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( x // the fallen // they/he // l; camp //t; open )"speaking"

the quiet clamour of awakening gang members was a good enough sign as any that the early morning routine had begun. having been sat up in their tent for the past hour or so, unable to get back to sleep but unwilling to go outside before others had awoken, dee was eager to finally get up and do something. perhaps the incessant tapping of their fingers against the ground gave it away. nevertheless, they were quick to stand and brush the dust and dirt off themself, pushing aside the fabric that served as the tent's entrance before stepping out into the camp. they weren't exactly counting on the sun shining directly into their eyes, though. with a startled hiss, their hand flew up to shield their face, and they had to stop and blink the sunspots out of their eyes.

good morning to you too, they thought, glaring halfheartedly at the sky through their fingers. what a great way to start the day. an important day, too; they'd heard about the plans for later, and even if they weren't directly involved the thought of it was exciting. nervewracking, but exciting. it was doubtful that they'd be allowed to partake in any heists considering that the majority of the gang members didn't like them all that much - a shame, really, their only real talent was getting away with thievery - but they understood, for the most part, why so many of the wilders were fairly hesitant around them. all because of who their father was, even if he happened to be long dead by now. dee couldn't find it in themselves to blame the wilders - their father was never the kindest person, even to his own child. briefly scrunching their nose, they chose to stomp down that train of thought almost as quickly as it came.

instead, dee glanced around the camp for something to do, or someone to talk to. most of the gang members were still asleep, understandably so, but there were some up and about from what they could see. elias was by the food supply, warren appeared to be by the campfire, and babs! babs was there too, which quickly brought a smile to their face. she happened to be the person they trusted the most out of the entire camp, and they practically lit up apon seeing her.

tugging the old leather jacket closer around their shoulders - the one and only thing of their father's that they decided to keep after his death - they started towards where babs was. noticing that she was talking to warren, though, they hesitated. maybe she wouldn't want them to interrupt, that would be rude. their hesitation to continue was increased tenfold at the sight of rayne, warning bells instantly kicking in and causing them to turn on their heel and head the other way without really thinking it through. they knew he hated them, and dee was terrified of him, so they made a point to stay out of his way. maybe they'd just go sit by the lake for a bit instead - that seemed to be the safest option.

[nocturna.]

--✧.── ‘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 ’
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- - - female | 24 years | the distraction | wearing | loc: arriving in camp | tags: elias | mentions: everyone

A blonde beauty by the name of Miss Dawson, slowly meandered into the Wilder gang's most recent camp. She sat atop her white mare, Lilith, with a confident smile; one dainty gloved hand holding the mare's reigns, the other lightly grasping a shade umbrella handle. Maire Dawson was one of the few, if only, members of the Wilder gang that came and went as she pleased. Perhaps it was due to the fact she was still relatively new to the outlaw way of life. Many of the men thought it was absurd that a spoilt town girl join in on their tightknit illegal enterprise. But when Doc Warren vouched for the girl after a rather accidental 'trial run', objections stopped. Well, at least to her face. Marie could care less either way. For the first time in a very long time, she felt alive and excited about the future; and no dingy outlaw man was going to stop her from pursuing that feeling.

Marie was wearing her typical overdressed fashion, a light brown walking dress with brown and green intricate beadwork. Believe it or not, something of this nature was casual attire for the textile heiress. The woman lightly flicked her wrist, bidding Lilith to halt as they strode near the fire pit and Elias' wagon. There were already a few up and sitting around the small embers, gathering for the communal breakfast that would surely start. "Good morning all! I trust you slept well?" Marie's happy tone rang out a bit too loud as she carefully dismounted her mare. Her hazely-blue irises glanced around the campsite, mentally taking in who was up and who seemed to still be bedridden. "Hmm. I'm surprised more of you aren't awake. I don't know how anyone could sleep with the smell of Elias' cooking wafting about." She raised a soft brow, her gaze landing on the man spoken of. She gave him a playful grin. Marie rather enjoyed Elias Grey; the man both intrigued and perplexed her - something she found almost irresistible.

Giving Lilith a gentle pat, she led the mare over to the nearest hitching post and tied the reigns up. Marie normally trusted her horse, but Lilith was still flighty at times; especially around firearms. After securing the horse, Marie joined the others and sat on one of the open logs. Before speaking again, she spent a great deal of time straightening out her skirts. "I believe I know my role for today, but I'm not sure if I was informed on the 'when' part of the plan..." The woman sat straight-backed, waiting expectantly for someone to answer her.

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; Hᴇᴀᴅ Hᴏɴᴄʜᴏ
male, thirty-five, demi-romantic
taggs; all, open
location; camp

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Doc was finally starting to feel like everything was starting to calm down. After the brutal start to the spring and the recent death of his closest friend and leader of the gang. His blue roan mutt of a horse stood behind him, happily grazing on the sprigs of new grass popping up. Having gotten away from camp before most had awoken, he watched the sun rise on a hillside not too far from the camp. Deciding that it was finally time to get back and get things figured out for the day and all the plans, he walked over to his horse and gently pulled his head up from the grass to put the bridle back on. He quickly pulled himself onto his horse and clicked for him to trot his way to camp. A small breeze carrying fresh smells. He patted Warden and clicked again to pick him up to a lope.

Getting back to camp, Doc jumped off as his horse was walking and tied him to an awkward tree stump limb by his tent and walking over to the 'breakfast' tent. He smirked as everyone was giving Warren a hard time for trying to sleep off his drinking from last night. "Ya'll give 'em a break. He's save ya'll countless times," he smiled and offered a hand out to him and helped him to his feet. Whatever was cooking was starting to smell real good and Doc nodded to Elias to see what was cookin'. He smiled as he saw the deer and wandered over. "Smellin' mighty fine there Elias. When ya reckon it'll be done? Folks are starvin' out here for some decent food after all the terrible happenin's."

Wandering more towards the open area of camp, where is tent wasn't awkwardly in the middle but to where most could see him, he called out for everyone to wake up. "Alright ya'll lets start getting a move on! We got some things to sort out before the day even begins! Elias made some beautiful breakfast deer! Come one people let's get a move on! And remember to help out the camp by sharing whatever you have earned! Doesn't have to be everything, but just enough to help us all out! Afer everyone has had something, I want those involved in tonight's heist to get together and talk things over with me!"

[isildur]

✯ '𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵

dead-eye // twenty nine // location: the camp // tags: barbara, rayne, marie, doc

Warren barely moved an inch when Barbara nudged him with the tip of her boot, jabbing playfully at his choice of napping. He let out a content grunt to her question, deciding to leave it at that while hiding a small smile underneath the brim of his hat. He had almost dozed off again when another familiar voice made a comment to the girl next to him about the heist tonight. It had dawned on him that not everyone in the gang was as reassured as he was with himself. He knew his capabilities and how far he would go in a situation. But others seemed to doubt themselves in that particular area. Warren knew who it was as soon as he heard his voice and the dramatic effort put into making himself comfortable, it had to be the one and only Rayne. Back before the man had joined the gang, Warren was the one that saved him from the Waterlows after they murdered his wife and were soon going to do the same to him. After that, they had grown close and become friends within the gang.

“Watch yer mouth there Rayne, you might find yerself walkin around with a missin tooth.” He mustered a stifled smile under his hat and his tone rang with humor. “And there wouldn’t be no proof of who did it.” Warren nudged him back with his elbow, adjusting his hat again so it sat on top of his head so he could see them. “Yeah, Powder, you’re gonna do just fine. And if you burn the whole dern town that’s fine with me too. Never much liked it anyhow.”

The arrival of Marie amused him as she flaunted into camp, quite well-dressed with an attitude plastered over her demeanor. “Now, Marie, since when did you think it was okay to come up in here and embarrass all us apparently under dressed outlaws with that get-up. You look mighty fine.” Warren teased as he raised his voice in her direction, blue eyes twinkling with sarcasm. He turned his head as Doc approached them and offered him a hand. He took it with a soft chuckle and dusted off the back of his jeans with his hands. “I might choose not to save yer hides anymore if all this bullying continues.”

[memichoo]

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•••••charlie • female • 24 years • waterlow • loc: the camp • tags: dee
mentions: group - rayne

charlie's light sleep was interrupted by the sounds of the camp waking- voices, horse hooves striking the small stones buried beneath the soil, the familiar crackling of a fire. she straightened up, letting her palms press into the soft soil, and blinked away her drowsiness. her spine ached; she had fallen asleep against one of the gnarled trees on the outskirts of camp and boy was she was feeling it. she still didn't feel quite comfortable enough to join the others in the camp tents. they were like a family, she was noticing. the way they spoke to each other, so familiar and so trusting. she wasn't part of that, not yet anyway. she suspected it would take a long while for her to prove herself, but she was completely willing to. this gang held so much more opportunity than the waterlows. they didn't seem to care what someone was, a rare experience for a woman. hopefully, with the upcoming bank heist, she'd be able to begin earning their trust. when she had been told she would join the robbery, she nearly cheered. it was a step in a good direction.

she stretched her arms above her head with a yawn and climbed to her feet. she had slept in her clothes, and thought that a good soak was in order. the girl brushed soil from her clothing before digging through her pack for another set of clothes. although she was no stranger to dust, she hated the feeling of sweat and grime on her skin and made it a point to clean both her clothes and herself daily. with some clothes bundled in her hand, she set off towards the lake she noticed the wilders using, heading to a secluded part where she doubted anyone would stumble upon her. she made quick work of her dusty clothes and was out of the water before long. she pulled on a pair of dark men's trousers and a cream shirtwaist. it was refreshing to sport fresh clothes, and she returned to the camp feeling content. the scent of cooking food made her stomach growl, but she would rather wait until everyone else had already eaten. instead, she headed for pistol, her horse. he was a young stallion, only three, and had the energy to show for it. he could shoot off like a bullet, his long legs eating up ground like a starving prisoner, and he never shied away from danger. she only had him for around nine months, but that was enough to begin a strong bond. stroking his neck as he nipped at the sparse grass, she surveyed the camp. many of the concious members were conversing in a group, although she did notice one on the outskirts. she recognized him as the other waterlow, the leader's child. it was cruelly comforting to know that she wasn't the only one the wilders didn't trust yet.

charlie gave pistol's neck one last pat before heading towards dee. she figured that he would probably be a little more open for conversation than the other gang members. she cocked her head as he turned tail and headed away from the group, momentarily pausing in her pursuit. scanning the wilder members, she found what she assumed had intimidated him. or rather, who. none of the members had passionate hatred towards the waterlows quite like rayne did. she wasn't quite sure what had happened in his past to ignite such opposition, but it must have been serious. the coldness didn't deter her much; she planned to become part of the wilders, part of the family, and she needed to trust every one of them to do so. and that included rayne, whether she liked or or not. she wanted to do something to show her disconnection to the waterlows, or even simply talk to him about it, but the crowd surrounding him made her reluctant to do so now. instead, she gave the group one last hesitant glance before going after dee again. "hey there, where you goin'?" she called out amiably, trying to keep a friendly tone. she didn't want to establish herself as someone hostile; she needed someone who she could trust, not another wary stranger. catching up to him, she gave a light smile. "pretty place out here, ain't it?" the lake had come into view, glimmering in all its glory. the sight was serene, and she would like to relax at its banks some evening. as much as she loved excitement- and boy, did she love it- some time to kick up her feet and relax would be much appreciated.

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( x // the fallen // they/he // l; camp //t; charlie )"speaking"

not exactly expecting anyone to address them, dee nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard footsteps running their way and someone calling out to them. they turned around, perhaps a little quicker than was necessary, with tensed shoulders and wide eyes. apon recognising who has ran after them, they managed to calm themselves. the other ex-waterlow; charlie, if they remembered correctly. dee hadn't really spoken to her much, neither in the wilders' camp or the waterlow camp so long ago, but she seemed nice enough. they'd always wondered how exactly she ended up in their late father's gang, but never had the courage to ask. asking questions like that when they were with their father had always got them in trouble, so they'd stopped asking alltogether.

"i- uh, yeah. yeah it's nice 'n all," they replied, glancing up slightly in order to meet her eyes. why did everyone in this camp have to be taller than them? "i was just thinkin' of going to the lake for a bit, stay outta people's way while they get ready for tonight 'n stuff." dee wasn't involved with either of the heists that were planned for later on, after all, the least they could do is stay out of the way. after a brief moment of thought, and a glance back over their shoulder at the camp, a small lopsided smile appeared on their face. "good luck wi' that heist, by the way, it's cool that they let'ya go with them." truthfully, they wished that they could join in too - that'd be the best way they could think of to finally prove to the wilders that they're not the enemy. still, though, they understood why they had to be left out for now.

they paused when the lake came into view, shoving their hands into the leather jacket's pockets and briefly resting their weight on one foot. charlie was right - it really was a beautiful place to set up a camp, especially with the morning sun reflecting off the still water. too bad their stomach growling ruined the quiet. the sound made them jump just a fraction, and that previously lopsided smile became a sheepish grin. "i uh... prob'ly should'a had breakfast first," they mumbled, accompanied by a short, clearly embarassed laugh. in their defence, the deer that elias was preparing smelled wonderful, the scent drifted all the way to the edges of the camp. with one arm now idly over their torso, dee looked over to charlie again with a raised eyebrow, "you eaten yet?"

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--✧.── ‘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 ’
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- - - female | 24 years | the distraction | wearing | loc: camp | tags: warren, rayne, doc | mentions: everyone

Marie simply couldn't help herself. A soft giggle all but escaped her lips as she watched both Rayne and Warren bicker with each other. The two always seemed to be in a constant 'one upping' the other type of game. It was refreshing to see some of the Wilder gang members with their guard down. In an attempt to compose herself, Miss Dawson placed a gloved hand upon her lips and cleared her throat. "Now now boys... play nice." She teased with a sly smirk in their direction. Her gaze lingered upon the men for a few more moments longer than nessicary. The lady was still getting used to the fact of being in such close quarters with quite a few attractive men... and women. Oh how her father would disapprove of such behavior. That juicy thought tickled Marie pink. She was always perceived as 'a good girl' or a 'goodie two shoes'; that would soon change.

The textile heiress was pulled from her daydreaming by Warren's distinct voice. Now the teasing was aimed at her; which she didn't mind whatsoever. She pretended to be slightly offended by the sharpshooter's first comment regarding her attire. "Well Mr. Witherson, it is never my direct intention to upstage anyone. But, if somethin' of that nature happens to occur..." A blonde eyebrow arched as she paused for dramatic effect, taking stock in the man's expression. "then i'm not responsible for others' feelings of inadequacy." Marie make a curt smirk to the man, whipping out her fan from a hidden pocket from within the layered skirts of her brown dress. "You should come down to the shop some time Warren... we could strip you down and get you dressed in somethin' right proper. You too Mr. Ryker." Giving her floral decorated fan a few light wafts, Marie turned her attention to Doc who presently was addressing the camp. She patiently waited for their fearless leader to finish his announcement. The woman nodded in agreement with the man's words. "I'd gladly like a few words with you later on Doc."

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- - - male | 28 years | the lawman | wearing | loc: camp | tags: open | mentions: n /a

editing later... muse it low for him