Post by jackradison on Jun 26, 2009 21:45:57 GMT -5
Snow drifted lazily, in a dependable tempo upon the ground. The train ticket had said 4:30 P.M, but Jack Radison was ready by four. He had a small sack of clothes on the end of a sturdy looking stick hefted over his shoulder. This contained the small amount of money he had left, some bullets, and the set of clothes Mylene had stitched up for him. Why had a suddenly well-off fellow back to square one? Generosity, mostly. He had divided his wealth among the people that made his stay worth it. Made it something he would remember, and cherish for quite a while.
Melissa Chavelles would find a decent sum mailed to her next time it was delivered, with a small letter of thanks. Without her and her office in town, Jack would've been a dead man. He wouldn't have been able to enjoy this place after that.
Alejandra Crawford received a letter of apology for his disappearance, and also a decent sum of money. She too helped save his life once. She too helped him when the chips were down. The letter also explained that Peprika was now in charge of the Brothel, and to please keep up the good work for her.
He also sent each gal at his Brothel some money as well, and a bouquet of flowers to top it all off. He wouldn't leave those sweethearts out of the mix! They busted their butts, literally and figuratively, for him. He wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye present.
The bear fellow that carried him to the brothel one day? He wouldn't go unrewarded as well. He couldn't quite remember the name, but he gave him a small amount of money too. Having to carry his limp body couldn't have been a picnic.
He had already said his goodbye to Yarla and Peprika personally. It tore his heart out, but he thought it proper to at least tell a few people face to face. It may be a cowardly cop-out to send out letters and money to everyone else, but too many heartfelt farewells and Jack would have changed his mind.
Two coyote sisters would also receive a very generous sum of money. Lucia would get it all, and she could split it with Dianne. If a life changing event came up for either of them, they could live the rest of their lives in relative comfort.
After that, he was basically broke again. He had enough to pay for the ticket, and after that, not much else. If he wasn't officially sober, maybe a good glass of whiskey before not having enough to eat again. As much as he wanted to set up every furre he had met up for a while of luxury, there are limits to even a wealthy man's pocket.
Maybe he would come back in twenty, thirty years for a quick bit. Just pop in for a 'Hello' before hitting the ole' coffin. For now, the world waited for him. He had to shed the broken parts of his whole, and regrow someone stronger. After John, or Mylene, Jack could not do that here. Brenton would always be the place where he killed two people he cared about. Yet, it would always be a benchmark for his new beginning. His final step before he could truly make peace with himself would always hold a place in his heart, and the people residing there.
The distant trains confident wail broke Jack away from his daydream. The snow had stopped falling, and once again the sun burned brightly along the horizon. He would have cried, but he had done so many hours before. Jack had considered long and hard of what he would do next, and he had decided, why not boxing? The train slides to a stop, opening it's hungry maw for him. The Equine enters, before slowly beginning to be carried away.
Melissa Chavelles would find a decent sum mailed to her next time it was delivered, with a small letter of thanks. Without her and her office in town, Jack would've been a dead man. He wouldn't have been able to enjoy this place after that.
Alejandra Crawford received a letter of apology for his disappearance, and also a decent sum of money. She too helped save his life once. She too helped him when the chips were down. The letter also explained that Peprika was now in charge of the Brothel, and to please keep up the good work for her.
He also sent each gal at his Brothel some money as well, and a bouquet of flowers to top it all off. He wouldn't leave those sweethearts out of the mix! They busted their butts, literally and figuratively, for him. He wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye present.
The bear fellow that carried him to the brothel one day? He wouldn't go unrewarded as well. He couldn't quite remember the name, but he gave him a small amount of money too. Having to carry his limp body couldn't have been a picnic.
He had already said his goodbye to Yarla and Peprika personally. It tore his heart out, but he thought it proper to at least tell a few people face to face. It may be a cowardly cop-out to send out letters and money to everyone else, but too many heartfelt farewells and Jack would have changed his mind.
Two coyote sisters would also receive a very generous sum of money. Lucia would get it all, and she could split it with Dianne. If a life changing event came up for either of them, they could live the rest of their lives in relative comfort.
After that, he was basically broke again. He had enough to pay for the ticket, and after that, not much else. If he wasn't officially sober, maybe a good glass of whiskey before not having enough to eat again. As much as he wanted to set up every furre he had met up for a while of luxury, there are limits to even a wealthy man's pocket.
Maybe he would come back in twenty, thirty years for a quick bit. Just pop in for a 'Hello' before hitting the ole' coffin. For now, the world waited for him. He had to shed the broken parts of his whole, and regrow someone stronger. After John, or Mylene, Jack could not do that here. Brenton would always be the place where he killed two people he cared about. Yet, it would always be a benchmark for his new beginning. His final step before he could truly make peace with himself would always hold a place in his heart, and the people residing there.
The distant trains confident wail broke Jack away from his daydream. The snow had stopped falling, and once again the sun burned brightly along the horizon. He would have cried, but he had done so many hours before. Jack had considered long and hard of what he would do next, and he had decided, why not boxing? The train slides to a stop, opening it's hungry maw for him. The Equine enters, before slowly beginning to be carried away.