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Fucking princess thinks shes staying.Yeah right. Gale's leg throbbed now,but he ignored it.He took out a second gun,shooting two at once now instead of one.The other group retreated,Gale's group remaining victorious. "Round 'em up." Was all he said,galloping into the thicket without saying a word.A little while later he appered back at camp,limping off his horse into the medic tent,wrapping his leg securely. |
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Jillian headed back to camp, internally freaking out. She didn't know if Gale would keep his mouth shut or not or how long she'd be able to stay without compromising everyone else's safety. She got off her horse, tying her off with the others before grabbing her tent to set up. She needed to be able to rest and figure things out about where to go and what to do in peace. |
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He also made a splint as the bullet wound was farther down,that should do. With that he returned to his tent,taking swigs from his flask. (ssry we just at a basic scene so,eh) |
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(It's all good) Jillian had started drinking on the way back out of stress and it wasn't serving her well now that she was fooling around with her tent. Nothing was going right and it was starting to make her mad, eventually leading her to doing some more cursing. She gave up, sitting down beneath the nearest tree with her head in her hands. |
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Gale stumbled out of his tent,barely not drunk.He stumbled over to another tree,falling and lying in the grass for a moment. "I ain't getting up.Got no reason to." He mutters,facing back down again after finishing off his flask in swigs. |
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Jillian watched him knowing that she wasn't much better off with more still in her flask to be drank. "That'll make two of us," she grumbled, taking a few swigs from her flask. It was a a little over half empty. She had decided her tent wasn't worth the fight right then. |
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Gale eventually was knocked out,him just vibing on the ground while the usual chaos erupted. Dean getting kicked by a horse. Hugh getting burned while trying to roast sausages. The usual. |
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Jillian brooded as usual for a little while, looking at her map. The words jumbled together and the mountains seemed to move and now and again she'd grumble about something. Her flask now lay empty on the ground, her gaze occasionally flickering to the chaos around the camp. |
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"MY HORSE IS A JACKASS" Dean yelled out,Gale looking up and standing.He walked over to Dean and smacked him across his face. "WELCOME TO REALITY." Gale walked off,back to his tree and covered his face with his hat,going back under. |
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Jillian rolled her eyes as she watched them and listened to their yelling. She'd always been a mellow drunk, but by no means was she a steady one. She couldn't focus and had decided to get up and go somewhere quieter, but she tripped over Gale's feet after a bit of stumbling. She unceremoniously tumbled to the ground, groaning upon impact. |
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