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To Do:
Narrative: Jesse/John, past, 1934
Log: Jesse/Death, past, 1911 or 1915
Log: Frank/Johnny, future, zomg!college
Narrative: Waiting for Death throughout the years
Narrative: Mary flies the coop
Narrative: Charity setup
Narrative: Mary has a boy over
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[30 Jun 2015|10:09pm] |
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( All 50 bellow )
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[17 Jun 2015|01:57am] |
Who: Jesse and Frank James
What: Reenactment goodness!
When: June, 2019
Where: James House on Long Island
Notes: Future!fic that I'm just sticking here for the time being because I can. Kind of complete yet incomplete, but if you care to read, feel free! Just a snippet of stuff, because I'm in reenacting mode this weekend.
( I can't go to Gettysburg smelling like Head and Shoulders. )
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[30 Apr 2011|12:14am] |
QUESTIONS? COMMENTS? CONCERNS? LOVE? INTENSE HATRED?
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[23 Oct 2010|12:31am] |
Well, as fortune'd have it, they frown upon shooting the wildlife in Central Park, even if that wildlife's a coyote getting too close to your nine year old for your own comfort.
Can't wait 'til it's time to next pay my NRA dues.
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[19 Oct 2010|02:00pm] |
Well o'course I want it back now! The way people keep danglin' things in front of me-- it ain't right. I'm gonna have a look at that gun though, an' I reckon I'll just buy it back the right way if I recognise it. It's a real kick in the head how people keep diggin' up or rollin' over things I know Frank and I hid real purposeful like back then. They were hidden with children's toys for a reason-- you weren't supposed to find it.
Well, 'least they ain't found the buried treasure yet.
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[24 Sep 2010|11:50pm] |
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I gotta say, if I had a mind to get riled over these things, I reckon I'd be upset that New Mexico's thinking about going and giving ol' Billy the Kid an official state pardon. Where's mine, Missouri?
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[12 Sep 2010|09:51pm] |
School started up last week, meanin' everything at home's a mess. If it ain't 'I can't find my backpack' then it's, 'can I bring the class ferret home for the weekend'. Then they go gettin' upset when you don't know what the hell a ferret is. Or when you tell'em that apparently the things go 'round ripping off babies faces, so no way in hell are they bringing one home even for a weekend. There were some tears with that one, but s'the kinda thing you gotta learn to ignore after eleven years.
The new school year also means a mess'a stupid meetings they somehow force you into goin' to or that your wife makes you go to. Fell asleep at one'a them and woke up hearing that I'm in charge of a theater fundraising committee. I'm pretty sure Laura put me up for it, tryin' to be mean, 'cause when I asked her what Annie Get Your Gun, Les Miserables, and Assassins are she just started laughin' at me. I reckon she hates me, is all, 'cause she started talkin' taxes n'how money'n things have to be 'accounted' for so's the money can't be stolen. It was some sorta nonsense like that. I ain't gonna lie, I wasn't really paying no attention.
Someone's screaming 'bout something, damnit. Where the hell did they get a turtle...
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[29 Aug 2010|01:47pm] |
S'almost my birthday. I'm fixin' to get m'self something good this year.
( Laura )
( Frank )
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[14 Jul 2010|08:32pm] |
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How'm I supposed to baby proof a gun?
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[11 Jul 2010|02:17pm] |
They caught him. S'too bad, really. Kid was smart, damn smart to learn how to operate one'a them planes by hisself. That's somethin' you wouldn't never catch me doing. Trains, I reckon I could deal with piloting, but I can't say I'd ever even consider using a plane in one'a my gettaways. Gotta say though, if there weren't no planes involved, he damn well got caught the right way. Good plan, escaping to the West Indies. Reminds me'a Johnnie, always talking 'bout how we should go to Cuba or as far as Rio. Never did, a'course. I couldn't go and he wouldn't leave me so's we stuck around. This kid though, that was the right idea.
( Frank )
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[03 Jul 2010|11:11pm] |
So what's it we're concerned with this week? Seems like it's gonna be a fight over how we ain't taken a certain twelve year old to go see that ridiculous vampire movie this weekend. The hell Laura or I're driving all the way back to the city for that, and the good Lord only knows where she got the idea in her head that she'd be taking the train in to do it herself. All'a this while the Fourth's comin' on. I honestly don't know what's gotten into her.
Speakin' of the Fourth...
( Filtered to those invited to Annie's )
Made a decision earlier this year to treat this place more like the farm it is, 'n after a week doing just that I hate to say it, but the City softens a man, it does. My hands're raw, shoulders and back stiff, and damn if I don't feel like I'm never to be clean again. But ain't none of it a bad feeling-- just a hell of a lot different'n what I've felt in awhile. It ain't for nothing though. I didn't start the crops, seein' as we weren't here, but I'll be taking the reins from here. Wish we could stay through the fall, actually, 'cept there's that damned school problem. There was a time, I remember, when the farm came over schooling.
Ah well, it don't matter now. Still got some time 'fore it does. Nah, right now I reckon my biggest worry's getting Mara'Zee t'stop bawling over that damn movie...
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[26 Jun 2010|10:07pm] |
[Blocked from Mom and Dad]
Well, I know I'm old enough to go camping by myself. I wanted to go tonight, but now I have to wait for tomorrow for Mary and Dad. Dad says he has to help Mom with Ollie and Ellie.
Babies ruin everything.
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[23 Jun 2010|09:49pm] |
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There was a break in at one'a the galleries I'm contracted with. Weren't a problem or nothin', my men caught 'em just fine. They was idiots, is all, and got themselves caught in the vault. S'like I'm always tellin' Frank, don't never enter a place that ain't got a back way out.
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[20 Jun 2010|07:24pm] |
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My father was a reverend, and I reckon that means he was a good man in his way. 'Cept I honestly wouldn't know, seein' as how he left us'n all.
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[16 Jun 2010|08:21pm] |
I got home today and thought it'd be like any other day. Laura and the children'd say hello and maybe I'd have a sit down with the paper in my study before we ate dinner. I was fixing to have a peaceful evening.
'Cept no. I got home and found a dead pigeon sitting out my door with a note tied around it's neck in my darlin' wife's handwriting that said, "You shoot it, you clean it up. If I find any of your 'target practice' around the property, I'm selling the Colts."
Obviously, I got a woman at home who loves me. I gotta go hide my guns.
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