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[August 15th] [The Wild Wild West] A Journey Through the Bayou
Title: A Journey Through the Bayou
Day/Theme: August 15th - a place shaped like the girl you love.
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from prior pieces.
By Lucky_Ladybug
The swamps are really weird places. You've got all the dangerous animals (and people!) that hang out there, plus bizarre plant formations and things in the water that you probably don't even wanna know what is.
Chita hated the swamps, as you might imagine. I have to admit, I wasn't too crazy about them either. But we had to go there sometimes, checking out things to do with the shipping business and looking into places that might be able to be cleared and drained for future enterprise. We both tried to stay on the driest parts of the land or in the boat whenever possible. Chita probably wouldn't have even come along if it wasn't for wanting to check on anything that was making money.
"Is it really true that there's cannibals that live in the bayou?" she uneasily asked me on one boat trip.
"There's some people who'd be pretty weird by our standards," I told her, "but I'm not sure if they're that far gone."
She made a face. "I don't get anybody who'd deliberately live in a place like this." She looked down at the murky water with all the mysterious green stuff floating on it. "I don't get those weirdos in the Ozarks and other mountainlands either."
I just sighed. "To be a good person of business, you've gotta deal with people from all walks of life," I told her. "And you have to respect their cultures, even if they're completely opposite from yours."
"Well, you're the business person," she retorted. "I'm the treasurer."
"Heh. You wish."
She just drew up her knees to her chest and crossed her arms on them. "You're from Virginia. Did you ever run into any of those weird mountain people?"
"Not really," I replied. "I lived in the big city. When I got into the army, there were a couple of people there that you'd probably call hicks. They were smart and all, really; they knew all about how to farm. But yeah, they were kind of uncouth compared to what I was used to."
"I'll bet," she muttered. "Probably belching and playing armpits and rolling around in the mud like pigs. . . ."
I have to admit, I laughed. "They're not all like that. The guys I knew weren't that bad. You just hear a lot of weird stereotypes that generalize everybody because some of the mountain people do things like that."
She rolled her eyes. "You're just a lot more accepting of all kinds of people."
That was true, really. And I'd been showing it with my businesses. I hired anybody who wanted a job and was willing to do what had to be done. I didn't care about skin color, gender, station in life, or anything like that. I knew I was a revolutionary in my time and I kind of liked that. It made sense that I'd fall in with other revolutionaries like Posey later in life, and that, unlike a lot of people back then, I really didn't care if I worked for a woman. I just didn't like working for Posey specifically. But that's another story.
"UGH! What is this gunk?"
I came to attention as we drifted through a thick algae patch. "Just seaweed and that kind of thing," I said. "It won't hurt you."
"Maybe not from up here, but I don't wanna find out what would happen if one of us fell in it!" She shuddered.
That didn't sound fun at all. "Nobody's gonna fall in it," I insisted.
We drifted past and watched as the stuff parted for us and then reformed differently. She gave it a weird look. "It's disgusting."
". . . It's making a shape now that almost looks like you," I told her.
She looked scandalized. "It doesn't either!"
"Well, look. There's your head, with your hair piled up high. There's your dress flowing out and your hands on your hips."
She frowned, looking at it more closely. "Maybe," she said slowly. "But if you're looking for secret pictures, why can't you do it in the clouds like normal people?"
"You can't really see the clouds in here," I replied.
"Ha ha," Chita said, rolling her eyes again.
She still came with me every time we inspected the less-pleasant areas. I'm sure she was relieved that she never fell overboard when we were in the boat. For that matter, so was I.
Day/Theme: August 15th - a place shaped like the girl you love.
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from prior pieces.
The swamps are really weird places. You've got all the dangerous animals (and people!) that hang out there, plus bizarre plant formations and things in the water that you probably don't even wanna know what is.
Chita hated the swamps, as you might imagine. I have to admit, I wasn't too crazy about them either. But we had to go there sometimes, checking out things to do with the shipping business and looking into places that might be able to be cleared and drained for future enterprise. We both tried to stay on the driest parts of the land or in the boat whenever possible. Chita probably wouldn't have even come along if it wasn't for wanting to check on anything that was making money.
"Is it really true that there's cannibals that live in the bayou?" she uneasily asked me on one boat trip.
"There's some people who'd be pretty weird by our standards," I told her, "but I'm not sure if they're that far gone."
She made a face. "I don't get anybody who'd deliberately live in a place like this." She looked down at the murky water with all the mysterious green stuff floating on it. "I don't get those weirdos in the Ozarks and other mountainlands either."
I just sighed. "To be a good person of business, you've gotta deal with people from all walks of life," I told her. "And you have to respect their cultures, even if they're completely opposite from yours."
"Well, you're the business person," she retorted. "I'm the treasurer."
"Heh. You wish."
She just drew up her knees to her chest and crossed her arms on them. "You're from Virginia. Did you ever run into any of those weird mountain people?"
"Not really," I replied. "I lived in the big city. When I got into the army, there were a couple of people there that you'd probably call hicks. They were smart and all, really; they knew all about how to farm. But yeah, they were kind of uncouth compared to what I was used to."
"I'll bet," she muttered. "Probably belching and playing armpits and rolling around in the mud like pigs. . . ."
I have to admit, I laughed. "They're not all like that. The guys I knew weren't that bad. You just hear a lot of weird stereotypes that generalize everybody because some of the mountain people do things like that."
She rolled her eyes. "You're just a lot more accepting of all kinds of people."
That was true, really. And I'd been showing it with my businesses. I hired anybody who wanted a job and was willing to do what had to be done. I didn't care about skin color, gender, station in life, or anything like that. I knew I was a revolutionary in my time and I kind of liked that. It made sense that I'd fall in with other revolutionaries like Posey later in life, and that, unlike a lot of people back then, I really didn't care if I worked for a woman. I just didn't like working for Posey specifically. But that's another story.
"UGH! What is this gunk?"
I came to attention as we drifted through a thick algae patch. "Just seaweed and that kind of thing," I said. "It won't hurt you."
"Maybe not from up here, but I don't wanna find out what would happen if one of us fell in it!" She shuddered.
That didn't sound fun at all. "Nobody's gonna fall in it," I insisted.
We drifted past and watched as the stuff parted for us and then reformed differently. She gave it a weird look. "It's disgusting."
". . . It's making a shape now that almost looks like you," I told her.
She looked scandalized. "It doesn't either!"
"Well, look. There's your head, with your hair piled up high. There's your dress flowing out and your hands on your hips."
She frowned, looking at it more closely. "Maybe," she said slowly. "But if you're looking for secret pictures, why can't you do it in the clouds like normal people?"
"You can't really see the clouds in here," I replied.
"Ha ha," Chita said, rolling her eyes again.
She still came with me every time we inspected the less-pleasant areas. I'm sure she was relieved that she never fell overboard when we were in the boat. For that matter, so was I.