7... of course. Good old RNGarrow_in_ur_assApril 22 2012, 19:35:52 UTC
Georgia was dry, not that it seemed to stop Merle and Da from getting hold of some pure brewed moonshine on occasion. Daryl tried to be good and obey the law, but when the other two men of the house were so drunk that they were swinging their fists, it often seemed the better idea to join them.
Right now, he was sitting on the porch, looking out over their small patch of farming land, drinking from a tumbler.
LOL. Did Daryl want American West?life_is_myphoneApril 22 2012, 19:43:44 UTC
They had just moved to town and Robin hated it. No matter how big the mansion was, or how much her Mother tried to pretend that things could be just like they were in England. She hated it here.
To make it clear, she spent more time with her Father. Exploring town, joining him on his meetings with the locals or shopping.
Now, why couldn't the servants do the shopping? Her dress was getting all dusty in that dirty farm.
as long as he wasn't wearing anything frilly he didn't care XDarrow_in_ur_assApril 22 2012, 20:08:39 UTC
He watched the young lady from afar. There were too many unnecessary layers on her dress, if you ask him, and he could tell from that alone that she must be from the new family that moved into the mansion down the way.
He didn't care one jolt about her until he watched her let herself into one of their fields, god knows where she thought she was going.
That could still be arranged! X3life_is_myphoneApril 22 2012, 20:13:20 UTC
With an embroided handkerchief at hand, Robin wiped the sweat off her forehead. Summer dress or not, the weather was too hot in her opinion. This was another thing to bring up to Mother to fight her decision to move.
She was so lots in her own thoughts that she almost misses the fact that someone was calling her over.
"Shut the dang gate!" He shouted back, not even bothering to confirm that it was her he was speaking to. Who else would he be shouting? No one else around that needed shouting at.
Putting his drink down on the railing he started to jog towards her. "Shut the gate before you let the bull out!" He didn't care if she was in the field with the bull, but he wasn't gonna spend the afternoon chasing it if he escaped.
If it wasn't for that fact that it was his family's livelihood all tied up in that bull, Daryl would had stopped on his spot and told the stuck up bitch to go to hell. But unlike Merle and Da, Daryl didn't have too much pride to know what was good for him.
He ran to the gate, even though it was closer to her than him and swung it back on it's latch.
One hand resting on the corroded metal, he turned to her.
He was ready for an argument, he already knew he shouldn't be calling out a lady. He blinked though, at the way that she cut him off as if he wasn't even worth her energy to put him in his place any further than that.
"... Its my family's farm." He nodded, completely thrown off. "Now's not a good time though..."
"No, it is not." Robin's smile was in appearances a sweet one, but since this man clearly dind't know her identity, seeing him finding out would more than make up for his little offense.
"My mother has brought the property." She tilted his head. "She is the one who has let you stay here and work for us."
He clenched his jaw. Now he knew who this stuck up bitch was, was it supposed to change his feelings about her? Because it didn't, he still didn't like her any more.
"My family ran this farm before your momma was born with that silver spoon in her mouth." The current generation had debts though, they'd had no choice but to sell up. He should shut up, but he couldn't.
Sucking his cheeks in, Daryl worked spittle around his dry mouth. Merle would have told her to go to hell by now, or worse. But that was why Daryl was here, he was he one with sense.
Reluctantly, he nodded. "Yes, I will. But I warned you. Some stuff not fit for a lady's eyes..."
He shook his head a little but accepted it with a shrug. He wasn't going to waste his breath warning her all day.
"Daryl Dixon." He clarified, not so much because he didn't care for being called Mister, but because there were three of them here and he didn't want to be completely blended with Merle and Da to her. "What do you want to see first?"
"Daryl." She offered a gloved hand, a fact she was tempted to change since the heat was really too much for all these layers. At least she could take them off after he has touched her with those dirty hands of his...
"The animals, I suppose?" Looking back over her shoulder, she clarified. "Not the bull."
Right now, he was sitting on the porch, looking out over their small patch of farming land, drinking from a tumbler.
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To make it clear, she spent more time with her Father. Exploring town, joining him on his meetings with the locals or shopping.
Now, why couldn't the servants do the shopping? Her dress was getting all dusty in that dirty farm.
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He didn't care one jolt about her until he watched her let herself into one of their fields, god knows where she thought she was going.
"Hey!" He stood up and waved. "Hey there!"
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She was so lots in her own thoughts that she almost misses the fact that someone was calling her over.
Pointing at herself, she stared at the man. "Me?"
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Putting his drink down on the railing he started to jog towards her. "Shut the gate before you let the bull out!" He didn't care if she was in the field with the bull, but he wasn't gonna spend the afternoon chasing it if he escaped.
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"What?" She wasn't stupid though. A bull? A bull was going to escape?!
Turning on her spot, she saw said gate, the one she had just passed. "Close it then!" Robin ordered, pointing at it.
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He ran to the gate, even though it was closer to her than him and swung it back on it's latch.
One hand resting on the corroded metal, he turned to her.
"Thanks for nothin' there."
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"It is your own fault for being careless about it." She sneered. "Can you give me a tour through the farm? I suppose you work here."
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"... Its my family's farm." He nodded, completely thrown off. "Now's not a good time though..."
"... Ma'am."
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"My mother has brought the property." She tilted his head. "She is the one who has let you stay here and work for us."
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"My family ran this farm before your momma was born with that silver spoon in her mouth." The current generation had debts though, they'd had no choice but to sell up. He should shut up, but he couldn't.
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"And now you are running it for us." She stated. "I am going to ask again. Will you be so kind of showing me what my mother's money has bought us?"
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Reluctantly, he nodded. "Yes, I will. But I warned you. Some stuff not fit for a lady's eyes..."
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"Mister Dixon, I suppose?"
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"Daryl Dixon." He clarified, not so much because he didn't care for being called Mister, but because there were three of them here and he didn't want to be completely blended with Merle and Da to her. "What do you want to see first?"
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"The animals, I suppose?" Looking back over her shoulder, she clarified. "Not the bull."
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