Oh my god, I can't believe that I wrote another chapter, it seems like it's
been years since I worked on this one. But I'm happy to say that I will try
and get back into the habit of working on this story, Thanks!
-Bojack
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter Five: A Conversation
Vincent had picked up his medicine from the pharmacy and was making his way back down to the boarding house for some rest. But, what he didn't know was that the eyes of the world were upon him, the wicked eyes of the world.
He tried to not draw attention to himself as he walked along, but it was hard for him as he was an (in)famous gunslinger and wearing a flapping red cape and long flowing black hair in a ponytail. The gunman was certainly an unusual figure in this seemingly normal place.
He tucked the medication into a pock deep within his crimson colored cloak and continued walking. At this point, he just wanted to get back to the boarding house and rest, he felt tired tonight and just wanted to retreat to his room.
***
Vincent stepped inside the boarding house and walked through the living room, his steel tipped boots making gentle clicking sounds on the wooden planks beneath his feet.
Vincent stopped and turned around to see that someone was coming; he looked and saw that it was Marian. She walked across the floor, her long dress making it look like she was gliding. "Oh, Vincent, I'm glad you're back." She stated, actually looking genuinely glad to see him.
"You are?" he asked as he cocked one of his eyebrows.
She smiled at him softly. "Yes, of course Vincent, I made tea and it's ready." She said with a smile.
Vincent sighed. "I don't know." He began to speak.
"Nonsense, it'll do you good to spend sometime out of your room." She replied firmly.
Vincent knew that he couldn't win this battle and put on a cheerful face and accepted her offer for tea with her.
***
Vincent took a sip of his tea and set it back down. He was sitting across from Marian. He had been listening to her talk about the things that she had done that day and politely nodding to what she was saying and trying his best to be sociable.
The tea turned out to be pretty good, it was nice to have the familiar feeling of the cup in his hand. He remembered that he had known someone who liked to make tea. a lot. "Who was is.?" He though to himself. He then suddenly remembered who it reminded him of. Vincent smiled nostalgically as he remembered the gritty old pilot from the old days. Despite how rude he could be, Vincent missed Cid. and that woman that lived with him. "Shera." He thought to himself as he remembered the woman's name.
She lived with Cid and did whatever he told her to do because she felt she owed Cid her life because of the incident with the Rocket. Those two had a very special relationship. It was rather funny how Cid acted like a hard ass about them, but they all knew that deep down, in places he wouldn't openly talk about, that he really did care about her and that he would go to pieces without her around to keep him out of too much trouble. Vincent couldn't remember what had happened to them, the last time he heard about them was in an article that he read about their kid. what was his name?
Vincent suddenly snapped out of his daydream as Marian said his name to him a couple of times.
"Vincent, is something wrong?" She asked him, some concern showing in her soft feature. A few locks of her shiny blond hair hand down around her face and framing nicely.
Vincent shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just daydreaming; the tea reminded me of an old friend, I'm sorry." He apologized to the woman as he shook his head and mentally harangued himself for being so rude as to zone out while she was talking.
"It's okay." She replied as she leaned back in her chair.
Vincent sighed and leaned back. He didn't understand why he was suddenly zoning out and thinking about the past now, did he really feel that comfortable around these people. especially around this woman.? There was something about her that made him want to actually interact with her.
He finally decided to speak up. "I've been around for a long time." He began. She became quiet to listen to what he wanted to say.
"And I've known a lot of people and seen a lot of places. So, I have a lot of memories. And this tea reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago." He stated. "Do you miss them?" She asked.
"Sometimes, but there are times when I can't remember them very well. I have to try hard to not forget about them, a person is just the some of their memories." He finished, taking a sip of his tea.
"I guess you have to live your life in the present, then?" She asked curiously. "Yes, people like me can't dwell in the past and we never know what the future will hold for us." Vincent replied.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean. But, there is one thing that you can always count on." She stated.
"What's that?" He asked with just a little interest showing.
"That there will always be a hot cup of tea waiting for you, here." She said with a smile. "Would you like more tea?" She asked, offering the kettle before him.
Vincent smiled at the statement and accepted the offer. As she poured more tea into the cup, he smiled to himself and he actually felt a somewhat pleasant feeling inside him. Maybe staying here wasn't going to be so bad after all. There was something about this place that felt very. reliable.
"Thank you, it's means a lot to hear that from you, Mrs. Sullivan." He replied with a smile.
"Marian." She announced.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked her, not sure what she meant.
"My name is Marian, I'd like for you to call me Marian." She said with a smile.
Vincent smiled. "Okay, Marian." He spoke calmly.
The woman smiled. "Maybe, you might be good company after all." She replied happily.
~End of Chapter Five~
So, did you like it? Tell me what you thought about it, I love getting feedback for my work. So, please read and review! Thanks again
-Bojack
-Bojack
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter Five: A Conversation
Vincent had picked up his medicine from the pharmacy and was making his way back down to the boarding house for some rest. But, what he didn't know was that the eyes of the world were upon him, the wicked eyes of the world.
He tried to not draw attention to himself as he walked along, but it was hard for him as he was an (in)famous gunslinger and wearing a flapping red cape and long flowing black hair in a ponytail. The gunman was certainly an unusual figure in this seemingly normal place.
He tucked the medication into a pock deep within his crimson colored cloak and continued walking. At this point, he just wanted to get back to the boarding house and rest, he felt tired tonight and just wanted to retreat to his room.
***
Vincent stepped inside the boarding house and walked through the living room, his steel tipped boots making gentle clicking sounds on the wooden planks beneath his feet.
Vincent stopped and turned around to see that someone was coming; he looked and saw that it was Marian. She walked across the floor, her long dress making it look like she was gliding. "Oh, Vincent, I'm glad you're back." She stated, actually looking genuinely glad to see him.
"You are?" he asked as he cocked one of his eyebrows.
She smiled at him softly. "Yes, of course Vincent, I made tea and it's ready." She said with a smile.
Vincent sighed. "I don't know." He began to speak.
"Nonsense, it'll do you good to spend sometime out of your room." She replied firmly.
Vincent knew that he couldn't win this battle and put on a cheerful face and accepted her offer for tea with her.
***
Vincent took a sip of his tea and set it back down. He was sitting across from Marian. He had been listening to her talk about the things that she had done that day and politely nodding to what she was saying and trying his best to be sociable.
The tea turned out to be pretty good, it was nice to have the familiar feeling of the cup in his hand. He remembered that he had known someone who liked to make tea. a lot. "Who was is.?" He though to himself. He then suddenly remembered who it reminded him of. Vincent smiled nostalgically as he remembered the gritty old pilot from the old days. Despite how rude he could be, Vincent missed Cid. and that woman that lived with him. "Shera." He thought to himself as he remembered the woman's name.
She lived with Cid and did whatever he told her to do because she felt she owed Cid her life because of the incident with the Rocket. Those two had a very special relationship. It was rather funny how Cid acted like a hard ass about them, but they all knew that deep down, in places he wouldn't openly talk about, that he really did care about her and that he would go to pieces without her around to keep him out of too much trouble. Vincent couldn't remember what had happened to them, the last time he heard about them was in an article that he read about their kid. what was his name?
Vincent suddenly snapped out of his daydream as Marian said his name to him a couple of times.
"Vincent, is something wrong?" She asked him, some concern showing in her soft feature. A few locks of her shiny blond hair hand down around her face and framing nicely.
Vincent shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just daydreaming; the tea reminded me of an old friend, I'm sorry." He apologized to the woman as he shook his head and mentally harangued himself for being so rude as to zone out while she was talking.
"It's okay." She replied as she leaned back in her chair.
Vincent sighed and leaned back. He didn't understand why he was suddenly zoning out and thinking about the past now, did he really feel that comfortable around these people. especially around this woman.? There was something about her that made him want to actually interact with her.
He finally decided to speak up. "I've been around for a long time." He began. She became quiet to listen to what he wanted to say.
"And I've known a lot of people and seen a lot of places. So, I have a lot of memories. And this tea reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago." He stated. "Do you miss them?" She asked.
"Sometimes, but there are times when I can't remember them very well. I have to try hard to not forget about them, a person is just the some of their memories." He finished, taking a sip of his tea.
"I guess you have to live your life in the present, then?" She asked curiously. "Yes, people like me can't dwell in the past and we never know what the future will hold for us." Vincent replied.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean. But, there is one thing that you can always count on." She stated.
"What's that?" He asked with just a little interest showing.
"That there will always be a hot cup of tea waiting for you, here." She said with a smile. "Would you like more tea?" She asked, offering the kettle before him.
Vincent smiled at the statement and accepted the offer. As she poured more tea into the cup, he smiled to himself and he actually felt a somewhat pleasant feeling inside him. Maybe staying here wasn't going to be so bad after all. There was something about this place that felt very. reliable.
"Thank you, it's means a lot to hear that from you, Mrs. Sullivan." He replied with a smile.
"Marian." She announced.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked her, not sure what she meant.
"My name is Marian, I'd like for you to call me Marian." She said with a smile.
Vincent smiled. "Okay, Marian." He spoke calmly.
The woman smiled. "Maybe, you might be good company after all." She replied happily.
~End of Chapter Five~
So, did you like it? Tell me what you thought about it, I love getting feedback for my work. So, please read and review! Thanks again
-Bojack