Brokeback Mountain Rewind Roleplay

[xzcarlyzx]

I will be Alma. I love her.

Name: Alma Beers Del Mar
Age: 19 (I guess)
Sexuality: straight
Martial Status: Engaged(married when we meet her in the movie)
Physical Description (and / or photograph): Brown hair, skinny, short
Background / History / Personality / Character Strengths and Flaws: (I don't think we know much about Alma) Maiden name is Alma Beers

[Kelley]

(Looks great, the only thing is she and Ennis are not yet married in this writing, as we are rewinding to before that point So currently -if I am not mistaken, they are engaged )

[jakesdream]

Hey Carly I think that cause she is 'yours' you can add her personality and so on. You can make up what you 'think' she is like from what we do see on screen? Just a thought

[Gareth of Marice]

OOC||Alright. We've got us Jack, Ennis, Alma, and Lureen. I think we can begin! I'll be the first to post.||

As Jack drives off in his cheap and rundown truck, he looks back through his mirror, his eyes fighting his tear ducts as he resists to bring forth tears. He can't help but watch Ennis as he walks off in the opposite direction, yet his heart aches at the fact that he stares not at his face, but only behind him. This to him was a symbol of the loss of hope that came in the future.

As he drove on, his coordinates were set to returning to his father's home to help him through the winter. Although he really didn't think the trauma he was going though currently was going to help him much during the work he was about to commit, but he had to learn to deal with it. Everytime his mind thought of Ennis, he would push away the thoughts with a simple repetition of the words "He's gone..I'm never going to see him again..He's a man..He's a man for God's sake!..A man.." Those words seemed to push him away for a matter of minutes, until after a few hours it was unbearable.

He was emotionally forced to stop in the middle of the road. He broke into tears by his steering wheel, and ignored all the cars that passed him. He cared not about the embarassment he was bringing upon himself, until one care stopped, and a man showed up by his window.

"Sir, what be the problem? Why are you stopping here in the middle of the road?" he said, trying to be nice. He seemed like a decent man. He was dressed quite formally, with a suit and tie, which wasn't that normal to be seen around the area from which Jack was headed.

"Just get on your damn way live every single other fucker that's passed this truck!" he shouted at him, as he rolled up his window. He looked down upon his jeans and wiped his eyes with his deep blue button-up shirt. He placed the hat that had fallen beside him back on his head, and continues to drive once more.

[Kelley]

Summer was winding down to a close in the Oklahoma landscape. All of the crops were being put to harvest and the sun was out late into the evening hours, blanketing the grounds below with a lustrous golden gleam.

The rodeo season was climbing to its climax and senses and anticipation were running hot in the heart of an aspiring riding legend: Lureen Newsome. Just barely 17 years of age and in the prime of her life, everything was looking up.

She and her horse Picasso (a breeding stock sorrel thoroughbred gelding) –Pie for all useful purposes had won nearly every jackpot in female barrel racing in the greater Midwest portion of the United States… and, the championships, at the beginning of November, were just an eye flicker off in the distance.

The wind was beginning to pick up slowly and as the dust blew off… so did the relationship between her parents. It left her father to be a very sour and bitter man. Lureen did all she could to avoid him, as any normal teenager would do in any case growing up. However, despite her wishes of taking residency with her mother, the court deemed her father, with his aspiring tractor and implement business a more stable environment.

She finished soaping and rinsing the dishes from that evening’s meal and headed out to the stables, where Pie gave her a warm nicker and whinney. A smile flooded over Lureen’s maturing face and she swung open the barn gate and wrapped a leading rope around Pie’s thick neck and strapped a halter over his muzzle and latched behind his ears… the leather and its engravings, a strong reminder of how far she’d made it in tournaments last year, and what she wished to accomplish this year. With any luck, the purse would be huge, and she could get out from under the protective, but all the same abusive wing of her father.

As Lureen was taking out the tack bucket to begin grooming she heard her father storming from the porch and into her direction. Without hesitation, she jammed a brush and hoof pick into her button up blouse, and took precedence to get Pie saddled and bridled… and just as he was reaching in the barn door, she was mounted and dashing out the other… soon finding herself lost among the endless rows of chopped corn that lined the country roads.

[Gareth of Marice]

Jack rode on the rest of his way without any more emotional quest, his eyes dry, his mind clear, and his path to Oklahoma almost complete. His insides were somewhat dead by the time he reached his father's ranch.

He pulled up into the dusty driveway, nearing the small old house. He parked his truck that gave in with a resounding sound that sound much like a whinny, and then looked upon the acres of baren land that awaited his aid.

He stepped through the screen door and entered directly into the small kitchen in which his mom was cooking and said a very unenthusiastic "Hello."

The reply he received was anything but welcoming. "'Bout time," she said. "Your dad's been out in the fields for quite some time now, boy. Get on out there and help him 'for gets dark!"

Jack left without responding to his mom, being used to this type of emotional abuse. He went outside and looked up at the gray clouds that passed by and watched the horizon in its mix of oranges and yellows.

He ran through the fields until he found his dad on a tractor, apparantly sitting there and just drinking. He walked up to him and stopped the tractor, which was about to hit a huge wire-line pole, in time and saved his dad, although it wasn't that big of an event. It's not like his father really cared. He was drunk. "Hey dad," said Jack as he put his arms in between his father's arms and pulled him out of the tractor and brought him down to the ground.

"Hey Jack. Damn long time since you been here. Where the fuck you been?" he said, the drunken breath stinging Jack's nose.

"I been working, just like I said," said Jack, pulling it his wallet with a few $20 bills.

His father looked at the money, and said, "Go out and have fun for once! I dont' want you braggin' about your money around here. Go out tonight, and come back with nothing! We don't want your charity here." His words were obviously spoken due to the alcohol, because never in his life would his father have said that.

Jack quickly took advantage of the moment, and helped his father get into the house without speaking another word to change his opinion. He helped him inside, walked back out, hopped in his van, and drove into the city. He knew there was bound to be a rodeo, and thought he might go out for some fun.

[Kelley]

With nothing but the bit of tack that had her shirt bursting at its seems and a few dollars in her back pocket which she'd stolen off her father's night stand in his sleep she rode on at a full gallop. Her destination: she did not know... just away... far, far away.

Pie began to bead into a sweat and was soon lathered from chin to croup. Lureen sighed, exhileration having met sheer desparation and only now could either feeling begin to subside.

Up ahead the noises were loud as the first of the rodeo events was getting underway and a young chap stood up on a podium rattling off the high billing names attending tonight's show... every third phrase stating that there was still a chance to sign in and try your luck at the remaining events of the evening, and due to a fatal injury to one of the distraction clowns, they were anxious for help... but that whole, fatal injury thing seemed to be turning the general public off.

Lureen slowed down Pie's stride and eased him to a trot and then after several paces, a walk. If she were to have any chance he'd have to be well rested... and that was just no option, but he certainly was warmed up if we were to look at this objectively and from both the positive and negative side of things.

She leapt down off her high mount and staggered, taken by the breeze and fatigue to the announcer's booth dugout and registered herself in for female barrel racing, the last event of the evening on tonight's ticket. She paid up front for the class, but there was a stiff reminder that she needed a cowboy hat or was out of the placings, even if she was talented enough to beat out the rest... a hat was crucial, and in the flurry of things, she had forgotten hers.

Lureen still had her hand down on the few dollars on the counter, but retracted her hand and left the cash, picking up instead her number and the pins to tack it to Pie's saddle blanket.

She was in the process of roping him up to a tie post when a young man's hand reached out and touched her shoulder. Shaken, she looked back at him and questioningly sent a glare in his direction. "Yes?" she said.. but then realized how ridiculous she must appear with a hoofpick and a brush sticking from her bosom. "I-I-mean..."

He just smiled. "I'm done with my events for the night--"

"And mine have yet to begin, so, sorry cowboy..." Lureen barely let him drawl out a few Oklahoma accented words.

"I just mean to say, you're welcome to my stall... for your horse..." he said. "Third barn over."

She blushed and looked down. "Thank you." The words fumbled out

[jakesdream]

Ennis couldn't believe that the summer had ended already. As he stood at the hood of Jack's ole truck he couldn't help but remember the few hours before.

He felt an aching in his gut when Jack told him that they had to bring the sheep down a month earlier than they were supposed to. He didn't know where the feeling came from, but he had never felt that loneliness before. Like an emptiness way down in his gut. He needed to take a little time to himself before they headed back down Brokeback. He saw Jack pack up all the gear and walk toward him. He so badly wanted to tell Jack that he didn't want to go, not yet. He wanted to tell him that he was the only one that he had ever spoken so openly and honestly with and that he had grown to need those times with Jack.

He thought momentarily about Alma and what was going to happen with them when he got back home. They were to marry, how could Ennis marry Alma when he had grown so close to Jack.

Ennis gave his head a shake, what the hell was he thinking. This was a one shot thing, he even told that to Jack right from the beginning. This was something between them, Jack even said it. So when Jack threw that lasso around him and started to wrestle with him all he could think was how nice it felt to have his body so close to Jacks, and how he had grown to love holding him. Those emotions turned quickly to rage and anger at himself for thinking that they could ever have a life together. He got a little rough and kneed Jack in the mid-section. Jack's knee-jerk reaction was to bring his knee up and hit Ennis in the face. His nose started to bleed, now Ennis was fuming. Jack tried to wipe the blood off of Ennis with his sleeve, Ennis pulled his fist back and slammed it into Jacks eye. As he was walking away from a pained Jack all Ennis could think was "damn you Jack fuckin Twist".

[jakesdream]

After helping Jack get his truck started they talked briefly about what their plans were. Jack was going up to his parents farm and Ennis going back to marry Alma. They said their goodbyes, Jack got in his truck and Ennis headed up the road. As he watched the back of Jacks truck disappear up the road Ennis's gut ached more and more the further Jack got. This was probably the last time he would ever see Jack again, especially after that punch. The funny thing is, Ennis thought, was that instead of the punch he wanted it to be one last passionate kiss. Like they had shared so many nights in the tent.

Ennis's stomach got so bad that he felt nauseated. He walked to the little alley way that was between the bar and the local store. Got on his hands and knees and began to heave violently. He threw up his lunch, and heaved until there was nothing left in his stomach. Tears of anger, regret, sadness strolled down his cheeks. He noticed a ' presence ' behind him. He quickly wiped his face and turned his ashen face toward the stranger.

"You o.k. boy?" Said this tall stranger

"You never seen anyone gettin sick before" Said Ennis through clenched teeth.

"Yeah but why you cryin?"

"None of your fuckin business so get lost" shouted Ennis.

The guy looked disgusted and left. Ennis took a moment to gather his hat that had fallen off his head. He also noticed that he had gotten some ' lunch ' on his other clean shirt so he needed to change into the one that had the little blood on the sleeve. He looked into his sack and noticed that it wasn't there. "I musta left it up on Brokeback" he said to himself. He decided his shirt was clean enough. Went back out onto the main road. He knew even before looking up that Jack was long gone.

Ennis silently cursed and walked toward the highway, he walked toward his future and left his past behind him.

[xzcarlyzx]

Alma had just come home from a hard day's work at the local supermarket. She hated the ob and all of it's contents. She lie on her bed wondering when Ennis would come home. Her mom was downstairs making dinner and her dad out in the barn putting the horses back in their stables.

As she lie there she wonders what will happen after November. What will her job be? Will she have the same job? Is everything going to change?

Just as she gets up to go to her window her mom yells "READY!"

Alma goes down the steps and out to the barn for everyday after her mom yells"READY!" she has to go tell her dad to come in.

She is tired of her normal schedule. She wants something new. Something exciting. But in this old beat up town what is she going to do?

She eats dinner and goes back up to her room. She does her normal get ready for bead rutine. Get a shower, brush hair, brush teeth, get night clothes on, get clothes out for tomorrow, and silently slip into bed.

[jakesdream]

Ennis wondered what Alma was doing at this moment. He knew that she was with her mom and dad and had probably finished work at the supermarket. He had hopes that he could find steady work back home. He knew how Alma hated her job and he wanted to give her everything that he never got from his own parents. He wanted a good life for Alma, that's why he was leaving Brokeback behind him and would probably never go back. Too many memories there. Too much of Jack. That named stayed on his mind for about 5 miles as he walked up the highway looking for someone that would give him a ride.

Ennis hopped into the rig's passenger seat. "Where ya headed" said the man behind the wheel. "Home" said Ennis with an emptiness to his voice.

[xzcarlyzx]

Alma couldn't sleep wondering, thinking. She was confused about life at the moment. Her mind kept going back and forth from moments in time.

November was coming soon. She was nervous, but she was confused. The wedding still needed more things planned and since Ennis was gone she couldn't plan everything by herself. Still she was wondering when he would get home.

She heard her dad go back out to the barn. Her mom telling him to go to bed. She wanted to go yell at her dad too for he was starting to become a neisance (sp?) and all he thought about was his stupid barn with his trusty old tractor.

The next morning she woke up to find her sister outside the bathroom, drunk. She knew her sister wasn't going to be able to get up. She slowly creap downstairs and got a pot and spoon. The noise was so irritating to her sister that she woke right up. Her sister obviously knew what Alma wanted. She slowly moved across the hall in front of the closet. Alma went into the bathroom to bruch her teeth and hair.

Work was not pleasant either. All she did all day was work. Sitting there on a chair, scanning items, if not that she was in the ailes checking items. She hated her job, but it was the only job in town she could find, for at the bar she knew she would get hit on by drunks and the supermarket was the only reliable place. There were no companies for her to be a secretary or to even work in an office, small wage.

Life at this moment for Alma wasn't good at all.

[Kelley]

Lureen was still glancing down at her cowboy boots and said quietly, "There anything I can do, ya' know, to repay you.. sir?" but as her eyes traveled the distance upward, saw that the kind gentlemen had left without another word.

She sighed, and undid the bursting button from her blouse... unhitched her trusty Pie and found her way to the empty stall she'd been granted. She smiled, and untacked her horse, than gave him a good brush down and lifted all of his legs in turn to clean out the clotted and covered dirt.

Lureen spoke gently to the creature as she cleaned him... he had grown over the years to be one of her best friends... and together they made a team that was unstoppable... the underdogs, but winning everything in sight.

She tapped her fingers along the stall door as she watched Pie settle in his hay... then locked him in and headed to the tavern for a shot of... well, something. She had a fake ID but, you would never know by looking at it, and she surely looked mature enough, in more ways than one to pass for the legal age in this town.

The bartender gave her the liquour she desired and Lureen found herself comfortable at a booth in a dimlit section of the bar... where she could see everyone, but it was hard to see her.

[Gareth of Marice]

OOC||I promise you guys that I will read all of your posts today and will post as well. School's been driving me crazy. ><

[Gareth of Marice]

Jack drove up to the rodeo and parked his car among all the other trucks, looking like a blend of different colored pick-up trucks that were worn-out. It was almost a saddenning sight, yet again, all the people there were used to it.

Jack took a deep breath and smelled everything around him. He could smell the aroma of the great mixes of cooked meat and alcohol in the air.

Suddenly a noise disrupted the chain of thoughs that followed his sniffs, and it turned out to be only a call for contestants to sign up for the actual rodeo competitions and such. Jack wasn't exactly in the mood to compete yet, so he thought he might as well walk into bar to catch a drink or two.

He walked the path to the bar, being stopped once or twice to shake hands with old friends, and finally entering through the old wood door. The resounding creak had eyes turning to see who he was, but not much attention was brought to him. He closed the door and walked in, and slowly all volume returned to normal. His eyes took a while to adjust to the dim light that was seen in the bar, and looked up at the small TV above the bartended that had a sporting event playing.

"I'll have a drink," Jack said to the bartender, his eyes moving around the bar, observing all the bottles the bartender had behind him, and all the people who were smoking, drinking and talking behind him. When he opened his mouth to speak, he coughed automatically right after, not being used to so much smoke.

"What kind will ye be havin'?" asked the bartender back, not even bothering to look up at Jack from the glasses he was washing.

"Whatever ya got," he said back stubbornly. He usually had to go through this at every bar he went to. He had even gotten kicked out of one for this.

"Well, if ya don't pick one, I'll give ya the most expensive thing I gots," he said back, this time raising his eyebrow and giving extra force while washing the glass, seeming very irritated.

"Bring it," he said, this time being highly sarcastic, but apparantly the bartender didn't sense the sarcastic and poured him a glass with a rich deep yellow liquid.

"That'll be $10," said the bartender back, extended a hand out gesturing for Jack to pay him instantly.

Jack laughed at the bartender and took his wallet out from his back pocket to pay the bartended, took out a $20 bill, and handed it to him. "My change?" he asked, as the bartender put the money in the cashbox.

"You'll get it when ya leave! How do I know you won't drink anymore," he said, but Jack wasn't listening. His attention seemed to be on a girl that was sitting at a booth, all by herself.

"You're right," said Jack, finally interpreting what the bartender had said. "Pour me another glass of this drink, I'm having a friend over," he said as he nodded his head to the girl in a gesturing motion, asking her to come sit by him and join him for a drink.