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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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[contract_star]

[Staring at the bloody ball of paper.] Did something happen?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, something happened alright.

[contract_star]

[Sits down nearby, watching Wolfwood carefully.]

What happened?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[takes a deep breath of smoke for the first time since he lit up] Yh' wrong choice.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Bad day?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[snorts] Understatement o' th' hour, kid.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Growls at being called 'kid', but he's curious] What happened?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

'Nother gun fight. It got bad this time.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ This will be Angela, plopping down beside him ]

Looks like something's bothering you, Father.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[glances over at her and takes a swig of alcohol] A lot o' things bother me, some just harder than others.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Anything you want to talk about? We sheep are good at listening, too.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I don't wanna burden your pretty shoulders.

[didorothy]

I'm pretty sure that paper isn't usually supposed to be that colour.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure I ain't gonna pick it up again.

[didorothy]

Can I?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[eyes him a moment and shrugs] Go ahead. Ain't like you have jurisdiction over Gunsmoke, right?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[pops onto the Plane, still feathery (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v65/scyllaadell/Trigun/Manga/Max7TrigunMVol5ch5-05.jpg) and looking faintly worried]

Wolfwood? There you are! It's been hours!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Sorry. [doesn't look at him and takes another swig of alcohol] I needed t' get away.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Oh. [wanders closer to him, just looking both him and the rock over for a moment] Bad day, huh?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head a bit but decides to wait to see if Wolfwood will talk]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[glances at him and slumps more on the stone, looking down at his shoes] You come t' poke too?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Can't escape concern. [squats down near him] Something went wrong, I take it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Watches him for a little while, hands clasped behind her back. She knows that expression--has gotten to know it far too well, recently.]

Want to talk about it?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It's just a bad day.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Comes over and hauls herself up to perch casually on the stone at his back.] And so I say again, want to talk about it?