to the seat. "Didja have good luck persuading her because if not, I mean...We don't really need her to find the treasure. Hell we could punt her off right now if ya wanted." Tom smiled pleasantly after realising that he had gone too far.
"I mean but that would be rather drastic you know. I'm just saying...it's an option."
Pat smiled as he stroked his forehead
"Well, i cant ethically do that, my companion. Ya see, if we leave this little lady at town, then she'll waste away in a miserable life of booze and stealing. I figger, if we take her away from all that, who knows what kinda lady she might turn into."
Just then, a gunshot sounded from the rear of the train, and a muffled scream was heard in the other cars. Pat reached for his Colt, and looked at Tom
"Lets check it out."
Dolly rubbed her wrist and gritted her teeth. She walked back to the booth and looked at Pat, "I never asked youse for help, so dont go around grabbing my wrist like Im some kinda of burden or something. I woke up here, and then I was tieds up! I fines that forceful. Wouldnt you?" she pointed out. "And another thing," she pulled out her small knife and leaned over to pat, her one hand clasped his hands closest to his gun, and she pressed the knife against his cheek. "Youse ever put your grimmy yank hands on me again..." she moved the knife to his neck "I have killed me a yank before, and I will do it again. " She stood up and brushed off her dress, and sat down across from Pat with a small smile on her face. "Now were exactly is these treasures?"
"Ho-ly Sh!t" Tom said smiling. "Looks like Little Mrs. Lee here has a wild side. I'm out of here," He said pulling out his guns and going towards the spot where there had been a gunshot. There lay a man dead and 1 large man and two people behind him, all with guns out. (Let's say it's wild Joe and the Cross brothers) The two behind him looked like brothers. There was a circle around the dead man. people were gasping and whispering at the fateful scene.
Pat pushed Dolly aside and grumbled
"We'll talk later, now stay put" as he went after Tom to inspect the source of the gunshot. He stood next to Tom and looked at the dead man, obviously a ticket-taker who had messed with the wrong fella
(id wait and have them be other characters, just incase the others come back)