The How's My Driving? Meme

Please please please crit me for Marston. I've got very little experience writing him and I'm still figuring things out, so I appreciate hearing feedback!

My AIM is wherecoyoteshowl, if you need to get into contact with me, and my main journal is ltfaggotry 

[ For those he's asked, rest assured, John now knows what an Olympic Gymnast is.

For the past week, he's been alternating between inhumanly rigorous training and trying his best in competition. The Soviet guards have forced him into working himself to the bone, and they've made John plenty aware of what will happen if he does not achieve victory for ( Read more... )

[ At first, the person on the other end is quiet. John hesitates, running a hand down his face, then speaks.

His voice is a bit stern, but not annoyed or angry. ]

Someone wanna explain to me what an Olympic Gymnast is, an' how one'd go about winnin' ten gold medals?

[ Predictably, he's puzzled by the town's sudden change. Marston has stopped asking ( Read more... )

[ Obviously, John is unsatisfied with his current situation. He woke up in someone else's house, beside some woman he'd never seen before, in clothes that weren't his. Marston's wide collection of guns was nowhere to be found, nor was any other belonging he remembered having while headed to Chuparosa with De Santa. Even his hat was nowhere to be ( Read more... )

[ If you're wondering why the first thing you hear on the other end of the line is a weird, scratchy feedback, it's because the guy you're talking to is an illiterate cowboy from 1911, and barely knows how phones work in his own time period. ]

Hello?! He-... shhhhhhit!

[ There's a bit of scuffle on the other end as John flips the receiver around, ( Read more... )

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