[M] Gonna party til they take us away

Redtooth

POSTED: Mon May 21, 2018 9:53 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Johnathan Winthrop

Dated 15th - evening

The debacle of the goat's birth and getting all the shit sorted out was kind of done. Well done enough that John was content to sit about and do bugger all. Upon exploration he had discovered a fire pit and had promptly lit that bitch up, enjoying the flickering of fire against the darkening sky.

He knew Andy would come by soon, if only to get the answers he wanted. Johnathan idly rubbed at his chest, curiously investigating the spark of hurt that flickered there as one might a strange insect. He was not used to the darker feelings anymore really, he had cast off that persona like an unwanted coat when he had met Walmart's mother. Willing to allow himself to be dragged off the road and into the wilds.

He sucked on his blunt, the bright end flaring. Ma hadn't been the best mother but she had loved them anyway. It fucking sucked that she was gone.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 03, 2018 10:53 pm

It's too late
The damage is done

The fires of New Homestead burned through the night, casting long shadows of the small, luperci made buildings against the ground. This little village by the caves was modest at best -- primitive in construction -- but Redtooth was proud of what he had wrought with his own two hands. It reminded him of its namesake, a small agrarian community just south of the Rappahannock. Homestead. He felt this way especially on warm summer nights like these. It often made him feel wistful.

With John having made the long trip north, the village was no longer Redtooth's only link to his youth in Virginia. It took him back to another time and he felt as if he were all of 1 year again. Nostalgia was indeed a powerful drug.

Instinctually, Red sought his brother by the firepit. Many nights were spent in Homestead around the fire; telling stories, talking about girls, or anything in between. Redtooth supposed it was a safe bet, and when he caught his brother's scent, he found his hunch confirmed. "Hey!" Redtooth shouted as he made his approach. "Captain Buzzkill!"

The skunky smell of cannabis lingered in the air.

"You sharin' that shit, or what?" Redtooth asked, holding out two outstretched fingers as he parked his butt against a log.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 2:10 pm

Johnathan Winthrop

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Ears twisted and his head rolled back and to the side and his maw split into a grin, blowing out the smoke from his joint all up in Andy's business. His voice too, jovial in-spite of his internal reflections, boomed out,

"Hey asshole, was wonderin' when you was gonna mosy yourself on down here." He took an extra long drag of his blunt as Andy sat his ass down and blew it out over the fire, making the flames flicker even more,

"You're always stealin' my shit man, you leech." There was laughter, and he handed over the blunt anyway. There had always been laughter in their house, with three boys it had been hard for Mary to keep track of her unruly sons. God Ma.

He didn't want to just, throw it at Andrew like this but the longer he waited, the harder it would get.

His smile slowly receded and then turned into a frown, "Look man, I got some shit to tell you... I.." John was never without something to say, whether it be a inappropriate joke or a sarcastic quip. Even as Captain Buzzkill, when he had been a good man, there had been words always spewing from him.

He rubbed at the back of his head, fingers spiking through his black hair. Her jacket was here, among John's possessions all bundled up. He licked his lips, and his voice was raw again, just like the last time he had spoke it to Ronnie, months ago,

"Yeah... Ma.. she's gone. She got sick... real sick. I dunno what it was, no one did.... an' she died." It was not hard to see that John blamed himself, if he had found a better healer or something, maybe she'd still be alive.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 29, 2018 12:34 pm

It's too late
The damage is done

"Oh, fuck off," quipped Redtooth as he took the blunt his brother passed and raised it to his lips. The comfortable fog settling over him set in nearly immediately as he sprawled back and grinned like a toothy idiot. It felt as if he were living in a pleasant memory, as this tale had played out many, many times before.

The reverie was broken however when Redtooth saw his brother's expression darken. Redtooth could hear it in the tone of John's voice; whatever he had to say, he wasn't going to like it.

Redtooth's relationship with his mother had never been perfect. He couldn't fault her, of course. The three Winthrop brothers did not make things easy for a single mother, nor had they ever really tried. The ignorance of youth was one thing Redtooth wished he could take back -- or at least, make up for. Now, he couldn't, and somehow, that hurt worse.

"When-- how long ago did she..." His voice trailed off, but the implication was clear before he finally mustered, "pass?"

Having not been there, having not seen his mother fall apart, Redtooth felt as if he were reading about it from a book. Disconnected, as if it wasn't even real, just a hypothetical scenario that had no bearing on reality.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 05, 2018 9:45 pm

Johnathan Winthrop

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He hated talking about it really, if he could then he'd drink until his brains pickled and he never remembered another damn thing against for the rest of his life. He leaned forwards, asking back the blunt with a jerk of his fingers and andy gave it to him. He sucked real hard and held it until he almost choked on it. The haze didn't help much.

He coughed out the smoke, and for once Andrew didn't crack a joke about him being unable to hold his shit,

"The winter, just this last one, man. I'm glad you ain't had to see her like that... it was awful." John glossed over a quick rundown of the details of Mary Winthrop's death. The ill health that fell into true sickness and then sped along towards demise. It had been the final sucker punch to the gut. At least his Ma had never seen the scars on his back.

Then came out the final blow, the whole story that Mary had confessed on her deathbed, and the boys had learned their reason for existence. That fucking jacket. He would have burned it out of rage, if he hadn't thought that Andrew might want ti,

"If you want to keep it or shit. I brought it with me, I can't stand the sight of the fucking thing." His mind began to glaze over as Andrew gave his response, and later john couldn't recall if he'd said yes or not but the jacket was gone from his piles of shit the next day and John tried in vain to not think of it ever again.

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