Richard had nothing better to do than sleep. It wasn't the first time in his life he'd been behind bars, and he daydreamed; there was a fight in Birmingham, and he'd whipped out his gun and shot a man who'd insulted his Ma. But this was Richard. He was not a healthy, normal person: he treated everyone as it occured to him to do so.
He'd raced away
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*The cute voice was instantly recongnizable as a girl wearing a green dress came in. Her hair at the moment was in green ringlets, but Richard knew her the moment she walked in. On her small sweet lips was a smile.*
*Simon walked over to the cell to wake Ricard up, and soon the two were left alone. Julia smiled at him and chuckled some.*
Already behind bars? What did you do this time Richard? Piss off the local marshall?
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Ah, it's you. *He lay down.* What does it matter? I'll be out in a few days till they charge me.
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*Julia moved closer to the bars and looked in on him.*
You know I can't see your lovable face over there Richard. Has anyone else come to see you yet?
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The Priest. And the priest brought his niece. *He laughed.* I'm still a popular man.
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'His neice. Is he joking. The preist has a neice?' *
Popular is an interesting word for it Richard. What's this neice look like? I didn't see one when I went to the church.
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*She put her cheek in her hand as she watched him.*
Are you implying Im more a sinner then you are? How sweet, I wonder if I should go see him to confess my sins. *She smirked some, the way the word slipped out seemed rather funny to her.
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*Richard swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He rested his hands on his knees, and watched Julia closely.*
He would try to convert you, you know. *He chuckled.* How amusing.
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Now now, we all know a girl like me is only bound for hell due to my transgressions against the will of the lord. Then again, I"m a happy sinner so what's the use in converting me, I've been there, I still have my faith, not like it's going to do me good if I ever get a bullet through the head, but at least ther's some comfort there.
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A bullet through the head does nobody no favours. Ah, us people talk a little more colourfully than most. Have you got me a present?
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Think I would forget you? I hope you like them, though one you can't eat. *She handed him the two packages. One was a neatly wrapped box with green paper that read, "eat me", on the top, trimmed with a red bow. The other was a red box with a green bow that said "Play me." On the top.*
Well open them and see if you like, though mind you if you want more you'll have to buy it yourself from out of town.
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*He played the harmonica, an instrumental version of a whistle he'd heard Julia do several times they'd met.*
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*She sat down and listened. In a quiet voice she asked.*
You like?
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Thanks. It'll be useful. Now, is there anything I should know?
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Furthermore, I hear that there's some looters running around waiting for a good heist. They might make pretty good fall guys if we need them.
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A little bird told me, and that bird with the long beak has an unfortunate habit of sticking it where it don't belong. It'll land her in trouble soon.
They could. Is there anybody else I should know is in town?
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